#and the little bell looking thing??? on the end of the question mark????

[forevercloudnine]

I’m not personally reading The Man Who Stopped Laughing, but @badnewbie is keeping me updated on Riddler’s cane situation, which is. Ridiculous. What the hell is this thing, Edward?

[etheries1015]

Bestie yk that Yuu begins their friendship with Malmal because sir was roaming around old buildings right? Imagine Yuu starting a friendship with Malmal simply because of boredom. Class was soooo boring so Yuu decided to just chat with the person near them, which was Malleus.

You don't care if he's the next king of Briar Valley, if you're bored then entertainment is THE priority.

YES I LOVE THIS OSDLFSHEESFLS what better entertainment than the Fae prince himself?

Imagine You, sitting at your desk listening to another long and strenuous lecture that had not managed to keep your attention, doodling not even being able to satiate your boredem. So, what's the next best thing? Bother your deskmate, of course. You noticed him a few times; a rather tall fellow with long black horns and eyes as captivating as pure emeralds and ears pointed unlike a typical human. You always thought perhaps he had an affinity for theatrics- the way he seldom spoke up. At times you thought he hadn't even been a student at the school- the teachers never seemed to call his name during roll call (Of course it was because everybody already knew the esteemed prince of the land of faeries.) You know what they say, right? Always befriend and be nice to the quiet kid in school. So, out of boredom and curiosity, You tapped his shoulder.

"Hey," You whispered, The tall man with pointed ears started at the sudden contact before turning his head to look at you peculiarly. Without as much as an answer, you began to ask your question.

"Are those real? Your horns?" He seemed to pout at this only for a split second before confusion and offense seemed to mix into his (rather beautiful) features. He tilted his head before seemingly deciding on something in his mind, leaning over to take another look at you.

"Is that a genuine question, child of man? Are you, what they say, 'pulling my leg'?" He asked. You almost laughed at loud at the pompous way of speech he took on, and immediately knew you would be thoroughly entertained by this man. You found it...almost incredibly attractive, the way his silky deep voice spoke in a victorian royalty kind of way. You let out a quiet chuckle and with a raised eyebrow you leaned against your desk with a hand propping up your head as your elbow lay firm against the wood.

"Well, as far as I'm aware I'm as genuine as one can be," You smiled, "I'm (y/n), what's your name?" Another question that colored him mildly bewildered yet incredibly inquisitive at your pure ignorance of who you sat next to. Malleus opened his mouth to answer, yet found himself closing it a couple times while contemplating revealing the truth. Perhaps this person was genuinely in the dark about his status and position, and he did not want to miss the chance to converse with someone who willingly wanted to hold relations with him. Thus, he bit his tongue and turned it into a game.

"My name doesn't matter," He said, "How about you choose one for me?" You raised both of your eyebrows and bit your bottom lip attempting to hold back a roar of laughter, you truly had found one interesting fellow to introduce yourself to.

"Alright...how about...hm..." You studied his person before snapping their fingers in revelation. "Hornton!" They said it almost too loud, and the professor quickly chastised them for speaking during the lecture. Malleus gave you a fond smile and nodded, turning back to the teacher resuming the boring lecture that took place.Your boredom showed no bounds, however, and you decided to hand Malleus little doodles with silly notes through the end of the period. Malleus did not reciprocate these notes, for royalty need not indulge in such silly idiocracy, yet the least he could do was appreciate your attentiveness to the prince. Once the bell rang and marked the end of the period, you collected your things and held out your hand to the tall prince.

"I decided you're my new friend! Here's to our long-lasting friendship, hornton!" Malleus's eyes widened in shock, standing and staring down at your...incredibly trusting and naïve smile before his shoulders shook in laughter. Nodding and holding his hand to reciprocate your gesture of kindness, he shook it earnestly.

"Indeed. I look forward to our...friendship." He watched as you skipped away and out of the room to your next class, Malleus gathering the silly little notes he now called his treasures and shuffling them into his pocket.

He suddenly found himself becoming excited for next day's boring lecture.

~~~~

Masterlist

[sleepinthrumyalarms]

— smoke some, drink some, pop one

pairing: vada cavell x fem!reader

warnings: smut, drug use, lesbian sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, slight roughness, unnecessary euphoria references

summary: you smoke dope. vada admits she has never eaten a girl out before. a practical demonstration ensues

word count: 2.7k

a/n: this was written under the influence of a travis scott song. expect anything. enjoy

You stare at the clock hanging above the blackboard anxiously, kicking your leg under the desk. The last few minutes of the last period always seem to stretch miles into infinity, and your patience is barely as flexible. The voice of the teacher has long since become background noise, the talk of equations and trigonometry and the finals week and how unprepared you were for it the last thing on your mind.

You pick your phone up for the millionth time to look at the messages still hanging and marked as unseen on your screen, eyes focusing on Vada’s name followed by an emoji of a puppy and a black heart.

‘got us enough to roll one’

‘just one tho’

‘don’t wanna end up like last time’

You chuckle quietly – the sweet memories of you and Vada skinny dipping in a pond at night and then showing up half-naked at Nick’s door are definitely the ones you treasure most, even though you can barely piece them together.

You look out the window, lost in thought. Your teacher asks you a question – and then you're saved by the sound of the bell ringing across the building.

As soon as you hear it you’re up and all but bolting out the door, muttering a quick ‘bye’ to the teacher to maintain your good girl image that, to be honest, has been hanging by a thread ever since the day you started dating Vada.

Not that you really care about their opinion. You just don’t want the principal to call your mother again.

You speed walk through the corridor, try to remember which floor was Vada’s class on, before you’re stopped by a pair of hands wrapping around your waist.

“Hey there pretty girl.”

You squeal in surprise, turning around in your girlfriend’s arms. She’s grinning at you annoyingly, the little shit, but the small dimple on her right cheek makes it impossible to be mad at her.

“Fuck, Vada,” you huff, pinching her shoulder half-heartedly, “I’ve got a weak heart, remember?

She shrugs, leans in to kiss your pout away.

“Sorry. I got out early. Wanted to wait for you since apparently someone's not interested in answering any of my texts anymore.”

You kiss her back, smiling apologetically, “I was too excited to see you, I guess.”

The brunette hums, lacing her fingers with yours, “Where to then?”

You think about inviting her over to your place – it’s closer to school, and your mom is working till late evening, but the rationality clicks quicker. Your mom also happens to work as the district attorney of the town – you’re pretty damn sure she knows what pot smells like, and would be able to smell it hours after you and Vada have fucked beyond the common sense of ventilating the house.

So you do the next best thing, one that won’t get either of you in trouble – you hotbox in your girlfriend’s car. You realize it might soon become the best thing, because it hits so much better.

Vada gets greedy with the joint a few times – you have to remind her it’s puff puff pass, not puff puff kiss your girlfriend so she lets her guard down then puff again.

In a few minutes you’re in her lap and making out with her like it’s your last day on Earth, the two of you giggling into each other’s mouths when you accidentally press the horn with your butt a few times, the honking sound mixing with your laughter.

You can barely make Vada’s face out by the time the last of the joint fizzles out and starts to burn your fingertips, the smoke filling the car up to the brim, but her eyes stand out amidst the choking whiteness, her pupils almost heart-shaped as she watches you with a dopey grin.

When you open the door the smoke drifts up the sky in big clouds, and breathing clear oxygen almost feels weird.

You’re still giggling slightly as Vada fumbles with her pockets to find her keys, your soft lips pressing to the side of her neck in sweet pecks making the process of finding them unnecessarily hard.

She shushes you when you finally step inside, listening for any sounds, before closing the door behind you. As soon as you realize you’re alone in the house, you press your lips against Vada’s impatiently.

“Don’t forget– your shoes,” Vada manages between the kisses, shivering as you slide your hands under her oversized shirt, “I’m serious, you horndog. Mom hates it when the floors are dirty.”

You groan into her lips, pulling away to untie your Jordans, shaking on your unstable legs slightly, and make your way up the stairs into her room. Vada opens the window to let the fresh spring air sweep through the room, hoping it’ll be enough to help the smell of weed wear off your clothes and hair.

“Wanna watch a show?” She asks, gesturing to her laptop as you sit on her bed, crossing your legs.

“Mhm. You’re thinking Euphoria, aren’t you?” You snort, watching as your girlfriend slides next to you, “Because I think we’re pretty much in one.”

“So, like,” Vada trails off, her hands coming to rest on your hips in what she thinks is a subtle movement, “Would that make me Rue, then?”

She plays with a string on your pants, feeling almost embarassed about the corny things she's saying.

“And you – Jules?”

You hum, tilting your head with a coy grin, try and mull her innuendo over in your baked out mind. The comparison does seem familiar – especially with Vada’s puppy love towards you.

“Well, I liked their duo in the first season but... weren’t they, like... extremely toxic later on?”

Vada finally pulls in you to sit on her lap, your thighs bracketing hers, and it’s such close proximity you can count all the pretty freckles scattered across her face. You’d probably get lost at fifty, way too high for mathematics of any kind, even if it’s this romantic.

“You’re right. Fuck Euphoria,” she whispers, her gaze sliding to your lips, and you don’t waste any more time to press your lips to hers.

Kissing Vada has always been something to look forward to – warm and pleasant, makes your stomach flip when she’d bite your bottom lip and lick at your teeth. Kissing Vada whilst being slightly high is an out of this world feeling. Her nose presses into your cheek, and your palms slide to the back of her neck, fingers twirling her silky brown tresses idly.

You pull away for air, and it gets stuck in your throat as the brunette presses a kiss behind your ear, trailing the butterfly smooches down to your pulse point. Her hands are kept busy under your shirt, fingertips tracing up your stomach to your ribs.

“How many times have you ever been eaten out?”

A sudden but... not at all unwelcome question. You lean back on your hands, humming when her plush lips rest against your collarbone, and purse your lips in thought.

“Mm... once or twice. I don’t really keep any notches on my belt, y’know?”

Her hands tighten around your hips, and you chuckle.

“Drinking vinegar, are you now? Don’t worry. You have an opportunity to top them all.”

Vada averts her gaze suddenly. You frown, lean in to cup her face gently.

“What’s wrong?”

The brunette rubs her thumbs over your clothed thighs, then looks back up at you, a small frown on her face.

“I’ve never done this before.”

“You’ve never... fucked anyone?” You're sure that's a lie – she's fucked you before.

“I’ve never given a girl head.”

You hum, reaching to hold her slightly shaky hands, slowly inching them closer to the waistband of your sweatpants, “I can teach you,” you suggest, biting your lip, “Show you what I like. That cool?”

Vada looks almost mesmerized. She nods, her gaze fixed on your pants, and you giggle as she tugs them down your legs, prompting you to slide off her lap to let her do so, the cool outside breeze hitting your warm skin and rising goosebumps in its wake.

“I listened to a podcast the other day,” she begins, “About cunnilingus. The host said the best advice she’s ever gotten was to google wielding techniques.”

You raise your eyebrows in confusion, “Huh?”

Vada reaches for her phone on the bedside table, quickly unlocking it and typing something in the search bar. She selects a random picture and shows you the screen.

There are indeed blueprints of what looks like wielding seams, going from bottom to the top. The arrows are forming different patterns – there are zig-zags, crescents, a circular seam and a ‘figure 8’ seam...

For all the ridiculousness, they do seem... practical.

You smile and grab the phone, turning it off and tossing it somewhere back on the bed.

Of course she would do that – research stuff. It’s so fucking endearing it prompts you to wrap your hands around her neck and press a kiss to her cheek.

“Why not stick to the usual alphabet thing, hm?” You offer, “I can tell which letter I’d love the most.”

You lean in to whisper into her ear huskily, “It’s ‘V’.”

Vada shudders, making you smile. Then her hands grasp at your hips, tugging you closer, and your breath hitches at her sudden assertiveness.

The brunette bends her knees so that she’s level with your center and parts your legs slowly. You curse under your breath – you’re pretty much drenched right through your panties, and if Vada was just slightly more sober, she’d probably tease you about it, too. You’re glad she isn’t.

She leans in closer instead, tongue lolling out and pressing against your clothed cunt, licking a stripe up the smeared wetness there. Her fingers slip under the waistband of your underwear, and you tilt your hips up a bit to help her take it off, the movement causing your heat to press further into her mouth, making you whine.

Your panties are off, and so is Vada’s tongue.

She stares long enough for you to feel a bit conscious about yourself, and you move to close your legs on instinct, but her hands keep them apart. She hooks your ankles over her shoulders, shoots you a warning look. Her dark gaze makes you clench around nothing. The shyness and uncertainty is gone like it wasn’t even there.

You’re not sure if it’s weed, or if you’re being tricked, but this version of Vada is... new. Extremely hot, too.

She lowers herself so that she’s inches away from your pussy, her warm breath fanning your swollen clit – you're so strung up that you’re starting to feel a second heartbeat in between your legs. Vada looks up at you again, making sure you’re watching her as she flattens her tongue along your slit, collecting all the warm slick that leaked out from the moment she had you on her lap. She lets out a satisfied groan, and you sigh, hips buckling to meet her.

Despite all your confidence, you feel yourself crumble at the first touch of your girlfriend’s mouth on you – you’ve always preferred this over any kind of penetration, and Vada’s eagerness to please you doesn’t help.

She withdraws for a moment, and you find yourself missing her immediately.

“Is this okay?” She asks, palms caressing your thighs to soothe you.

“Don’t make me beg.” You breathe with a chuckle.

She laps at your folds, groaning at the saccharine warmth of your arousal coating her tongue – then leans back again, and you’re almost whining before she reaches her thumb to rub at your swollen clit, her breathing heavy as she watches you gush around nothing.

“Baby.” You whine pathetically, your knees coming together to try and push her face into you.

Vada doesn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest, her digit circling your sensitive spot, never taking her eyes away, “Hm?”

“Please,” you murmur, voice stifled by the hot arousal burning in your veins, “Want your mouth, baby. Want to cum on your tongue, please.”

The brunette digs her fingers into the soft flesh of your hips before wrapping her plump lips around your clit, gently sucking, and your thighs tighten around her head at the sudden overwhelmingly good feeling coursing through your body. You almost can’t believe how good it feels – how good Vada is, almost naturally talented at making your toes curl as she mouths at your dripping pussy, keeping a burning grip on your quivering legs. The immense amount of pleasure is so sudden you’re practically sobbing her name, your stomach tensing and hips bucking with each calculated flick of the girl’s tongue. The sheets under you are considerably darker than the rest, a pool of your cum along with the brunette’s spit dampening the area.

You’ve heard that drugs can expand your consciousness, but to such a degree that has you seeing stars as Vada eats you out like it’s her second nature...

Her tongue slips between your walls suddenly, causing you to arch your back into the air, hips rolling into her face. Her tongue continues to lap confidently, going in circles around your entrance. A shaky sigh leaves your lungs, and you have to clench your eyes shut.

“Vada, oh my god,” you breathe shakily, your voice tight and high, feeling you stomach coil, “I'm gonna cum– Fuck, fuck, Vada."

Her lips find your clit again, and that’s what sends you over the edge, your thighs clasping around her head so tight she swears her ears start to ring.

You shiver as the brunette drinks you up hungrily, your legs easing their hold on her, chest heaving with shuddering gasps.

“Oh, Vada. Fuck,” you mutter, resting your forearm over your eyes as you try to calm your speeding heart, “That was so... so good, baby. I think you lied to me. Either that, or you’re... a natural.” You chuckle breathlessly, raising a shaky hand to swipe some stray hairs from your forehead.

Your legs move to unhook themselves from the girl’s shoulders, taking pity on her most likely strained muscles, but Vada’s grip turns bruising on your legs. You’re pushed back further into the pillows suddenly, and before you can let out a single peep in alarm, she’s on you again.

Her hands reach to grasp under your knees, bending your legs up, your pussy spread open for her. She doesn’t relent — her hands hold your thighs as she all but buries her face in your heat, the movements of her tongue harsh. Fast. Merciless.

The sudden aggressiveness makes you let out a broken moan, your hands darting to tread through Vada’s hair, wanting her closer but away at the same time, the painful pleasure too much for your scrambled mush of a brain to handle.

“Oh my god, Vada!”

She leans away for a moment to trace two separate stripes from your entrance up to your clit with the tip of her tongue, and you whine, your foggy mind realizing that she has actually just done the letter thing, before she’s back on you like a hungry beast, jaw hanging open to wrap her mouth around your seizing cunt with an obscene slurping sound.

Your back arches as you cum harder than before, throwing your head back against bed and squeezing your eyes shut, your girlfriend’s name tumbling out of your mouth in an almost pornographic moan. You whine as Vada laps at your center with purpose, licking you clean, before pulling away mercifully.

There’s a cocky wolfish grin on the brunette’s face as she watches you open your eyes slowly, trying to compose yourself.

“How was that for a notch on your belt, hm?”

Shit. If you didn’t just experience the most intense orgasm in your life, you’d scoff at the smugness of her tone.

“I’m gonna be honest... I wasn’t sure I’d be into... that,” you say shakily, “But I guess I am now. Jesus Christ, Vada.”

“Just Vada is fine.” She gently caresses your hips, leans down to kiss your jaw lovingly, “Now...”

Her fingers lift the hem of your shirt up to your chest, blunt nails grazing the flesh under your breasts – she watches them rise and fall with your unsteady breaths.

“How about I salt the earth behind me so that no one ever stands a chance of owning you the way I do?”

[uplatterme]

Angel’s Share

—there is no plot in this. it’s literally just smut. idk what to say tbh.

—dom!reader/sub!aether, top!reader/bottom!aether, gn!reader/ftm!aether | reader penetrates aether but nothing is specified, aether uses amab terms + mentions of his tcock | public sex ft. kaeya, rosaria, diluc , overstimulation, vibrator, handjob (kaeya!receiving), blowjob (rosaria!receiving), implied fivesome at the end, squirting

It’s a tense scene. The tavern is silent, the patrons had already left and the only thing Aether hears is his deep breathing and the loud thumping in his own chest.

His pants are sitting lower than they should be, barely holding on to his knees as his thighs are spread apart out of his own volition. Your hands are holding onto his arms keeping him still despite the faint trembling of his body.

There’s a gentle chuckle on his left side and his eyes immediately focus on the Cavalry Captain who’s holding a Death After Noon, his attention all on his drink that Diluc had just served.

It’s the only noise that cuts through the silence even if there are five people currently inside of Angel’s Share. Never has that name ever been more ironic.

“I thought you were closing, Master Diluc.” Aether hears directly from his right ear, your breath slightly tickling his neck.

From the way he’s positioned, it’s Diluc who gets the whole show. Almost as if you’re doing it to push the redhead into joining this mess. He blushes as he makes eye contact with the Darknight Hero, but quickly regrets it when Aether feels your hand travel from the center of his chest to where he’s most sensitive.

He hastily whines out your name, embarrassed at how loud he did that. Though he didn’t miss the way Diluc’s mouth gaped before closing it just as quickly as he wasn’t expecting that to come out of the Honorary Knight.

And just like that, he falls.

“Don’t make a mess,” He says nonchalantly, but it’s clear that there’s more to his words as he keeps looking at him, clearly fantasizing.

It’s hard not to with how he looks right now, like an Angel who was blessing everyone with his presence. 

Does that mean you were his God, then?

Your hand continues to go lower, moving towards his knees and dropping his pants completely on the floor. He’s wondering if he should remove his boots as well, but his question remains stuck in his head when he notices you nibbling on his neck and leaving very visible marks that he has no doubts will bruise.

He knows how much he’s already soaking. He shouldn’t be, considering what you’re doing is so minimal. However, he can’t help it. The premise of being stared at while you’re preparing to fuck him dumb has him going insane.

“He’s quiet.” Rosaria finally speaks, facing him as her hand lays on the bar counter.

“He’s just a bit shy. He’ll be louder than the cathedral’s bell soon, I tell you.” You say.

Aether wants to argue with that but when he feels your fingers rubbing his slit, he stops to moan instead. 

“See? So desperate, I haven’t inserted a finger yet and you’re dripping.” He flushes red, not knowing where to look. There are eyes in every direction, all watching him intently. He knows that once you say the word, they’ll eat him up like prey.

“Come on, Angel. Lean back a little, show them how turned on you are from being watched.”

Aether looks at you in desperation, pleading you to take your order back. It’s too humiliating, and yet he knows how right you are.

He follows your words, wanting to close his thighs. However, the moment he does, he writhes at the pinching of your nails.

“Keep them open, I won’t ask again.”

He shakily nods his head, spreading his legs even further than they were before. A “good boy” leaves your lips and he immediately smittens at the praise.

Your fingers scissor him open, and wet squelching is audibly heard by how quiet it is inside the tavern.

“Look at how pretty he stretches.”

The Cavalry Captain wants to make a joke to lighten the mood but finds it unbelievably hard to do so with how perfect your words are. His hole presents a gorgeous shade, your fingers being covered with his juices while he quivers from your penetration, along with the fact everyone can see how needy he is.

“Pretty.” Kaeya states.

Rosaria nods her head along with this and all attention is on the silent bartender who seems to be shifting quite a bit.

“Look at that, everyone thinks you’re a pretty boy. Even Master Diluc is silenced. What do you say to them?” You question him, continuing to plunge your fingers inside without even giving him a break.

“Hnn…T-Thank you.”

“You’re being very obedient today, Aether.” You point out.

He nods meekly. He doesn’t know if he can ever step into Angel’s Share without being reminded of today’s events.

“Is this how I get you to behave? Should I fuck you inside of the cathedral next time? What do you think, Sister?”

Rosaria laughs. “You’re awful. The poor traveler’s already so embarrassed.”

“Don't act as if you don’t like it, maybe you should get a better skirt in the meantime.” Kaeya jests, noticing the bulging shape from Rosaria’s lower half.

She kicks Kaeya’s leg, earning an “ow” from him. “I’m not denying it all, Kaeya. Perhaps you’ve mistaken me for our bartender instead.”

They look at Diluc whose cheeks are tinted slightly.

“Don’t include me in your petty conversations.” He says, although it’s easy to tell that he’s also enjoying this whole thing. Even more so if you look behind the counter to see how much his cock is pressing against his pants.

“It doesn’t hurt to be a little honest sometimes.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He denies it again.

“Everyone can tell you’ve been cleaning the same glass for minutes now. So yes, we can—”

“Ahh!”

A loud noise erupts from Aether, silencing the argument in an instant

His entire body is shaking as he takes you inside of him, filling him to the brim. His legs are wanting to so badly hide it with how he takes you in.

It’s so loud. Gods, he’s so loud.

He struggles to keep his lips shut, a whimper coming out every few seconds while you continue to hold his waist and use him as your sleeve in front of everybody. That same damn waist that he likes to show off like the slut he is.

Your name leaves his mouth as he starts to sob now, feeling you press so deep inside of him and stretching him entirely for your needs.

His tdick is incredibly swollen, incredibly starved from how it hasn’t been paid any attention to at all even when you were fingering him.The only pressure it’s receiving is the slight vibration that goes through it whenever you thrust him  on top of you with your assistance.

He wants more, to grind his dick against something, anything to relieve that itch.

“Look at our audience, Aether. You’re performing, aren’t you?” 

He hesitates in doing so, obviously distracted by how you’re using his body for your own entertainment, stretching him out and purposely going slow so they can see how his face is a mess when you make sure that everything is inside before lifting him up again as if he barely weighs anything and making his hole clench on nothing but the tip pressing on his entrance, ready to fill him up again without any warning.

“Come on, tell them how you feel.”

He screams as you keep doing that again and again, breaking his mind and slowly getting closer to cumming.

“Mmn…F-Feels good!” He stammers out, holding tightly onto your legs.

He’s so close and he doesn’t know what to do. He wants to cum so badly, he’s been wanting that since earlier. However, there’s also the fact that he has to cum in front of everybody and he doesn’t know if he can take that. He already has to live with the fact you’re doing this and showing off how he becomes so submissive when it comes to you.

He shivers on your lap, thighs shaking while you continue your hold on him. Aether stutters out your name, he knows he doesn’t have a choice. He can’t delay the inevitable.

“P-Please…” Aether begs despite not knowing what for.

“Hm?”

“My cock…” He says.

Ah, but your hands are already busy from holding onto him. If only there was a way to help your partner out.

“Your cock? What baby, you need it to be touched?”

Aether pleads, holding onto your tighter.

“I see. So you won’t mind a bit of audience participation then, right?”

“W-What?”

Rosaria’s the first to understand what you mean and steps up. Aether hears her heels clacking on the floor and freezes.

“I—Wait!” 

His mouth falls into a silent cry when Rosaria’s glove glides over his cock. Her nails are sharp, the metallic part of the glove pointing on his skin. If he moves too much, he could get hurt. So, he tries not to.

Unfortunately, that’s easier said than done. Her fingers are cold against his dick and he wants to move away, already shifting in his seat.

Aether hears you tut. “You’re being helped out and now you’re shying away?”

“C-Can’t…Please.” He asks you.

You tilt your head to the side slightly. He looks adorable pleading, taking back his own words.

“Why? Do you not like how it feels?”

His mouth stays shut. It’s far from it, actually.

“Gonna cum…”

“Is that a problem?” You push deeper inside his body and he shakes his head “No”, his insides getting so sensitive with how rough you’re treating him.

Aether’s legs were ready to shut close from the way Rosaria is playing with him but he detects another set of coldness from the hand placed on his left thigh, Kaeya coming closer to him.

He cums from that, squirting easily onto the sister’s fingers and soaking her glove.

He tears out even more from the embarrassment, they’re so close to him. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s being eyed like he’s a piece of meat.

“Slut.”

Your whisper in his ear sends him into a soft whine. He wants to say sorry, to apologize that he didn’t cum from you instead. The whole situation was just too overwhelming for him.

“I didn’t mean to...” He says.

“Really?”

“I won’t do it again! P-Please make me cum! Please, please. I only want to cum from you!” He begs loudly unlike the quiet traveler from when you were stripping him down earlier.

The others glance at you, wondering how you’ll proceed. They obviously want you to continue, wanting to see more of this attitude from the traveler, maybe even hoping that you’ll let them take a bite of Aether.

Aether’s no longer sitting on top of you. In fact, everyone’s position is a lot different.

He’s bent over the counter, moaning and gasping with every thrust you give him, his legs struggling to hold himself up. “Ngh—Haah!”

He doesn’t know how much he’s orgasmed from you, it’s getting hard to think clearly as you won’t give him a break even if he cumming, continuing to penetrate him.

Another thing that’s different is how he’s not the only one making noise anymore. Besides your grunts, there’s also Kaeya who’s just as loud with how Aether’s hand strokes him up and down.

Rosaria’s moans are heavenly too, perhaps this is the only moment you’ll ever hear her sing in a way. She uses Aether’s mouth as if it isn’t even one, choking the traveler from her size. 

You know Aether likes being used like this, and so you indulge in it, seeing him get wrecked despite the possessiveness you bear. As long as he only cums from you, as long as you’re the only one who gets to be directly inside of him.

The redhead stands there, watching this all happen.

“You’re missing out.” You say.

You know he wants to join in. He’s flushed heavily and his cock is twitching from the slutty noises that Aether is making.

He watches you pull out an object out of nowhere and press it onto Aether’s dick. It vibrates intensely and Aether shrieks, absolutely overstimulated by everything.

“Ahh!—No! ‘m c-cumming again—I just!” Most of Aether’s words come out as incoherent but it doesn’t take away from what he’s feeling right now.

His cum drips out onto the wooden floor, it keeps coming and coming, and eventually makes a puddle beneath his legs. “Mmmh—C-Can’t stop!—S-Sorry, M—Diluc!”

Diluc can barely hold on, his mind being hypnotized by what he’d just seen and heard.

“Look at that baby, you’re so good…A good slut for everybody, yeah?”

Aether mewls, nodding his head for you and crying even more when he feels the vibrations starting up again.

Well, the traveler had always preferred four members in his party anyways.

[themainreactor]

"Who forms a crush on a girl who eats a bell pepper like it's an apple?!"

In which, Itadori and Sukuna both form a crush on a strange upper classmate that they don't understand. You seem so calm yet deceitful and it scares Yuji to the point where he doesn't want to be around you. However, Sukuna can feel your power and pushes Yuji to talk to you. However you do something so dumbly simple yet questionable that Yuji's conflicted about it and Sukuna's scared.

Yuji doesn't know who you are, why you're a sorcerer, or how you're so much more stronger than almost everyone else.

All he knew is that one day, you came in the classroom with Gojo for some sort of sparing lesson.

All he knew is that you were three years older than him with a burn mark on the inside of your elbow that led to your shoulder.

All he knew is that it was strange that you had your own classroom assigned to you with no teacher.

All he knew is that one moment he's fighting you, and another moment, he's on his ass with you restraining him.

That didn't just happen to him, it happened to his classmates, the same exact way. And Gojo allowed it, just standing there with a pleased smirk.

Megumi? He let out every one of his shikigami he had and all you did was dodge... Dodge!? Like, the audacity to just allow him to attack you with an unfazed expression and then to take him down while he was exhausted.

Same with Nobara, trying everything she knew. From throwing her nails, to hammering a doll into a piece of a ripped, fallen cloth from your shirt. All you did was flinch when the air around you exploded. But even with this, you ended up winning, gaining on her and catching her by surprise through the smoke the explosion caused.

Oh how Sukuna desperately wanted to choke you out and teach you a lesson. He wasn't even the one you were fighting but he was pissed even seeing your face.

There was just something about you that Yuji couldn't bring himself to be okay with. Even though you were careful and calm with your movements, even though you looked sweet and gentle, he could just tell that if a person you respected told you to do something, you would probably do it without question.

For example, if one of the higher-ups told you to kill him, you would probably kill him.

He could just feel that you had no morals. Your eyes told him that you had experienced things that would break someone, and yet you looked unbothered. Like you didn't care. You almost reminded him of Sukuna, the nauseating demon that was using him as a vessel.

You weren't innocent and yet you looked so simple, so quiet, so tranquil. He didn't like it, you were strange yet unchanged.

Yuji didn't want to be around you, he felt scared.

Maybe that was partially due to him being able to hear Sukuna's stupid and deep voice in his head, telling him to beat the crap out of you before he jumped out and killed you instead.

He didn't know why Sukuna was freaking out, but all he knew was that he was going to fight and win. Until he fought and easily lost.

Sukuna felt threatened in his own habitat. He could feel the stress that your body was causing on his soul, he could feel the threat you had on him. As if you could kill him if you wanted to in an instant and you hadn't even done anything that could be considered scary.

Yuji lost so embarrassingly quicker than his classmates, and he didn't even get to use his cursed energy in order to attack. You just somehow got behind him and it was over.

Now here he is, way too close to your body as you restrain his hands and sit in-between his legs so he can't kick you.

He probably would have been turned on by your body against his if it weren't for the dark stare you gave him. It was a glare that told him you were a psychopath, that you were willing to kill him if he did something outta pocket.

Although he still felt a little hot, and he was pretty sure it wasn't just from the sparring.

Quickly after restraining him, you got up and offered to help him up. Yuji just dismissed you entirely, not wanting to be around you for another second as he got up and walked away, sulking at his loss.

Nobara scolded him, telling him not to be a sore loser while Megumi just left, standing next to the door as Gojo praises you and turns to his students.

He explains that he started the day off with an unfair sparring match with you because they all needed to understand a hand to hand combat that can't just be learned, it had to become muscle memory. That's what they all had to learn, that they could not take time to think in a real battle, otherwise they were dead.

Basically he was saying that they were all screwed against you because you were a killing machine that didn't think.

Whatever, lesson learned.

Yuji just let it go, not bothering to be around you just in case he was getting the wrong impression about you. Because if he was, he didn't want to be rude and confront you about something you weren't.

He also thought that you were hot but that was besides the point.

Unfortunately, you intrigued Sukuna. The reason being that he couldn't sense any cursed energy on you, however he could sense that you were a dangerous person. And what better way than to figure out what you even were than to pester Yuji non-stop about it until he was bone tired.

"What do you even want?!" Yuji groans out, slapping his face in his dorm room as he tries to sleep. For almost a month now, Sukuna kept annoying Itadori with your name, how you looked, how you acted, how your body felt against his.

... Well, the last thought was from him but the rest of them were too frustrating that he wasn't able to sleep well.

"I want you to get close." Sukuna starts, Yuji almost recoiling in anger from the all too familiar feeling of the skin on his cheek opening to make room for the curses eye.

"That's more reason for me to not do that. You don't do anything unless it's appealing to you." Yuji grumbles, standing up and yawning.

"I could care less what you think I'm gonna do. I would just like to talk, maybe play a bit." Was all Sukuna explained as he allowed his eye to disappear and a mouth to replace it so that he could speak clearer.

"Exactly why I won't do that. They doesn't deserve your nasty ass around!" Yuji yells towards Sukuna as he turns the light on in the dorm room. He needed to walk around or something and he didn't want this stupid conversation.

"Watch your tongue brat, you and I both know what we saw in those eyes."

He had to admit, Sukuna was right. No matter how much Yuji tried to paint you as a simple person, you were more than that.

Whether you were depressed or just some sort of high functioning sociopath, you weren't innocent, you were dangerous, borderline evil.

It was an unbridled power that Sukuna hadn't even felt around Gojo. Just how strong were you that he could feel in on you through a body he couldn't even fully control?

"... Why?" Yuji questions, sighing and stretching out his body for a bit.

"I don't need to explain myself to you." Sukuna backtracked, refusing to say anything for quite some time.

It was quiet, maybe Yuji could sleep now and leave this behind him.

Slowly he turns off the light and crawls back into bed.

The only thing he can hear is his own breathing.

"If you must know-"

"Oh no, Oh my gosh." Yuji muttered, groaning and shoving his face into his pillow. He didn't want to be thinking about Sukuna and his annoying voice right now, he didn't want to be thinking about you and who you may or may not be.

"Quiet brat, I was about to explain myself but I won't since I didn't ask for your input."

"I didn't ask for your's either."

"You did when you swallowed my finger."

Someone. Help. Him. Please! He's gonna strangle himself.

"Let me sleep." Yuji complains, rolling off of the bed and landing onto the floor with a thud. There was no way he was gonna survive.

"No, go talk, otherwise I'll kill them the next time I have control over you."

"Damn it!" Yuji yells out, standing up from the floor and walking over to his dresser.

He puts his socks on.

He puts his shoes on.

He won't bother to put a shirt on.

He'll just grab a blanket because he's so tired it almost humerous.

Yuji opens the door to his dorm room, taking in the silence before closing the door and proceeding to trip on his own feet and fall.

Yuji pitifully whines before standing back up. Hopefully he didn't wake anyone else up but he was quite frankly done with life at the moment.

"Pathetic." Sukuna scoffs at Yuji's mind, almost laughing at him.

"Shut up."

Yuji walks around the hallways, trying to figure out which dorm you were in until he found it.

He lightly knocked on your door, listening before knocking again.

If he was in his right mind, he wouldn't be doing this, but he was so sleep deprived that he could care less how stupid he looked.

After a while, he knocked again before silently groaning and deciding to just open the door since it was unlocked.

When he opened the door, he saw that you weren't actually in the room. However he secretly admired how clean your room looked at the moment.

He sighed, closing the door in annoyance. Clearly you weren't sleeping, at least not in your dorm room.

So dreadfully, Yuji walked back to his dorm room, passing the shared kitchen before noticing you and immediately turning around.

Yuji watched as you sat down on a stool in front of the counter, eating what appeared to be an apple as you read the back of a random box. You must have liked being in the kitchen.

He liked how calm you looked and for some reason, at that moment, he didn't feel like you were being deceitful. Was this really the same person that beat his ass a month ago?

Slowly he walked into the light of the kitchen, trying not to scare you but also trying to remain inconspicuous by grabbing a cup to fill up with water.

"Hey... How are you doing?" Yuji asks with a small smile as he yawns. He didn't really want to start a small conversation with you, but he might as well do it while he was here. Hopefully you didn't think he was weird.

"Good." You replied with a yawn as you nodded your head. It was only then that he noticed something.

Something that baffled him.

It was flabbergasting for him.

It absolutely bamboozled him.

He could keep going on and on. He had never seen something so outrageously confusing that should have been illegal.

"Are you... Eating a bell pepper?" Yuji asks, forgetting that he was even pretending to get a cup of water.

"Yes... Why?" You comment, biting into a piece of the bell pepper like it was nothing.

He's not upset that you're eating the bell pepper, he knows it's healthy. He's not even upset that you're eating it without cutting it.

He's upset that he even thought it was an apple to begin with. This was a problem because he had never seen a human being of any age, eat a bell pepper raw and uncut like it was normal.

"Oh, okay... Um wow, well... Good night?"

Who knew he could get horny and turned off at the same time by watching someone three years older than him bite into a bell pepper?

He wasn't even sure he was horny, he was just absolutely sure that he wanted to be around you now. You ate a bell pepper like you were flipping off nature. Like, 'forgot you and your apples!'

He was sure that you weren't evil. There was no damn way you could be evil and eat a bell pepper like that.

"Goodnight." You replied with a small but polite smile. What caught him was your eyes again. Your eyes were pretty, and even with the serious color in them and how it looked blank. This had to be the first time that he knew that you weren't just going through the motions.

You were present and you looked happy, or at least calm.

"Wait... Um, do you remember me?" Yuji asks, deciding to come and join you in another stool.

"Yes... You're Itadori right?" You reply with the same smile you had, yawning before taking another bite of your bell pepper.

He seriously wasn't going to let this go anytime soon. You were acting like it was no big deal.

"Yep, that's me." Yuji smiled, pointing at himself before he felt his cheek try and open.

Curse the damn curse.

"Hey brat."

"Brat?" You question the mouth, looking at Yuji's cheek before looking back at Yuji himself.

"Sorry! That's Sukuna, he does that sometimes." Yuji starts in a bashful tone, not trying to get embarrassed by the curse.

"Oh right... He's got a title... I can't remember what it is."

"I'm the King of curses you weakling." Sukuna mutters, trying to make himself feel better by insulting you.

However that wasn't really working because he was a bit caught up in the change you had in your eyes. Clearly when you fought, you were a different person than when you were resting and for some reason, Sukuna was drawn to it.

"Well, nice to meet you." You start, but get interrupted by the annoying creature.

"Yeah, whatever. Don't you forget it rat! I'll have you kn-"

"I'll give you a moment to shut up." You scolded with a tired gaze, effectively getting the curse to quiet down as fast as he spoke.

"... Is he always so articulate?" You ask Yuji with a teasing smile, making Yuji smile in return.

He was happy that you weren't some psychopath or freaky murderer. You seemed like a normal person that he would like to be around. But clearly you weren't too boring since you ate bell peppers strangely.

"Yeah, he's an ass and if we're being honest, he's kinda vile."

"Make sense, he is the King of Curses." You replied, unbothered by the topic. You were tired and your insomnia wouldn't sleep. You were kinda happy to have some company.

"Yeah, so... You're night going well Y/n?" Yuji asked, carefully watching as you ate the rest of your bell pepper.

"Yep, yours?" You yawned.

"Good, good... How do you feel about Jennifer Lawrence?"

What a fun question.

"How do I feel about her? Well... She's a great actress." Was all you could really say. You watched like one movie with her and an interview with a rubiks cube inside jello.

"Yep..."

Wait, didn't both Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson act in like three movies together? That was something you could talk about.

"So... Have you seen that Josh Hutcherson edit?"

"No! Don't remind me of that tiktok trend! It's all over my for you page and I'm gonna lose my shit!"

Safe to say that the two of you basically became friends that night.

Now Yuji doesn't hate you, he likes being around you a lot. Making hand shakes with you and talking about celebrities, specifically Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson.

But Yuji gets called out a lot by Nobara. She says that he acts like a lost puppy around you and Megumi just asks him not to hurt your feelings.

Whether it be due to how hilarious you looked when you were eating a bell pepper or the fact that you could get Sukuna to shut up if he talked outta line he didn't know why he would act that way.

Yuji respected you and unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you looked at it, formed a crush.

Sukuna on the other hand didn't want to be around you in a million years. His feelings had been hurt ever since you told him to shut up, but what was he going to do about it? Cry?

He would just have to get on your good side at some point since he genuinely wouldn't mind being a part of your life. Maybe he should stay away to, you make Sukuna feel uncomfortable with his evilness.

Sukuna also seems to be scared of you even though you haven't done anything. His pride is hurt by you so when Yuji's tired of his bull crap and you're not around, he'll threaten him with you.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to let you out and allow Y/n to beat your ass."

"Don't you dare brat!"

"Then be nice!"

"How dare you, I'm the king of-"

"Y/N!! Sukuna's being an ass again."

"Sorry brat! I'm shutting up!"

"Whatever."

"... Pathetic."

"That's it."

"Wait! No!"

[or-what-you-will]

How To: Phantom Cloak

I've gotten some questions about how I made my phantom cloak, so I thought I'd do a post about it so that others could try it out. Overall, it cost me about 250$ USD plus several hours of labour. Details under the cut!

Note: I am not a professional, nor do I have particularly advanced sewing skills, this was mostly me making things up as I went

I'd never made a cloak before, so I started with a base that I got off of Amazon (about 70$ USD).

Note: prices are listed here in USD for accessibility, but I paid for most things in CAD.

It's a basic 100% polyester cloak, pretty light weight, but full length (54 in/137cm). It's not a full circle cloak, nor is it exactly circle shaped. It's more bell shaped and doesn't lie flat when spread out because of the way it's sewn together over the shoulders.

From there, I went to my local fabric/craft store and got enough velvet to cover the collar and black sewing thread (about 20$ USD).

Note: if you do not already have a basic sewing kit with needles and pins you'll need one of those also.

I pinned the velvet to the collar and sewed it on inside out, along three sides using a back stitch. I did my best to hide my stitches in the collar's existing seam. I left the bottom open, where the collar meets the body of the cloak, for sewing on appliques later.

Note: the collar was really floppy before I put the velvet and the appliques on because the fabric was so light. If you want, you could get some plastic or metal boning/wire to put between the velvet and the original fabric to make the collar more stiff or to allow for custom shaping.

After this, I went searching on etsy for appliques. I eventually settled on nine (about 100$ USD for all 9).

Once I got all the appliques, I laid out the cloak and positioned them all in their places to make sure that I was happy with their placement and everything was symmetrical. Then, I recruited my poor roommate to stand there in the cloak while I pinned them in place to make sure that they fit with the way the fabric fell.

When they were pinned in place, I started sewing them on along the edges, with a few stitches in the middle.

The reason why it's important to leave the bottom of the collar open is because then you can sew the appliques to the velvet more easily without having to sew them to the fabric of the cloak. This allows you to hide your stiches between the velvet and the fabric of the collar and prevents them from catching on things and coming undone.

Once I'd sewed on the collar appliques, I pinned the bottom of the velvet and sewed it closed along the seam where the collar meets the cloak.

I left it like this for a few months, but eventually I decided to add a lining, mostly due to the applique stiches catching on things and because I wanted to add more weight to the cloak. I'd also be going to cons for the first time and I wanted it to look nice in person.

So, I went back to the fabric store, and this time came out with four meters of polyester satin and more thread (about 40$ USD, but the fabric was on sale, so it would have cost me about 100$ USD otherwise). Then I realized I really, really did not want to sew that much fabric entirely by hand. In the end, I borrowed a friend's sewing machine.

Note: you can also rent sewing machines from your library and sometimes community centres depending on where you live.

Adding the lining is essentially the same technique that I used to add the collar, just on a much larger scale.

I found this cloak tutorial really helpful for figuring out the order of operations when putting together the lining. It's also a great tutorial in general for making a cloak from scratch, so please run with it if you'd rather do that.

I used the existing cloak as a pattern for cutting out four panels for the lining. I laid them out on top of each other, marked out the fabric, and cut it out (with the help of a friend because right handed scissors are the root of all evil).

I messed up a little while I was doing it because instead of mirroring the front panels, I cut two of the same side, so make sure to keep sides in mind! It ended up being mostly fine because the fabric was big enough that I could use it for a different panel.

I pinned, then sewed the four panels together with the sewing machine. My seamstress friend gave me the helpful tip of rolling up the sides of the fabric, as it starts to get really long and bulky, to allow it to go through the sewing machine more smoothly.

Once the four panels were together I pinned it to the main cloak, inside out, like the collar, then sewed it along three edges, doing my best to stay along the existing seam of the cloak. I left the edge where the fabric meets the collar open.

After three edges had been sewn, I pulled the fabric through the opening at the collar so it would be the right side out, with the seams on the inside. I then folded in the extra fabric, pinned it, and sewed it shut.

I ended up keeping the long ribbon ties, rather than replacing them with a clasp because I can tie them in front or thread them under my arms and around my back, which allows me to wear the cloak in a similar fashion to how they do in the show.

And that is how I made my cloak!

Thank you for reading, and I hope this is helpful for those of you interested in making your own phantom cloak. If you have questions or if something is unclear, feel free to ask in the comments of the post!

[milliesfishes]

Hello 👋 I've read all your writings. I'm in love. 🫶 I was wondering if you could write something with reader and Billy, where Billy leaves town because he dosnt want her to get in trouble despite there love for eachother and when he comes back after a few weeks reader is like seeing someone else? Like a little bit of jealous Billy.

I think you're an amazing writer. Anyone who can make me cry while reading is literally the best. 🥰

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼 (𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴)𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭 tw: abuse (thank you love you <3)

Knowing you had turned Billy's world upside down.

Your wealthy parents were friendly with Tunstall, supportive of his cause. They had invited the Regulators over for dinner one day, a sunny Tuesday in April.

At the table outside, Billy had stood up to greet your parents, shaking hands with them and nodding politely.

"And of course, you must meet our daughters," your father said, gesturing behind him. He introduced your sister, who was on the arm of a man your father pronounced her fiancé. Then they moved aside, and he saw you.

Angelic and bright with the prettiest smile he'd ever seen, Billy was nearly knocked straight off his feet at the mere sight of you. He'd greeted you the same as the others, the way his eyes never strayed from you the only marked difference.

All throughout dinner, he could barely focus on anything else. You were ever the sweetheart, chatting with everyone and laughing clear as a bell. You were the lifeblood of the gathering, the one nobody could take their eyes off of. There was a gentle innocence to you he'd only really seen in children, that look of hope and goodness that the world hadn't stripped away yet. It was disarming to see it in a woman, but no less endearing.

He instantly wanted to protect you.

After dinner he'd cautiously approached you in conversation, pleasantly surprised when you engaged. It was like being brought to life. His heart beat a steady rhythm, his mind racing. Every word that escaped your pretty lips had him entranced.

Over the next bit he pursued you like a bee to pollen. You were more than amenable to his attentions, and in practically no time he had you in his arms, looking up at him adoringly with eyes reflecting the night sky. You were wholly his, and he gave himself to you.

At first it was a never-ending parade of joy. Kisses, late night meetings, lazy afternoons spent under the trees. Billy'd had flings before, sure, but this was different. You awoke him in a way he hadn't anticipated. The pure joy he gained from simply looking at you was elating.

He told you so one day, while he had you in his lap in a grassy field of flowers. "Think you're the best thing to ever happen t' me sunshine," he muttered, ducking his head to kiss your cheek.

You turned in his arms, and he let himself fall back so he was flat on his back with you on his chest. Giggling at the sudden movement, you smiled softly, leaning up for a kiss.

He chuckled at your expression and obliged, giving you a little peck. "You're adorable."

Looking up at him with doe eyes, you rested your chin on his chest. He held one of your hands in his, stroking the skin of your knuckles. "I love you, y'know?"

Billy smiled at the confession, bringing your hand to his mouth for a kiss. "I know. And I love you too."

He had never loved anyone in this way. Sure he'd thought he had, but now he knew this was different. This was special.

The bliss was short lived.

Things were tense between gangs in Lincoln County. Billy found his life in danger nearly every day, and he'd come to you after dark broken down and exhausted. Of course you were good to him, better than he deserved, he thought. You'd kiss his forehead and, thankfully, keep your questions to a minimum. The more this happened though, the more he began to doubt.

The difference between the two of you made him uneasy. He did not think highly of himself in comparison to you, and the idea of you being too good for him was one that he found heartbreaking, but accurate. You were the sun, his sunshine. And he was all that laid in the darkness. He did not find it compatible.

Billy grew guiltier and guiltier every time he saw you. He knew that by simply holding you he was putting you, and by extension your family, in danger. He'd promised he'd never hurt you. But his presence was hurting you more than his hand ever could. How long would any of this be able to go on before you were harmed?

These thoughts plagued him whenever he closed his eyes at night, clouded every moment he spent with you. Every kiss felt like a betrayal- he'd made you fall in love with him, and he would be devastated if you had to pay any sort of price for it.

And that's why he left.

Giving Tunstall his regards and a message for you, he saddled up his horse and rode into the sunset, though the mere thought of you in the distance behind him would have been enough to make him turn around. He chided himself. It was for you. He needed to do this for you.

Six months of only starving for you went by. He knew no other thoughts, fantasized about nothing else. In every dusty town he rode through, he couldn't bring himself to touch another woman. It would have felt wrong, for he'd left his heart in a two-story house in Lincoln County.

It was agonizing, being alone like this after he'd known such a love. Billy had never before had a problem flying solo, but after everything, it cracked him until the gleaming, sharpened want wrapped itself around his heart and whispered the only solution.

He had to go back.

Billy had never gotten out of town faster, never ridden against the wind in such a way. All the while he was imagining what it would be like to hold you again, to kiss you. His body ached for your soft one, how it had fit against his in all the right places. How could he have ever left you to begin with? He'd found an angel and left her in the desert.

When he got to town, the first thing he did was rent a room and get cleaned up. A friendly woman at the front informed him there was a gathering tonight in the square and he silently rejoiced. For certain you'd be there, you'd always loved events like that.

Billy made himself presentable, donning the blue striped shirt he knew you loved and making sure he was mostly clean shaven. His heart beat for the anticipation of seeing you tonight. He imagined your reaction- would you be happy or angry? Or somewhere in between? He cursed himself for the millionth time for ever leaving in the first place.

When the sun was low on the horizon he made his way over, the sound of fiddles beckoning him to the crowded square. Men and women were dancing in the center, and more were off to the side, chatting and mingling.

Instantly he began to look for you, peering over the sea of people. Every time he saw a woman with your same hair color his heart would beat a little faster. He made his way through the crowd, hoping desperately he wasn't wrong, and you were here.

Then he spotted your sister, and he felt a rush over him. It felt like a lifeline. Even if it wasn't you, she surely knew where you were.

Making his way over to her, he called out to her. When she turned to see him, her eyes widened. "Billy?"

"Yeah, I'm here," he said breathlessly, not wanting to go through pleasantries. But the gentleman in him kept him polite. "How're ya?"

"Fine," she said warily, studying him. "We haven't seen you in months, what...?"

"Long story," he nodded, still scanning the crowd for you. Giving up, he looked at your sister earnestly. "Look...I...." he sighed, looking at his boots. "Is...is she here?"

Your sister studied him for s second, the corners of her lips quirking up in a sad sort of way. "Yes, but-"

"Where?" the word was out of his mouth before she could finish and he realized that, apologizing. "Sorry. Where's she at?"

She pursed her lips, turning to where everyone was dancing and nodding. Excitedly, Billy scanned until he saw you, directly on the other side, talking to one of your friends. His eyes lit up. "Thank-"

"Wait," your sister reached her hand out, stopping him.

He was confused, looking at her then back at you. "What's-?"

Now there was a man at your side, your friend nowhere in sight. You were smiling as you talked to him, and he put an arm around your waist, leaning in to give you a long kiss.

Billy's heart dropped into his stomach, his blood running cold. All his other senses were blurred, zeroed in on the sight of the man kissing you. And you were letting him.

He looked back at your sister after what felt like forever, hoping for some kind of explanation. She looked apologetic. "They've been with each other for about a month."

Billy shook his head, feeling like the earth had swallowed him. He didn't know why he was so surprised. You were beautiful, charming, sweet. Men lusted after you like locusts on grain.

Your sister watched him sadly. "I'm sorry Billy, but you were gone for a long time. She didn't know if you were dead or alive or ever coming back. And then John swooped in...made her feel special..."

The reality of it hit him hard. How could he have come back after months and expected you to just be waiting for him. It was selfish, stupid of him. He looked at your sister again. "'S he alright?"

She shrugged. "He's not my favorite person I've ever met. Our parents aren't fond of him either. But I suppose he treats her well."

This information surprised him. Your parents were friendly people- they didn't seem like the type to dislike anybody. Saving that for later, he nodded. "She love him?"

There was a pause. Your sister turned back to Billy, seeming to be questioning whether or not she should say something. Apparently, she decided to, because she said, "After the way she was with you, I doubt it."

A spark of hope lit in him, and he said, "What does that mean?"

"I think," your sister started, and he nodded. "She was broken after you left. We could hardly get her out of the house. And he just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Since she was in such a sore spot emotionally, he was able to take advantage of that and now he has her."

Billy contemplated this. "I see."

Your sister touched his arm. "My advice would be to talk to her. Win her trust again. Show her that you still love her and remind her of why she loved you." She half smiled. "The way she loved you before...that doesn't just go away."

Billy slowly nodded, thinking about it. Then he looked down at your sister again. "Thank you. 'S good to see ya." She gave him a real smile and nodded over to where you were standing, stepping back.

Catching her hint, he made his way through the crowd, thankful you weren't with him anymore as he approached.

The second you spotted him, your eyes went wide. If you had been holding anything, you would have dropped it.

He stopped a couple feet away from you, shifting on his feet and giving you a sheepish grin. "Hiya, sunshine."

You were stunned. He could see the mix of emotion on your face. Disbelief, sadness...and maybe he was making it up, but he thought he saw a hint of relief. "What are you doing here?"

"Came back," he stated simply, unable to stop looking at you, taking in your little details. Your hair was a little longer, your skin a little more freckled. Beautiful, as always.

Still staring at him, your lips parted, somehow finding your words. "You left."

"I know," he breathed, taking another step toward you. Now you were within reach, and he reached a hand out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You let him, and he could have sworn you leaned into his touch just slightly. "I know I did, but..." he tried to find the right words. "You're all I've been able to think about, baby. Since the second I started runnin'."

"Billy, I'm...I'm..." you shook your head, looking so unbelievably sad that it broke his heart. "I'm with someone else now."

"I saw," he said plainly, and you looked down. "'S he a good man, sunshine? Treatin' ya right?"

You hesitated and he frowned, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Opening your mouth to respond, you started to say something, but then you were looking at someone over his shoulder. He followed your eyes, only to see that the other man was back.

He said your name and you turned away from Billy, going to him. The man put his arm around your waist and Billy felt the bitter taste of jealousy sting his mouth. "Who're you talkin' to?"

You looked at Billy, then back at the other man. "This is Billy."

"Ah," the man's tone was cold, and Billy knew he was suspicious. There was something off about the situation to him; the way he held you, the look on your face, the way you'd reacted when you saw him. He noticed with a modicum of satisfaction that your body didn't seem to fit into his near as well as it did Billy's.

Billy smiled tightly, nodding at the man. "'Scuse me." He made a hasty exit, not wanting to cause tension with him.

All the while he was wishing he got to be the one holding you. Your sister's words about still loving him were ringing in his ears. He didn't want to overstep with the new man in your life, but at the same time he wanted to at least see if what your sister had said was true.

The next day he stopped in a little field nearby and picked a bunch of wildflowers, remembering how you loved having them in your windowsill.

He arrived at your doorstep with a full fist of flowers, knocking firmly. You opened the door and froze when you saw him. "Billy."

"Mornin' sunshine," he greeted, half smiling at you. "Ya doin' anything today?"

You were still wide eyed, looking pretty as ever in a blue dress. But slowly, surely, you shook your head.

"Wanna go for a walk?" Billy requested, holding out the flowers for you.

There was a beat, and then you nodded, shyly taking the flowers. "Let me put these in water."

Billy nodded, leaning against the porch railing as you went inside. You left the door partially open. He waited patiently until you came back out, your hands behind your back as you looked up at him.

He offered you a charming smile. "C'mon, sunshine. It's a pretty day."

Offering his hand to you, he led you through the grassy fields into the forest, to the spot the two of you had always gone to before he left. You were quiet for a while, and he nudged you with his shoulder. "How've ya been, sweet?"

Smiling a tiny bit, you said, "Fine. I've been fine."

He noticed the hesitation on your part, but didn't comment on it, squeezing your hand instead. "Everythin' goin' good?"

"It's been fine," you repeated, looking down. "I..." You shook your head, then lifted your eyes back to his. "I missed you a lot, Billy."

He was somber, nodding. "Missed ya too, sunshine. It's been real hard to be so far from ya."

"So why did you leave?" you questioned suddenly, stopping and turning to face him. "I thought you loved me, I..." you seemed to realize yourself and your eyes fell to your feet.

"Hey, hey," Billy cradled your face in his hands, searching your eyes. "Baby...I did love ya. Hell, I ain't stopped. I left to protect ya..."

You looked so sad, your doe eyes piercing his. "Protect...me?"

"Yeah, sunshine," he breathed, thumbs rubbing your cheeks. "There was so much goin' on with the gangs 'n the rivalries...I couldn'ta stood it if ya got hurt causa' me."

This realization washed over you, and he could see it in your eyes. As you processed it, your hand came up to his wrist, the first time you'd touched him in months. You nearly gravitated into him, your faces so close together. "You should have told me."

"I know," he whispered, his forehead pressing to yours. "I know, sunshine. That was a bad thing to do on my part."

Bringing a hand to your face, you turned away for a moment, still taking it all in. He stood there, watching you, about to say more when suddenly he noticed the sleeve of your dress ride up as your arm shifted, revealing a dark mark.

Instantly he frowned, reaching out. "What's this?"

You jumped out of his reach, lips parted in realization. "Nothing."

His brow furrowed in concern. "Sweetheart-" Billy took your arm gently, his other hand sliding the sleeve up. There were bruises there, on your shoulder. Dark ones. Looking you right in the eye, he said, "What happened."

"I...I..." you struggled to find the words, biting your lip.

He shook his head, gently bringing his hand up to grasp your chin, thumb dragging your lip from your teeth. "None o' that. You can tell me anything, sunshine, honest to goodness. The hell are these bruises doin' on your arm?"

Casting your eyes to the ground, you looked ashamed. "He didn't mean to-"

"He did this to you?" Billy was immediately furious, but he kept himself calm as not to scare you. "Sweetheart-"

"It was my fault," you breathed, looking up at him. "I made him mad, I...I-"

Billy shook his head, cutting you off. He led you to a nearby tree, sitting you down on the grass and kneeling in front of you. This is why you'd been so on edge, why you'd been tense last night. "Where else did he hurt ya?"

"Nowhere-" you started, but he gave you a look and your shoulders slumped. You brought your hand to your thigh, then your hip. "Here."

"Can I see, sweet girl?" one of his big hands settled on your skirt hem. When you hesitated, he half smiled. "I've seen a lot more'n that from ya, pretty."

You took in a breath, then nodded, and he pushed your skirt up, leaning down to examine the large bruises embedded there. His rough thumb smoothed over your soft skin, and he hummed softly as he pushed your skirt up a little further to see your hip, reacting much the same.

When he finally looked back up at you, his eyes were soft but firm. "You ain't stayin' with him."

You opened your mouth, but he shook his head. "No. No buts. You don't deserve this, darlin'. Not one bit."

Hearing his words and watching him smooth your skirt back over your thighs was too much, and you buried your face in your hands, shaking your head.

"Baby," his face fell and he put his hands on the sides of your head, leaning in to press a kiss to your hair. "'S okay. 'S okay, I won't let him hurt you 'gain."

Pulling back, he parted your hands from your face, looking into your eyes. "You didn't do nothin' wrong, sweet. Not a thing. You're gonna be okay."

Wordlessly, you looked into his eyes and the earnesty and sincere feeling in his nearly brought you to tears. "I didn't mean to stay so long...I wanted to leave but I didn't know how...I've never..."

He understood instantly. You'd never left a relationship before. You'd only been left. The thought of it made him sad, and he nodded. "I understand, sweet. 'M sorry."

You shook your head. "Not your fault."

Billy exhaled softly, stroking your cheeks and keeping his bright blue eyes on you. "I shoulda been here for ya, sunshine. Should never have left to begin with."

You closed your eyes, something he didn't recognize playing out on your face. He nudged his nose against yours. "Sweetheart?"

"I just missed you," you said softly, opening your eyes. "I..." you made a little noise in the back of your throat. "I've loved you all this time. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop."

His heart leapt. "Yeah?"

You nodded, your eyes filled with tears. "I didn't think you were ever coming back or I wouldn't have been with him..." the rest of your sentence was lost to your tears and he cooed, bringing you into his chest to rest against him.

"It's okay, it's okay," he whispered, rubbing your back. "I understand. It's okay."

The two of you stayed like that under the trees for a long time, holding each other tightly, trying to make up for lost time.

Finally, after your tears had slowed down, he whispered, "I love you. I have all this time."

You sniffled, looking up for reassurance. He smiled, bringing your head back to his chest and pressing a firm kiss to it. "Never stopped, just like you. Ain't ever stoppin' neither."

Billy held you tight until the sun sunk back behind the hills, whispering sweet things into your hair, and you basked in the glow of his presence, knowing he'd never leave again.

come talk about billy here!

[antimonyandthyme]

oscar/mark, a/b/o dynamics

“You’re not being rational about this,” Oscar says, and he sounds surprised, as if he had fully expected Mark to roll over and acquiesce.

In all the time Mark has known Oscar, he can count on one hand the instances in which they’ve butt heads. Most often they rub up against each other with mild annoyances, Hey, answer your phone quicker, this was important, easily solvable things. But this galls.

It isn’t about the offer. Not even that it’d cross every professional boundary in existence, and then throw the whole rulebook into the ocean too. But that Oscar thinks it’s the rational thing to do. Cut and dry, as cold and as clinical as you like.

Oscar’s looking at Mark as if he were a puzzle he can’t figure out. Mark swallows down the fully formed retort on his tongue, Hey, buddy, I don’t know if you’ve noticed in your twenty-something or so years living on earth, but heats aren’t exactly rational—

But that’d just sound petty. And Oscar would just blink at him in that way of his anyway, that way that meant, Why are you so upset?

Mark isn’t in the mood to explain. Definitely not in the mood to explain to someone more than half his age why he doesn’t think it would be a good idea to spend his impending heat together.

“No thank you, Oscar,” he says again.

“But.” Oscar frowns. “I’m right here.”

He isn’t posturing, that much Mark knows, as sure as he is that Oscar would rather roll his eyes than click an extra button to complain on the radio. There are no hidden layers when Oscar speaks, Mark likes that about him. And it isn’t arrogance either. He’s just being frustratingly, infuriatingly, irritatingly, rational.

So Mark has no reason being angry.

“All the same,” he says, as neutrally as he can manage, “I’d rather spend it alone.”

There’s a small, selfish lick of satisfaction at the whipcrack ripple of emotion it causes in Oscar’s expression, which then makes him feel like a giant asshole. But whatever.

Heats. Rational. Sure.

--

When did we get so old, huh, he said the last time Seb visited, and they had ended up mostly napping like two lazy cats in the sun. On a regular schedule the suppressants work fine, throw in jet-lag into the mix and they see fit to wreak havoc on his body. Migraines and loss of appetite, and the doctor had advised to just lay off during the race calendar.

Which, alright, can be done, except there’re three out of four of the yearly heats that would possibly land on a race weekend.

He detests arranging for services during a race, and spending heats alone is no longer the end of the world it once was. Uncomfortable, certainly, but much less now than when he was younger. The good thing about growing old is that you learn some tricks. You listen to your body and its needs, except when it’s fucking whinging for an alpha who’s absolutely out-of-bounds.

Saturday morning has his temperature surging, and he knows making Qualifying is out of the question. He texts Oscar a perfunctory, Good luck, make us proud, and goes to hunker down in the hotel room.

He’s prepared. The mini-fridge’s stocked, and he’s brought an assortment of toys to deal with the gnawing emptiness. It’s routine at this point. Moan and snarl and curse his existence, grow lucid enough to switch the telly on while stroking his cock and fucking himself with a toy, then back to curling into the tiniest, tightest ball in a mass of blankets, all the while sweating and blurting out half his body weight in fluids. Heave himself up to eat a sandwich. Check on Oscar’s times. Dry-heave a little while texting him congratulations. Go back to bed. Rinse, repeat.

The one bone, the one benefit of having regular heats, is that they don’t last long. By evening, Mark’s body has settled into some not-yet-post-heat-but-getting-there state. His dick is still hard, but at least he doesn’t feel the need to give himself rug-burn by tugging at it every five minutes.

Convenient, because the door-bell rings.

“Fucking hell,” Mark says, unimpressed. “What are you doing here?”

He thought he’d made himself exceptionally clear. But Oscar’s here, looking about as far from usual Oscar as Mark’s possibly seen him. Anxious, disheveled, toe-tapping nervous nonsense. Eyes-shifty, red-cheeked. Impossibly endearing.

“I have had a lot of time to think about this,” Oscar says, which in Oscar-speech means he stared into the abyss for a couple of hours thinking about nothing else. “It occurs to me that I’ve been horribly remiss.”

“You talk like an old man,” Mark says.

“I’m trying to apologize,” Oscar says, agitated. “I didn’t mean to. Offer so flippantly. As if your heat has no significance.”

There is no significance, is Mark’s knee-jerk response, but even he can see it for the lie it is.

“I… was hurtful without meaning to be. I’m sorry, Mark.”

Mark nods stiffly. He might be out of deep waters, but the ache of loneliness takes some time to dispel. Best to close the door in Oscar’s face soon before his body gets any stupid ideas. “Apology accepted,” he says.

Oscar opens his mouth. “That’s not all.”

Of course it isn’t. Oscar smells like pine and those godawful expensive vanilla candles and this is just not a very good time. “Go on,” Mark says, through gritted teeth.

“I wasn’t being truthful earlier.”

Mark blinks. “About?”

“Rationality,” Oscar says, and suddenly it’s as if he hates the word. “That was never why I offered. I thought. I thought it’d be the only reason you’d accept. If I could make you see it as something easy. You’re here, I’m here, you know? Might as well.”

“Oscar,” Mark says faintly.

“Mark,” Oscar retorts. “You get what I’m saying, right? I offered because I want to. You know. Be the alpha in your heat. Christ. Is that how people go about saying it? I don’t fucking know, mate. I just want to help you, like you’ve helped me.”

Oscar sounds as if he’s practiced this in front of the mirror. Practiced it and then gone and fucked it all up anyway, because his ears are bright red and he’s looking as if he wants the tiled hotel floor to swallow him up. He’s staring at the ground, or, quite possibly, at the line of Mark’s erection through his sweatpants.

“Mark. Could you say something please?”

“I don’t think—”

“That it’s a good idea, yeah, I got that earlier. Could I hear something honest, please?”

Oscar’s never once asked Mark for anything. Sure, manager duties aside, Mark busting an arm and a leg to pave the way for a certain career aside, Oscar’s never once asked Mark for more. And now he’s asking, heart on his sleeve, and Mark’s too worn down to say anything but—

“It’d be nice.”

Oscar whips his head up. All hopeful, like a pup promised a treat. “I—what—really?”

“Nice, and completely irresponsible of me.”

“Okay,” Oscar’s saying, and already he’s leaning in toward Mark, shuffling eagerly forward such that he’s breached the doorway. “Okay, but. It’d still be nice, right?”

"Yeah," Mark sighs. “Yes.”

Oscar takes one more step forward. Something clicks in the right direction when he places one hand on Mark’s jaw, and the other on his hip. A lock being turned in place, a scale being tipped. Something like that.

Quick on the uptake, never slow to see his moment of win, greedy, hungry, opportunistic. All traits of a good Formula 1 driver. That’s his boy.

Mark closes his eyes. Regret can come tomorrow, after the race. He pulls the door shut behind them.

[joanquill]

"Hey… are you asleep already?"

Prompt:"Hey… are you asleep already?" Character:Albert Relationship:Romantic Story type:Angst with fluff in the end

Albert James Moriarty

Warning/s: Kidnapping Tag/s: Established Relationship, Angst to Fluff Ending, Longer Than Expected (900+ words)

You sighed for the nth time as the bell tower chimed again, marking the third hour of your waiting for Albert.

'He forgot our date... again...' you concluded, raising your hand to a waiter and asking for the bill.

You knew your lover was a mystery and kept things behind his smile, but his warmth and kindness were enough to pull you in and fall for him.

You understood at first his lack of attention for you, knowing how hard it must be to balance his work, family, and relationship with you.

But slowly, insecurities started seeping in as women made brash rumors about him, saying how you were not enough for him and he had another lover on the days he was gone.

It also didn't help how tired he looked whenever Albert would see you or how he would avert his gaze whenever you asked how he was during his absences.

After careful thought and debate, you decided to talk and give it one last chance.

"Seriously..." you grumbled, pulling your coat closer to your body as you walked home.

"He couldn't spare five minutes?" you huffed, glaring at the sidewalk as the cold wind prickled your skin.

"Maybe over a letter was a better idea..." you frowned, recalling you practicing your speech numerous times for the evening, but it all ended in vain.

You stopped as you saw waterdrops falling onto the sidewalk, making you touch your cheek and feel tears running down.

You frowned as you wiped away the tears, but they kept coming as you started to sniffle.

'No... Not here...!' you reminded yourself, covering your face as you tried to calm yourself down.

"Hey," a hand grabbed your arm harshly, making you stop and turn around.

It was a man looming over you with two others behind him, staring straight at you.

"...C-Can I help you?" you replied, trying to pull back your arm, but the man's grip was too strong.

He looked at a picture in his hand and glanced at you, cracking a toothy grin as he grabbed you harshly.

"You're coming with us,"

Albert tightened his jaw as he walked to your date spot, his whole body tense as Lord Barsham's words repeated in his head.

"If you're not careful, someone might steal that pretty little doll of yours..."

Albert grimaced as his pace quickened, only to be stopped by sharp pains all over his torso.

Albert sighed as he slowly stood up, scolding himself for being too hasty for today's missions, forcing himself to keep walking.

"Mr. Albert!" Fred called out as he jumped from building to building, catching up to Albert.

"Fred?" Albert muttered as the boy landed behind him, out of breath.

"What are you-"

"It's Mx. (L/N)... they've been kidnapped..."

You hissed as you opened your eyes, seeing blurry figures running around frantically as screams and gunshots surrounded you.

"What..." you grumbled, your head feeling like it was split open as you tried to sit up.

You felt someone grab you by the shoulders and lift you.

"I got them!" a familiar voice shouted, but you could feel the darkness envelop you again.

"Ugh..." you groaned as you woke up, seeing a white ceiling as the streetlights seeped through the window.

You grunted as you sat up, feeling the bandages wrapped tightly on your head.

Looking around, you concluded you were in a hospital room with another patient beside you, but the curtain between you made it difficult to recognize them.

"Hey..." you called out, hoping your roommate knew what happened, but heard no reply.

'Are they asleep already?' you questioned, looking for a clock to see what time it was.

You heard a grunt and saw your roommate slowly sitting up and moving the curtain, revealing it was Albert.

"Albert...!" you instinctively called out, making him look up.

"(Y/N)...!" he breathed out as he rushed to your sighed, groaning as he held his stomach.

"Hey, take it easy!" you scolded as you helped him stay upright, his clothes all dirty and torn up.

"Are you okay? What happened?" you asked, trying to recall, but the headache made it hard to think.

"I'm fine... I just got shot-"

"-You got shot!?"

"-In a bulletproof vest, dearest..." Albert finished as he unbuttoned his shirt, showing his chest and stomach covered in bandages.

"Just a few bruises is all," he reassured, catching you by surprise as you quickly turned away, trying to hide the embarrassment.

"R-Right..." you coughed, making him chuckle as he buttoned back his shirt.

"Then I'm guessing those men were involved with you?" you asked, making him solemnly nod.

"Is this why you would be late for our dates?" you asked, making him sigh.

"You could say that..." he answered, holding your hand.

"You were never meant to be put in harm's way. I made sure of that. But all of it just led to straining our relationship and hurting you. So I thought..." he mumbled, his head laying low as his hands started tensing up.

"Albert," you called out, lifting his head.

"Whatever it is, I will hear you out, okay?" you reassured, rubbing his cheek with your thumb.

Albert frowned as he touched the bandages on your head.

"I've faced worse things from the noble women pining over you," you brushed off, making him chuckle.

"Then I need to do a better job showing I belong to only you," he retorted as he kissed your knuckles, catching you off guard.

"Are you okay now?" you asked as Albert nodded.

"Thank you, (Y/N)..." he whispered, making you smile.

"Now... I'll tell you everything you want to know,"

[lust4life01]

Watercolour eyes.

(Not my image!!)

Warnings!!: none really just pure fluff. <3

Pairing: Adam Bell x f/reader

Summary: Adam comforts you after a hard day.

You opened the apartment door and threw your bag down to the side, huffing in annoyance as you kicked off your shoes. Your day had been the epitome of awful. Everyone and everything had made you want to scream and cry at the top of your lungs. It had just been a mess.

“Hey (y,n), sweetheart is that you?” You heard your boyfriend call out from the kitchen. He was sat at the kitchen table marking up assignments, as he usually was.

Slipping into the room you mumbled “yeah, obviously.”

In that moment you didn’t think of anything or anyone. One thousand things flew through your mind at once.

You didn’t even look at him, you were far too busy looking for one of your earring. Midway through the day you had realised out of your favourite pair or earrings the left one had been lost throughout the day. They were gorgeous, ones Adam had bought you on Valentine’s Day one year. You cherished them, and now one was missing. You had prayed it was back at the apartment, which is what lead to your rude preoccupied entrance.

“Ugh where is it? I swear if it’s not in this apartment I’m gonna-“ You huffed out in desperation.

“Hey baby what’s wrong. What have you lost? I can help you look.” He walked over to you as he spoke softly. The patience this man possessed was crazy. He was also so understanding of your emotions. It was one of the many things you loved so dearly about him.

You still did not look at him but rather scanned yours eyes over the apartment frantically as you spoke. “My earring gone and I can’t find it, and I.”

Your voice broke and you could feel the tears brimming in your waterline. “I’m so tired.” You practically whispered as well as sobbed.

Adam's heart broke a little. He hated seeing you upset, but then again he loved holding you and telling you everything would be okay. Loved seeing a smile or a giggle leave your lips as the last of your tears spilled across your blushed cheeks.

He placed your palms in his and forced you to look at him. “Hey hey, it’s okay. It’s okay I’m here.”

Starred up at him as a salty tear fell from your eyes, he wrapped his big arms around you. One hand rested on the back of your head as it nuzzled under his chin, whilst his other hand softly caressed your lower back.

The smell from your shampoo lingered as he placed small soft kisses to the top of your head, as your tears painted his shirt.

He didn’t immediately harass you with questions as to why you were upset, he knew it would just panic you even more. Even if he did want to know what was wrong, why his sweet girl was in such a state and how he could fix it.

You brought your hand up to your eye after a couple minutes and your breathing had slowed, indicating you had worn your already exhausted self out.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked gently while his big hand stroked your hair.

You could have melted, his embrace could make the end of the world feel okay.

Nodding your head he walked you over to the couch.

A big sigh left your swollen lips before you started to explain your tragedy of a day. “Well, I lost my earring, the one you got me for Valentine’s Day and I’m so mad at myself.”

He laughed lightly . “oh baby. It’s alright I’m sure it’ll turn up. And if it doesn’t I can always get you a knew one. I know you love them and I love seeing you in them. So pretty.”

His large finger wiped away your tear, you could feel the affection oozing from his features. His soft touches were the equivalent of wedding vows, always so loving and full of passion.

You smiled lowly at him as you sniffled, looking up at him with your watercolour eyes. God you were so lucky to have him.

“Plus my day was so terrible. Apparently everyone at work is incompetent as fuck.” You giggled, tears still gently falling down your face, finding amusment in your misery.

“Was Jan and her ugly dog there?” He asked laughing at your inside joke, that woman and her dog he knew never failed to ticked you off.

Through your tears a loud laughed left your mouth. “Of course. Jan and her fucking ugly dog.”

Now that both of you were amused by your awful day, you realised how little and insignificant it was now you were sat here with Adam.

“Have you eaten?” He asked twirling a strand of your hair.

You shook your head in response.

“You want me to order from that place you like down the street.”

You nodded your head lightly and kissed him sweetly. You retreated but kept your face close to his “Thank you.”

He smiled “I love you”

“I love you too.” You touched his jaw and kissed him again.

“Ugh I feel gross. I cried all my mascara off.” You whined as you ran a hand through your hair, feeling the days hostility wearing off on you.

Adam stood up and kissed your cheek “I’ll go run you a bath honey.”

Adam drew you a warm bubble bath with vanilla scented candles scattered around and had put on your favourite vinyl which could be heard from the bathroom. He helped you into the bath and brought you a small glass of your favourite fruity wine.

“Thank you, my hero.” The redness of your eyes had now turned to a pale pink and the warm grin across your face eased his mind.

“It’s my pleasure. Hate when my girls upset.” He put his large hand over your wet one and gently rubbed the back of your hand with his finger comfortingly.

You spoke for a while whist he sat outside the tub as you bathed. You were trying to wash shampoo out of your hair. He scooped up some water and placed in onto your head, making sure it didn’t go into your eye. You loved when he did that, the feeling of him scooping warm water onto the crown of your head was so comforting. He made you feel small, in the best possible way.

Once it was all out he stood up but kept ahold of your fingers. “I’m gonna go grab some food. Will you be okay here?” He asked, a slightly worried look across his face.

“Yes baby.” You kissed the back of his palm as a little reassurance. The take out place was only down the street so you knew he wouldn’t be long and he'd already done enough to calm you down, like a personal lavender.

By the time you had gotten out of the bath, Adam had already been back.

You walked into your bathroom after putting on your pyjamas and doing your skin care, feeling one hundred times better.

Upon the bed sat your favourite candy and on the side table sat your favourite flowers. They were so pretty.

You wanted to cry again. He was by far the sweetest man you’d ever met. His unconditional love could be felt from the other side of the globe. All things he did had intention behind them, a real consideration.

You trailed out to the kitchen where Adam was unboxing your favourite food. “Hey baby, feel better after your bath?”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, inhaling his scent.

“I love you so much. Best man I’ve ever met.” You whole heartedly meant that too. No matter how many men had wounded you in the past, he gave you hope. Not even hope but certainty that kind, compassionate, loving men do exist.

He let out a small ‘awe’ and told you how much he loved you too.

You both ate your dinner together, you both laughed and spoke about anything and everything. Adam was telling you about an assignment someone had written that was just completely off topic which you both found pretty funny.

Adam took both of your plates as he washed up. “Do you want to watch that new movie you keep talking about?”

You stared over at the his laptop which had a display of a few more essays he had to mark and you immediately felt guilty.

“Are you sure baby? I mean I’ve already distracted you enough from your marking.”

He flicked the water from his hands off in the sink and turned towards you, looking deeply into your eyes. “They can wait. You’re my main priority. Come on, let’s grab a blanket.”

Adam already knew that you wouldn’t last long keeping your eyes open. When you were twenty minutes into the movie he could see your eyes flickering shut as he peered down at your sweet exhausted face. Twenty more minutes in and you were out for the count. You were positioned with your head in Adams lap. To him you looked like an angel and he loved having you so close but he was worried you might wake up with stiff muscles.

He gently picked you up gently, bridal style. You mumbled a little but he ushered you back to sleep as he carried you on into the bed.

He wrapped the blanket around you and admired your sleepy state, landing a small peck on your forehead.

“Sweet dream baby.” He whispered into the silent dimly lit room.

(I’m actually so in love with Adam Bell, it’s an issue😚.)

[koolades-world]

Spellbound Secrets

chapter three: wishes unspoken

synopsis: The House of Lamentation caught fire one night, and you were the only one they recovered from the wreckage. The brothers were in the house as well when you went to bed that night, but they were nowhere to be found. The pact marks are faded, and seem to be getting more and more indefinite by the day. You and Solomon get to investigating but oddly enough, nobody can seem to remember the missing brothers. It’s up to you, with the help of Solomon, to find your beloved demons, lest you never see them again.

navigation: playlist | prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three (you are here!) | chapter four (coming next saturday)

authors note: sorry this was a little late! i procrastinated again lol. but! i did have some great fried chicken lol. tags list is still open for anyone who'd like to be added :) and yes, i do know the ending is a little cheap but i was running out of ideas haha

You awoke the next morning with a start, unsure as to where you were or why you were there. Despite the confusion, you were calm and felt the most well rested you'd been in months. The lights were still off but a little bit seeped in from under the door. In the time you were laying awake, a few shadows past the door, going in opposite directions. After hearing the familiar footsteps outside the door, you recalled you were at Purgatory Hall. You were safe and sound, surrounded by those who cared about you.

After that revelation, you sat there for a while. You weren't sure how long since the clock in Solomon's room was most definitely slow, but it was peaceful. You knew you couldn't lay there forever, but you took the moment while you could. With a stretch, you got up and found your D.D.D. charging on a nearby table. You only had notifications from games, most notably Ruri Tunes. It was bittersweet, and was no longer mindless fun as it once was. You took the device with you to the bathroom to freshen up a little.

Thankfully, the bathroom was open. Just like the House of Lamentation, there was one main bathroom. Since there was only four of you in this household, it was much more manageable and it was endearing to see everyone's things intermingling. It was easy to pick out what belonged to who. A pink, worn toothbrush for Solomon, a pristine yellow one for Luke, and a still wet blue one for Simeon. Meaning, the remaining purple one had to be yours. Just like yesterday, it was spine-chilling to see how it was identical to your toothbrush from back home. That just wasn't possible though. The fire took it, just like everything else in the house that night, including the brothers. You reached out to it and turned it over in your hand to search for the smiley face Belphie had drawn on it to distinguish yours from his. He thought it was cute that you unintentionally matched but didn't want to get them mixed up. Sure enough, it was there.

You put the brush down. You'd ask someone to head to the shop with you later to get a new one. Brushing your teeth could wait until after eating today. You went through the rest of your routine and in place of brushing, you rinsed your mouth out with some mouthwash that belonged to Solomon. You made your way downstairs after you were finished in the bathroom.

"Good morning, Mc!" Simeon was downstairs, leaning over the stove. He greeted you enthusiastically with a smile on his face.

"Good morning. What're you making?" You joined him beside the stove.

"Luke requested omelets. We had lots of leftover veggies from dinner yesterday, so I figured we could put them to use. Do you want one?" He made it look easy when he flipped the omelet perfectly without the use of a spatula.

"Yes please. No bell pepper in mine." You moved to the cabinet beside him to get a glass to fill with water.

"Of course. I'll let you know when it's finished. If you're looking for Solomon, he's in the library." Simeon answered your question before you could ask it.

"How'd you know?" You sipped from the glass. Instead of responding, he merely chuckled and didn't turn back to look at you once. "Thanks." You left the water on the counter, and left for the library. You remembered that library well. It was nothing compared to the House of Lamentation library, but you often remembered finding Solomon and Satan huddled together there, pouring over a spell book. Sometimes, Luke could be seen with them, watching in awestruck. Today though, Solomon was alone, reading a book on the floor. He was surrounded by stacks of other books. Some were on the table, but most were piled on the floor beside him due to the sheer number.

"Isn't sitting on the floor a little taxing for your old bones?" You sat crouched beside him.

"Not even a hello or a good morning?" He turned to you and placed a bookmark between the pages before shutting the book.

"How are you on this fine morning, good sire Solomon?" You elbowed him with a smile.

"It's so kind of you to ask. I'm well." He fully turned his attention to you.

"Really though, what are you doing on the floor? The sofa is right there." You picked up one of the many books and read the title. "A Complete History of The Devildom?"

"I sat on the couch at first, but it's much easier to sort through them on the floor." He gestured to the stack to his right. It wasn't nearly as tall as any of the others surrounding it, but it was decent enough.

"How long have you been awake? Are you really planning on reading all of these?" You set the book back down where it came from after you realized he had a system going.

"I promised to help you, didn't I?" He dodged the questions, but looked at you. You swept your gaze over all the books again. There were easily over one-hundred of them.

"Thank you." You tried to convey all of your feelings with a smile. It was returned with a similar intensity from the sorcerer.

"It's my pleasure." He stood up, and offered you a hand. He pulled you up alongside him. Before you could respond, the two of you heard Simeon yelling off in the distance.

"That must be breakfast. Have you eaten yet?" You asked him, patting down a stray hair on his head.

"No. I got up and came straight here with a plan." He said back.

"That you came up with when?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Yesterday evening." Solomon told you. The door to the library was shoved open by the young angel who'd seemingly come looking for you.

"Breakfast is ready! Come eat. Simeon worked hard." Luke grabbed the both of you by the hand and marched you back to the kitchen where he'd presumably come from. You and Solomon exchanged glances as he tugged you behind him that you'd continue the conversation you'd been having later. He sat the two of you down in your spots at the table, then sat himself. The table was already set, including the glass of water you'd gotten yourself earlier. Simeon walked into the room shortly after with a large plate with all of the omelets on it. He told you all which had what ingredients in it, and you began to eat.

It was like yesterday. The conversation flowed naturally and never seemed to hit any lulls. It was a nice way to start the morning. The four of you discussed plans for the rest of the day. Simeon and Luke had some errands to run, leaving you and Solomon to do whatever you pleased. In the evening, Simeon wanted to watch a new movie that'd come out recently, and wanted to invite over the residents of the Demons Lord's Castle as well. Apparently, part of their errand running included headed there, so they just planned to invite them in person. After you'd eaten, you tried to offer to do the dishes, but as you thought he might, Luke protested and did them instead.

Solomon retreated back to the library, so after bidding farewell to the angels, you followed him. He was already back in the center of his bookstack when you reentered the library. However, this time there was a spot for you, right next to him. "So, about earlier." You sat down next to him with a slight wince.

"What about it?" He had already resumed reading the book you'd found him with before breakfast.

"How'd you sleep last night?" You put a hand in front of the book in an attempt to get him to look at you.

"Not well." He finally stopped attempting to read the book, and turned his attention to you.

"That's ironic. I think last night was the most well rested I've been in forever." You let out a sharp exhale.

"Really?" Solomon asked.

"Yeah. Lately, I've been tossing and turning. Just thinking. But I don't think I was up too long yesterday." You tried to recall last night, but you couldn't remember much.

"I'm glad." He said in barely a whisper. The room went quiet. He didn't go back to reading, but he didn't look at you either.

"How can I help you?" You finally spoke up.

"With sleeping or what I'm doing here?" He looked at you, wide-eyed.

"Both, silly." You leant into his side, lightly swatting at his arm. For a moment, you could tell he didn't know how to respond. His face was covered in a light dusting of pink, and as much as you searched his face, he wouldn't look back.

"Well, I've been searching these books in hopes for clues. Right now, I'm looking for traces of the brothers, but the books on the table are possible useful spell books." Solomon took a deep breath and continued like nothing had happened.

"Then I'll read with you. We can get through them quicker together." The two of you spent the rest of your day reading. You stopped around noon for a lunch break, but then you were right back at it. Occasionally, you'd look up and observe him nose deep in a book. He was focused and didn't even realize you were looking at him. The way he furrowed his eyebrows and pursed his lips was adorable. It proved a little hard to handle the books with your dominate hand still out of commission, but you were determined to make it work. You'd have to get used to life as a leftie from now on.

"Nothing from this book either." You set it aside on the growing pile of booked you'd already checked.

"How about we take a break?" Solomon set down the book he was midway through.

"Sure." You got up and stretched.

"I know we haven't found much yet, but we can't give up." Solomon stood up and began to reorganize the books you'd yet to read.

"I really still can't believe nobody but me remembers the brothers." You let out a heavy sigh.

"It's alright. We aren't giving up. This is just the first day of searching. We'd have to be incredibly lucky to have struck gold on day one." He reassred you.

"You're right. I know I shouldn't give up, but, it's sad, you know. I miss them." You rubbed at your face, exhausted. Solomon got closer to you, and placed a hand on your head. "It's only been a few months, but it feels like torture. And, nobody else even understands. Nobody remembers them, and I think that hurts more than my lonliness."

"No tears, alright? I made you a promise. It isn't often I do that. Save those for when we make a breakthrough." You could hear the subtle panic in his voice at the thought of you crying, which made you move your hands away from your face. You looked up, gently smiling. "You have me, anyways. I will not give up, no matter how long it takes. My ears are always yours to borrow if you need." He told you.

"I'll try my best." The grin he gave you back was worth dying for. You wished he genuinely smiled more.

"Didn't you say earlier that you needed to do some shopping? Let's go do that. It'll help us mentally relax from all the reading." Solomon offered.

"Actually, that's a great idea. I haven't brushed my teeth today." Solomon faked being disgusted and recoiled. "Don't worry, I used your mouthwash so I didn't stink up every room I entered." He continued to banter with you, but you couldn't ignore the way his ears flushed. The two of you set off to the store, laughing and talking the whole way there. You weren't really sure what color toothbrush to pick, because most of them just reminded you of the brothers. In the end, you settled on a deep blue that reminded you of the night sky, and the color of Solomon's cape. The only thing it was missing was a handful of silver sparkles for the stars.

As you added it to the little basket Solomon had on his arm, you heard a familiar voice behind you that made your heart drop. "The last thing I expected was to see the two of you here."

tags list: @bagofmice

[devilish-parrot]

Tally Hall themed names for pets:

you can also use this to name your children (or renaming yourself)

If you own a tally hall themed zoo(bin), then you know where to look for names

these are all of course only sugestions. im not forcing you to name you dog zirconium pants.

Most of this isnt serious but if you see some good ideas, go for it. youre welcome in advance

(this has been sitting in my drafts for months and ive lost motivation to finish it but you can roughly guess how it goes)

peoples names:

Zubin

Rob

Ross

Andrew

Joe

Bora

Casey

Marvin

Sally

Steve

Ryan

Colours:

Blue

Yellow

Grey

Green

Red

Orange

Black

Instruments:

Electric guitar

Acoustic guitar

Guitar

Ukuklele

Accordian

Flute

Drum

Piano

Keyboard

Microphone

Amp

Roland Amp

Violin

Bongo

Pair names:

What, When

Circles, Spirals

Birds, Bees (unfortunetly most people will think its a sex ed reference)

Mary-Kate, Ashley (most ppl will think its a direct reference to the olsen twins though)

Juno, Sun

Good, Evil

T, A-L-L-Y

Case, Bass

Click, Flick

Collectable, Delectable

No Answers, No Questions

Bubmle, Mumble

Once, Twice

Where, There

Here, There

Twice, Thrice

Direction, Voice

Double, Bonus

Bung Vulchungo, Zimbabwe Songbirds

Laugh, Kick it back

Rythm, Rhyme

Whether, Whatever

Whether, Anything

Bungalay, Bungalow

Too much, Not enough

Back, Forth

One Thing, Another

Spring, Storm

Enthusiastic, Alive

Silent, Explosive

Over Again, Never Again

Laugh, Clap

Serious, Delirious

Gallows, Ghetto

Town, Meadow

Billows, Over the Sun

End of a time, Another Begun

sky, all the land

Song Lyrics:

MARVINS MARVELOUS MECHANICAL MUSEUM

Good Day

Id like to say hello and welcome you good day

Glass eyes

Nothing

Something

Television

Cardboard houses

Xray Vision

Silly Rhymes

Telephones

Silly games

Periods

Question Marks

2. Greener

Greener

Seconds

Boulders

Weather

Breaking me slowly

Meaner

Cleaner

Greener shade of envy

3. Welcome to Tally Hall

T-A-L-L-Y

Mini Mall

Mega Mart

Eddie Thatch (most ppl will think youre directly referencing blackbeard)

WWTDH

Tizzy Hizzy

Carnival

Tally Hall (not the most creative but whatever)

Automated Players

Suave Fellow

Heterophonic Tunes

Proud Loud Guy

Sipping 'gnac (or Cognac)

Bill Laimbeer

Locksmith

Keys

Badiggle

Unpredictable Games

Antiqueties

English Chap

Knickers

Gall

Sterosonic

Animatronic

Robo-Electronic Ebonics

Quick Distraction

Mechanic Attraction

Good Old-Fashioned Puppet Show

Marionette Quintet

We think we're playing in a band

4. Taken For a Ride

Helpless land

Happy

Sadistic Mystic

Elavator

Fifteen Flights

Creatures

Listening

Painted Whispered Light

Forgotten Hill

Stranded Senate

White Brick House

Lonely Papaerbacks

Tiptoed

Wooden Sign

Lovely

One Secondary Smile

Extra Mile

Chemistry (is gone)

Taken for a Ride

Actor

World Renowned

Last real day of silence

Picture of a Letter

No Secrets (In the door)

5. The Bidding

Mmm-mmmmm-mmmm-mmmm (you have to hum the tune)

Cardboard Box

Liqor shop

Pavlov Dog

(Activate my) Bell

(Not a) Single Lady

Atmosphere

Continent

Hemisphere

Circumvent

Disappear

I graduated at the Top

(I like to take advantage of the) Bourgeoisie

Fantasy

Queen

Couple bucks

Gentlemen

Four Times a Lady

Dont shop Around

The Bidding

He's Sold

6. Be Born

Quite Content

Swimming Pool

Pink-Skinned Babes

Forever Young

See the Sun

Six Inches

Dozen People

Cry

(Follow my) Instruction

Little Ball

Bah/ Dah/ Baheyah

7. Banana Man

Colonel P.T Chester Whitmore

Bung Vulchungo

Zimbabwe Songbirds

Banana man

White Hot Sand

Banana Tree

Banana Flow

Mm mm mm mmm

Flame

Spirit

Spirit Game

Spirit Names

Spirit Cloud

Songbirds

Fire light

uptight

Little Fun

Bungalow

Bumping of the drum

Troubles

Go with the Flow

Whatever you may never know

Beckoning Man

African't

Nine o clock

Busy Town

8. Just Apathy

Just one state of mind

Something better

(no) Perfect find

Why i bother

Consider the Possibility

Im so tired

Inspired

I feel bad

I made her sad

I need to learn

Step blindly

close my eyes

Acting kindly

9. Spring and a Storm

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

Please stop complaining

Rain

Ground

Sky

Music

Clouds growled overhead

Thunder

Drained my soul away

Mr moon

Deep

Dark

Eternally high (great name for a giraffe)

Obscure

Star

Silent

Explosive

Create

Universe

Overworked

Re-crown

Creation

Over and over and over again

Never again

10. Two Wuv

little thing

just a fling

solely mine

mural

great eyes

fancies

apartments

enrolled in your school

bee

sadness

passes

im calling from tally hall

say that again slowly

lovliness blossomed

11. Haiku

trying

write

haiku

beyond

ancient asian poetry

lost in the sauce

formulaec verse

forte

tried attempts

lah da dee diddum lah dah dah dum ditto dum doo lah dee doh

sufficient

webster

12. the whole world and you

pretty people

sotries

passing letters

questions answered

metaphysical

astronomical

mystical

magical

la la la la la la la la la la la la

kings

distant cities

servisory

congratulatory

brewing

cooing

revealed the truth

not about me

retract

abstract

concluding

13. Ruler of everything

juno

juno was mad

shot at the sun

sun

wily

wily one only friend

mechanical hands

ruler of everything

ruler

everythung

jackrabbit

dance

zurconium pants

consequental

trance

walk

talk

disintegrates

chalk

wif

job

egocentric

mannerisms

wall

mirror

clearer

standing so tall

slobber

clovers

side of the hill

observing the birds

circle in for the kill

facade

scam

cry

detective undercover brotherhood

objective obscene

flibbity jibbity jibber jabber

word to sell story to tell

ringing the bell

comprehend

ubderstand

you resemble a fool

bumbling dragon

14. Hidden in the sand

playing in the sand

found a little band

bid adieu

buy a pony

15. Mucka Blucka

bluck

ba-bluck

a-bluck

blucka

bluck-bluck

blu-ha-ha

blaaah

mucka blucka

mucka-blah

mucka

mucka ba-ba

ba-ba

blough

blucka

bluck

bow

bluckity

blickity

bluck-bluck-bluck

blick

beeiiish

jerk chicken

Good & Evil

Never meant to know

lay of the land

feather in cap

sun in the sand

offered

together again

the earth can stay below

meat from the bone

perfectly equal

being alone

outermost clime

parts combine to one

around the sun

disarray

the sun the shadows cast

reasons on the other hand

2. &

love of the s*n

martyr claiming friends

either perspective of &

weak, strong

wet, dry

right, wrong

live, die

sane, gone

love, not

we forgot

hear it

dont deny it

high, low

new, old

stop, go

hot, cold

john, yoko

dark, light

good night

lesson fron their fathers

same command

lives stuck beside

words, numbers

sound, silence

stop the peace, keep the violence

no, yes

we digress

sad, hapenis (i know how to spell happiness i just cant unhear "ha penis oh god")

big bad betty

golden rule

jungle meet

nothing to love, no one to beat

thungs we know, things we dont

think, cant, will, wont

loath to gather

together, bereft

capitalists, communists

hokey pokey

hate eachother, love yourselves

heaven, hell

3. you & me

starting out a road

carefully unload

open-eyed

another seed to sow

getaway undone

divine, circular design

do do-do do-do

time, place

points along a line

keep on turning

sitting in the park

carefully remark

better when youre learning

in the dark

keep on turning

turn away and around

ive been coming down

4. cannibal

cavern

place where she can stay

darkness

obsessed

need to feed

willing victim

cannibal

rips out my bones

animal

blood is drained

calls it a game

wound

unimstakeable

dig up the skeletons

believe

corners disguised

phantom of glammer

feeding

conceding

5. who you are

appointment

sitting, waiting, hoping

air, night, airplane

flight overcame

distance

emmiting a glow

holding the thoughts

thinking too often

little aloft

not enough heart

armed to the teeth

fireside

falls down

rose up, rode underground

finding found

6. sacred beast

service of the king

almighty

in control of everything

queen decides

lives, dies

tonight we will sing

love, *humming and whistling*

easiest thing

mission

slay the sacred beast

claim our innocence

wont return

feast

riding high

hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

easisest thing

mission

claim our innocence

it knows its only truth

made of lies

auht, ever-wise

compromise

other sides of our disguise

seperate peace

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[blu-ish]

CHAPTER 2

"What is this?" Shadow was already regretting asking. He squinted at the paper in his hand, struggling to read the otherwise indecipherable handwriting.

"Only the essentials dear," Rouge replied with a blithe expression on her face. "I know how much you prefer an on paper list, so I wrote down some of the things I--we need, for your viewing pleasure."

When he wrote down the main things they needed to carry on hand, he didn't intend for it to be added too with the kitchens stray sharpie.

"Rouge, half of these things are beauty products." The hedgehog threw her a glare, they weren't even the ones she regularly uses, why is she experimenting now? She already steals his skin care products and eyeliner anyways.

"Listen hun," She laid a gloved hand on his shoulder. "were going to be in the desert for a year... I need some backups! Anyways G.U.N always provides the important stuff, we could at least get a little something for ourselves along the way~" Or so was Rouge's way of telling him to relax.

Mission Street wasn't too packed, thankfully. People ventured in and out of stores briskly, leaving Shadow with some room to breath. Adjusting the rucksack that was slung over his shoulder, the duo walked across the snowy sidewalk toward one of the larger convenience stores.

He could already tell Rouge was already engrossed with one of the nearby clothing shops window out of the corner on his eye, he momentarily sighed and gave her a nod when she looked back toward him with a smile.

"Try to use your money this time." He said sarcastically, a grin faintly tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Please, I don't steal from small businesses." the bat said earnestly, waving to Shadow.

The small bell on the door rung as she swung it open, Rouge loudly greeted the person at the counter like a long lost friend, he could still make out faint sounds of warm laughter as he entered the store across.

-----

The stores wide selection of items did not disappoint. He took his time scanning the shelves, carefully examining each product in his hand. The hedgehog nibbled on the end of his pen in thought, out of habit he supposed. Occasionally checking off things from his list.

"pocket knife... water bottles... flashlights..." Shadow mumbled.

He placed them into the basket below his arm. Suddenly, the pocket of his leather jacket buzzed, momentarily peeved about losing his train of thought, Shadow unlocked his phone.

ROUGE Brown or Purple?

She had sent him an image of two different shades of coats, sherpa coats to be exact, the good kind. Puzzled, he responded.

Does it matter?

ROUGE Answer the damn question sweetie <3

Purple.

ROUGE Thank you!

After rolling his eyes at the exchange. He slipped his phone right back into his pocket without a second thought.

After a few more minutes of walking through the store, eyeing strangers that glanced his way. Shadow double--triple checked his list, he swept a finger down the marks, satisfied. He'll have to try to convince Rouge to go makeup shopping tomorrow.

Hoping the line was short, Shadow was ready to leave.

Well, that was until he saw a familiar shade of blue walk right past his aisle. Ear twitching at the sound of the voice.

"Amy, my arms are dying here!"

"Oh stop it Sonic, its only a few things!"

"I HAVE NO UPPER ARM STRENGTH!"

Sonic?

Peaking ever so slightly from his "cover", Shadow raised a brow at the scene.

It was the blue hedgehog alright, hero of mobius, the one who so frequently bested the doctor, the one who was currently struggling to stand still in a line with four plastic baskets in his arms.

He could see Amy's annoyed expression, hand on her hip as she carried a few baskets of her own. "Why do you offer to help if all you do is complain." She sighed.

Sonics ears flattened, "I'm sorry Ames, its just, lines are so BORING. Cant I do a few laps around the--"

Amy threw him a hard glare, stopping his sentence short. He went back to tapping his foot impatiently, it was somewhat... amusing.

Coming to terms with the inevitable, Shadow sighed and walked up to the line. He tried to ignore how Sonic practically lit up as soon as he saw him.

"Sha--Shadow?!" The blue blur exclaimed, causing Amy to turn around as well, she gave him a bright and cheerful smile.

"Shadow! Oh its so good to see you!" she began, momentarily leaving her spot to greet him. He allowed a quick side hug from the girl, acknowledging Sonic with a nod.

Sonic cocked his head to the side, gesturing to the darker hedgehogs basket. "Isn't it a bit late for some holiday shopping Shads?" So there was the hedgehogs famous snarkiness. Shadow scoffed.

"Isn't it a bit early to be pestering me?"

"Hey! Come on, your not still mad about the parfait are ya?"

Shadow grumbled slightly, crossing his arms, unable to make eye-contact with the other. "You knew full well that was mine Sonic."

Sonics laugh came out more like a exhale, Shadow turned to meet his gaze, the hero's bashful nature peeking out. "

"It was pretty good for an ice cream in the winter time."

Shadow had no energy to correct him on the matter, he instead looked toward Amy, who had since grabbed the items Sonic was carrying and placed them in the self checkout.

"If you two are done can you help a gal out?"

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After a few minutes of placing what Shadow now realized was party suppiles into the bags, he hummed.

"For the party, I presume?"

Amy nodded happily, "Sure is! I've been buying the things I'll need all day. Sonic's has been helping me, in this own way." She muttered, shaking her head with a chuckle.

He who has been mentioned quickly turned around with a dramatic flare, "Well, excuse me!" He swiped a few more bags off the counter and ran out the door to make yet another trip to Amy's car. Shadow could tell he was happy to finally move his legs again.

"This will definitely be my best one yet!" Amy pumped her fist confidently. "I have so many new recipes planned, oh, and games too!" she let out a squeal in excitement. "Its going to be so much fun!"

Shadow wouldn't necessarily say that was his idea of fun, but he smiled all the same. "That sounds wonderful Rose."

"Thanks!" She placed another bag on the counter, just as Sonic zoomed by, he stuck out his tongue at Shadow, who in turned blinked at him dumbly. He will never understand that hedgehog.

Amy continued, "Some of the girls and I are getting together at the start of the New Year for a road trip, we've been planning it for months and I'm so excited to go!" she clapped, staring off into space at the thought. Shadow tilted his head in curiosity.

"I wasn't aware you were planning to travel." He supposed that made things easier, with Team Darks mission and all. "For how long? If you don't mind me asking."

"Oh not long! Just a few weeks or so, we'd be back before you'd know it!" She naively reassured him, she didn't know, so Rouge was really planning on saying goodbye the day of. He imagined it was for the best.

"In fact, it seems like everyone has their own little adventure planned! Knuckles is finally letting himself explore beyond Angel Island. Tails is going abroad, even Sonic said he'll be traveling. I'm so happy everyone finally has the time to really enjoy themselves next year."

Everyone?

Before Shadow could respond Sonic walked in, rubbing his gloved hands together. "That's the last of them Ames! It was the most intense game of Tetris I've ever played but I made it work." He smiled.

Shadow didn't even want to see what sort of stacking game the blue quilled mobian played with Amy's shopping bags. He could clearly sense Amy's dread as well. She patted Sonic on the shoulder.

"Thank you Sonic, your free to go. You dork."

"WOOOOOO, YEah--!" he cleared his throat, fixing his quills. "I-I mean are you sure--?"

"YES."

"If ya say so!"

Amy waved the boys goodbye, leaving the hedgehogs alone at the stores entrance. Shadow was busy fitting his purchased items in his rucksack on a nearby bench. Eyeing the blue hero, who gave him a mischievous smile.

"Wanna race?"

"no."

Now it was Sonics turn to blink in confusion, if Shadow listened hard enough he could almost hear the hedgehog give a soft whine. He again, just tried to ignore him.

"Why? I mean, I'm not gonna force ya or anything but... your usually always up for a quick race. What gives?" Shadow huffed, he just wasn't at his beck and call whenever he needed to burn energy. He was busy, why couldn't Sonic just get the hint and leave him be.

After making it a point to zip up his bag, Shadow slung it over his shoulder with a huff. "I don't have any more time to waste," he bit back a hiss. "don't you have to prepare to leave, for your own trip?"

Sonics ears flattened for the second time that day, "Oh, yeah. Amy must've told ya that, huh." He sheepishly looked away from Shadow. Seemingly lost in thought, before Shadow could question it. He smiled, "Nah, I don't really plan for that kinda stuff, I'm just going wherever the wind takes me!"

Shadow pressed a finger to his temple, sighing. "Of course you are." He's Sonic after all.

"What about you, you uh, headed anywhere?" He gestured to his rucksack. Shadow couldn't exactly pin point what as different about Sonics attitude, but it was there, and it was starting to annoy him to no end.

"no." he replied flatly, that was classified information, simple as that.

Sonic eyed him, he shrugged nonchalantly, or at least he seemed too. "Whatever dude, was just asking." Sonic covertly stomped his foot a few times, crossing his arms.

The air grew awkward, Shadow took it as a sign to leave. "Goodbye, Sonic." He pulled his leather jacket closer to his body, walking away into the busy cold sidewalk of Mission Street.

He received no quippy banter, no sarcastic remarks or headache inducing laughs. He turned around to find the hedgehog a streak of blue over the horizon. All that was left behind was the fresh breeze he carried with him, it hit Shadows muzzle, sending shivers down his spine.

He scoffed, turning away to walk into the crowd. Where he couldn't breathe.

[cevansbrat0007]

I love all the discussions you put into your work about body insecurities and it made me wonder: Do Ari or Andy ever have any body issues? Andy especially, I wonder if he gets a little worried as he gets older/eats more of Baby Girl’s food?

Yes, they do. Although both men tend to present themselves as being totally secure with their bodies, they do have their moments.

Andy is roughly seven years older than Baby Girl. And he does occasionally find himself worrying about the new flecks of gray in his beard. It's also migrating to the hair on his head. And at first, he had a pretty hard time dealing with it.

He even thought about coloring it, until his wife stopped him. Knowing he was in need of reassurance, but was probably too proud to say it out loud, she took it upon herself to find small, quiet moments to softly reaffirm just how attractive she found him.

Baby Girl will be the first to tell you that she loves the salt and pepper look he's got going on these days. And she shows it by complimenting him as she runs her fingers through his hair after a long day of work. Or by dragging him into the nearest closet for a toe-curling quickie when they can sneak away from the kids.

Our girl is very, very verbal about certain things. And she knows that her man needs that from her. The same way he needs her touch.

As for his figure, Andy still makes it a point to work out every day because of his wife's cooking. But let his Baby Girl tell it, all that good food she makes goes is going straight to his ass. Which is why she tries to squeeze it every chance she gets.

Now, onto Mr. Ari "Beast" Levinson. This man of few words was actually insecure about his scars. He's got several on his chest from his formerly reckless days of chasing down bad guys. Two are from knife wounds and one is from a stray bullet. But his most impressive scar he received came from his attempt to take down a naked man who was wielding a Katana.

He also has a six-inch scar on the right side of his torso that he earned during his time serving in Afghanistan. However, he doesn't like talking about that one too much. But maybe he will one day...

With the right woman.

In addition to the marks that adorn his body, he suddenly became concerned about the apparent roughness of his hands when he met Bird. His deliciously curvy southern belle was just so soft and sweet all over, and he honestly couldn't fathom why she would allow him to touch her.

And he didn't want to do anything that might sully that sweetness.

He worried that his coarse demeanor, his rough around the edges personality might inadvertently damage the seemingly delicate shop owner. So you can imagine his surprise one night when he awoke to Bird looming above him, lightly whispering gentle kisses over each and every mark.

Ari has never been the type of man to cry. He's not against it by any means. If anything he shed a tear the moment his feet stepped back on U.S. soil after both of his deployments. But that night...

That night he found himself overwhelmed with emotion. And then he took her into his arms and proceeded to make love to his woman so slow and sweet until he forgot where he began and she ended.

Bird positively adores him. And while she may not yet be okay with public displays of affection, she makes a point of holding his rough, battle scared hands whenever they're together. And he finds himself grinning like a fool whenever she kisses his knuckles.

___

Well, I hope that answers your questions. Thanks for the ask!

[midn1ghtdreamer]

Hey! I was wondering if you could write Izuku x reader he thinks the reader is somewhat enigmatic because no one knows anything about them, so he tried to and realizes that they don't have any friends? Sorry if it's kinda angsty 😅 and feel free not to write it if you don't want. (If you do, could you make it gender neutral?) Thank you and I love your writing <3

Of course I can! thank you so much for sending this request in it was so much fun to write. I hope this met up to your expectations. I decided to add a little bit of angst for flavor. Once again thank you for this request and feel free to make another one if you would like. 😊

Izuku X Reader

Strangely Alone

Izuku has an analysis page for everyone and when I say everyone I mean everyone. He even goes into to a deep dive of what everyone can do and how they interact. For example, Bakugo can only make a few large explosions before his quirk dwindles out, and he always smells like sugar when he walks by.

He did this list for every person he met hero or not, but there was one person that he was missing. You.

He could never understand you and your habits, he couldn’t even understand your quirk. It caught him by surprise at first. The thought of him not knowing anything about you only made him more curious.

He took his time watching you, hoping to find any pattern in your movements or other mannerisms. Yet, he found nothing. You didn’t talk to anyone in class, not even at lunch when everyone has a chance to mingle. Everyday you sit by yourself with no one to talk to, in fact, it seemed that no one tried to talk to you. You kind of reminded him of Shoto and his quiet ways, but Shoto became friendlier over time unlike you.

You always sat with you head in the clouds or writing in your notebook. He would even catch some of his friends whispering about you and how you were still “studying” even though the exam was over. Little did they know that you heard every word they said.

It’s not that you wanted to sit by yourself with your book as your only form of company. You wanted to talk, to laugh, to have friends. You wanted it all, but it was hard for you when it came to those types of things. You didn’t realize how much the lack of friendship would affect you.

You made efforts to talk plenty of times before, but no one ever heard you. No one besides the half asleep teacher at least, he didn’t count in your book. You even found yourself crying at some point, all the frustration of trying to make new friends slowing breaking you down.

The more you sat alone the worse the thoughts got. Why am I always alone? Why is talking so hard for me? Is one person too much to ask for? You had to keep your head down to hide the tears, each thought slowly consuming you.

Izuku noticed you sitting by yourself once again, but something seemed different about it this time. You weren’t writing anything down or eating, you were just sitting by yourself. Something about you called to him. Without hesitation he grabbed his tray, ignoring all of his friends questioning faces, and walked to your table.

“Is this seat taken?” He questioned. You looked at him in awe, your eyes shining for your tears. You shook your head, allowing the green haired boy to take a seat. “Today’s training was really difficult, right?” He was trying to make any attempt at a conversation and his efforts seemed to be paying off.

“It was, but I’m sure there was a good reason for it. We all know how our teacher is.”

Izuku agreed with you and continued to make small talk. By the end of the period you found out that you had some things in common. You both liked the same hero’s and both struggled in the same subject. Ther was even a small disagreement over what kind of katsudon was better. Yours was obviously better.

The bell marking the end of lunch caught you by surprise. The time never went by this fast when you sat alone. You liked the change. You liked the company. “Can we eat together again tomorrow?” You asked as you put your tray away.

“Of course.” Yeah. You definitely liked the company.

[isagrimorie]

[initial reactions] Critical Role C3x65

(This took a while to do because the first one I wrote vanished when I hit 'undo' to undo one action and it erased everything).

SO. Many things happened!

Out of the gate, Laudna aired her frustration about how Team Wildemount seemed to have had a better time than their team. And everything FCG, Imogen, and Fearne said just made things worse.

Until Laudna let out the 'And your new best friend' thing with Imogen and Frida. Imogen looked so bewildered, her 'excuse me???'

Ashton remains the heart of the group, I love that Ashton missed Chetney and his shenanigans (even though Laudna looked like she was a second away from throttling him). And I'm glad they were able to talk to FCG to calm down a little. FCG was working on my final nerve when they internalized Laudna's frustrations and made it all about them. It feels like Ashton had an epiphany and realization after seeing Laudna's breakdown, it was a wake-up call. Also for them, Bells Hells is:

We also get to learn more about Ashton's backstory and maybe they didn't pursue the direct Hishari line but maybe they can pursue that question in Zephra.

I love the whole thing with the Duskmaven. I love the vision and the realization that Vax is still suffering in that Orb.

The vision the Matron of Ravens gave to Orym, Fearne, and Chetney was fantastic. Matt’s description was so evocative. And then the doors slamming except instead of doors its the white mask of the Matron. She’s in mourning.

I continue to adore the differing views about gods, I love that both Ashton and Laudna’s view is— they don’t need to worship the gods to save them and the world. And after everything Ashton went through, maybe it’s the gods turn to reach for him, and that for Laudna, just like with FRIDA, her faith belongs with the people she’s with.

Let’s talk about Fearne’s ‘I won’t lose anyone else’? Because she’s not as vocal about it. But she’s equally as traumatized losing people but also she might not be possessive of her sexual and romantic partners but friends? Fearne is possessive of. Orym is her best friend!

I also love that Chetney had to deal with the consequences of his actions. He forgot about it but Matt didn’t!

Fearne and FCG are scrying for Ludinus and Liliana and find… that they’re both on the Rudius moon!

Even Ira is on the moon! So. I feel like the end game for this is Bells Hells going to the moon, on a race against time to stop Ludinus for doing his final thing to free Predathos (who will then eat him). I don’t know why Lililana is still following Ludinus since it’s obvious his promises were bunk, but I suppose sunk cost fallacy is a thing.

Also as Aabria said: “Are we all dancing around the fact y’all need to go to the moon?” Because she was RIGHT! They were dancing around the fact they’re all going to have to go to the moon! Thus kickstarting Exandria’s Space Race!

And now to the MAIN THING.

I love actually, that this whole thing with them: the misunderstanding, the kiss all happened with Imogen’s ability to passively mind read shut off. I also love that it all comes in the heels of Laudna airing out her frustrations. Because this time Imogen has to really talk to Laudna, she can’t just get the mental vibe from her. They have to talk. IMO this is the best thing that’s ever happened to both of them, I think they both relied on the fact that Imogen can just ‘hear’ Laudna’s thoughts.

Laudna never minded that Imogen can hear Laudna’s thoughts. But I love that Imogen not hearing Laudna’s thoughts at first pass is actually good for them. Because now Imogen has to learn how to communicate with Laudna through words and sometimes she’s off the mark — the first part where almost everything Imogen said just upset Laudna, to Imogen’s tentative: “Can I kiss you? Because I’m not sure anymore.”

Also, ‘Can I kiss you?’ both did and didn’t come out of nowhere this is a direct continuation of Laudna and Imogen’s conversation the eve of the Solstice. It all started with:

IMOGEN: I don’t know, since you came back, I’ve been almost scared to say anything. [a beat] LAUDNA: Say what? And Imogen did confess to Laudna but Laudna didn’t get it! And then the next second, they were separated from each other.

I can imagine Imogen thinking the next time she gets to see Laudna again she’s not going to chicken out and then Laudna misinterpreting her friendship with FRIDA seems to have resolved Imogen further. Her bewildered: “Excuse me???” was everything.

And then there’s Laudna’s everything, her stress and her breakdown, and fear that her worst self is her only self when it’s the furthest from the truth. Imogen would follow Laudna into the dark because she also feels the calls of temptation. She used to hate her powers but she’s accepted her powers and learned to love it because without her powers she would never have met Laudna.

But also, Laudna being in her Regency Romance era (to coincide with Laura’s ‘Pride and Prejudice’ era) they are so compatible with that Regency Romance with a large serving of Gothic romance.

I’m so intrigued at how both Laudna and Imogen are keeping their change of status from best friends to dating to themselves but it also makes sense they want to figure this thing they have with each other away from other people’s input and feelings.

I also can’t wait for Laudna’s new outfit and Pate backpack home.

And now they're in Zephra, off to one of the most beautiful places in Exandria when everything's on the edge of tipping into something. I can't wait to watch the next episode!

Also, it took awhile but I finally got to finish this not so initial reactions. Thanks, tumblr for the delay!