#as long as he finds out once he's an adult there wouldn't be any problems though- at least not on his part

[multishipper-baby]

Thinking about soulmate AUs for my OCs because I'm in a romantic mood rn

[firstfirerebel]

𝕳𝖎𝖘

Sumary: Tom Riddle is obsessed with reader and won't tolerate her being somewhere else than his side (Reader is against the hate on Muggles or Muggle-Born wizards)

Pairing: yandere Adult!Tom Riddle/Voldemort x fem! reader

Warnings: Dark content, obsession, mention of the three Unforgivable Curses, implied kidnapping, death, yandere, toxic behavior

Time: First Wizarding War (meaning Voldemort/Tom is still a normal man)

English is not my native language!

I DO NOT SUPPORT OR ROMANTICIZE YANDERE BEHAVIOR!!!

"Why won't you just understand that all I want to do is create a new world, a better one. One were you, and I will rule together!"

"But I don't want that! In fact, I don't even want to be near you! I'll never join you nor support you. Just give up already and let me free!"

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It was another day in the Malfoy Manor where you were captured by none other than the dark lord himself. And another day, where you just hoped to escape or die. Sounds harsh? Listen to your story first...

You have known Tom since your Hogwarts time. You weren't in the same house but in the same year, and even though you weren't close, you did happen to have some lessons together. Never you would've considered him a friend. He was just a classmate who sometimes helped you with potions, and in your free time, you sometimes met him in the libary by coincidence, but that was it.

Yeah, you did find him attractive, but you would have never thought to date him or something like that. After all, he always wanted to be alone and didn't like company. You also preferred being alone, to be honest. Still, he somehow scared you from the beginning. His eyes hold no emotions, but in his actions and his aura, all you felt or saw was pure hate. Tom didn't talk about his past, but he didn't have to for you to figure out that it must have been no good one.

Once you were in sixth grade, attacks on muggle-born students happened, and in the end, Myrtle, who was a friend of yours, was killed.

Yeah, she was very difficult , but she didn't mean any harm towards anyone. Besides that, she was bullied by so many students that you just felt pity for her. You were also bullied in your first years at hogwarts until the students stopped out of nowhere. Since then, you have had problems with being social. Most people who were close with you ended up using you for their own benefits or saw you as their therapist or something like that.

Okay, Myrtle was known for being over sensitive, but still, if people knew she would cry because of mean comments, then why make them? She was in her third year when she died, and she only flew to the girls' toilet because Olive Hornby made fun of her again, which made you more sad about her death. It's not like she chose to have glasses. What was wrong with some people?

In the end, Riddle accused Hagird of being responsible for her death. Only you and Proffesor Dumbledore were convinced that it couldn't have been Hagrid. He was way too nice and kind-hearted for such a terrible crime as murder. Though you didn't think it was Tom either.

But it didn't matter. Hagrid was suspended, and that was the end of it.

Since that time, you didn't trust Tom Riddle anymore. He was the one who made everyone believe that Hagird was guilty. And somehow, since the incident, Tom's aura has become even more intimidating and dark. At least that's how it felt to you...

Once you graduated, you didn't hear of him again, which didn't bother you at all. You lived a peaceful life for a long time. You loved your job. You had true friends. You could do your hobbies. And sometimes you even went on a few dates.

But, if it would have stayed that way, you wouldn't be at Voldemorts' side against your will, would you?

The day that ruined your life was a rainy day. It wasn't too cold nor too warm, so you decided to take a walk in the nearby woods. You loved to spend your time there. All the creatures and plants fascinated you every time without fail. Sometimes, you even saw unicorns, which felt like a miracle everytime Besides, it was one of the last peaceful places left.

War would soon come. It was only a matter of time. Everybody knew that. Maybe you only had two months left, or you still got two years. No one knew except the ones on Voldemorts side.

At that time, you only knew that 'The Dark Lord' was a user of the dark arts. And he hated Muggles and Muggle-Borns. Which was enough for you to despite him. Dark magic was never something you approved, and you didn't care about the blood status of anyone. What mattered to you was always the person.

Usually, the woods were filled with life and joy, but that day was different. The forest looked intimidating from the outside, and you even thought about going back home.

Sadly, you didn't listen to your inner voice. But, it wouldn't have changed your fate...

Once you entered it, you didn't hear the happy cheers of the birds like always. And you didn't see any nifflers running by or other creatures in general. Something was definitely wrong.

But you continued to walk, which would soon turn out to be a fatal mistake. As soon as you reached the river, that was in the forest, you realized why everything was so different than usual.

Death Eaters had chased and killed a Muggle-Born witch with her family. They were on a camping trip, as you could tell from the scenery. But there was still a girl, most likely two or three years old, still alive.

Without a second thought, you hid behind a big tree and some bushes around it.

It seemed like the Death Eaters didn't know what to do with her. Maybe she wasn't part of the plan? At first, you thought that this was not an important mission for them, but then you saw Bellatrix. She was very well known as Voldemorts' right hand. She personally learned dark magic from him and was definitely the most loyal Death Eater there ever was. So this must be a really important matter.

You couldn't stand her guts and wanted nothing more than to just slap her even if you didn't know her in person. Dark magic wasn't something you supported. But still, you couldn't deny that she was dangerous and powerful. Her madness didn't lower that fact.

Since dying wasn't on your to-do lost today, you ran away as fast as you could. Since they were arguing so loud, they didn't hear you. Of course, you wanted to help the little girl, but it was simply impossible to get her without getting caught. And against a whole troup of Death Eaters with one being BELLATRIX, you didn't stand a chance.

But luck wasn't on your side...

As you ran away from the horrible scene, you ran into a Death Eater. They wore their typical black clothes and their mask was on, so you didn't see who it was.

Before you could grab your wand, you heard an angry mumbled 'stupor'. You fell onto the ground and blacked out.

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When you awoke, you didn't dare to open your eyes. After all, you got caught by a death eater, so you being alive was a miracle. You didn't hear any voices around you. It also wasn't cold and wet around you, so being locked up in a cellar wasn't the case as well...

Beneath you was a comfortable mattress. It was soft and made you want to fall asleep on it. But what the hell was this all about?!

If you're caught by the bad guys, you normally don't wake up in a soft bed. Did they bring you back home? No, that would be too risky. Maybe they wanted some information, but you weren't really someone well known in the wizarding world.

Patiently, you waited a few more minutes, but still not even the slightest noise. So you opened your eyes.

You were in a dark room. The main colors were black and dark green. Black wardrobes and black walls. The bed was made of black wood, but the sheets were dark green, the big carpet on the floor as well. No one was with you in this room. Desperately, you wanted to know where you were. From the colors, you would have guessed that it was a Slytherin Dormitory in Hogwarts. But kidnappers don't bring you to your old school!

Scared you inspected the room once again. Nothing was familiar...

You took a deep breath and stood up. If you would die, fine, but as long as you had the slightest chance of escape you would take it.

The carpet felt also really expensive beneath your feet. By the way, your kidnappers were so nice to pull off your shoes before laying you into bed...

Everything in this room seemed to be just made for this specific room. Which frightened you even more.

Suddenly, the door was opened, and you saw a pretty woman (walking down the street 🤣) in the doorframe. She was slim and tall, had long blonde hair that was tied up in a bun. Her tight dress was rose gold with a black cloak over it. All in all, she looked like a wealthy woman. Her face was pretty as well, but she looked like she got a dung under her nose. Weird.

"Get up and follow me, My Lady," her cold and clear voice told you.

"Uhm, I'm not your Lad -" but she was already on her way to your goal. You had no clue where it was, but following her was better than sitting around, right?

"I know this must be really confusing, but our Lord will explain it to all of us soon. I was just told to get you and call you that. Now, please, don't make this harder for us than it already is,"

You managed to catch up to her. Now you also saw that her eyes were ice blue. Matching her cold voice.

"Who are you?" you asked softly. Kowing her name could be a good hint to where you were.

"Narcissa Black, soon to be Narcissa Malfoy," the woman didn't look at you for one second, her eyes were focused on the walls. So you were still in the claws of the death eaters. Family Black was well known for their puryity, not a family you would have gotten along with.

The corridor was huge by the way. Dark colors still dominating. Only the chandelier was white. Did this belong to one person or was it the headquarters of Voldemort and his minions or what? Instead of getting awnsers you only got more questions as you walked after Narcissa.

Downstairs. A few steps upstairs again. Left. Left again. Right. Straight forward. The second right.

Was this a house or a Labyrinth?! How were you supposed to find your way in here? You even got lost in Digeon Ally!

But after what felt like an internity, you both reached a large black table, people gathered around it. A tall man stood up from his chair as he heard you two enter. As he turned around, you saw your old classmate Tom Riddle, but if he was here, he wouldn't help you. If he became a death eater, he was behind after everything you swore to fight. He wasn't an ally or a friend anymore. He was a danger and a threat to you and many innocent people who weren't here.

You tried to hide behind Narcissa. After all, she was the only person who seemed at least a little trustworthy, and she was another woman. Maybe she knew how unsafe you felt because mostly men were in this room. The only other woman was a mad Bellatrix, never ever you would trust her.

"Ah, there they are. Come in, " Tom spoke. His voice had changed, and it was more intimidating than it was before.

You didn't move an inch, but Narcissa started to move forward. Being all alone without someone to hide behind was more scarry, so you followed her, but you were still behind her.

"Oh no, don't be afraid. No one here will even dare to glare at you, my dear. They knew the punishment would be worse than death," You couldn't recognize Tom anymore. The hate in his presence, his voice, his appearance, everything scared you. Back in school, you didn't fear him, at least not for his house or his roots. Just because he was a Slytherin, it didn't mean that he was evil, but now? His opinions were completely different than yours, and this was not a stupid novel of the stereotype enemies to lovers cause he was just plain and simple wrong with his thoughts on muggleborn or muggles in general.

[Funfact: I don't get the hype on this topic, see, for being autistic I got bullied for many years and than reading a story about two people hating each other's guts and than falling for each other just feels wrong for me, you can read whatever you want ofc, this was just my unpopular opinion]

Still, you hid behind Narcissa, but as she tried to go towards a man with long blonde hair and her crazy sister, you felt completely defenseless. The only person you used to know seemed to be the head of everything here, and Narcissa wasn't at your side anymore. Sadly, Tom saw your fear. He went towards you and pulled you in an unwanted hug. Softly, he petted your hair and whispered sweet nothings. As soon as this horror hug ended, he smiled at you and turned towards the others.

"If anything should happen to her, everyone will be held responsible! You know the punishment, now go! We are done here!" As the last word fell, everyone disapparated, and only you and him were left.

And then you realized it. If he could order the death eaters around, he must be the dark lord himself. Tom Riddle, your old classmate, was Voldemort.

You backed away from him but regretted it soon. Tom didn't take rejection good...

"Why are you scared? I won't harm you. In fact, I am the one who has kept you safe since I saw you!"

"Are you mad?!" You yelled back into his already mad face. Wrong choice again. In full rage he stormed through the room and kicked everything in his way. Chairs and even the whole table practically flew through the room.

"Who protected you from those bullies back in Hogwarts?! Who kept you safe from all filthy boys who just wanted to break your heart?! Who killed the mudblood Myrtle so you were safe from her?!"

So Dumbledore was right... Tom opened the chamber of secrets all those years ago. And killed your friend.

"Myrtle was my friend! I never asked for your personal protection, Tom!"

Somehow that calmed him down! Yep, that man was a complete psychopath...

"But you didn't have to, my dear", he ran towards you and cupped your cheek while looking into your eyes.

"Keeping you safe will always be my priority. I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you and I knew that I would always protect you. Look around, here in our mansion you will always be safe. No one will ever harm you again. We'll be safe here! After I've won this war you and I can live here in peace. Just imagine it, I'll make us so many horcruxes that we won't ever die. Here we will raise our kids and they'll never go through the pain of being an orphan like I was", pain and hate was in his voice at the simple thought of 'death' and 'orphan'. But having a family with this insane man? Hell nah, you'd flee the moment you got the chance!

"I know now this is scary for you, and you might think of escaping, but this whole mansion is surrounded by death eaters, the moment you even think of fleeing you'll be brought to your room and trust me, I know how to punish or torture someone so that no mistace will ever happen again",

And that's how you ended up here. Behind you was the man that claimed to love you fast asleep. Yet he was the one who made you go through all of this. Most traumas you had were because of his action. If this was love, than you could already drown in it.

You had no idea if you could ever escape or if even the try of escaping was a good idea. This man wasn't well known for his kindness or his patience.

Maybe playing along would make it easier, but would your mental health take that well? Or would that make him do worse things 'out of love'?

Still, you rethought your first actions towards Tom, trying to figure out what made his obsession start. Was it your look? Your hairstyle? Your body language?

Or was it just being unlucky?

[loveandmurders]

Imagine you got adopted by the Sinclairs when you were ten.

Victor Sinclair found you in an orphanage: he got called to take care of you after you got badly sick.

It has been three years since you were rotting in this orphanage. Your parents promised they would come get you soon, but you long lost any hope they loved you and wanted you back. You even hoped they died in a car crash, and that was why they didn't keep their promise.

You wanted to leave this place now. You were mistreated and unhappy. You would do anything to leave, and running away didn’t work so far.

It was the first time in so long you met someone new so you promised to do anything Victor could need from you, including taking care of his sons.

Victor had always wanted a girl and he thought you could help his wife with the boys.

And if it didn't work out, he could at least hope for Bo to lash out all his anger on you. He wouldn't care and Trudy either because you weren’t truly theirs.

You were scared because you were smart enough to know Victor wasn't a good person and he told you how violent his sons could be.

But the boys fell in love with you at the second you entered the house.

Bo stopped yelling back at his mother and quickly became overprotective with you. You were the only thing that could appease him. Vincent forgot about the sculpture he was working on. Your beauty and softness made him feel overpossesive with you. You were his muse. Lester shyly offered you some toys to play with you, and your bright smile made him melt. He was only cuddles and kisses with you.

You loved them so much and you brought balance in the family. You sticked by their side when Trudy died and when Victor got killed by Bo. You would do anything for the brothers.

As you grew up, your relationship got a little bit ambiguous. After all, you were the only girl of their age in their existence. You were extremely affectionate with one another, and you had no secret for them. You sometimes kissed them, but it wasn’t fully a romantic relationship, and it never went sexual so far either.

Imagine you are fully an adult now, and you live with the twins and work close by Ambrose. Lester is often at home to spend time with you, and the twins take care of you. For instance, they wait for you to be back from work to have dinner.

You are happy. Too happy to care about the murders. You actually enjoy living with dangerous people who only love and cherish you.

Imagine one day your biological family finds you. They go to your work to talk to you. You are confused and lost. You have always thought your family died a long time ago.

Your mother is very sick, and she needs money to get a treatment. Your biological sibling wants to convince you to help and he sweet talks to you, saying he needs you, his big sister, in his existence.

You realise they are manipulating you and that your parents abandoned you but happily raised your little brother. You were the problem. You are heartbroken.

But they are good with their words. Your brother is a lot more dangerous than you can think. Your instinct knows it, but for the moment, you are too shocked to think.

You need to talk about all of this to your boys, but you don't know how. A small part of you is scared they will push you away, they will stop loving you.

Imagine you go back home later than usual that day, which worried the twins. When they see you, they instantly know something happened, and they make you talk.

Imagine the Sinclair brothers' reactions once you finish your story.

Imagine them thinking they are going to lose their girl, their sunshine, their happiness.

They don't know how they will deal with this, but they know one thing: you are a Sinclair, and you are theirs.

(Yes, I want to write for this 🙈)

[eyrina-avatar]

Kinktober

Gas, Cash, or Ass

prompts: #27 anal

pairing: adult neteyam x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, nsfw, smut, possessive/dom neteyam, anal. proofread once

this was accidentally posted like a month before because tumblr decided to change the scheduling date and posted it without me knowing and I had to run to delete it. So if you saw it the first round, no you didn't🫠

"Hi Nete!" you waved as the tall Na'vi came to a halt on his direhorse.

"Hey! What's up? " Neteyam watched as you struggled with the jug and basket in your hands.

"Not much... Just on the way to fill this water jug for Mo'at and then I have to catch some fish for the festival later."

He chuckled, "I don't think you'll be able to carry both at the same time."

"Well, it would have been better if I found a pa'li like you did... but I was in a rush and haven't really perfected my mounting skills yet."

"I suppose you need a small favor then?" He smirked as you nodded.

Neteyam saddled the items in place and helped you up the pa'li.

"Thanks," you looked down as your cheeks blushed a light purple.

"No problem," He gave his pa'li a tap before making way to the river.

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"Alright, I hope you enjoyed your ride." Neteyam stopped his pa'li by the riverside and handed you the basket and jug after you got yourself down.

"Thanks... I really appreciate it!" You smiled as you got ready to collect some water. Placing the basket on the floor you turned around only to find Neteyam in front of the river, blocking you.

"Pay up," was all he stated as he looked down on you from his seat.

"What?" You cocked your head in confusion, not sure if you heard him right.

"You heard me. Pay up. Gas, cash, or ass." Neteyam crossed his arms, causing you to stare at him dumbfounded.

"The fuck do you mean gas, cash, or ass?" You furrowed your eyebrows together. "Neteyam your pa'li doesn't even use gas! And you don't even know what cash is. How could you possibly know what that phrase means?"

"It's just like that little sticker thing on the sky people's helicopters. Almost all the guys have it."

"And what, you're a sky person now?" You rolled your eyes at him.

"No, but it seems like a good system so I adopted it."

"Yea whatever, you're not getting any." You tried walking away but Neteyam parked his pa'li in front of you again.

"Nu-uh, you heard me. Gas, cash or ass."

"Are you for real? Am I supposed to get food out of no where and feed your pa'li when it can get food itself?" You put the jug down to cross your arms.

"Well then, cash or ass." He responded nonchalantly.

"But I don't have any cash on me!" You exclaimed in frustration. "Plus, what could you possibly need cash for, huh? There's not much use for it here on pandora. The most you could get is some pricey soft toilet paper at the avatar facility, a lolipop for Tuk, or a cigarette that the military guys are always smoking?" You crossed your arms.

"Well I don't need cash for a cigarette when I could just get one from Grace's drawers. From what I saw, she was always puffing like there's no tomorrow." Neteyam shrugged.

"Na'vi's don't smoke. Plus, Kiri wouldn't let you anywhere near Grace's things in the first place."

"You're right, I don't smoke and there's no use for cash here. So... ass." Neteyam gave you a small smirk. "That or I won't be giving you any more free rides."

"Says the one who's asking to be ridden" you murmur in a low voice.

"What was that?" he cocked his head in question.

"Nothing, nothing." You clarify.

"Well, you heard me. Plus, who's going to help you back to home tree after you finish your fishing. Are you just gonna go on that hour long walk carrying that heavy basket and jug?"

"No..." you let out in a small whisper.

"Then you're gonna have to pay up. That or a long burdensome walk."

"But that's not fair! Na'vi's are supposed to help each other out. Do you expect this form of payment every time I ask you to take me somewhere?!" you let out.

"Umm, yes." Neteyam grinned, knowing you had no choice.

"Screw you! You know what?! Next time I'll just ask Tsrüyem to help me out with my hunt! He's kind and strong, and he certainly won't be asking for any of those favors of yours in return." You huffed away, smirking as you got a glimpse of neteyam's slick smile wiped off his face at the mention of Tsrüyem.

"Wait, wait." He hopped off his pa'li and grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

"How about just this one time, and I'll take you anywhere you want, whenever you want. Want to go to home tree, I'll take you. To the avatar facility, I'll take you. To the hallelujah mountains, I'll take you. It doesn't matter if it's guiding you there, giving you a free ride on my ikran or on a pa'li. Just once and I'll take you anywhere you want." He pleaded with you, eyes looking directly into yours.

You worked hard to hide the smirk that threatened to grow on your face. Perfect, just what you wanted. Neteyam begging and you making him your personal travel man, taking you anywhere you wanted, whenever you wanted.

"Hmm, I don't know... even in the middle of the night?" You questioned, scrunching your face as you pretended to debate within yourself.

"Yes, even at night! Whenever you want." Neteyam let out as his tail swished left and right excitedly.

"Even if I want to trade with the Tayrangi clan, all the way to the seaside, by the cliffs? You'll have to take me there whenever I want..." You cocked your head to one side.

"Yes, yes! I said whenever and wherever, didn't I?"

"Fine. You have yourself a deal." You made your way towards him and trailed your slim fingers over his torso, running them up and down before stopping at the hem of his loincloth and trailing them back up to his neck.

"On one condition, sweetheart..." he let out in a purr.

"Hmm, and what's that?" your warm lips hovered his ear.

"That I'm the one in charge now." And with that, he turned you over and grabbed your wrists behind you with his one hand while he used the other to push you on a nearby rock, causing you to let out a yelp.

Your face and breasts were squished against the low rock as your legs supported you. He gave you a light smack as your ass stuck up.

"Neteyam, what do you think-"

"Don't worry, I won't go all in at once. I'll let you adjust."

"And who said you could be in charge???" you barely managed out as Neteyam gave your ass a nice squeeze, making you whine.

"A deal's a deal, princess." And with that he pulled your beige shorts down, reveling your pretty plump bottom.

"Aha, so that's why you haven't switched to using a loincloth yet. Hiding that cute little butt of yours huh?" Neteyam bent down to give your ass a wet kiss, letting his tongue run sloppily all over your bottom. You couldn't help but moan as his mouth ran wild and his hand played with the hem of your underwear.

"Oh fuck..." you let out in a breathy voice.

"Enjoying that, ma'syulang? Huh? Let's see what's under these cute little panties of yours." His hands let go of your wrists, allowing you to support yourself on the rock as he ran his fingers along your panties, pulling it down while he inched his crotch near your rear. A light hiss escaped his lips as you reached behind you and began rubbing his length through his loincloth.

"Fuck..." he closed his eyes in bliss as you palmed him. You inched your ass closer to him and moved it up and down, rubbing your bottom on his hard member.

"Looks like someone's excited." You couldn't help but chuckle as you pulled his loincloth down, causing it to drop on the floor. Neteyam reached for the red plant next to him and broke it in half, causing a slippery substance to flow out of it. He applied the liquid on himself and wiped his fingers on it before applying some to your hole as well.

"Be easy okay, it's my first time doing... anal." You looked behind, watching as Neteyam almost fingered you.

"I thought you never had sex with anyone before?" He tilted his head in question.

"That too..." You looked down and he couldn't help but chuckle. You were just too cute, Neteyam couldn't decide if he wanted to break you in half or eat you up.

"Alright, I'll go slow. Let me know if it hurts." You nodded at him and he slowly entered his length inside of you.

"Nghh" you couldn't help but whimper at the odd and painful feeling of your ass being stretched out.

"Fuck" Neteyam groaned as he continued pushing himself in until he bottomed out, getting his full length inside.

He paused for a bit, "You good?"

"Mhm," was all you managed as you got used to the feeling. You squirmed a bit in place and moved your ass a little forward then backwards to signal that you were ready. Neteyam pulled out a bit before slowly pumping himself back in.

Your mouth fell open as his hips kept on moving, slightly hitting your ass as he thrust inside of you.

"I think you can go faster." You let out in a breathy voice.

"You sure?" He stopped, making sure he heard you correctly before continuing.

"Yes." That was all he needed for hips to start moving faster. Neteyam repeatedly pulled out before slamming right back inside of you. His hands held onto the rock as his thrusts grew faster and groans escaped from his lips.

"Shit. Baby, you're so tight." His face fell into the crook of your neck. The both of you were now in doggy position and the sound of the few moans that betrayed him only made your core grow in wetness.

"Ah... ah" you couldn't help but whine as Neteyam's thrusts hit you at an ungodly pace. You turned your face around and were met with his, grabbing his cheek with your hand you pulled him in for a kiss while his cock used your poor asshole.

"Fuck..." Neteyam moaned into your mouth as his hips hit your bottom, filling the air with the sound of skin smacking against each other.

"Oh my god!" you dropped your head down as Neteyam's cock hit your insides, making you weak in the knees.

"Fuck, y/n... I think I'm about to burst." He placed wet kisses all over your neck as his hips started moving frantically and sloppily, a sign that he was about to reach his high.

"Fuck... You *thrust* take *thrust* me *thrust* so *thrust* well!" His head dropped onto you the crook of your neck as you felt his cock twitch inside. Neteyam's teeth sank slightly into your shoulders, earning a light hiss from you as felt his his warm liquid ooze inside of you.

As his high washed over him, Neteyam's movements slowed down until he came to a complete halt. Out of breath, the both of you made eye contact, causing you to let out a small chuckle in unison.

"How's that for payment?" You smirked as he grinned.

"More than enough." Neteyam chuckled as he pulled out, making you groan at the lack of warmth.

"Yeah well, you actually have to pay me back." You grinned as you turned yourself over, laying yourself on your back.

"Yea?" He scoffed. "That was pretty much it, no?"

"You're done when I say so." You pushed Neteyam back, causing him to land on the mossy ground.

"Wait hold on, I still need to recover from the orga-"

Untying your top, you seated yourself on his thighs. "Then get to work limp dick."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

has anyone seen those bumper or window stickers on cars that say gas, cash, or ass? yea, I made this based off of that

as always, comments/reblogs are always much appreciated as they help support and motivate your favorite writers, thank you❤!

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[808airsoftbros]

Obsessive Step Mother (Bae Suzy)

Author: A yandere oneshot I've written in Wattpad. Hope you all enjoy it and if you want to see more of my works do check out the Masterlist.

To whoever reads this,

I've completely lost count of how long it's been since my stepmother imprisoned me inside our home without any means to contact the outside world.

However, the only way I could eat it was with my stepmother Bae Suzy or her butler delivering me food, it was delicious and nice which helped make my prison more bearable but regardless, I'm always finding ways to escape.

But leaving this hellhole isn't going to be easy or simple as there are security cameras all over the manor and outside. All the windows and the doors are always locked and even if I managed to lockpick the door the alarms will go off as soon as I step foot out of the mansion.

I've learned all of this from my previous attempts of escaping and I was met with harsh punishment by Suzy. Consequences went from being locked into solitary or the basement, nearly starving me to death, and rape.

Yeah, my stepmother doesn't play games or joke around too much, Suzy and I go way back into my childhood days. It all started when my Appa and Eomma had officially divorced due but I don't know the reasons as I was too naive, Appa had decided to remarry and hooked up with Suzy.

What my Appa found bizarre was how addicted and attached Suzy was to me, she wouldn't leave me alone nor let me out of her sight for a millisecond.

At first, Appa didn't think too much about it for a while until I entered high school, and things started to get concerning.

My Stepmother had forbidden me from dating any girls or barely any freedom at all, of course, I kept on protesting and arguing but it all ended with severe repercussions.

My Appa finally had enough of it and attempted to file for divorce for such erratic parenting but Suzy had clever tricks up her sleeve and it turned out that Suzy had sinister plans in mind.

She hired a hitman to assassinate my Appa and inherit all of his income and the whole manor, thus leaving me in her care.

That's basically how I'm here trapped in confinement for a while, I'm currently about 18 years old and I thought being an adult would grant me freedom from this prison but I was more than wrong...

When I tried to start a new life from scratch, I worked at a local grocery store far from home but somehow her bodyguards managed to catch me and bring me back here.

That's all I have to say for today...

Y/N's POV

Concluding writing in my journal for today, I heard a soft knocking on the door meaning it was time for dinner.

The door slowly opens revealing my devil of a stepmother, holding a tray of food and drinks for the two of us.

"Dinner is ready, darling, I hope you're hungry~." She said to me before putting it down on the table.

Looking at the plates of food on the tray, it appears to be curry with rice, ramen, and Korean beef.

Each dish looked delicious and mouth-watering as my stepmother knows how to cook well, she places a towel napkin on my lap and tucked one in the collar of my shirt to avoid getting any crumbs or small spills on my clothes.

"Now, open wide~!" She instructed me as she scooped up some Korean beef and I did what she asked before she feeds it to me.

The beef tasted delightful as always just like the rest of her food, she continues to feed me like a delicate and fragile child.

With each bite I took out of her hand, she watched me like a predator eyeing her prey making eating unpleasant.

It was obvious she has serious mental health problems but I doubt she couldn't give a shit about it as long as I remain here.

After we were finished with dinner, it was time for my stepmother's special dessert, she called in the butler to pick up the dirty dishes on the tray, and once he had taken away the plates for us, he left us alone in my room.

My stepmother goes up to the door and locks it to make sure that I don't try to flee, she was wearing a black bathrobe and she gave me an evil smirk before slowly walking towards me.

"I hope you're not too full, honey because it's time for dessert~." She said to me before removing the bathrobe revealing her lingerie.

Her smooth and silky skin was literally to die for as she takes good care of herself just for her precious stepson.

"On the bed, sweetie and mommy will take good care of you~." She instructed me and I quickly got onto the bed by instinct.

Crawling on the bed towards me, she takes off all of my clothes leaving only underwear before cuffing me to the bed frame.

"You love how mommy takes control of you, huh~? Good, because I love it too~." She whispered to me before attacking my neck leaving hickeys all over it.

One of her kinks is to leave marks on her territory because of how lovesick she is but there's nothing I can do nor do I have a say in anything.

"Oh, one more thing, mommy has something to put on you~." She informed me before revealing a pink collar and my eyes widened in terror.

Putting on the collar around my neck, she latched on a leash as well putting her in a position that allows complete dominance over me.

Seeing no point in the handcuffs, she takes them off before tossing them aside in my room and she places my hands on both of her breasts.

"Now, shall we enjoy ourselves~?" She proposed to me and I nodded.

"I want an answer, baby boy~." She demanded me in a sweet but psychotic tone and I gulped.

"Y-Yes, mommy," I answered her and she smiled.

TIMESKIP

Last night left me all exhausted because of how sexually demanding she was and my legs are bloody sore.

My snowballs have been utterly drained out and I have bruises in places that I thought were impossible.

But I knew all the hell and torture is far from over, as my stepmother has more ideas planned in her agenda.

I have no idea if she was actually safe or not but I believe she would one day want to have my kids. Whether or not it's true.

Today, she was out for another business meeting in a foreign country leaving only her butler,  maids, and bodyguards to watch over me.

Once again, I tried to escape but of course, everything is sealed off and there are eyes in every corner leaving no options for a stealthy escape.

However, there were many tools and resources I can utilize thanks to my training in boy scouts as they taught me to be resourceful and I can make do with anything like ropes, tape, lamps, you name it.

Searching around the room, I found the handcuffs from last night, there was a lamp and drawers full of my clothes.

The door was locked but I had an idea as I looked in my closet to find a broken vintage fan, I yanked off one of the metal blades and used it to pry open the door.

Getting outside of my room, and rushed to the security office to avoid detection by the cameras as they rotate periodically.

Knocking on the door, the guard opens up and I ambushed him before going inside to shut off the cameras and security alarms.

Finally, I got to the front entrance when the coast was cleared and got the door opened with no problems but I was caught by one of the bodyguards.

"Mister Bae, please return to your room this instant!" The guard ordered me and I grabbed a vase.

Throwing the vase with all my might, it landed a direct hit on his head causing him to fall on the floor unconscious.

Walking out of this hellhole, I made sure that the tracker was taken off before I left the manor for good.

Finally, I was free from my stepmother and I begin a new life without her always breathing down my neck.

I grabbed some money from her office so I can buy some food and clothing to last me until I find a job.

Taking a taxi to town that is the furthest from the mansion, I stopped in the middle of a city that is unknown to me but I was excited.

When I thought everything is going well for me, I happened to spot a black luxury SUV parked on the curb beside me.

The window rolls down and I was surprised that I had coincidentally been caught by my stepmother and boy she wasn't too pleased to see me here.

"Y/N, get in the car... Right. Now." She coldly ordered me but I sprinted the fuck out of there and ran deep into the crowd where it will be harder to find me.

I can hear the guards chasing after me but I hear the chatter as they were having a difficult time trying to locate me but I was smarter than them.

Going into a clothing store, I bought some clothes and changed into another outfit to blend in with the crowd.

The idea had worked when the bodyguards had walked past me like I was a nobody to them leaving me free from my stepmother's grip.

From that point on, I started a new life without her by working at a big office building as an office clerk.

A few months passed by and so far everything was going great until I had gotten a meeting with a client.

"Hello, you must be Miss Bae, right...?" I asked until I had looked right at the woman making me freeze.

Getting a closer look at her, I realized that Miss Bae, the client I was supposed to meet turned out to be my stepmother.

"Hehe, thought you could get away this time, did you~?" She asked me as she stood up from the chair.

"Well, shit..." I muttered to myself.

[egrets-not-regrets]

My silly thoughts on Guesthouse of the (Lost) Astartes Series

Tagging: @kit-williams, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog,

@bispecsual, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts

Here are some of my own thoughts/headcanons/comments while writing this story:

Erriox loves Lenora very very much, and Lenora feels the same. Though it took them longer before their bond truly became a mate bond. Whereas Alcyon and Malaran has an intense bond with Amelia and Ben respectively, resulting in Malaran considering Ben, his child, and Alcyon considers Amelia his mate/wife within a very short period of time. It wasn't exactly difficult for Alcyon to take the role that Amelia's ex left behind, to be honest.

Potential number of Ben’s dads = - 1 + 2. Problem here would be that Malaran and Alcyon might start butting heads if Ben starts calling either of them 'dad'. Especially if Ben starts calling Alcyon 'dad'. As chaos space marines are rather possessive of their bonded humans.

The deeply religious consider chaos space marines as demons and of the devil. Any one who is bonded to one are either ousted or must be 'saved'. Since Ben is the firstborn (only) son, they were trying to 'save' him from Malaran's 'influence'. His mother (Amelia) already 'fell' (bonded with a chaos Iron Warrior), but since she's the wife and not truly family, ousting her was not a big issue. They can raise Ben themselves to make sure he walks the right path in life.

Erriox just wants to mack on Lenora. Malaran's a prick for calling him out.

Alcyon, despite being a chaos space marine, has some degree of propriety. Put it this way: say he has it in his head of wanting to bend Amelia over the admin desk of the medical wing and take her right there, he'll think it, but he ain't gonna say it out loud or at least not until when they're in private. Malaran doesn't have as much of a filter.

Lenora prefers that Amelia remember her as a responsible adult, and not take children for high-speed joyrides chases on winter roads. She is a decent driver, but even that was pushing her skills to the limit and she heavily relied on luck to get them through okay.

Erriox has seen Lenora drive, but never like the Tokyo Drift stunt she pulled. Poor man darn near had a heart attack. That was the first time he had to confront the fact that Lenora could've gotten seriously hurt or killed before his eyes and there was very little he could do to stop it as he was also dealing with the Black Templar at the time.

When Erriox and Malaran took a long time to get back to the base, that was the first time Lenora got scared that Erriox was going to die or was dead. To say the least, both of them had some reservations of this whole plan at some point, despite only outright saying so at the end.

Don’t leave a mess in Apothecary Osteron’s medbay. Medics are scary when angry. I picture him as a mix of Ratchet from Transformers and Unohana from Bleach. He has health and safety standards and it is important to keep his medbay clean. His poor staff JUST cleaned it, he's not about to make them do it again. Might as well get the three knuckleheads to do it since they were the ones who made the mess.

Alcyon once made children cry when he went to the medical ward to pick up Amelia, because he was so intimidating.

Also, Alcyon can’t purr like Malaran or Erriox. Man’s still learning. Amelia finds his attempts to purr cute and endearing despite sounding like something between a broken engine, snarl, and the lowing of needy tiger (or a lowing cow).

Warmaster be like “This bunch of chucklefucks just haaaaad to start shit with the goddamn Black Templar.” Now he has to do PR and negotiations to avoid too much bad blood with the Imperial Fists in the city. All he wanted was just one week without drama. His dang fault though. This wouldn't have happened if Amelia wasn't banned from contacting her son.

Amelia knows some Gothic. She knows enough, but not a lot. That's why she was blushing when Malaran made that comment.

Does she know that Alcyon pretty much considers her his mate/ wife? Yes, from his actions, but Alcyon had never outright told her. Sometimes he would call her by those names in Gothic as a term of endearment, but never told her what they mean. However, like she mentioned in the chapter, the wounds left by previous relationship is still pretty fresh. While she loves Alcyon deeply and returns his affections, at that point, Amelia's still pretty hesitant about calling Alcyon her lover.

Malaran can and will start shit, especially if it has anything to do with Ben. Also, he can be a little shit sometimes.

Meaning in floriography of the little bouquet of yarrow (Achillea millefolium) and dandelion on Alcyon’s desk. Dandelions symbolize hope, strength, resilience, and renewal. Yarrow has the double meaning of love and healing, and can also mean “I love you in spite of everything” or everlasting love. Like dandelions, it is also considered a tough hardy weed, which is representative of Alcyon’s physical character and th resilience of the bond itself.

Alcyon gifted the flowers to her as part of his apology for the fallout from his fight with the Black Templar at Ben's school. That was a massive fuck up on his part and he knew it. At first Alcyon didn't think much of it and thought that was in his right to challenge the Black Templar, with the intention of winning back Ben for Amelia, only to realize that it cost her the last chance to see her son. With Amelia not wanting to be near him nor see him for an extended period of time, and the bond backlashing onto him, it was causing Alcyon to start to lose his mind. Luckily, Osteron intervened and managed to convince Amelia to at least meet with him again. From there, Alcyon slowly made amends for his mistake. He fell hard for this woman and formed such an intense bond, so it was something he couldn't easily give up. His brothers advised him that human women loved flowers, so he ended up picking a bunch that was available at the time and gifting it to Amelia. It wasn't much and the way he presented them to her was kind of awkward and intimidating, but it was a start and his apology was genuine, and Amelia was touched by the gesture. To say the least, they spent that night making up for lost time in his room. She decided to the flowers left behind on his desk, to add "a pop of colour" to the grey utilitarian style of the room. Alcyon couldn't help but indulge her request. He later learned about the symbolic meanings of the flowers that he gave Amelia, and found it amusing and ironically fitting for what he was trying to say when he gifted them to her.

I think that bonds can be negatively affected and broken not just by death and distance, but also by major emotional trauma. Intense bonds, like between Alcyon and Amelia, are affected by the consequences of emotional trauma more harshly than normal bonds. How it could be saved just depends on how resilient the relationship is between the two parties and/or if they are lucky enough to have someone to intervene before that bond is broken. On the other hand, it is entirely possible that the affected space marine will hunt down his bonded human in an attempt to either save the bond from being broken or quell the psychic backlash. (Possibly becoming yandere in the process)

Love to know your thoughts as well!

[chronicbeans]

helllo!! i hope you don't mind me asking this but, since puppeteer reader is stuck in 'welcome home' show and the welcome home staff quits, that would mean reader is stuck there forever, and so..., would the reader age? like if puppeteer reader was in their mid twenties something, and reader is stuck there do they age? if so how would the puppets handle this? would the puppets try to preserve reader? or just be davastated? (and since in the last post the puppets seems to worship reader ,specificcally wally).

and also if by any chance reader escapes the 'welcome home' show how would the puppets also handles it??? and how would the staff,henry,angela,etc react to this? (also the welcome home and real life time is the same?).

(i hope this ask is not too much and overbearing *crys*)

That age related question is a good one, with a surprisingly simple (at least to me, probably because I am the one who came up with it) answer! I'll also answer your second question under the read more, too!

The reader will age as long as the show continues and the show is on air, because that's how time works in Welcome Home. Basically, everytime there is a broadcasting of the show or someone plays their copy of it at home, time will continue in the Welcome Home world. So, the reader will age. If the show is off, and no one is playing it, time will stop. The puppets have never really experienced night before, because the show was never completely cancelled, but once it is, everything is dark due to there being no studio lights to make it day. Then, once there are no reruns and no one is playing the show at home, time stops. The puppets can still move and live out their daily lives as normal, but any changes caused by aging don't exist because time isn't moving. Eddie would probably be the first to notice, because his watch's hands would stop ticking. If the reader were to get injured or sick, it might be a problem. The wound would never really heal, and since time is a big part of getting over illness, they would never truly recover. However, if they weren't sick when time stopped, they would never get sick, because it takes time for an illness to manifest itself physically. I hope that makes sense, lol. I don't think I am good at explaining it.

If the reader were to escape, a multitude of factors would impact it. If they escaped relatively early on, the people in the real world would simply be overjoyed. It is not that they would not be happy if you escaped later, it is just that later on, the show was cancelled... So if you escaped later, you most likely wouldn't have aged. So Angela and Henry and everyone else would be physically older. Who knows? Maybe Angela even passed away somehow and Henry is an adult by the time you left. Imagine how shocking and, most likely, scary it would be to find your family member back after being missing for years... Only for them to look the exact same as they did when they went missing.

The puppets either way, would be devastated. Especially Wally. Think about it. You are basically their deity. It would most likely be traumatic for them to realize that their deity has abandoned them. Wally, being the one who was the most attached from his time spent in the real world, would feel as if he is responsible for you leaving. He was meant to make you happy! He was meant to be a good puppet so that you would stay and bring joy to the neighborhood! He's failed not only you, but himself and all of his friends! He can't bear to look at them, now. He'd just lock himself away inside Home, most likely just surrounding himself with all the drawings and letters he made for you.

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Drabble request /nf (also I love your work so much)

Ambrosius is gathering files for something important, when he sees one form and has a full blown panic attack, partially because he’s exhausted, and ballister helps him :) (movie)

Hi hi! Sorry this took a actually forever, but since I have finally finished my long-form Goldenheart fic (!!!!) I can finally start addressing the drabble requests that have been rotting in my drafts!! I'm excited to show the movie boys some attention, I missed them. Please enjoy, hope it was worth the wait!

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Ambrosius’s breath caught in his throat. He'd been awake for days trying to sort through Institute garbage, and this new document he'd found just dragged him back into all that horror.

It was from the Director's previously classified personal files, and it was old, from back when he and Bal were children. He knew the Director was evil, he could accept that now, however much it hurt, but this was too much.

It was a detailed plan, spanning several years. Cursive notes were scribbled across it. Outlined in the plan were weaknesses and opportunities she'd observed to kill Ballister.

Ambrosius’s throat was dry. Ballister was only thirteen when this was drafted. Notes that read things like “Poor swimming ability– pool accident?” And “Visits Danks on occasion, staged kidnapping possible” as well as other horrific things bored into his soul. It looked like she'd abandoned the plans only because she expected Ballister to fail out before being knighted, and thus didn't want to spare the trouble.

He shoved the paper back into the folder. He couldn't let Bal see it, he'd already been through so fucking much. Ambrosius couldn't breathe. He ran through every time he'd ever spoken to Bal about the Director.

“Teacher's Pet,” to which Ballister had responded with hopeful eyes, “You think I'm her favorite?”

“No one hates a hero of the realm.”

“They're going to love you, like I do.”

“I'm sure she's only giving you a more challenging exam because she knows how much more skilled than the rest of us you are!”

“Nobody besides Todd and those other jerk have any doubt about you deserving to be here.”

“She loves you, you’re her best student, I'm sure you just imagined it.”

All the while, she was planning to kill him, a child. Ambrosius sobbed. This was all his fault. If he hadn't been such a privileged asshole, if he hadn't been so unwilling to acknowledge how the adults he trusted since infancy could be cruel, if he'd just listened to the love of his life, he wouldn't have had to endure such horrific trauma, things may have been solved sooner, he wouldn't have–

His arm would still be attached to his body. Ambrosius dismissed all his problems and fears and then joined up with the people punishing him. He'd cut off his arm! He'd cut off his arm and Ballister almost died!

Ambrosius felt like he couldn't breathe. Everything inside him hurt, and his breath quickened. Keep it together, don't let him find you like this, this isn't his problem, but shockingly that didn't work.

He was a horrible person, a horrible partner, a horrible knight, he deserved to fucking die.

“Rose?” That soft voice came from the doorway. “Rose!” Ballister hurried to his side and cupped his cheek. Ambrosius hid his face into his hand. He couldn't talk, he couldn't breathe, he was terrified and angry and miserable all at once, it was just too much.

Ballister rubbed his back and wrapped his arms around him, resting his head on his shoulder. “I'm here, Rose. I love you.”

Ambrosius sobbed and wiped his face. Despite himself, he wrapped Ballister tightly in his arms and flopped his face against his chest, shaking. “I-I’m so sorry–” he choked. Ballister squeezed him. “Rose, shh, don't you worry about anything right now. Take a deep breath for me. Come on, in.” He stroked his back.

Ambrosius took a shaky breath in, it felt awful.

“Good, out.”

Ambrosius tried to follow his love’s instructions. Why was he being so nice!? Ambrosius thought about little Ballister, thrashing for help, drowning in a pool after the Director closed the cover on him, and it felt like he was the one drowning. He imagined little Ballister getting thrown into a bag somewhere in the Danks and being done away with, or pushed off the wall during a training inspection, or any of the other horrible things he'd read. He'd trusted the Director. How could he ever trust anyone again?

“Ambrosius, look at me.” Ballister's voice was gentle but stern. He held Ambrosius's face to make eye contact. “I know it's hard to breathe, I know you're scared and you feel bad, but you've been overworking yourself going through these old records. This isn't your job! You need to sleep.”

Ambrosius shook his head. “No– No you can't– you can't look at these–”

“We'll find someone else to do it, then. This burden shouldn't have fallen to you.” Ballister helped him up and hugged him, and Ambrosius hugged back, still shaking with panic and grief. Having Ballister in his arms, though, it made him feel a bit better. His body was thick, muscular, warm and alive. As long as Ballister was okay, things would be okay.

“I'm going to bring you some water, and then I'll lie with you. Okay?”

Ambrosius swallowed. “Okay.”

Everything still sucked, he was still an awful person, but if Ballister loved him and wanted to cuddle, Ambrosius could never turn away his strong arms.

[kandyzee]

What do you think fionas childhood was like 💓

I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY thanks for asking :pp.

I used to be a reallly big fiona fan, so I've thought about this a lot.

I imagine fionas upbringing was similar to Debbie's in alot of ways. They both find themselves in problematic relationships, forced to look after their siblings.

Fiona is mentioned to have a LONG sexual history as early as s1, where she's only 21. Given the lack of attention and validation she was getting, I think fiona has been having sex since she was a child. She probably fell into the "mature for her age" group. Her parents were neglecting her, possibly physically abusing her (we've seen Frank hit his kids in the show), and she wasn't able to get academic validation because she had to drop out. It wouldn't surprise me that this led her into having older bfs and stuff like that.

This makes even more sense to me given how she reacts to her siblins minor /adult relationships. Fiona didn't have anyone to tell her that her relationships were wrong, so when she saw her siblings going through the same thing, she saw nothing wrong with it. Like when she says that ned and Ian is "just sex"

We also see that she , like Debbie and a lot of the other female characters, is scared of abandonment. She tells Jimmy Steve that everybody leaves and keeps going back to Jimmy even though she knows he's bad for her because she's desperate for someone to stay. She rushes into relationships, remember when she married someone after like a week of daiting ?? Fiona has a hard time accepting love even though she craves it. She cheats and ruins one of her most stable relationships. I think that all comes from the way she was treated in her romantic relationships as a child. Of course, a lot of her abandonment fear comes from Monica, too.

Okay moving away from guys.

We know fiona ran track in school and that she was really fucking good at it. This was probably one of the most stable things in her life, an activity away from her siblings and the stress of home. Running is a good way to feel in control. I think fiona developed problems around running ? I'm not sure what exactly you would call it. Fiona would push herself too hard on the track so that she was responsible for the aches she felt instead of them being stressed. I can also imagine having an ED around this time. Her siblings are young, so they're struggling even more with money than normal. She starts to skip meals, and eventually, she finds control in what she eats when she's forced away from track.

I imagine fiona to be relatively popular in school, mainly with guys, but she struggles to keep real outside of school friendships. This changes when she meets Kev and V. I think they probably met after she dropped out of school. V is like 23, I think, in the first season and Kevin 25 ish ? I'm not really that sure, but we know fiona didn't go to school with them. Kevin and V helped fiona a lot, and she definitely needed them. They started to help her with the kids, and for once, she had people on her side. Things get better for her when she meets them.

Baby fiona (5-12) was definitely the in ur face demanding respect, kinda kid. She was sassy and always trying to seem as strong as possible. She will haggle prices for anything and isn't afraid to scam and cheat to get what she needs for her family. But I also imagine her being good at acting sweet. She's a great sweet talker. This is a prominent trait Ian has, and I think he got it from his big sister.

Teens, she's all about drama. Boy drama petty teen girl drama, watching reality TV when she can and stealing gossip magazines. I think she latches onto the typical teen girl image hard. She definitely has a short phase of always getting dress coded. I don't think this lasts that look tho.

Same as in the show, she's always got a new job, sometimes working 2 or 3. She's stressed ofc but learns a lot. She has little hacks and tricks for almost any job. She's resistant in the way she will do anything. Nothing is too dirty or hard for her.

Her relationship with Frank is complex. Fionas Frank's favourite, but she's also the oldest and likely the one he takes his anger out on most. When ur someone's favourite, it hurts them even more when they feel you messed up. I don't think Frank was consistent with his abuse, but it was definitely there. Frank was a 'good' dad sometimes. Fiona gets to know Frank when his alcoholism and drug use wasn't at its peak (He gradually gets worse with age) So fiona got more good dad moments but also felt the disappointment harder as she watched him get worse.

Fiona tells lip (pretty sure it's him) that he's always been Monica's favourite in s1, and I think she has always thought that. Later on in the show, u obviously see Ian and debbie are monicas favourites, tho. I don't see Monica and fiona ever being particularly close. Fiona was hit hard when Monica leaves for the first time, Frank's a mess, and now she has the unfortunate job of explaining that she's gone to her siblings. Unlike her younger siblings, who are probably too young to fully understand what's going on, fiona feels the abandonment full force.

Fiona is 4 / 5 yrs older than lip, right? (Their ages confuse me so bad) so she I'm guessing she was always in a different school than him. Correct me if I'm wrong, but if he's in elementary school, she's in high school. Fiona has to miss school to run all over the place and collect her siblings from different places. She might have to be the one to unroll her siblings in school, too, a couple times.

Finally just some random things

She has a purple flip phone at one point that she's super protective of

She loves family movie nights and would try to do as many as possible.

She cried when Debbie was born cause she was so excited to have a sister.

Similarly she cried when Ian was born cause he was a boy and she wanted a sister.

She really wanted a pet when she was young

She has 100s of diary's from yrs and yrs of writing in them (we see Carl read one)

Would always struggle with her hair cause it's curly and v helps her learn how to style it even tho she hardly does

She's the kind of person who finds comfort in sitting on the floor, in the bathroom, bath tub

Had a pink hating phase

Had a collection of different fake IDs by the time she was 16

Definitely got in at least 1 fight in school cause of boy drama

Hated cooking

ANYWAY I love fiona

[hotchs-bitch]

Fluffy Feb Day 3- Drunken Love Confession

Warnings: alcohol, the BAU being absolute menaces, less 'drunken love confession' and more 'this wouldn't happen if everyone involved was sober', getting together

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 1592

Nothing good ever happens after 2 AM. It’s a universal rule, passed down by mothers to their children for generations. Everyone has heard it at least once; 2 AM is the time of mistakes and bad decisions and speaking without thinking, and that never leads to anything good.

The BAU equivalent is, Nothing good happens at Rossi’s mansion on pasta night after three bottles of wine. Or at least, it should be.

It’s nearing 2:30 AM, and you’ve counted not three, not four, but six empty bottles of red wine and countless beer cans on the countertop in the kitchen. By all known laws of the universe, it’s honestly a little weird that everyone is still laughing and chatting and having a great time with no problems arising.

Those with children have found babysitters, and are riding the high of spending the evening around adults. Everyone has a healthy buzz in their system; even Spencer, who originally gagged at the flavour of the Cabernet Sauvignon you’ve all been drinking, much to Rossi’s lack of amusement.

At any rate, you’re all good and buzzed in the living room- some of you sitting on the couch and loveseat, others on the floor- by the time Emily’s head snaps up, away from a conversation with Morgan, and she says, “Let’s play Spin The Bottle!”

“What are we, 14?” Morgan teases. “Alrighty. Pretty boy, grab an empty one and bring it over.”

Spencer starts to get to his feet, but he’s halted by Hotch’s voice. “No.” Everyone turns to look at Hotch, nestled into the loveseat you’re also sitting on.

“No? Come on. Leave the badge at the office,” Emily complains, cradling a glass of red to her chest.

Hotch just shakes his head. “No. We can’t play.” You all wait for an explanation while he takes a sip of his beer, then sets it down. “Someone kisses someone, and then the next thing you know, you aren’t getting along and it’s a problem in the field.” The explanation he gives while eyeing Rossi is slightly slurred, and you chalk that up to the beer he’s almost finished with.

“Or,” Penelope interjects, “We find love.” She draws out the word into several syllables, but Hotch isn’t faltering. 

“That’s worse,” he says, and you see the crease of his eyebrows smooth out slightly before he delivers his version of a punchline. “Do you know how much extra paperwork that is for me?”

“Fine, fine.” JJ, the experienced mother and peacekeeper that she is, speaks over everyone’s chuckles. “Let’s pick a different game.”

“Ooh! We could do Truth or Dare.” Penelope wiggles her eyebrows at you. You don’t quite know what the eyebrow wiggle means, but you know you’re nervous now.

A long sip of red wine, and then you nod. “Let’s do it.”

Spencer, who has returned to his position on the floor- sitting next to the coffee table, holding wine with water mixed in, his legs folded criss-cross applesauce- speaks up. “Garcia, you should go first. It was your idea.”

Glee is apparent on her face as she points at you. “If we did play Spin The Bottle, who would you want it to land on?” She asks.

So that’s her game.

One confession from you weeks ago regarding harboured feelings, secret feelings, and Penelope is on the prowl at your first group gathering in months.

Before you can answer, Emily interjects. “You have to ask ‘truth or dare’,” she reminds Penelope. “You lose your turn. Derek, go.”

“Sorry, baby girl.” Derek gives Penelope a dramatic kiss on the back of the hand. “Hm. Hotch, truth or dare.”

It doesn’t take a profiler to observe the way your boss stiffens up. It makes sense that he does. He’s notoriously private, so he’s not likely to pick truth. But he’s the boss, the face of professionalism even while outside the office drinking beer at 3 AM, so he’s even less likely to do a stupid dare.

He takes a moment to weigh his options. “Truth.”

“Do you have a favourite one of us?” Derek waves a hand around the room, smirking at your boss like the two of them know something that no one else does. “You can’t do that dad-answer, either. You know, the ‘You’re all my favourite, I could never choose’ deal.”

Hotch's lips are pressed into a paper thin line by the time Morgan is finished speaking. “Yes, I do.”

The room explodes into a cluster of cacophony, voices shouting over each other so boisterously that you can’t tell who is saying what.

“What? You do?”

“Who is it?”

“Is it me? I bet it’s me!”

“Hey,” you hear someone say, loud enough to shush the room, and then you register that it’s your voice. “You asked if he does, not who it is. He answered the question.”

Your logic doesn’t seem to impress anyone, but it does shut them up. “Prentiss,” Hotch says after a moment- his professional boundaries haven’t ceased yet, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” She doesn’t hesitate.

“Try to go two pasta nights without suggesting we play spin the bottle,” he says drily, and you erupt into giggles at the look on Emily’s face.

You aren’t the only one; Derek snorts so hard his beer goes down the wrong pipe, and Rossi has to thump his back a few times before he’s breathing normally again.

“Fine.” Emily’s expression is sour, but she accepts her fate. Instead of arguing, she goes right for revenge. “Truth or dare, Hotch?”

“Can she do that?” You hiss to Spencer, but he just shrugs a shoulder.

Maybe you’re the only one with reservations about it because everyone else wants to know who his favourite on the team is, and that’s the obvious question if he picks truth again. Everyone looks excited, and Hotch lets them bask in it for a moment before, “Dare.”

He’s stuck between a rock and a hard place; you can understand not wanting to answer the question, but Emily’s dares are unpredictable at best and downright destructive at worst.

She’s definitely not at her best right now.

One slender finger taps her chin as though in thought, only to get an elbow in the ribs from Penelope. “Ow! Okay,” she hisses before resuming her normal speaking voice. “I dare you to kiss your favourite person on the team.”

The trepidation on his face does nothing to waver her smug grin. “This is hardly appropriate,” Hotch reminds Emily before he polishes off the rest of his beer. Maybe he’s preparing himself.

“You still have to do it.” She watches him excitedly, the team falling into silence as Hotch turns to face you.

You think you see Penelope and Derek’s hands join for a moment out of the corner of your eye- are they exchanging money?- but there’s no time to think of it before Hotch’s hand is on your cheek, gently cradling it as he presses his lips to yours.

He tastes like beer and something else that you can’t quite place, something you don’t want to bother trying to place right now. Instead of thinking about it, you pull him closer.

One of your arms wraps around his neck when he fails to break the kiss first, fingers running through the short hairs on the back of his neck as your lips glide against his. Kissing Hotch is nice, even nicer than you thought it would be, and you think it could go on for a very long time and you’d be very happy with that.

He pulls away first, his cheeks bright red as he clears his throat. “Uh…” 

“Well, good thing I’m not your favourite,” Rossi jokes, and it helps to ease some of the tension. Hotch turns to Spencer, and the game continues.

The kiss doesn’t leave your mind for the next hour. You replay everything about it; the way he held you, the soft feel of his lips on yours contrasted with, well, everything about him. You certainly wouldn’t mind doing it again.

You sit there in a stupor for most of the evening, until you look around and realize that everyone has gone to sleep and Hotch is calling your name, over and over. “Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” He hesitates before touching your hand. “I didn’t mean to make you… I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Aaron.” The use of his first name catches him off guard, and you wrap your hand up in his. “Ask me.”

He raises one eyebrow at that, but doesn’t let go of your hand. “Truth or dare?” As he asks, he leans in slightly, your faces mere inches apart.

“Truth.”

“If we did play Spin The Bottle,” he echoes Penelope’s question from earlier, warm puffs of air hitting your cheek as he speaks, “Who would you want it to land on?”

You can’t help yourself; you bridge the distance, crash your lips into his as you find yourself in the same position from earlier. At least this time, you’ve got no audience. “You, idiot,” you gasp into the kiss, and Aaron smiles against your words before kissing you deeply.

“Idiot?” He pulls back to ask, eyebrows downturned in mock surprise even though he understands what you mean by it, and you both know it. “That’s hardly appropriate.”

You laugh aloud at that, one hand snaking around his neck to pull him close. He closes the distance this time, kissing you to follow his whisper of, “I love you too.”

Okay. Maybe sometimes, just sometimes, good things can happen after 2 AM.

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[garden-of-omegas]

⚜ FIRST MEETING [ARCANA - COURTIERS] ⚜

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characters: valerius | vlastomil | vulgora | volta | valdemar summary: the details of your first meeting with your future mate. warnings: the courtiers are a warning in on themselves i think. rating: sfw a/n: my randomizer really wanted me to get this done, despite my begging to give me a break to write something else. but here is this group of lovely clowns! i don't know why i chose to do this.

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≿━━━━༺❀ valerius ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a magician travelling around as a helper with your familiar, a tibetan mastiff named volney. you'd recently arrived in vesuvia, and were offering your services around the city-nation. you'd taken quite the liking to the place.

✿ you were both young adults, valerius only recently having started in the vesuvian court. you both still had a youthful glow around you, that would soon be gone.

✿ you were called into the palace by the countess, asking for your help with some magical problems they'd been having. in the middle of your conversation with the lovely countess, valerius walked in and proceeded to interrupt the both of you. you'd waved off any apologies from nadia and said that you didn't mind being interrupted by a cute omega.

✿ as it turns out valerius was the one working with you while solving the problem, which means a few weeks of spending time together. and after you set up shop in vesuvia, you'd often end up working with him on something or the other.

✿ valerius thought that you were so annoying. so laidback, so aloof, so... uncaring. and your goddamn dog, always following you around everywhere. well, mostly he was salty about being called a cute omega, but he'd come around to you eventually. you immediately knew valerius was your prime target. for annoying that is. he was just such a cute and easy target, especially as you started working more with him. and volney seemed to like him, so why not you?

≿━━━━༺❀ vlastomil ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you'd just set up shop in vesuvia, settling down with your familiar, a hedgehog named danforth. you'd not yet fully opened up, as you hadn't gotten everything in order. thankfully you had asra as a helper, though at the time he'd just started travelling.

✿ you appeared to be in your twenties, and vlastomil, well... who knows how old he was at that point. but it was before the plague started up, though it wouldn't be long until then.

✿ vlastomil appeared in your shop, with the door locked, asking if you had some very specific ingredients for worm food. you took the break-in rather calmly, that is to say you hit him with a transmutation spell and momentarily turned him into a worm. after calming down, and a few magical words and apologies later you promised to find him the ingredients as soon as possible.

✿ vlastomil kept appearing in your shop every once in a while for more ingredients, which you started just keeping in stock. you didn't really get his thing with worms, mostly just seeing them as food for danforth, but you still listened to his odd ramblings.

✿ vlastomil was delighted by your magics, turning him into a worm? a delight! he only hoped he could have convinced you to do it again. but for now he's content with your devotion to finding his ingredients and your attentiveness to his ramblings. you mostly thought of vlastomil as a weird nuisance, though a surprisingly good conversation partner. you just wished he would actually listen to the shop's opening hours and stop scaring you every time he comes to visit.

≿━━━━༺❀ vulgora ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were still just a travelling magician and hunter, looking for your forever home to settle down in. you had quite the reputation at the time, alongside your familiar, a kestrel named attila, both of you known for your efficiency in hunting all kinds of prey.

✿ you were still a twenty year old, though you'd been a famed hunter for a long time by that point already. and of course with vulgora no one knows their true age.

✿ you'd been hunting some poor soul you'd been hired to find. you found them in the middle of a battlefield, where you confidently walked through all the fighting until you got your sights on your target. aiming your bow, you almost got him if not for vulgora stepping in the middle with a dangerous glint in their eyes. your target got away and you had to stay to battle vulgora away from you.

✿ you kept running into vulgora every once in a while, usually in the middle of your hunts. and they always ruined your hunts in some way or another, usually by drawing you into battle with them. at least one of you was having fun...

✿ vulgora found you so interesting. your confidence in the middle of a bloody battlefield, your absolute focus on your target, oh it was just so beautiful. and the annoyance upon being interrupted, it was almost addicting to them. you absolutely despised them, getting in your way all the time. if you could just get rid of them you would, but nothing you did seemed to kill them. so, mostly they were a huge annoyance to you that you tried to avoid as much as possible.

≿━━━━༺❀ volta ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a magician travelling around the world to learn about different cultures and forests. you'd just arrived in vesuvia with your familiar, a grey squirrel named antonin. at the time you were only planning to stay for a few weeks.

✿ you were in your mid-twenties, having been travelling since you were a teenager. and volta was of course timeless, and probably didn't even know her own age.

✿ you were having a little picnic with antonin in the dark forest. you were just making antonin a chestnut sandwich, when volta appeared from pretty much out of nowhere and asked if she could have any snacks you might have. you gladly invited her to join your picnic, and pulled out an impossible amount of extra food from your bag, to her utter delight and amazement.

✿ you'd come across volta many times after during your stay in vesuvia, mostly due to your habit of finding places to picnic. and once you settled down in the city-nation, she'd often end up at your dinner table to asra's utter confusion.

✿ volta was convinced you were an angel of some kind, oh so kind and generous. you didn't yell at her, you didn't kick her, you simply smiled and chatted with her about whatever happened to come to your mind. you mostly considered volta to be a cute little dove that fluttered to your picnic blanket, and like many other critters before her you were glad to indulge her. and then she turned out to be just so nice and silly, you couldn't help continuing to indulge her.

≿━━━━༺❀ valdemar ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you don't quite remember who you were anymore, it was such a long time ago. someone different, of that you're certain, and a familiar sight to death. you're not certain you were even human yet back then.

✿ valdemar had yet to become a demon, and had just recently started their training as a doctor. vesuvia wasn't even a thing back then, and wouldn't be for centuries.

✿ you'd been bleeding out on the side of the road, though you weren't particularly worried about dying. it wasn't that permanent for you anyways. just as you started feeling faint, a lithe figure appeared above you and started trying to resuscitate you, frantically trying to convince you that you'd be fine. and you did end up being pretty fine, after passing out though.

✿ you woke up in valdemar's caravan, and ended up staying with them for a few months while you recovered. you taught them some things about magic, and even after your paths parted you saw them every once in a while during your travels.

✿ back then valdemar was a bit too focused on saving your life to pay any mind to what they thought of you, but after dragging you into their caravan they realized just how beautiful you were, even bathed in your own blood. and then you just turned out to be fascinating. you were most grateful for valdemar's help, even if it wasn't technically needed. they were so curious and kind back then, that you couldn't help but want to stay for as long as you could. some part of you wished to forever be around them.

[hassedah]

Hello, anon. I love toyr headcanons. May I ask request a headcanon of Aaron x MC x Neil polyrelationship, SFW and NSFW? Please.

Polyrelationship AaronxMCxNeil :

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

Here's the headcanon you asked for. I hope you enjoy it. ^^

Have a nice day and take care of yourself. ^^

SFW :

At first, you were worried that it wouldn't work. Neil and Aaron both have strong personalities and they didn't get on very well, there was a bit of a rivalry between them as to who was the best, who was the strongest, you more often had the impression that you were facing two deer fighting than two adult men. So it wasn't the easiest of times, with everyone having to find their place in the relationship, which made everything a bit chaotic.

However, you soon started sleeping together, after all Neil really doesn't like sleeping in the cellar and Aaron doesn't mind having people sleeping with him. At first, it was a bit difficult to get everyone into the same bed. Mainly because they both want to sleep on the same side of the bed (that's the side closest to the door), Neil doesn't want to sleep between you two (he wants to be able to get out of bed easily if there's a problem) and Aaron doesn't want to turn his back to the empty space behind him. You'd had the impression that you'd never manage to all be in the same bed, but in the end you've found a solution. You sleep closest to the door, Aaron sleeps in the middle and Neil at the other end of the bed.

When you all sleep together, Neil is often the first to fall asleep and Aaron is the last. Neil is also a heavier sleeper when he sleeps with both of you. But he wakes up at the slightest noise if he's only sleeping with one of you, as much to keep an eye on your arrival or Aaron's as to make sure no one attacks the partner he's sleeping with while he's asleep. Aaron is a light sleeper no matter what.

The three of you regularly go out on the town, whether it's to visit castles, go to the cinema or have dinner in a restaurant (the choice of restaurant is often a bone of contention between Aaron and Neil). The three of you also go out for a walk in the woods at least once a night, except on nights when Neil is too tired to spend much time in the woods.

At such times, you stay in the bedroom to rest with him.

You referee their training. Basically, you were supposed to train with them, but as soon as they start fighting each other they tend to forget about it. At first it was mostly Neil who was winning, but now Aaron has figured out Neil's fighting techniques and he's winning more and more often. This tends to upset the older man, despite the fact that he's totally supportive of the opposite.

One of you is always helping Neil style his hair, which is something Neil really enjoys, as much because he loves having his long hair perfectly styled as the fact that you're looking after him.

NSFW:

Neil prefers to dominate, especially at the beginning of your relationship. He doesn't feel confident enough not to be in total control of his body. Over time, he may change his mind and let you both take a little more control over him.

Whatever happens, Neil will never be sandwiched between the two of you. The very idea of it is enough to make him anxious, he needs to be able to get away quickly if something goes wrong and that's clearly not possible if he's stuck between you two.

Neil talks a lot during sex. He always has something to say about what's going on or a comment to make, often compliments as he loves to tell you when you're doing it right.

Aaron doesn't really have any criteria, dominant or dominated, up or down, between you or to one side. The only thing he wants is for the three of you to have a good time. The rest is detail and he adapts to what you and Neil want.

Aaron likes to leave marks on both of you. He'd prefer them to be in places where everyone can see that you're his, but he'll adapt if you don't like the marks to show. As Neil also likes to leave marks on his partners you sometimes get the impression that they're fighting more than anything else.

Unlike Neil, Aaron barely speaks during sex. However, he does love to hear you talk, no matter what you say. But what he enjoys most is making you and Neil loud and incoherent enough that what you're saying no longer makes sense. Aaron assumes that if he's managed to get you heard all over the mansion, he's done a very good job.

It's quite difficult to over-stimulate Aaron, but it's a challenge that you and Neil enjoy. Eventually, you figure out what you need to do to get there faster, but that doesn't mean it's easy.

Aaron discovered that pulling on Neil's hair during sex made him incoherent very quickly. Since then, he's done it every time. Neil's only demand afterwards is that you help him comb his hair back.

[delay33]

Shatter me

A Adamapple fanfiction

Chapter 1 <-

Chapter 2

Tw: this Adamapple fiction is for adults

His burden

His vision began to swim as he lifted the flour from the top shelf. He just managed to avoid making a mess and put the large jar of white powder down on the worktop. With gritted teeth, his claws dug into the top of the sideboard. Tried to normalize his breathing. The magic that had prevented Adam's soul from ripping apart had simply robbed him to much energy. Even now, a week later, hardly any of it was returning.

It was taking a price. Violently and regardless.

Not even he could just do whatever he wanted. The balance between Equilibrium and Chaos had to be maintained. The soul pact was part of it. The other piece was that he was for a while mortal than he'd even been in his life. As long as...

"Ah, your majesty. It is always a pleasure to meet you."

The radio demon's statistic voice raised the hairs on the back of his neck. It was almost as if the bastard was just waiting for him to be alone and not paying attention.

"Tell me, aren't you feeling well?" his tone became more lurking. The air charged with static, filling it with Alastor's sinister magic.

"Aw never mind, pff. Just a little sloppy. I wanted to make pancakes for our new arrival. He just woke up and is still a bit clumsy."

Sheer willpower kept Lucifer from falling for his weakness. Black spots kept dancing across his view. Alastor was the last person he wanted him to know that the ruler of hell was weak. In this state, he would not be able to cast higher magic without losing consciousness for a few days. During this time, he and especially Charlie would be defenseless.

With a far too friendly smile, the redhead strolled around Lucifer and watched him beat the dough.

Lucifer swallowed down the urge to turn around to face him. He was used to Alastor's games by now. The demon was always dancing to shadows to draw his interlocutor out.

"As careful as his daughter, our king. How's he doing? Charlie is already excited to get more help. But you know the others are pretty nervous. Not all of them think it's a good idea to have the man who tried to kill them here," the demon remarked, cleaning his monocle.

Of course, push the others forward. Instead of saying that you absolutely don't like it. The only question was why, did it seem to affect the demon so much? Could he get Adam to keep an eye on the demon?

"Well, they'll have to come to terms. We all have to. But I already have a task in mind for Adam that will keep him on track."

Lucifers stifled a wince as the demon suddenly emerged from the shadows on his other side.

"But of course, how could I think you wouldn't be thoughtful and keep everything in mind, Your Highness."

Alastor's politeness towards him was nothing but a mockery and fueled his rage. However, a power struggle was the last thing he needed right now.

"Yes, and now that we have him as support, there will be a lot less work for you. So you have more free time too. It's a perfect solution."

Whatever happened. Lucifer would not allow Alastor the opportunity to gain power over him and Charlie. He just had to find a way to compensate for his weakness in some other way.

"How clever. Well then, I'll leave you to plan my new free time."

Lucifer breathed a sigh of relief as the presence receded and he was safe to be alone.

Now he could devote himself to his other problem child.

The time would be more than exhausting for him, having two enemies around him at once. And in his immediate vicinity, who were not allowed to notice how weak he currently was. Of course he was magically superior to them. But one false step. One moment of inattention would bring him down. Thousands of demons were just waiting out there, hoping to gain more power. To get their hands on his blood and flesh. True to the motto: the king is dead, long live the king.

Gasping, he slumped to the ground and pulled his knees under his chin. He gave his circulation a few moments' peace. With Adam blocking his bed, he had gotten even less sleep than usual. In the first few days, the wounds had opened up again and again. Healing them was complicated and exhausting. He was simply at the end of his tether and there was no rest in sight. Hoping that Adam would be on his side at some point was by far the most ridiculous dream he could ever have.

Sighing, he stood up again. He would regret it one day, but for now he had to make his guest something to eat.

*

Lucifer carefully placed the tablet on the small bedside cabinet. Unsure what to do next, he scratched the back of his head.

Adam had decided to stare silently in the other direction of the room after another barrage of insults. His eyes showed that his thoughts were not here in reality. His conscience prickled his mind inexpressibly. He should have explained it to him in a different way.

"What are you planning to do to me?" The anger still resonated in Adam's voice, but he seemed to be trying to hold himself back.

"I'm going to guide and help you." He explained tersely. "That's all you need to know right now. Now eat your pancakes. They taste better hot."

"Tz. Yes, exactly because you're a saint and have no hidden agendas. Are you that bored? I didn't know it was a hobby in hell to keep your enemies as pets. That's okay for lesser demons, but you? Damn pervert!"

Lucifer's right eyelid began to twitch in stress. After Alastor, his nerves were hanging by a thread. It was clear he was far from happy to see Adam sitting in his bed and being insulted, but he had no choice in the matter as well. There was no going back for both of them, the price of such magic was too high.

I made you a promise a long time ago, even if you can't remember it... It doesn't really matter.

Lucifer thought wistfully.

"Think what you want. Go and get dressed. The others are waiting for you downstairs. They're very excited that you're going to help Charlie at the hotel. I hear you were a good craftsman on earth. That's why you're the new hotel janitor from now on. Alastor is totally unsuitable for the job."

Adam, who had already stuffed both cheeks, looked at him in surprise. "Wu bufundn unf m huftl?" Lucifer rubbed the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "Yes, we're at the hotel and now swallow!"

"And what the heck is an Alaser? I can't believe I'm supposed to play the bitch for your little princess. Next you'll be telling me that I'm supposed to help you with kinky night games because I'm lying in your fucking bed."

"Alastor, demon, radio - something. You punched him, remember?"

Lucifer asked incredulously, stifling a triumphant grin. Oh, that would drive Bambi up the wall.

Adam thought about it. "Oh, that one. Hehe that was funny, took off like a bitch. Pussy. I gave him a good smack with my guitar." Suddenly the expression in Adam's eyes changed and he began to look around the room.

Confused by the sudden change in mood, Lucifer asked what was going on. The answer surprised him.

"My guitar..." It sounded like a question and a sad realization at the same time. He shook his head sympathetically as he realized how important this thing might have been to him. It was part of his heavenly power and therefore no longer existed. Direct proof of his fall.

"Ah, I see." Adam stared down blankly and pushed the half-eaten plate aside. The awkward silence made Lucifer nervous.

"You're actually in my bed, by the way." He couldn't think of anything better to say in response to the mood.

For a moment, Adam just looked at him, but you could see the cogs in his head start to turn

"WHAT?"

As if stung by a wasp, the brown-haired man jumped up, tangled himself in the sheet and crashed to the floor.

Unimpressed, Lucifer strolled over to the man and looked down at him from above.

"Your condition was critical and I'd never done anything like this before. It was important to keep you close to me and guaranteed your protection. I slept in the office next door during that time. So don't make such a fuss. Your huge body takes up enough space on its own."

With a skillful grip, he helped Adam to stand up and directed the much larger man towards the bathroom.

He set Adam down on the bath rim and began to wet the bandages.

"What are you doing, ey!"

"Stop fidgeting Adam, I want to have a look at the wounds."

,.....................

Chapter 3 (later the day)

Chapter 4 (tomorrow)

[deebris]

A night not to forget (in a bad sense) - 1

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x leitor;

Synopsis: Rooster comes home to find his wife and son arguing. Things go too far and he needs to step in;

Warnings: violence, name-calling, family problems, panic attack, drugs;

Genre: anguish;

Part 1 - Part 2

This is my first attempt at imagine here on Tumblr, I hope I can keep writing. And english is not my native language, so I hope you guys understand if there is any mistake. (I accept criticism and tips).

Bradley expected to come home to the two of you like any other quiet day. Normally you would be finishing up dinner, or perhaps reading a book while ordering at a restaurant. His son Elijah, who had just turned 16 a few months ago, would be playing a video game in the living room that he begged his dad to buy for his birthday. But, oh! How wrong he was…

You were in a heated argument. At first, he couldn't understand the subject of the fight because their voices were muffled, but as he closed the front door and moved his feet further into the house, the voices in the kitchen grew louder.

In that short amount of time, he had already imagined countless reasons for the screaming. Elijah wouldn't have done the dishes you asked for, tidied up his room, or maybe even, that he could have gone out now for the night without your permission, considering he's done it before, and you were always irritated with worry. As he grew up, more rebellious he became. He wanted to be treated like an adult. But something was extremely wrong, as the discussion seemed too serious for problems as "banal" as these.

Once he placed his backpack on the sofa, he walked to the kitchen entrance and arrived just in time to see Elijah take one of the knives from the holder where it was kept, and point it in your direction. Bradley froze for a few seconds, you two still hadn't noticed his presence. The shock was instantaneous, and as quickly as it came, it was gone. Bradley felt dread, then anger. He felt confused for not understanding the situation. He was nervous. Seeing the boy threaten you with that thing in his hand pissed him off.

He looked into his son's eyes. Elijah seemed to be angry, but it was different, there was a built-in hatred. And when Bradley realized who that hate was directed at, a bitter taste rose in his mouth. It was you. He didn't have time to analyze your state at that moment, he needed to act fast. Bradley ran to his son grabbing his wrists and shoving him until he hit the kitchen island behind them. The boy's lower back suffered an intense impact, hitting the surface of the thing, making him grunt in pain and surprise.

The boy dropped the knife to the floor the minute he was pushed. He was startled as soon as he saw his father's fierce gaze.

"What the hell do you think you're doing pointing that out to your mother?"

"Bradley, calm down"

He looked in her direction in disbelief. Calm? Did you want him to be calm? He just couldn't stomach it.

"He shows you a knife and you wants me to calm down?" he faced Elijah "What the hell were you going to do later, eh? Stick it in her? Were you going to take that fucking knife and go after your own mother, brat?"

"Please, I know he's wrong, but let the boy go and let's settle this."

"Are we going to settle this?! Do you want to know how am I going to solve this? I'm going to cover his face with punchs." now it was Bradley who was losing his mind.

“You will tell me now, loud and clear, why you did this, Elijah.” he asked in a deep, menacing voice.

The boy dropped a few tears in front of his father as he stared back at him. He couldn't stand it for long and ducked his head to look away from his father. Bradley made sure to grab his chin and force him to look up; in him eyes.

“Don't take your eyes off me again." he warned while squeezing the boy's chin tightly "have you decided to become a softie now that I got home, you coward? You looked pretty brave before."

In the background it was possible to hear your strong cry and the sobs coming from your throat. You were in a panic. Although you were grateful that Bradley had come home and prevented your son from committing a greater tragedy, you knew that he could be the reason for another gravity by the way he was acting. He looked like it was about to kill your someone.

“And don't you dare defend him. For years I watched you pat his head, no matter the situation. Raising this spoiled little boy, who now repays you by doing this." he hurt you with those words, leaving your heart tighter and making you think that maybe it was your fault "I won't let you do that again now." he finished.

Elijah was never a bad boy. He is kind and tries hard like any good son, no matter what he does. But all that effort got the better of him, left him exhausted. You were a mother who spoiled a lot, that was true, but only because you thought he deserved it. It wasn't fair to see him killing himself studying at school, to see him succumbing to exhaustion every day to get a scholarship to the college he wanted so much. You didn't demand much from him at home, which left him a little unused to doing housework, but he made up for it in his studies. He is a very smart boy for his age.

You thought everything was fine, but six months ago you found out he was doing drugs. You knew why he had done it, it was so obvious. Sleepless nights, time divided between projects, school and science groups. Although you always told him that he didn't have to live like this, that he could rest, he wouldn't listen to you. He had always been a little greedy, wanting to be the best at everything, to make his father the proudest man in the world. Until he concluded by himself that the only thing that would make his father proud was to pursue a career in the military, something he never wanted. So he got frustrated with that. When he couldn't stand any longer, he resorted to those poisons. Drugs. Bradley din't know nothing about that.

"I'm sorry" Elias started crying hard, it was agonizing "I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."

Bradley loosened her grip on his hands a little, enough for him to be able to move them again. Elijah brought them to his hair, squeezing the strands to the side and closing his eyes hard to cry. The boy let out a terrifying scream and began to scream in grief and self-loathing.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to do this, I swear. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

The boy kept repeating the last words. He was looking at you desperately, thinking his mother and father hated him now.

You wanted so badly to go to him. Hug him and tell him you forgave him, that you still loved him dearly and always would. But you hesitated thinking that maybe Bradley would stop your actions. What he had said kept repeating itself in your mind: you always put your hand on his head, I won't let you do that now.

Deep down, you knew he wasn't wrong. He was trying to discipline his son, you also wanted Elijah to know that his actions have consequences, but that was too much. Bradley didn't know about him drug problem, because again, you protected Elijah. Yes, Bradley was absolutely right, you spoiled him too much. You hid from him that what your son was going through, you didn't have that right.

“Elijah, tell your father. He will understand, dear"

"Tell me what?"

Elijah squeezed his eyes shut trying to stop the crying and nervousness.

"I-I…" he swallowed the saliva in his mouth and rubbed his hand over his eyes to wipe away the tears. His breathing began to become irregular, worrying his mother and father.

"Elijah, my love, breathe" you hugged him and started stroking his hair, you didn't even remember the knife anymore, the only thing you wanted was to see your precious son well "calm down, my son."

"What is happening with him?" Bradley asked deeply scared, but you didn't make an effort to answer him, because you were concentrating on the boy feeling sick in front of you. But your attempts at comfort weren't working, it seemed like Elijah wasn't listening to you.

"Elijah, son. Please breathe, I won't do anything with you. Breathe!" Bradley said in an attempt to make him calm down, he turned pale with fear at his son's plight.

“Bradley!" he immediately widened his eyes with your anguished scream "call emergency, now!"

E não demorou, em um instante já estava pegando o celular e discando o número enquanto o filho sufocava.

[chibitantei]

Naoto is probably a third-rate detective in the world of Conan (not the barbarian) if it took her this long to figure out the card's gimmick.

Rank 5, or paper is nutritious and delicious, especially if citrus flavored.

Naoto has some things to tell you: these cards came from Shiroku, the thief himself purchased them here, and she smells something like citrus.

This is the part where Nanako also shows up, since she shows up once the IT's Social Links somewhere. Except if she's kidnapped or in the hospital, then she's not going to bust out of Heaven or the hospital for you.

In the version where Nanako is present, she notices Yu and Naoto sitting at the gazebo and comes over. What are y'alls doing, she asks and Naoto...

...does not know.

But she asks for Nanako's opinion on what secret the card holds, and gives her the hint that it smells like an orange. Nanako is very smart and picks up quickly that it's invisible ink because science class is where everything fun happens (when you're in elementary school).

Naoto reacts as well as you'd expect.

But at least she admits she's kinda dumb.

It should be noted that Naoto is appreciative of Nanako's help, and doesn't dismiss what she's saying because it's 'childish'. Perhaps she doesn't want for any kid to go through the same kind of experiences she's had, where the adults don't want to listen to a little kid.

She then whisks Yu away to his house to test it out.

In the event Nanako isn't present, Yu steps up and fills in her shoes, except he isn't cute. All of these options don't matter because Naoto will still figure out something from Yu's suggestions.

So, yeah. Naoto should eat the card, obviously. What's she gonna do, solve it???

At the house, Naoto explains that the areas stained by the citrus juice burns first, making the writing legible. She isn't thrilled about the revelation, though.

Besides the really obvious point, this shows that Naoto isn't a superhuman computer who knows the answers to every single problem. She might be labelled as a genius detective, but even simple and "childish" ( :^) ) tricks can mess her up.

No self-respecting adult would try to use childish tricks to outwit fellow adults, and Naoto was working on that line of logic, only to be jumpscared by it. It more or less shows Naoto's lost touch with the side of her that was filled with whimsy and wonder. A bitter adult like the rest of us, yippie!

The choices here are a fine example of the illusion of free choice, because no matter what you say, Naoto will figure it out. It's like in PQ how you can stare at her and she'll solve the puzzle for you.

You can either make her feel disappointed, impress her or be a dumbass and make her laugh.

Either way, Yu and Naoto arrive at the mailbox, and retrieve one of her stolen items: a detective badge that does absolutely nothing!

That being said, from this, the suspect list narrows considerably and she has a good idea of how personal this case is to her (and she wouldn't want anyone finding her stuff because that'd be embarrassing), but nothing about the motive.

Regardless, without Yu's help, she wouldn't have bothered with the card, and we've seen in previous rank how dismissive she was. In a sense, seeing that she was ready to brush it off initially is a little sad—and the reason for that will be explained later.

Perhaps a spark of childish whimsy is somewhere inside Naoto's frigid heart now, and it would really be nice if you helped her because... you know...

And the rank ends here normally, but do you want to crush her smile. Her rare, unconcealed smile.

Yes?

"You're on your own."

Besides being a jerk, it feels like a slap in the face for Naoto. She's showed you a side of her not many have seen, dares to open up a little, dares to act a little like a kid, and Yu tells her this whole thing is stupid.

Have fun watching her run off, I guess.

[ugly-anarchist]

Hey. I just wanted to say thank you for the posts you make and one that I reblogged before, praising and supporting aros who would/do feel romantic attraction sometimes. I sometimes doubt my aromanticism due to getting puppy dog crushes as a child, or the fact that I only dated once.

As a thirteen year old, no less. Hated it at that age. It lasted for half a year. As kind as I remember the person being, I remember feeling a bit ill and entirely drained/exhausted whenever I was called "their girl" and told "I love you." Any crush emotions I felt before easily fizzled out, and I came to realize "wow. I... hate this. I wouldn't want this kind of thing with anyone. Am I weird? Am I cold-hearted or something?"

Thank you for assuring that no matter what, aromanticism is a spectrum, and you're still absolutely aromantic if you've had a crush or would daydream about being in a romantic relationship at any point in your life.

I have a highly knowledgeable and intelligent older brother that I've always looked up to, but when I came out to him, even he was doubtful of my aromanticism. "But how do you know you're aro if you've never dated?" He doesn't know about how I did date, only once, and long ago. But it still stung, and I feel he would find another way to doubt and question it, as if I haven't done so countless times already. At the end of the day, "you know yourself better than others." As assured and confident I like to put myself across on the internet, I wish that analogy was hammered into my head better in reality. Your kind of posts, and many others, help me work on that. So, again, thank you. Sorry if this was weird and out of nowhere. It's 11:49 PM where I am at the moment, so this may be a bit messy.

I'll be following you on my main account where I go by "Leif." This is just my second one that's more "adult" leaning, which I like to keep entirely private and separate from my main! My main is solely dedicated to fandom, mental health, and nostalgic posts, haha. Almost entirely opposite of my current one. So if you see a notification under the name of "Leif," that's me!

No problem! I think "queer imposter syndrome" is something a lot of people can relate to. I'm as aro as they get (jk you can't be more or less aro) and I still like romantic media and even envisioning myself in romantic relationships.

Honestly my experience is a lot like yours because I also dated once before and hated it! It lasted like a week and I despised every second of it even though I really liked the person.

Despite the fact that I'm 1000% certain that I'm aromantic and will never experience romantic attraction, I still doubt it sometimes. There are moments where I'm like "I'm not aro enough because I like self shipping". Sometimes it feels like it's my "dirty little secret" and that I should be ashamed of it or like I'm betraying my community. But then I realize how dumb that sounds. People who like horror movies don't want to be murdered by a chainsaw wielding serial killer. It's no different with romantic media.

Hell, even if I did experience romantic attraction at some point I'd still be some form of arospec, and there's nothing wrong with that.

Romance is everywhere, it's constantly shoved down everyone's throats as this thing that is Necessary To Live. It's no wonder why aros specifically have a lot of issues with believing their own identities when we're constantly told romance is a universal experience that's necessary to be human.

Anyways, I'm rambling. Thank you for the nice ask!