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Soaping Together

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Pairing: Husband!Simon Riley x Wife!Reader

Tags: NSFW, unprotected sex, p in v, slight spanking? slight edging? idk

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: you and your husband badly needed some quality time to relax and pamper each other when he came from deployment (you insisted to take care of him and he didn’t understand why this was a big deal but gave in when he saw how much efford you put into it)

You heard him walking through the door and you rushed your way to him leaving whatever you were doing in the living room. Giggling softly when he embraced you, feeling his big hands wrapped around your waist and lifted your feet off the ground. He had his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent he longed for.

You were the first to break the silence, "I missed you so much, Simon..."

"We missed you so much..."

"I missed my babies, too." he caressed your face and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. He looked beaten and he could barely keep his eyes open while trying to smile but when you told him he can rest if he wanted to, he chose to spend some time with you and his boy first.

Holding him in his lap at the dinner table,

“Hello, stranger!” he said to his son who was back to acting like his dad was a stranger -since it has been a few weeks he last saw him and that's literally what babies are like- it didn't stop him feeling offended and missed out so he needed to remind himself by singing a lullaby he liked so much to break the ice.

The baby stared at him with wide eyes, frozen, with a teething toy in his hands. Holding on for dear life.

“Give him some time, Simon. He’s gonna get used to you in no time. Remember last time?” you said smiling to soothe him when you saw him frowning.

Later, he was shoving all his favorite food you prepared for him into his mouth. Then he joined the two of you while you were giving your baby a bath and started rolling his sleeves, you realised he was joining you.

Him taking a little amount of shampoo in his hands making little spikes of the baby's hair made you both laugh. Your baby was playing in the water and giggling too.

It was a sight for sore eyes and you couldn't be happier. Your sweet, sweet boys… how did you get so lucky?

When you were done washing him, he wrapped him in a towel and went to the nursery. You sneaked your way to the other bathroom where you had other plans for him. You heard the honeyed cooing of Simon's voice, drying your baby and getting him into new clothes when you were passing by.

Simon finally came to the bedroom after putting the baby to sleep,

"What is it?" he stared at you with curious eyes, examining you. You walked towards him reaching for his hand.

"Follow me."

Scowled, trying to accommodate his eyes to the dimmed light of the bathroom, "I'm sorry baby, but I'm so exhauste-"

His eyes went wide when he realised,

Bubble bath waiting for him, relaxing music coming from the speaker, candles and a bottle of red wine by the bathtub. You wrote 'I love you' in the mirror with lipstick??

Then he finally looked back at you, grinning at him with starry eyes.

In that moment he knew he fucked up... Sleep wise. not in any other way. just that. There was no way out now that he saw the little arrangement his wife made.

"C'mon, let me take care of you, I'll make it quick." Now you were closer to him, few inches away from his chin, looking up at him with doe eyes.

And who was he to deny his sweet girl?

You made Simon sit on a stool in the bathtub while you were washing all the dirt and sweat off of him. He was watcing you, only admiring your face intently, although you were completely naked in front of him and your boobs few inches away from his face.

Right until you squished him between your boobs while you were trying to lean and wash his back.

He groaned, making you feel the vibration, the tingles in your stomach.

He was holding your waist tightly enough to leave marks when he finally let you go.

"My little girl wanted to take care of her husband? all this fo' me? sweet girl? Mhm?"

You nodded, smiling, appearing a little shy now.

You took a step back to look at him and giggle with soapy hands until he took a hold on your waist again and pull you closer, a little bit harsher now.

Little gasp leaving your lips, "Oh baby...i think we can take a little break from washing you?" you said, lifting one leg to sit on Simon's lap slowly. Then the other.

"How about that?"

"Mhm mhm." he nodded aggressively.

He made you sit in a hasty way while you were just hovering over his lap. All hungry eyes and hands taking whatever he can.

He didn't know what he was thinking. This was definitely more important than sleep. More important than washing. More important than anything on earth. In this moment, Simon was exactly where he was meant to be.

Burning inside and feeling the hot on your cheeks, he rolled your hair in one hand in a swift move, making your neck arched and vulnerable. All hot and wanting.

Nibbling at your skin. You bit your lip, willingly opening yourself in any way possible for your husband.

All for him to consume.

Your mewling sounds made Simon chuckle softly.

Both your hands sat on his knees behind you, you were panting and not realising all the sounds that were coming from your mouth.

You bit your lip trying to be more quiet when you felt Simon right in front of your entrance. You were getting more desperate by the second.

He was moving painfully slowly at your entrance, up and down, but not penetrating.

"Ohhh! Simon, please!"

"Mmm...do you hear this? You're so wet, baby."

"Ol this for me. Let me enjoy you."

"Simon, please!" you plead, and that earned you a firm swat on your ass. You jumped, panting.

Is he edging me? you thought as more mewling and pathetic sounds left your lips.

Before he gently lowered you on his cock.

You opened your mouth all the way at the feeling, exhaling, still trying to not make any noise but the friction was too good to be true.

Held his muscular shoulder, lowering your hand to his upper arm then his elbow while he was fucking into you torturously slowly.

Hands tight on your hips. Making you feel every inch and vein on his cock.

You decided to speed up the pace as much as you can in his firm grip.

He hissed at the attempt, making eye contact and you were scowling at him, biting your lower lip.

"So close... so close, Simon! Please!"

"I know, baby. Gripping me like a vice. C'mon you can do it, sweet girl."

"Just like that... do it how i taught you."

"come for me" he kissed your cheek and just like that, he made you loudest you've ever been.

As you throw your head back, all your wishes to not make a sound going out the window now you were crying and screaming because of your explosive orgasm.

Simon growled, coming inside of you.

You put your arms around his neck and he put his forehead on yours. Panting heavily. Trying to come down from your highs.

"Fuck! Simon..... what the hell? " then you both started laughing. You've done more dirtying than washing but at least now your husband can finally have his precious sleep his little coma as long as he likes.

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(A Prussiax Fem! Canada Fanfiction from Hetalia found in one of my old folders. Just a little something to start off writing on this blog. Please enjoy~)

The Architect

Wind chimes.

Staring into a sky as bleak as his morning's coffee, he understood the necessity for those dangling pieces of glass and metal. He watched them sway with the winter breeze, blowing their tune softly through a quiet existence. Their song was enticing and he couldn't help the slow lull of his head and his drooping eyes which, when he closed them, would show him scenes of a happier life. He opened them to find zooming cars on a bridge and a woman running beneath a shield of a purple umbrella. Dripping drops of crystal rain shed like falling tears to the pavement. And still, the wind chimes tune sang throughout this stormy afternoon. He inhaled another puff of smoke as he circled his eyes over this new found intriguing object.

But of course, as do all things in his life, the intriguement soon vanished and he was left with only light sounds against a dark backdrop. He no longer wanted to watch those chimes, not even tomorrow or the next day. There was no need, only in this lonely moment did he find them his perfect companion.

With a puff and sigh of lingering smoke, he decided to toss the cigarette and mash it with the tip of his boot, covered in a brown mud and his jeans sodden with rain water. He chanced a few glances upward, his palm cupped toward the sky.

"Rain's finally let up." He murmured as his hands shifted to return his lighter to his jacket pocket. He sniffed and cleared his dry throat, beginning his walk. He didn't turn back to the wind chimes, but could distinctly hear their slow clatter of a carol. It sounded of a goodbye, but he didn't pay any mind, only ruffling his hand through his damp mess of white hair, groaning at the thought of another shower.

The chimes sounded in his ears until he turned the corner and into a busier street, losing their tune completely. Yet, still they stayed, swaying.

Waiting.

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"I know... Yes, I promised to call back and... I-I'm sorry, please, calm down... This-This isn't the place... How many times do I have to say it, I'm sorry... Yes, you're righ- Honey please..."

There was no use in the constant reassurances. She was wrong and she knew it. Always so wrong. She sighed and didn't even scold herself anymore for putting herself down. When did it become this? When did she start to become the dust under the rug and not even the rug? She stayed silent and listened through the bickering on the other end from her spouse and added, "Yes." and, "You're right." Because he was always right and... she was wrong, simply put. This didn't end for a while and soon enough her lunch was over with and she had to return to work.

"Honey, I'm sorry but I have to go now. We can finish this later... Okay... okay... Yes... I... I love you too... Bye."

But she didn't. Not anymore. In fact, the feeling was far too buried and lost now, she wondered if she ever felt it. And it's not as if they were married for long... It only felt like ages. In actuality it was a race of a relationship. A whim of a short timed passion which ended up in long silences broken only by the occasional ticking time bomb that went off in his head and vacant smiles that held no depth and lonely spots left in bed. These were what was left of the once passionate lovers.

And now, she ran in the rain.

Her sneakers squeaked against pavement and splashed in the puddles. She loved it. The drops splattered endlessly on her purple umbrella, covered in the wetness of the bursting clouds. The splashes hit her ankles and she could feel the cold touches of water through her socks. Her eyes wandered to a lovely view.

Buildings. They were all being covered in the same murky atmosphere. Their crowned roofs. The mysterious doors which held varying designs and interiors of places she would never know. The bridge was something she loved. Here, underneath, was a sight she looked forward to everyday when returning to her job. Vehicles swam in this weather, gliding to destinations she would also never know and places and people she has yet to or would also never meet.

She could hear the drops above her and the chorus of chattering traffic and bountiful people down the next corner and wind chimes which whizzed past her ears. They sounded of bells she remembered in her childhood. Fairy dust and wand magic could be associated with their tune in her head. But, as she rounded the corner, the sound getting further and further away, she found herself no longer able to hear it. And no longer focused on it. It was nice in that moment, and only in that moment.

As she rounded the corner, the melody droned out in favor of vibrant cars and voices and ticks of clocks and bells on street corners. The chimes became lost. And she returned to work, the umbrella releasing the gathered water atop its head and shaking out the rain. However, she felt a sense to look back. Only for a moment. The ticks kept her going and she found her way back to her desk as before. The happy memory shifted into a drawer in her mind and kept away.

For now.

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"Here. You smell like smoke." A woman whispered with a sultry voice of velvet and handed him a piece of gum, trying to be inconspicuous but flirtatious all at once, which ultimately went hand in hand with her.

Let's call her Betty. Not that this matters in the slightest. He never called her Betty or any name at all because in all honesty, though she was a beautiful intern and had a nice... smile, he never managed to remember anything about her other than those... smiles. There was no use. They weren't friends. They didn't see each other only on the occasions of lonely nights.  And he had no feelings for her... anyone.

He could name on his fingers the things he loved. And right now, at the top was his black coffee in a white chipped mug with no handle... oh, yeah, and his brother. But he was still pissed at him for the incident the other day so his coffee replaced him on the 'love list'... which, he wouldn't realize- or maybe just not want to- only held a handful of things.

He gave a smile anyway, glancing at her lovely 'smile' as well and back up, taking the piece of offered gum with a nod.

"Just what would I do without you, dear?" He gave his charming look and winked before returning to work, stuffing the gum in his pockets next to the lighter.

He walked down the hall and to his office, and only then did he slump and release his heavy sigh. His fingers tousled his locks of hair and his lids covered his eyes of reality. He breathed in... out... in... ou-

"Mr. Beilschmidt..."

He opened his eyes and straightened up in his seat, looking up at a... Mrs. Thompson now, was it? It used to be something else... Williams, he thought. Well, at least he (almost) knew her last name. He could see her in slight concern, her blonde hair wet and slightly frizzy from the rain and her wire framed glasses perched on her nose like a librarian. He sat up with a cough, rubbing his hand over his eyes.

"Yes, what?" He answered groggily, making a gesture for her to push up her glasses as he stood up.

She hastily pushed them up with heated cheeks of embarrassment and looked away, clutching the papers in her hands. She cleared her throat, always intimidated by him. He wasn't scary, even with his ghostlike appearance, but just... he had an air of authority of people even in his most charming and childish of states. And that, caused her to be as tiny as a mouse and he as threatening as a hawk.

"You... came late for the meeting, today."

He leaned on his desk, with a look that sang out: not a care in the world.

"Was there anything important I missed?"

"...Well... we were discussing design ideas for the new building hall dow-"

"Anything important that I don't already know?" He raised his voice and an eyebrow, watching her shift and silently cackling at himself. It was just an awesome feeling to make people gravel under his glare and sink beneath his voice. Yet, a part in his mind told him very bluntly, "Asshole." But, he never liked to listen to that voice.

The woman took a breath and shook her head.

"No, just columns... You would have suggested it, anyway."

"I only asked for one thing. I don't need your extra input, got it?" He stared her down and she looked into his eyes. Oh, fuck, had she been crying? Goddamnit. He's not good with that. She needs to toughen u-

"So, you wouldn't have suggested columns, then?" She spoke up, slightly hitching her voice an extra octave but all the same, she looked directly at him with a stern gaze.

"...No... I mean yeah, but it's not your place to tell me."

"I think it's all the same where my place stands, Mr. Beilschmidt. We're partners on this project and your overall authority does not stand-"

"Not yet, Mrs. Thompson." He declared and crossed his arms, watching her eyes sink, but everything else held as before.

"You're right." She looked back up quickly because people hated someone who could not look them in the eyes. "It's not my place then. I only came here to give you the work plans."

She handed him the papers she'd been clutching and he took them, silently. She stood back. He stayed sitting at the edge of his desk. Neither moved, almost as if they would give in to a silent competition if they did. However, the bells of a clock rang outside in the distance and the woman sighed, finding his stubbornness both agitating and admiring.  

She nodded at him and said no more. She hated conversations with him. She left quickly and quietly as he returned to the solitude at his desk. She didn't look back. But, if she had, she would have noticed the strangest thing.

He did.

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The rain never let up. At least for a moment it may have. But the day was immersed in a dark cloud which hung over it. The purple umbrella made its way back up once more. She could have sworn it may have smiled at it.

It was cold out. To her it was spring weather. She loved the breeze. The cold was comforting. The wind was soothing against her cheeks. Her eyes glinted of a rainbow of umbrellas and rain boots, all splashed in the same water, all sharing the same road and walking the same paths.

Work was slow that day. Hours were shorter due to a storm brewing. She never called her husband about it. She wanted the freedom of a few lovely hours in the rain. She crossed the corner from the busy center street of dazzling lights and rushing people to the quiet one with the bridge and the wind chimes. She smiled and could already hear them. They clanked in the breeze and sang out for her. She glanced to her side at them, pieces of shells and colorful glass-

She tilted her head, the wind chimes still swaying and clap of thunder sounding out in the wind.

"Mr. Beilschmidt?" She called out to a man beneath the coverings of a gutter and a flickering light next to the wind chimes. A puff of smoke clouded around his face and he swatted it with his hand to get a look at who shouted his name.

"What?!" he yelled in response but could see it was a familiar face. He rolled his eyes.

"Ja, what is it?" he called to her, a drip of his accent breaking in.

The woman came closer, looking around and facing him. But once she met him, she didn't know what to say. She had no response and wondered why she called out to him at all. Maybe she was bothering him. Maybe she should just head home.

They stayed in silence for some time until she sighed and closed her umbrella, gathering under the gutter cover with him.

He raised a brow at her and inhaled another smoke, leaning against the brick wall.

"Don'tcha got somewhere to be?"

She looked at him and remembered to push up her glasses again and gave a small, shy smile.

"Well, don't you?"

"Answering a question with a question. That's annoying-"

"I'm stalling then..." She spoke up and gave him a pointed look. "Answer mine now, please." She said, though the sentence grew softer towards the end as her confidence slowly dwindled. She could hear the patters of rain hit the ground in sporadic patterns. Windchimes sounded faintly in the distance.

"Stalling? For what?" He snorted, glancing away from the ridiculous answer and the more ridiculous woman beside him. Truly, however, he was intrigued and silently yearned to hear the reason.

She only sighed and tapped her fingers on her umbrella.

"Mr. Beilschmidt, it's rude to answer a question with a question." She sang quietly back to him, changing the words around a bit.

He rolled his eyes and looked up. He stayed quiet and she stayed patient.

"I'm listening." He made a gesture with a wave of his hand to the city and to the chimes and to the bridge. "You can hear everything right here... It's nice." he murmured.

She looked at him with understanding, not saying anything for a while and attempted to listen to his sounds. She decided to answer his question.

"I'm not ready to go home yet." She admitted and looked at the bridge.

"Hm?" he asked absentmindedly.

"You asked why I was stalling... I'm not ready to go home."

"Loud neighbors? In Laws visiting? Plumbing issues? Hidin’ from the feds?" He suggested and to each she would shake her head and even crack a smile. He did too and cleared his throat. "So, what is it, your husband?"

And silence shifted between them again. Save for the patters and chimes and the bustling bounds of city traffic, the air stilled around them. Gilbert arched a brow, chancing a glance to the strange woman who tried to conceal her features within her nest of golden hair.

"That why you're always crying?"

"I don't... I'm sorry, I really should stop."

"Ya know, if it's that bad, leave 'im." He stated with a shrug.

She sighed and looked down at her umbrella. He didn't know how to go about these situations. He scratched the back of his neck.

"How long have you been working here, by the way?" He asked suddenly.

"Five years. You actually showed me around on my first day... you seemed..." She trailed off and widened her eyes, looking away.

He furrowed his brows.

"Really? Hm..." he pushed his fingers through his hair. "What did I seem like?" He asked lowly.

"Nevermind."

"You start something, you finish it."

"...You seemed a lot... happier..." She said softly and for the second time that day, heat rose to her cheeks. But, this was something else entirely. The worst part was being unable to clarify the feeling. "Your... your eyes were brighter... a-and... you'd always grin..."

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The rain fell slower and softer. Both heads stared up to a shifting cloud. Though, this wasn't the last of the storm, it was a break in it. The man scratched his chin, seeming to have a lot of itches today and glanced at the woman next to him.

"Didn't know you took so much notice in me." He decided to say. Though the statement sounded cocky and full of his usual egotistical arrogance, his voice held another tone. He shifted.

He didn't notice his partner in a fluster. Her cheeks were rosy and her knuckles white from how hard she held onto the umbrella. All coherent words stuck in her throat. She stayed silent and grimaced at herself.

The man spoke up, making a lopsided smile.

"I guess I did, huh."

"I'm sorry, it wasn't my place to sa-"

He held up his hand, his cigarette encased between two fingers.

"Stop with the sorrys... You're right, ya know." He left it at that and inhaled his cigarette once more, before crushing it beneath his boot.

"And I remember you, Madeline. You seemed a lot happier then too." He pat her on the shoulder and looked both ways, before stepping out into the light rain. With not much more than a flickering wave, he started walking, his hands buried in his jacket pockets and his head held to the sky.

Madeline turned scarlet and peeked up at him through her whirlwind of hair. Her glasses falling to its original position. She watched him leave and felt a sudden flip in her abdomen. Something she never knew she could feel again. She brushed her fingers across her cheeks and smiled, walking away as well, her purple umbrella resting atop her head once more and the wind chimes singing loudly, even past the corner.

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Religious Freedom

"What am I doing here?"

The wall behind the man turned to a dark magma substance, and a figure stepped through it, wearing a three-piece suit and clutching a cane.

"My boy," the figure said, in a voice as smooth as you like, with no discernible accent, "you’re here to atone for your sins."

"Wh-what?" The man stammered, stepping back as the figure continued his slow, methodical approach.

The figure chuckled, smirking slightly and looking up at the man from a slight squint.

"Your sins," they repeated, "you’re here because you’ve committed some very…very," the figure corned the man, and leant towards his ear, pinning him in place with the cane, "bad crimes against humanity."

"I-I-I don’t understand!" the man wailed, "I’ve been perfectly devout my entire life! I stayed in school, I prayed every night, I went to church every Sunday, I was faithful to my husband, I-"

"What did you just say?" The figure, who the man had now worked out was probably The Devil, asked, his voice still smooth, but now filled with concern rather than sick enjoyment of the man’s plight.

"I was faithful to my husband?" The man repeated, to which The Devil stared up at him, before stepping away swiftly.

"I am so…so sorry." They sighed, rubbing their eyes with their free hand.

"Um…" the man stayed against the wall, "I’m kinda confused now."

The Devil conjured a table and two chairs, indicating that the man should sit in the one closest to him.

"Please, let me explain." The Devil pleaded, sitting in his own seat.

The man did as he was told because, well, you don’t argue with Satan themself after all.

"Can I get you a drink? Tea, coffee?" The Devil continued, as a shadow materialised on the table.

"A caramel frappe would be nice." The man eventually said, the drink suddenly coming from the shadow.

"Right," The Devil took a sip from their own drink, "let’s clear something up, shall we? You aren’t a bad person, and if it was up to me you’d be up in Heaven."

"Why aren’t I?" The man asked, gently tugging at the liquid in their plastic cup.

"Because, quite frankly, you’re gay." The Devil sighed.

"What? So all those protestors…were right? It is a sin?" The man wailed.

"Technically," The Devil said hesitantly, "okay, I don’t do this for every soul that gets sent here but honestly? I’m getting sick of people like you being sent here."

"Okay?" The man furrowed his brow.

"Let me take you back a while," The Devil began, "all the way back to the creation of humanity.

"Jesus, as you may know, is widely considered God’s only child. As in, only child with a direct relation to the G-Man himself. But that’s not quite true. There was a child before Jesus - Lucy. Lucy was God’s little angel that he kept to himself. The lovechild of God and the long-dead Eve, y’know from the whole Adam and Eve story?

"Lucy was the perfect child. And around the time she became 8, God was seriously considering what he’d done with the creation of humanity. I mean, creating a perfect world and inhabiting it with mindless drones who can’t use their own initiative? At least the Greeks were too lazy to validate their gods, these ones couldn’t even question God’s existence. Lucy was…a bit of a wildcard, to say the least. She had all the free spirit of Heaven combined, and as God realised how much he loved her and her free will, he blessed all of humankind with this gift too.

"Wasn’t long, however, before God kinda lost it."

"What do you mean?" The man asked, finishing his frappe.

"Well," The Devil smirked, "God had been watching humanity for a while, and he could deal with the one or two people who questioned his existence because, well, it was pretty hard to believe. But then people started going against what he wanted. They didn’t have words for gay and lesbian back then, but that’s what people gradually became. It wasn’t rampant, and it was hardly dangerous, but G-Man was furious.

"He’d made these creatures to be self-sufficient, and having people get into relationships that couldn’t produce offspring made him pretty pissed. So he was seriously reconsidering the whole 'free will' thing that he’d bestowed upon them. Now, with same-sex relationships comes the idea of gender identity, at least in terms of social change, and whilst they didn’t have the word transgender back then, people very clearly knew when they didn’t feel right in their body. God believed that this was a slippery slope, a path he thought went Samesex - Incest - Necrophilia, or SIN.

"Around this time, Lucy was having a few of the same doubts. Not about her sexuality, but about her being a girl. Being a demi-god, she used her god-powers to change her biology to fit with that of a male’s, and called herself-

"Lucifer?" The man asked, to which The Devil nodded.

"Got it in one," they smiled, "God was, understandably, confused by this. And when God got confused, God got angry. He was omniscient after all, how could he possibly not know how to deal with something?

"He took away humanity’s free will. A decision Lucifer wasn’t too happy about. He begged and pleaded God to change them back, to allow them to be free, but God wasn’t having it. He created a whole new realm for those who somehow managed to defy his control - Hell. He and Hades were pretty chill, and seeing as G-Man was pretty young by god standards, Hades was more than happy to cooperate.

"After years and years of trying, Lucifer finally got God to give back humanity its ability to think for itself, and as you can imagine, this meant the return of those 'sinners'. Lucifer defended them to his last breath, a fact which the omni-benevolent God struggled with. In the end, he made an example to the other angels and inhabitants of heaven - who were all also beginning to question God’s rule. He tore away Lucifer’s wings, and banished him to Hell, where he would be forced to oversee every evildoer of humanity, in the hopes that being surrounded by those like him and those who are truly evil would change him back to being God’s little plaything.

"God also sent his second child, Jesus, down to Earth to set an example. Jesus was a perfect little boy, never questioning his father, but also not understanding quite why his sister-turned-brother was being sent away."

"You can probably fill in the blanks from there," The Devil finished, "I’m still here, and God still wants everyone to fit into his perfect little world. The protestors and religious nuts are actually angels, sent to Earth to try and assist God from a mortal standpoint."

"Wow, I’m so sorry." The man whispered, awestruck from the story.

"Don’t be. What G-Man didn’t realise was that, being a demi-god, I can create realms too," The Devil stood up and offered the man a hand, "come come, I have something to show you."

The man took the hand, and The Devil led him through Hell, past all the criminals and degenerates and those too wicked to name, until they reached the final circle.

"Now where?" The man asked.

"Through here," The Devil said, gesturing to a doorway, "there’s more than nine circles. The tenth is reserved for innocents."

The two walked through the doorway into a place of light, a city that went on for miles.

"Welcome to your new home," The Devil murmured, "the road is paved with good intentions if you ever want to visit me."

With that, The Devil disappeared, and the man was left to roam the city.

'A place full exclusively of LGBT+ people?’ the man thought to himself 'who knew Hell was so Heavenly?'

[aurora-lanterns]

"Then... Both" (SuFin Fanfiction)

(Im terrible with titles but anyway heres a short little sufin thingie. This is for the pairing Sweden/Finland from Hetalia. From one of my old writing folders. Hope you enjoy)

"We can write… everyday. It’ll be nice and remind us we have someone out there, you know? I’d hate to feel alone… but…"

“Ya wan’ freed’m."

Tino gazed over the ship’s edge in thought and looked up to the horizon. He liked that feeling, even the small sound of the word. It held every meaning to him. He slowly nodded with a chuckle that struck him instantly as he opened his eyes to a larger extent. Yes, that’s exactly what he wanted. It’s all right before him.

“Exactly…” he breathed out and looked up to Berwald with a smile. He tilted his head at the larger man in an observant way, leaning it on his palm as he looked him over with glitted eyes.

Berwald couldn’t much do the same, shifting his eyes and adjusting his glasses at his intense stare every couple of seconds. They were subtle gestures, not wanting to be rude, but yet ones to show he felt uncomfortable. ‘Ha, almost intimidated’, the Finnish man thought with a laugh.

“You know, you aren’t so frightening Berwald.” Tino found himself saying. He hadn’t meant to say it aloud but he guessed that it was such a strong thought that his mouth had to make it known.

Berwald adjusted his glasses once more over his plastered frown.

“Don’ mean ta be.”

Tino paused and wanted to apologize for perhaps his rude remark but instead followed Berwald’s gaze out into the waves after a moment. 

And yet again, he found himself saying things he normally would keep to himself. But maybe that’s the thing about Berwald.  He felt at ease with him… well, once he got to know him a bit better. He was a good listener. He spoke when he knew what to say and usually most of the things he did either made Tino laugh or think about something in a new light.

“How do you know if you have a favorite part of day?” He said lightly, not caring if the question didnt really sound like it needed an answer or not or the fact it barely made sense to himself. He kept going without those thoughts, so it would never matter.

“There’s a sunset and sunrise… but don’t both bring… you know, a-a disadvantage or advantage?” He laughed because he knew he made no sense now. Some things just didn’t sound as good out loud as they did in one’s head. “Well, what I mean is…” he scratched the nape of his neck from the biting wind and shook his head at himself. All the while, Berwald patiently looked out to sea, away from him, but Tino knew he was listening and waiting for him to find the end of that drawn out sentence.

“Heh… I guess I was just wondering what would be better, a sunrise or sunset… for me, it would be both if it could be… but, you couldn’t have possession of the day and night all at once.” And he trailed off then. Right now, the day was setting. Onto a new one, it went. As the night turns black and navy, the stars and moon illuminate that lost light. Then the day claims its place once more. That rise is the new day whole, losing a night only seen for a few hours.

In short, both can bring something special.

“Theres no diff’rence.”

Berwald spoke after a while. The sun was just barely fitting over the water’s line in the distance.

Tino looked up at him and waited, laying his cheek on his palm once more. Berwald cleared his throat and wrung his hands together.

“The day an’ night. Both give ya tha’. Jus’ a’ diff’rent times.”

Though he kept his frown and stern eyes, he too wasn’t sure if what he said made any sense.

But if sense is made to oneself, it doesn’t mean it’s right or wrong. An opinion is beautiful when raw and full of still burning questions and curiosity.

Tino thought this and after a while from staring at the stars, part of the day turning that blackish navy color, he smiled and nudged Berwald in the shoulder. “Then… both.” He decided. He nodded for emphsis on his new decision of his favorite times of day. Berwald seemed to figure out those two words as he smiled with a tiny tug at the lips, though his eyes made more of an effort at showing his emotion behind their  walled lenses.

[night-city-valentines]

What Do You Live For?

spoken1: what’s your favourite thing about who you are? spoken2: what’s the best thing about yourself? spoken3: what would you say is your best feature? spoken4: do you have any regrets? spoken5: what advice do you have for younger generations? spoken6: is there anyone you hate? spoken7: what could you not live without? spoken8: what do you live for?

It’s not a party without drinks Use your brain, though don’t think I love the way I have to Explain to people What the words ‘yes’ ‘no’ and ‘thank you’ mean what ‘pansexual’ means why i’m offended by ‘tranny’ how the only straight guys who wanna talk with me look at me like a fetish, that’s all they see a strange creation for devestation not a person who can cry just another one they can lie to, and if i’m not a fetish or i don’t specify then they get mad and dangerous but they wouldn’t need an alibi ‘you see officer, it lied to me ‘thought i would get some free ‘but it was just a freak’ because i’m not that fronty i’m sure not brave to stand my ground when they misbehave friends, they get it i’m their confidant but when the shoe is on the other foot i’d really rather not

you see back when i was a little boy i wanted to be like mama strong and tough and one of a kind and that’s who i’ve become-a girl with attitude, that’s me fo’ sho’ this skirt and tights are not just for show I’m in this life, no matter what the cost I won’t sit down, or trundle off

you know, if i could change my body with one quick stroke i’d only change one thing the predetermined sex i have make myself who i am cuz i could care less about the stomach less about the spots less about the bad teeth i don’t think that’s much wrong but between my legs it’s torturous it’s like i wanna rip my body apart and claw myself outta my skin you see, most don’t know how this goes but it’s a long and drawn out process a thousand appointments a million questions and all for one simple person to be who they really are because it seems even God fucks up when there’s so many people trapped in a shell they just can’t escape and if that wasn’t enough when things get rough it’s us who get caught in the loss

you see back when i was a little boy i wanted to be like mama strong and tough and one of a kind and that’s who i’ve become-a girl with attitude, that’s me fo’ sho’ this skirt and tights are not just for show I’m in this life, no matter what the cost I won’t sit down, or trundle off

y’know, i would if i could sacrifice my life for the good of my brothers and sisters and siblings all round a not-cis bond that no right wing fucks can break with a law because i haven’t met you all but believe me when i say i love you all equally and i really hope you stay see we don’t get forgotten just pushed to one side when gay marriage got legal we thought it was our time of day right? wrong. see most people forget there’s more to the acronym than just L and G there’s a B and a T and hell, the QIAP+ spoken1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8: oh, and uh, the A doesn’t stand for ally most loud voices only cared about the first two and now there’s laws being passed to stop us being accepted because for god’s sake it really matters if a girl with a penis wants to take a piss and that’s the problem to many we are just a fetish and we are just a creature a being of self-importance who doesn’t accept their lot in life but I know, and you know, we all know the truth we’re beautiful human beings cis and trans and all the rest nonbinary, fluid, agender and the whole entire spectrum but the us-and-them complex has spiralled out of control it’s perpetuated inside of our own homes our own ‘safe spaces’ and our own ‘private zones’ and don’t get me started on racism and sexism because white male gays are the dominant group and the ultimate figurehead for a movement begun by a black trans woman the unofficial patron saint for the kids who aren’t called ‘normal’ and I live for the day that we all live as one not blind to our differences but aware and accepting where colour, religion, gender, and sexuality don’t define us but the spirit of our hearts because yes gay people can be bad people but the two adjectives are not interchangeable and yes, cis people can be good but again, not one and the same

so call me a social justice warrior because i’ll fight anyone who says ‘the world is perfectly fine’ when there are people in first world countries afraid to leave their house for fear of being shot or arrested simply for who they are when there are kids younger than 10 using the word ‘gay’ as a replacement for ‘stupid’ or ‘effeminate’ when there are grown ass adults afraid to allow society to change because they don’t understand why they’re wrong or why they can’t do what they like when females are terrified of walking home alone because they have to pass one too many alleyways or one too many boys have grabbed their crotches and shouted abuse as they walked by when gay characters never get a happy ending and 99% of media shows heterosexual love as normal and serious and homosexual interactions as something to fear when there’s two ‘f’ words one too disgusting to fucking say and bathed in past blood when my fellow humans can’t live their life safely without fear of being rejected by those closest to them or discriminated against by the systems designed to protect them

spoken1/2/3/4: maybe it’s just human nature spoken5/6/7/8: but it’s unnatural to hate

[aurora-lanterns]

What Brought Us Here (HongIce Fanfiction)

HongIce

What Brought Us Here

Emil liked to think of life's stages as steps. Now, a stage in actuality without this crazed metaphor was not a step, if anything, a step or a few lead to one. He was well aware. But each one, each stage, that he went through felt like a step to a higher one. One much larger and also painstakingly, more difficult. Because the world has a funny way of rewarding your next step with something much more challenging.

With Emil, this could be a good thing or bad thing, as like with most people. Good things about challenges: The exhilaration. The anxious hope and overpowering emotions set into achieving it and grasping victory over it. Those were the fulfilling things about challenges. The cons? Depending on their various shapes and sizes, he'd say this one just took the word, troublesome. Which, if he thought, was the case in most challenges. This challenge, though, was trouble when he first saw him. Trouble upon hearing his name, his voice, and everything which accompanied his demeanor. He brought this trouble upon himself though. The minute he had asked for that stupid pencil.

Backtracking to that first day in middle school, Emil could see his mistakes in every decision. This was all his fault, actually. He had thought real hard about this. If not for his rushing routine before his first day and stumbling late into class in a mess, the class would have probably passed their eyes right by. But, Emil, fretful nervous new kid Emil, only brought this trouble upon himself in his actions. The boy may have never noticed him if he'd been early to class.

Even still, he furthered this situation unknowingly. He didn't realize it, but he and this boy who quirked a caterpillar brow and moved his backpack from an empty chair for him to sit, already established something he would not acknowledge for years. A bond? Emil thought any word to use beside this would be extremely embarrassing. Even this word causes him to shift. But we'll say this is what it was.

Emil took the offered seat without a word or glance and only pushed his hair out of his face, his cheeks heated from running to his class and from the embarrassment of having everyone's eyes on him. People he did not know, to make it worse. The teacher scanned her eyes over his name and he raised his hand rigidly and quietly as she called it out, still looking away.

He wouldn't know this for a long time, but amber eyes watched his flustered movements occasionally. Looking toward his attire, which was too polished, and his multicolored backpack. A smile even present when noticing a weird looking bird key chain attached to it.

Emil never took notice. The eyes vanished a few minutes before he could gather his thoughts to look up again and toward his classroom.

And it also took him what seemed a thousand more seconds to have the courage to ask for a pencil. He'd been so reckless this morning, he forgot to pack his backpack with anything besides a journal, his brother's old calculator, and some loose leaf paper. Almost completely empty! He slumped and wished he'd taken his brother's offer to help him sort his things, but he wanted to do it himself! He wasn't a child!

Though, right now, he felt like one...

He sighed and looked around to see who could inconspicuously let him borrow one and wouldn't be a jerk about it. He found only girls seated next to him and the boy who moved his backpack. He didn't know why, but something said, 'Oh, he seems alright, he gave me a seat anyway, so he must be decent.' That and he just couldn't talk to girls correctly...

He would later scold himself so many times on his way home for ever talking to someone so, so... infuriating.

"Excuse me," he leaned over and whispered to the boy, his voice a bit nervous, "Do you have an extra pencil?"

"Hm?" They looked up and raised their brows, which Emil could not help staring at. He tore his eyes away from them, not wanting to be too rude.

"Ah, I forgot a pencil." He clarified and spoke up louder. "Could I... borrow one?" God, they were so huge! Stop staring, stop staring.

"Borrow one of what?" They asked with a slight tilt of the head.

Emil furrowed his brows, and yes, looked away from those caterpillars.

"A pencil..." He said again, a bit slower. He hated to keep asking this.

"A pencil what? You aren't being very clear." The boy tossed his chin up...

And smirked.

They were smirking at him.

"I think I was being perfectly clear." Emil said with an edge, sitting up straighter and looking at the boy as if he were crazy. He was driving his patience.

"Clear about what again?"

"Why do you keep asking questions when you know what I'm asking!"

"What are you asking?"

"You know what I asked, you're just being... You're being-"

"Being a what? Stop confusing me."

"A jerk!" He glared at the boy. "And I asked if I could borrow a pencil from you." He exhaled out in frustration.

The boy quirked a brow and stared at him. He then fished around in his red and brown bag, soon placing one on his desk.

"There, now I know what you asked. It is good to be clear." The boy smiled at him, his eyes dancing, Emil could now see, with mischief.

Emil glared at the boy and to the pencil, huffing slightly and mumbling a thank you along with 'Jerk' in Icelandic. He moved his back to face the other and sat in silence as the day began.

The other, Emil again would find out later, snatched the calculator fallen out of his bag and onto the floor. The boy didn't look too pleased with him. He could always reach over and put it back. But he never did like the easy route.

That was another thing. If not for that fallen calculator, they would have never became friends. They would be stuck as classmates at best who couldn't look at eachother except out of annoyance and would move on with their lives separately. If not for his recklessness and clumsiness and inability to manage his things that day, Emil wouldn't have ever known this person in his life. Leon was just as at fault though, because if not for his curiosity in the other and his daring step forward in taking his calculator, they wouldn't be where they were now.

[night-city-valentines]

"What?" Ava yelled, spinning to face the Spaniard, "Beep’s in there?"

"Yeah, they all are." Driver trailed off, as Chris sank to his knees.

Ava rushed forwards, being grabbed by Vic, but shaking free from his grasp.

"She’s in there!" Ava screamed, running forwards into the building with a pistol withdrawn.

"Alexia?" Alex asked quietly, moving alongside his boyfriend, who was encapsulated by the fire.

"Alexia?" Tokyo muttered, looking at the Latvian from behind sunglasses.

She said nothing, simply stared at the fire, before slowly turning and walking away. Driver shrugged at the assembled cast, before walking off to catch up with her girlfriend.

"Beep?" Dutch screamed inside the building, before stumbling and coughing violently. The movement shifted the smoke in such a way that she could see through to Beep, who was lying on the floor, the flames lapping at her clothes, as she was trapped under a steel beam.

"Bekah!" Ava shouted, coughing as she rushed towards her friend.

"Ava," the girl coughed, blood dripping from her mouth, "what are you doing here?"

"Hold on, I’m gonna get you outta here," the taller girl told her, "don’t worry Beep."

"Ava, get out of here," Rebekah muttered, "I’m not getting out of here alive."

"No, I’m not letting you die like this." Ash spat defiantly into the fire behind her, before moving to grab the beam, however as she made contact she immediately drew back her hand, the metal singeing her skin.

"Go," Beep whispered, blood leaking from the area where the beam lay, "don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine up there."

Ava paused, staring deep into the Chilean’s eyes, before nodding sadly.

"I won’t forget you Beep," Ava cried, "thank you."

"Go, before it’s too late." She said cheerfully.

The girl stood, nodding at her friend. As she turned to walk away, Beep raised her voice a final time.

"Ava? Thank you for being there." She shouted, before wincing.

Ava nodded, holding her fingers in a love heart shape, before running back out of the warehouse.

[night-city-valentines]

Elie

"So, you’re a god?"

Elie sighed, resting his cane against the wall.

"No," he replied, "and don’t use that word again. It’s disgusting."

He waved a hand and his top hat flew off, resting atop his golden cane, which was somehow standing without support.

"What are you then?" Yi asked, perplexed by the appearance of this strange man.

"I am an incorporeal being of immense power, and near immortal strength." Elie smirked, adjusting his skinny tie and sitting down on nothing.

"So…a god?" Yi asked hesitantly, earning a cold glare from the being.

"In layman’s terms, yes," he grunted, "but all you need to know, is that I made you."

Yi scoffed at this, turning away to continue her walk home.

"What? You don’t believe me?" Elie laughed, his cane and hat appearing in their rightful places on his body.

"No, I don’t, Mister Floaty-Man." Yi thought to herself.

"Well then," Elie’s voice protruded into her mind, shocking her still, "let me prove it."

"You’re in my head." She screamed aloud, shivering as she felt the physical effects of his essence leaving her mind.

"Oh, that’s right, I’m telepathic," he bragged, "I’m also omnipotent and omniscient."

"But not omnibenevolent?" Yi questioned, regaining her composure for a moment.

"Told you, I’m not a god." Elie reminded her, before spinning his cane in his hand, slamming it to the ground with a glimmer of light, and the two of them flew into space.

"Oh no, oh shit," Yi panicked, "I’m in space, I’m actually in space!"

"Calm down, the novelty quickly wears off." Elie moaned, throwing his cane to the side, where it scattered into a burst of stars, rejoining the universe.

"O-kay…now I’m curious." Yi admitted, floating backwards in an endless, gentle free-fall.

Elie readjusted his three-piece suit, before checking his watch and gently gliding towards the teenager, leaning on his arm as he approached her.

"Now, let’s get you home," he smiled, "not that time is of any concern to me."

/////

"Why are you really here Elie?" Yi shouted, Elie’s cane pressed up against her throat.

"You wouldn’t believe me if I said." He insisted, as Yi’s kicks knocked his hat off of his head.

"Try me." She gasped for air. Elie glared into her opalescent eyes, the will to fight slowly fading from them, and eventually let her drop.

"Fine," he grunted, throwing his arms out to the side in a dramatic show of his powers, and Yi saw the second hand on her watch slow to a halt, "you possess a ring. The ring of one of my fellow Creators."

"This?" Yi asked, holding up a banded steel ring.

"Yes, that," Elie could barely contain the excitement in his voice, "it belonged to Ovao."

"How many Creators are there?" Yi asked, holding the ring back from Elie’s grasp.

"Four," he explained, "Ovao, myself, Prinya, and Ra’Tuo."

"Like the four horsemen of the apocalypse?" Yi quizzed, trying to buy time, fully aware of the irony in her attempts.

"We inspired the legend of them, yes," Elie continued, "see, while the Horsemen are specialised in dealing with their respective…apocalypse-y stuff, we Creators have exactly the same powers, but have allocated roles…jobs to fulfil if you will."

Elie sat down on Yi’s bed, tossing his hat up in the air and catching it as he spoke.

"And while the Horsemen dealt with strictly destructive characteristics of the World, we deal with both positive and negative. For example, I am responsible for War and Peace. Ovao is responsible for Death and Life. Prinya is responsible for Pestilence and Wellbeing. Ra’Tuo is responsible for Famine and…" Elie paused, "well, whatever the opposite of Famine is.

"We sat, in our little realm, controlling you people and tending to our jobs. Every death is the handiwork of Ovao. Every illness is Prinya’s doing."

"So every war is just because you felt like it? Felt like  destroying lives?" Yi snarled, earning a worried look from the being.

"Yes and no," Elie admitted, "believe it or not, it’s incredibly dull creating an entire realm. But, like a video game that you mortals play, even doing everything there was to do several times over got boring. So we let you go. We gave you the power to shape your own destiny," he paused, thinking of something, "that was around 1202."

"Year of the Fourth Crusade?" Yi asked.

"Eh, 1200 seemed to logical," Elie laughed, magicking away his hat and cane and floating around the room, casting images of historical events.

"The Renaissance, The Ottoman Empire, The War for Independence, The Ōnin War, World War One, World War Two," Elie watched Yi’s expression as images from the participant’s eyes flashed in front of her, "all humanity’s doing."

"You haven’t answered my question." Yi reminded him.

"Ah yes, I was distracted," Elie smiled, dissolving the images, "I believe that you are a descendant of Ovao. See, we weren’t always incorporeal. But we lost our ability to take a form once we gave control over to your miserable species. We still had all our powers, but we could only possess people and things for temporary measures. Eventually, we got separated, but discovered that while we had a form, we’d somehow…" he stopped, blushing, "given our DNA to your race."

"Y’all had sex with humans?" Yi laughed, "isn’t that, like, your version of bestiality?"

"It’s more incest than anything else," Elie grunted, "but in any case, we had people with our powers on Earth."

"So you think that because I have Ovao’s ring, and I’m their descendant, that I might have their powers?" Yi summarised.

"Exactly," Elie sighed, "and, while being an all-powerful being may sound pretty good, I can tell you that…well, it wouldn’t be pleasant for you."

"Why not?"

Elie shook his head.

"That’s not something we need to discuss right now," Elie dodged the question, "but the point is, to protect you and the rest of my creations, I needed to get that ring. Because it’s an artefact that is linked to our people, I can’t just steal it or possess you into giving it to me. You have to willingly hand it over to me."

Yi considered this, before slipping the ring into her pocket.

"I’ll make you a deal," she finally spoke, "you have a month. Convince me that it’s a good idea, and the ring is yours."

Elie nodded, satisfied with this proposition.

"Just remember," he warned, "I can see into your mind, so if you lie about being convinced, I can tell."

"If I’m convinced," Yi shot back, "I won’t have a need to lie."