#but then i realized i had no room for gus' face. so hes not here visually but in spirit (in hidden layers)

[wall-e-gorl]

Free day! Anyone else remember the car bit they did in the ep 0s of arc 5 and 9? I do! i didnt remember it well enough to make the car a limo but heres the dm-mobile for the free day!

[cobraaah]

Sebastian solace x gn reader (fem anatomy but like,, they/them pronouns if that's alr,,) smut,,, breeding kink,, or something like that,, preferably with emphasis on size dif and power imbalance,, and perhaps some degrading? PLEASE IM BEGGING SOOOOO HARD

Pairing• [Sebastian ♡ Reader]

A/N• YES!! I originally was gonna do something like this in the first place, so it worked out! I had multiple ideas on how his anatomy would work , like some 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ideas. But I decided to keep it tame since I don't know how 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 you guys are. I still don't know how warnings work, LOL.

Warnings• Smut 18+, breeding, size dif, power imbalance, degrading

Word count• 1.1 K

Discount

Reaching door fifty wasn't the easiest, considering you accidently angered Eyefestation, and you managed to actually survive Pandemonium on a whim. With you being rushed multiple times by Angler and Blitz, you never had the right opportunities to check for data, leaving you with a measly one hundred intel. With a deep breath pushing open door fifty, you're met with the familiar voice of your condescending fishy friend, Sebastian. "Hey, over here." His voice rang through the vent beside you, sounding unexciting as ever. Popping open the vent and crawling through you're met with the tall hybrid, towering over you. As your eyes locked on his bored ones, his fins flared out slightly upon noticing it was you. "Oh! Hello my little minnow, what may you be looking for today? I stumbled upon this black light, it's pretty rare, four hundred Intel for it." A small smirk came on his face as a frown formed on yours. "What's the problem? Couldn't reel in that much Intel so far? Normally, you come in and buy everything, but it seems you're lacking today." A soft tsking noise can be heard from him as his tail flicked. You bit the inside of your cheek, eyeing the black light strapped to his tail. It could come in use against those annoying squiddle later on. "Could you maybe give me a . . discount?" Managing to look back up at him, his gaze still boreing in on you. Silence covered the room as he stared at you before laughing. "A. . A discount?"

His laughter quickly died down as he realized you weren't joking with him. "Awh. . oh.." He glanced off to the side with his eyes squinted, he pops his clawed fingers in a fidgeting motion as he seemed in thought. His esca flickerd for a moment before he turned back to you, "I have a proposition! How about I give you a very generous discount since you're not an annoying parasite like the rest of the little divers they send down here. ." His voice trailed off to something more luscious. "In exchange though, you give yourself up to me?" A patronizing grin formed on his face as he saw the soft blush creep onto your face. Your mouth moved, but nothing came out in protest, just soft stutterd "I. ."'s and "Wha. ."'s fell from your mouth. The embarrassment at the idea picked at your brain. "Are you stupid or something? Did you forget how to speak?" The snarkness in his voice makes your stomach flutter. "I guess. ." Timidly accepting his terms, his grin comes back, briefly flashing his sharp teeth. "Well then, shall we get started, my dear?"

Sebastian is leaned against the wall, he's already ripped off your diving gear, leaving you bare on top of him. With your back flushed against his chest, two of his lower arms hold onto your waist, covering it completely, holding you in place. "Seb. ." You softly mumble out as your head is tilted down looking at how his tentacle like cock slithers out of the slit a bit under his lower abdomen where his tail like body starts. His unoccupied hand grabs your chin rather roughly tilting it up, his hot breath pants against your neck. His long tongue emerges from his mouth licking along your neck before mumbling something incoherent you couldn't catch onto. You feel his cock rub against your stomach in a sort of rutting motion, pre slicked onto your stomach as Sebastian let out a groan. He slowly guided his cock inside you, you gasp at the unfamiliar feeling of the arrow like head pushing its way deeper into you. The stretch making you gasp as he finally lowered you all the way. He lifted you up effortlessly and pushing you back down, using you like you were nothing. You whimpered at the feeling of him biting down on your shoulder to muffle his groans. Your mouth forms a 'o' shape as the head of his cock kisses your cervix and the small bumps on the underside of his member rubbing against spots you never knew existed, making your vision haze with pleasure.

His thrusts pick up, using you effortlessly. "Fuh. . hah.. fucking take it." He groans against the nape of your neck. "Jeez. . humph.. m'gonna fuck you till you're stupid. You won't mind right?" His patronizing tone resurfacing as you respond with choked gasps and whimpers. "Aww you can't even form any words, you're so fucking dumb. My dumb little toy." He harshly groaned against your ear, feeling how you're walls clenched around him as he said that. "Such a dirty, dirty little thing." He nipped against your neck as he neared his climax, your eyes open up slighty as you hear a soft thumping noise. Glancing over you see Sebastians tail wagging against the floor. "Drive me so crazy. . m'gonna fill you up. Yeah?" His voice wavers into soft hitches as you feel him twitch inside you. The feeling of one of his hands dragging down your stomach to the clit, roughly flicking the pad of his finger back and forth, desperate for your release on him. That familiar burning feeling in your stomach quickly builds up. With a few final flicks of his finger you let out a whimper as you reach your climax and cum around his cock. He twitches inside you for a final time before roughly slamming you down all the way on him, groaning against your neck as he stuffs your tiny cunt full of his cum. He holds you down for a few more moments before his grip on you softens.

Both of your soft pants and breaths fill the room as you come down from your highs. Gently lifting you off of his retreating member, he helps you get dressed again in your gear. "And heres your promised discounted item, my sea fireflie." A sofend grin formed on his face as he picked the black light off his tail and handed it to you. "Th. . thanks.." You mumbled as you leaned against the table next to him, having a hard time standing up. "Maybe discounts for you will be more frequent. Don't cha' agree?" A snicker left him as you collected yourself. "Thanks Seb." You mumbled your goodbyes to him and crawled back through the vent. "Goodbye." He said, dragging it out longer than he should.

[mammonscheeks]

obey me brothers reacting to a malnourished mc

⤑ a/n: I feel like this is the most canon writing I’ve ever done yet... enjoy! 

⤑ warnings: none 

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DEMON BROTHERS REACTING TO A MALNOURISHED MC 

“Hey, MC! You’re lucky because you get to go out with The Great Mammon tonight! We’ll hit the casino n’ leave with our pockets stuffed, and then we can go clubbing! What d’ya say?” 

“...”

“MC?” 

Mammon put his warm hands on your shoulders and shook gently, not used to your lack of response. He furrowed his eyebrows as he caught sight of the dark bags under your dull eyes. 

“Yeesh, MC! Did ya get into a fight or something?” Mammon joked, trying his best to hide the fact that he was worried about his human. 

“Huh?” you blinked as you realized you had just been zoning out. “I, uh.... Shit! I forgot my potions textbook in my room, I’ll see you all later!” 

“Language,” Lucifer sternly reminded you as you haphazardly scurried out of the classroom, your mind "lagging” as Leviathan would put it. The demon brothers watched you leave, shooting odd looks at each other. 

“I don’t think MC’s been getting enough sleep,” Belphie yawned.

“As much as I hate to agree with Belphegor, he’s right. They seem quite fatigued.” Lucifer said, staring intently at his brothers. “Leviathan, did you force MC to play video games with you all night again?”

“Don’t accuse me first,” Leviathan grumbled. “But no, I was catching up on some anime alone last night.”

“Maybe MC needs to eat some more,” Beelzebub said, snacking on some chips despite the ‘no food’ sign in the front of the classroom. “Oh, I have an idea! Let’s get Luke and Simeon to cook a celestial feast.” 

“You obviously only want that for your own self interest,” Satan rolled his eyes. “I’ve read a book on this. Maybe MC’s malnourished? Humans are fragile, of course. Additionally, the Devildom provides little natural light from the sun like in the human world.” 

“I know just the cure!” Asmodeus gasped, pulling up Akuzon on his D.D.D. “Aaand it’s ordered!” 

“You better not have used my Akuzon account for whatever beauty product you bought,” Leviathan raised an eyebrow. 

“Oh hush, Levi. Trust me, this will fix MC up right away!” 

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

The package arrived by the end of the school day, thanks to Levi’s Akuzon Prime subscription. 

Mammon held up a colorful piece of gelatin in his hand, inspecting it thoroughly. 

“So this... Vitamin gummy... Is gonna help MC? This tiny little colorful thing? Seriously?” He grunted. 

“Wow... Humans are weaker than I imagined,” Satan frowned, squishing one in his hand. “They have to eat these to stay alive?”

“Beel, don’t you dare think about eating MC’s gummies,” Belphegor scolded his twin. 

“And don’t forget, I also got MC a sunlight lamp!” Asmodeus’ eyes glittered. “Apparently, these provide light therapy by tricking the human body into thinking they’re receiving natural light!” 

“It seems that humans have weak minds then,” Lucifer sighed. “Either that, or we’ve been fooled.” 

You walked into the HOL, stifling a yawn. Your entire body felt heavy from fatigue. It seemed like you had taken the human world’s abundance of sunlight and Vitamin D for granted. Solomon had helped you by casting a energy spell for the first few months you had lived here, but even that was starting to wear off.

“MC!” Mammon basically tripped over his brothers to rush to you. “Take one before you die!” 

Startled, you looked up just in time to see Mammon basically shoving a gummy in your mouth, before you were immediately blinded by Asmodeus holding a warm light in your face. 

You covered your face and squinted your eyes, seeing the eager and expecting eyes of the demon brothers. 

“Guys, what are you doing?” You questioned. This was pretty unexpected, but you were used to the brothers pranks and shenanigans. 

“We just wanted to help! We heard you were malnutritioned because it’s always dark in the Devildom!” Mammon said. 

“So we bought a sun lamp and some vitamin gummies for you,” Belphegor yawned. 

“Aw, guys... Thank you!” You smiled happily. Even though you hadn’t told the brothers explicitly what was wrong, thinking you could take care of it yourself, they had of course, noticed. Your heart swelled with appreciation, until you noticed that the brothers were still staring at you expectantly, like you were about to turn into some mutant creature. 

“Uhh.. You guys do know that it’ll take a few days for my body to recover, right?” You shrugged. 

“Oh..” Satan sighed, as the brothers looked disappointed. “I thought the effects would have been immediate.” 

“Laaame,” Leviathan said. “A power-up type feature would have been way cooler! Like, imagine if MC ate that thing and grew 10 feet in size to defeat the final boss!” 

“That’s fine, MC. Just focus on resting. I’ve excused you from classes for the rest of the week,” Lucifer said. “This is an quality of humans we should have researched more during the planning stage of the exchange program. Diavolo also sends his apologies.” 

"Thank you Lucifer, but it’s no big deal,” you smiled. “Well, I’m going to go take a nap now.” 

"I’ll come with,” Belphegor yawned. 

“Oh no you don’t!” Mammon yelled, running after the two. “I’m the only one allowed in MC’s bed!” 

“Hey, don’t forget about me! I’m bringing the lamp!” Asmo cried, waving it in the air. 

“You know, I also read that cuddling with a partner can help fatigue,” Satan blushed, following behind. 

“I’ll bring some snacks for us,” Beelzebub called after. 

“I’ll bring my TSL movies so we can have some background sound!” Leviathan ran after. “Don’t you dare start without me!” 

Lucifer sighed, looking after his brothers scrambling to get to MC. From having spells backfire on you, battling unique health concerns, and getting preyed on by lower-ranking demons, your acclimation to the Devildom had faced many obstacles. However, Lucifer knew that he and his brothers would do anything to ensure you had a support system. 

As you fell asleep with the weight and warmth of your favorite people around you, you couldn’t help but feel loved and cared for. 

[tihgnari]

ꕤ 43. something more valuable

tw: sorta? kidnapping, violence / wc: 1k

you're currently sitting on the softest sofa known to man, staring back and forth as ayaka takes matters into her own hands. you weren't in the best of moods after getting shot down by aoki while trying to convince her to text ayato; she was so stubborn it felt like you were talking to a damn wall. 

"think of it this way," ayaka says, looking at a cross-armed aoki straight in the eye as they paced back and forth in the middle of the suite's living room. "you ask ayato where he is, he responds, then we go meet him, yn and him make up, and voila! no more wedding! happy ever after for everybody! doesn't that sound amazing?"

your eyebrows raise when you see the cogs working in aoki's brain.

ayaka sends you a tiny non-verbal message, and you immediately catch on. "right! if you ask him for us now, ayaka herself will guarantee ayato will no longer be your problem. i think that's a win-win situation right there."

aoki sighs. "...fine. i'll go ask him."

—

the hotel he's checked in may not be as fancy as the principe, but when he's too busy running away from a loveless marriage forced onto him, even a shabby inn can feel a hundred times better than the five star hotel his grandfather had arranged for them. 

"this hotel's kinda good, too, don't you think?" you whisper at ayaka inside the elevator, but there were too many people crammed into the cart for you to see her expression in the elevator's mirrored walls. 

"the carpets look unmaintained and the plants at the lobby are plastic but sure, the hotel's a-okay—ouch!" 

you pinch her side, panicked, before looking around if an employee might've overheard your conversation. 

"yn, i'm telling the truth," ayaka defends herself. "we just walked in, asked if an ayato kamisato had checked in in this establishment, they said yes and even gave us his door number. how is this safe? what if we were debt collectors or… or a gang looking for him? like—come on, is customer privacy not a thing here?"

ding!

"alright, this is our floor," you mutter, pulling a still complaining ayaka's wrist through the throng of people. you can still hear her talking as you walk down the hallway, silently chanting the door number of ayato's room as you pass by. 

502… 503… 504… there! 505!

only when you raised your fist to knock on the mahogany door did you realize there's a slight tremble in your hand. for a split second, you froze, the reality of the situation and what you're about to do and who you're about to face suddenly becomes too real and too overwhelming for you. 

"hey." 

ayaka gently squeezes your shoulder. 

"i know my brother, and i know he'll forgive you."

"thank you."

you knock. three times. your heart rate spikes when you hear movement on the other side of the door. heavy footfalls on the carpet, striding closer to the door. you see the door knob turn, practically hearing the mechanism inside turning into place as the door swings open and—

"girls, i've been expecting."

"wait, what? grandpa?!"

that was the only thing you heard, until a heavy object came in contact with the back of your head, successfully knocking you out cold. 

—

when you come to be, your head's still aching and you just want to go right back ahead to sleep, but the two people screaming didn't let that happen. the room seems to be barren and incredibly small. even in your half-conscious state, you've registered this fact solely for how loud their voices jumped within the small room. 

"what is the meaning of this, grandpa?! order them to untie me right this instant! i'm your granddaughter for god's sake!"

ayaka seems to have already grasped the full length of the situation you both were in. not that you were surprised. 

you were slowly but surely coming to, but the room has yet to notice. 

"i can't believe you just hit my best friend with a metal bat, you asshole! you're going to pay for that!" ayaka hisses at the person standing on her side. she recognizes his face. a guard his grandfather had since before she even came to be in this world. 

"i don't see any fault in my actions. she may be your friend as you so claim but to me? she's a lowly scum who managed to seduce my grandson and turn him away from me. ayato had always understood his duty of marrying for the sake of the family business—for my sake."

ayaka used to adore her grandfather as she never had a proper father figure in her entire life. but only now is she seeing the ugly truths her childlike mind had been too ignorant to miss. 

"what grandfather even makes—"

"i can't possibly fathom what this woman has that made ayato threaten his mother saying he'll renounce his inheritance! to make him want to leave behind everything i've built for this family! such selfishness should not be tolerated!"

"that's because he found something more valuable!"

you flinched at the resounding slap you heard. 

it was a split-second action. something that a normal person could've missed if he was too preoccupied with something else — but nothing slips past the current head of the kamisato family. 

"i see you're awake," he says, addressing you. "good. both of you should hear what i'm about to say next." 

their grandfather straightens his robes, adjusting the grip he has on his sterling-silver walking cane topped with an extravagant, swarovski-studded japanese camellia — the kamisato family crest. 

"i'm done tolerating your tricks, ayaka, may this punishment straighten your priorities and remind you that nothing is more important nor valuable than family. ayato and aoki are to be wed, and not one of you is to spoil those plans. you both will remain here, inside this room, locked away with no communication to the outside world at least until the ceremony is over. i'd hate to do this, but you girls left me with no choice."

he turns to leave and ayaka screams at the top of her lungs. 

"mom will never forgive you for doing this to me!"

her grandfather stops, standing at the frame of the door. 

"no, child. it's your mother that should ask for my forgiveness for raising such an insolent child like you."

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a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

notes — yay chapter bc im in a good mood cuz i won my 50/50 hehe pray i get his cons and signature weap after i offer scara all my savings lmao

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[thespiritssaidso]

Happy Birthday to Psych!

Summary: It’s midnight when Lassiter is woken up to the sound of someone breaking in.

Notes: AHHHH HAPPY BURTHDAY TO PSYCH!!! IT’S OFFICIALLY 18 YEARS OLD NOW!!!

@sothisiswhoiam @arrowheadedbitch @obsidiancreates @blueskiesandstarrynights

Lassiter woke up to the sound of floorboards creaking. This wasn’t unusual, what with there being three people living in this house. There was bound to be someone awake.

But he looked to his side and saw Marlowe fast asleep. And down the hall he could just make out Lily’s door, which was still shut. Someone else was making noises in his house.

Reaching under his nightstand, he grabbed his pistol that was taped to the bottom. He grabbed the cane beside his bed as well.

As quietly as someone still recovering a stroke can, he scooched himself out of the bed and tiptoed to the source of the sound — the kitchen.

In the dim moonlight coming from the window, he could see a figure hunched over one of the cabinets, rooting through its contents.

Lassiter didn’t say a word. He recognized that figure anywhere. Sadly.

Letting his arm fall to his side, he shuffled to the light switch. He flicked it on, startling the person going through his stuff. They hit their his against the top of the cabinet, letting out an ‘ow’ and a groan.

Shawn shot up, hand still holding the back of his head. “Lassie! Happy- put the gun down- happy anniversary!” Surprisingly, Shawn managed to keep his tone down so as not to wake up the other occupants of the house.

Lassiter responded in an equally quiet voice, but one that was still nonetheless full of anger and indignance at having his been broken into. “First of all: no, I will not be putting my weapon away. Second: what do you mean, anniversary? Marlowe and I got married in April. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s currently the seventh of July.”

Shawn put a dramatic hand over his heart. “Lassie. I’m shocked and frankly very offended you don’t remember. Today marks the 18th anniversary of you threatening to arrest me and also inadvertently starting Psych!” He grabbed a cake that Lassiter hadn’t noticed from off the counter.

In very, very, tiny writing was ‘Happy 18th anniversary of the time you tried to get me arrested and also accidentally kickstarted the Psych detective agency!’ The last part seemed to have been squeezed in, circling around the curve of the cake as the top ran out of room.

“What is this?”

“It’s chocolate cake. I didn’t know if you were a vanilla or chocolate kind of guy, so I guessed. I do know that you’re not a mint guy, that’s for sure-”

“Wait, hold on.” The meaning of the last part of the cake hit him like a truck. “You’re saying that… I’m the reason you started Psych with Guster?” Lassiter leaned against the wall. This- no, he wasn’t…

“Well, yeah.” Shawn set the cake back down on the counter. “If it wasn’t for you I’d probably be halfway across the country in a diner scrubbing tables.”

Lassiter, after shoving his gun in the waistband of his pajama pants, ran a hand down his face. Great. The very thing that annoyed him for 18 years was only there because of him.

“Okay- well- nevermind. Why are you in my house at 2 in the morning? Without having been invited in either.”

“Lassie, I am not a vampire. I do not need to be invited to places to be able to enter them. Also I used to live here, I still have the key.”

“I had all the locks changed the moment we moved in.”

“And I noticed, so I made new keys.”

“This is breaking and entering, Spencer. Do you not realize the gravity of this situation?”

“No. Anyways. This is an important celebration! Jules and Gus even came. They’re outside in the Dualberry right now, hopefully still awake.”

‘O’Hara was here?’ He looked out and, sure enough, there was the dual-steering-wheel car, and inside was Gus in the passenger seat and Juliet in the back.

“Well…”

“Can I come?”

Both men startled, and whipped their heads toward the person who spoke. It was Lily, sitting on the counter and stuffing her face full of chocolate cake. No fork or knife needed. Only her hands, which were covered in cake crumbs and frosting.

Lassiter sighed. “No, no no. We’re not going anywhere tonight, young lady. But we are going to go to the bathroom to wash yourself off. Again.”

“But Daaaaad-”

“But Lassieeeee-”

Lassiter groaned. “When did I get two children?”

“Lily, show him the super sad face.”

“The what-?” Lassiter stopped and watched as his daughter gave him puppy eyes. Something she had never actually done to him. However, it looked practiced. “Nope. Not buying it.”

“Do it with the paw.”

Lily started fake whimpering, and licked her hand to further sell the sad-puppy act. Lassiter felt himself crumbling.

Finally, he gave in. “Now that’s not fair.”

She immediately lost the act, donning instead a look of giddiness. Shawn reached out a fist, which she eagerly bumped with her own.

A soft grin made its way on Lassiter’s face. “Wash off before you leave, I don’t want you covered in food for longer than necessary.”

Lilly mock-saluted him. “Aye aye, Captain Chief Dad.”

Soon they had all piled into the car. Shawn and Gus in the front, Juliet and Lassiter in the back with Lily squeezed between them.

“First stop: the old Psych office!”

Lassiter looked outside at the night sky, they pulled out, Shawn and Gus starting to bicker over who was steering, Juliet talking to Lily about her summer break. How had he gotten roped into this?

—————

Notes: thank you psychos discord for coming up with this

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[klbwriting]

Adventures in Atlantean-Sitting

Chapter 3

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Orm tries to escape, but YN is ready for that

Arthur was gone and it was just Orm and YN now. She was smiling as she led him back to the bedroom. He looked around, supposing it would do. He sat on the bed and winced a little. YN cocked her head to the side, eyebrows raising. Orm forced a smile.

“Someone is a grumpy gus today,” she said. Orm’s smile dropped. “O come on, I’m not going to hover over you 24/7, you’re a grown man, but you have to stay here. Someone wants to get you in trouble in Atlantis and I have a feeling Arthur wouldn’t like that. And since he is my friend, I’m going to keep you safe.” He rolled his eyes.

“I can just leave, disappear into the wilderness,” he offered. She pointed out the window where you could see nothing but trees.

“That’s what you just did honey, and guess what I have a roof and free food for you, so how about you stop bitching and settle in?” she said. He sat back a little in surprise. She was so smiley and overly kind just a second ago, what was this? “Now, I’m going to bake some cookies to celebrate your arrival, stay here. I’m sure Arthur doesn’t want to have come back right away.” She turned on her heel and left the room. After a few minutes Orm heard her in the kitchen and he sighed. He noticed her watching him through the doorway, making sure she circled the room as she mixed something in a bowl.

“Perfect,” he grumbled. He had to at least wait a day. Then he knew getting a message to Arthur would take more than a few minutes, he would be well into his duties again tomorrow. Too busy hopefully to come track Orm down right away. He would wait a day and then tomorrow he would turn on the charm, get her to settle down and stop watching him so closely. Then he would make his escape, find a bus station and head to the other side of the country as fast as he could.

The next day Orm sat at the table having yet another chocolate chip cookie from the batch that YN had made. He had to admit, him running would mean no more cookies and that was almost a reason to stay. YN was reading a book on the couch, but she hadn’t turned a page in about ten minutes, so he figured she was listening for him to move more than reading. He sat back, making a small noise in the chair and he saw her sit a little straighter, head tilting as she listened. He smirked.

“So you just live here all alone? Do you have visitors? Friends? Family?” he asked. She closed her book and turned to face him. She looked pained for a second before masking her face as neutral. He almost regretted asking.

“My family kicked me out when I was a teenager. I knew more than I should about what my parents were doing in their free time,” she said. “Rest of the town wasn’t too pleased what I knew about them either.” She looked at him. “I always know where someone I touch is. I didn’t have very good control over the power then. Friends get weird around me once they realize what I can do, and visitors? You were brought here for a reason. My house is completely off the map, not even the utility places that provide me basics knows I’m on the books, if anything goes wrong I contact Batman and he takes care of it. But don’t think I know who Batman actually is, I don’t pry either.” Orm stared at her. She had it rough it seemed, no real connections in her life other than the Justice League, who seemed to just use her for their own purposes. It was sad. She seemed sweet, was very kind, and from the little they talked she was tough and funny too. He sighed, he still needed to run.

“I’m the only person who has been here for more than a few minutes?” he asked. She huffed, clearly uncomfortable with this conversation. “I’ll take that as a yes. You know, if you’re lonely…”

“Are you about to try and seduce me?” she asked, eyeing him. Orm turned bright red, time to rethink his strategy.

“No, actually, that was not my intention. I was going to say if you were lonely, you could go out to the city, I’ll go with you, and we could go anywhere you want,” he said. She still was staring at him before shaking her head. He moved to walk over to her, leaning on the couch behind her, looking down at her face. “Ok, no city, how about just a hike? Something to get out of the house for a while? Please?” He put on the nicest, kindest smile he could. It took a long second, but she smiled back.

“Fine,” she said, getting up and putting on her shoes. Orm did the same. This was perfect. He was going to be faster than her and he could easily escape once they got far enough away. He had money in his wallet, and he didn’t need anything that was in his duffle. Maybe he would send for it later once he got settled somewhere and all this died down. He would apologize to YN then too, he didn’t want to do this, but he had to get away.

They started by leaving the cottage and heading behind the house where there were several different trails. She started down one, not asking which way he wanted to go. She seemed to have a destination in mind, and he would let her lead. She kept glancing back at him, making sure he was following. He slowed after they got several hundred feet from the house and when she seemed distracted, he took off. He heard a frustrated shout, but he was already off.

Several hours later and Orm was at a bus station in Coast City again, waiting for his bus to leave. His leg bounced nervously, not wanting to be caught here. But he had an eye on the main entrance and assumed he was safe. He had no idea how many connections YN had.

Darrell, one of the janitors, let YN in through an employee entrance that was no where near the main entrance. She took her time getting the tack ready, watching Orm sitting and staring at the door. He really thought his would work, what an idiot. She approached him, being quiet and slow, in case he sensed something was wrong. She could see him about to turn and look at her but lucky for her a fight started near the terminal gates, and his focus went to that. She took advantage, pushing the tack into the back of his neck before stepping over the back of the bench and sitting next to him, cuffing him with a special bracelet. Orm groaned, feeling like energy and strength was draining out of him.

“What did you do to me?” he asked, trying to touch the tack, but it shocked him when he got too close.

“Well, I work with a lot of superheroes but also supervillains. I have developed ways to make sure those with powers are disabled before I try and take them in. The tack has a low dose tranquilizer, not enough to make a superpowered person sleep, but enough to make them relatively docile for several minutes, leaving me time to snap this cuff on them. This is an inhibitor; it completely removes your abilities. I know, because I used it on Arthur before,” she said. “Let me know when you get feeling back into your legs, we can go back to my place then. And don’t try getting the cuff off, it knows my DNA, if you try to do it it’ll dose you with the tranq again and it’ll shock you for being cheeky.” Orm growled. “O don’t try to flirt with me now.” YN smirked at him. Orm just glowered.

“I think I can walk again,” he muttered, arms folded like a petulant toddler. YN simply nodded and stood, taking his arm like they were a couple having a quarrel. She walked him out of the station and to her car parked nearby. Once they were driving, she sighed.

“I don’t want you here anymore then you want to be here Orm, but I promised I would protect you, keep you from going back to prison or worse, getting executed, and that is what I’m going to do,” she said. Orm glared out the window. “Ok, you don’t have to talk to me, but I am sorry that you are in this situation. I’m sure this just feels like another prison, and from what Arthur has told me you’ve been imprisoned in one way or another your whole life. I hope you will let me show you that yes, you have to stay with me, but it is in no way a bad thing. I’m not going to hurt you, abuse you, use you, none of that.” Orm looked at her and saw her focusing on the road ahead, but he could see in her eyes that she understood something of his predicament. She was also being forced to deal with him, and she was in a prison of her own in some respects. He sighed.

“Thank you, for taking care of me. And for the cookies,” he said finally. She smiled.

“I made some more while I was waiting for you to stop moving, although your side trip into that adult store, what was that about?” she asked. Orm blushed, having had no idea what was meant by ‘adult’.

“Needed a bathroom,” he finally admitted. YN laughed out loud, and he found it was a sweet sound, something he would like to hear again.

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

quick little drabble based on @famkoe's prompt: the chief has reluctantly approved an undercover mission starring lassiter. Lassiter is determend to show how great he is at this. Shawn is Just confused about why lassie Just walked into his favourite gay bar.(shassie)

Sean was two drinks in on the dance floor. His shirt had mysteriously unbuttoned itself and the DJ was halfway through [music]. And the edges of his world were starting to get fuzzy just the way he likes them.

gus had refused to come tonight on account of "there are never any girls at that place"to which Sean pointed out

"Gus, don't be a limp piece of confetti in the morning after a birthday party. that's the point buddy. no girls just men. And some boys. A fair few lads as well. Come on. We see girls all the time. "

unfortunately, Sean had lost that argument, and so it was forced to face the gay club alone. :(. he was working to rectify that situation, settling up to a taller man With an umbrella in his cup, when something caught Sean's eye.

He tilted his head and squinted – inwardly smiling at what Gus's reaction would've been – and focused on the shoes he could just make out from behind a throng of people across the bar.

he recognized those dark brown men's casual loafers from somewhere. Flipping for his memory, he realized they were the same shoes Lassie have been wearing that day at the police station.

Sean abruptly left the conversation he had been half paying attention to holding up a finger in the direction of tight pants. he hurried over to the crowd of people and yes. It was detective Carlton Lassiter.

well, Carlton Lassiter yes. Detective? Sean had never seen a detective wearing nothing but a tight green mesh top and Jean shorts with a bandanna in both back pockets. Lassie's back was pressed up against a bar, overwhelmed by the five men all crowding around him, trying to buy him drinks. Sean grabbed his elbow and said loudly "come on Ted. Let's get you home. " And turn it to the nearest bathroom.

when they reached the men's room shawn pulled carlton through the door as 2 other men stumbled out, far more inebriated that shawn was.

"spencer what the hell are you doing here? i won't have you blowing my cover just because the chief wouldn't put you on the bone street case." lassie hissed at him while checking under the stall doors for eves-droppers

"bone street? blow your cover? lassie i was just dancing when i saw those horrible shoes, i mean, seriously man, who wears boat shoes to a night out? don't answer that i have a better question, how did it work?? those twinks were crawling all over you maybe i should dress like it's my uncle's wedding next time"

"they're not boat shoes spencer they're men's casual shoes. they go with any outfit even..." lassiter looked down and looped a finger around a black and gold string of his shirt "this thing" he finished

shawn looked down at the taller man's shirt, unable to stop staring at the waves of salt and pepper hair tangled in the tight garment

"shawn!" he yelled. shawn looked up, getting the feeling his name had been said several times.

just then a knock came at the door and the two made eye contact, lassiter determined and shawn mischievous.

before the detective could say anything shawn said

"lassie do you trust me?"

"no."

"well, you can't be hiding a gun in those shorts and we're on my turf so just follow my lead" he said quickly as the door handle turned

"i- what? sha-" lassiter spluttered as shawn stood on his tiptoes to meet his lips

as their mouths touched shawn pushed him to the wall, one hand up by his face, pinning him in and the other slipped underneath the waistband of the jean shorts by carlton's hip.

shawn broke the kiss for a split second as the door was opening to hiss "hands on my ass big boy"

carlton complied, not entirely sure if he liked being called a big boy but the zing that went through his body as he awkwardly grabbed shawn's but was undeniable.

through the rushing in his ears lassiter could hear a quiet chuckle from the door way and a man say "i'll just use the ladies' then" before the door closed

expecting shawn to stop he put his hands down, but instead shawn's teeth moved lower to meet his ear. in a moment he would deny later, carlton closed his eyes, waiting for shawn to kiss his neck, but instead shawn whispered in a jovial and seductive tone "by the way, ted, the guy in the with the orange shirt who was trying to buy you a whiskey killed that girl two weeks ago. you might want to bring him in for questioning" before walking out the door and back onto the dance floor, leaving carlton reeling

[afewproblems]

Difficult Days Part Two

You can find Part One Here

CW: Homophobic language (F-slur), period typical homophobia, and anxieties about being perceived as gay by homophobes. The slur is used once in this by the main character in reference to the above anxieties.

***

It's solidified for Shawn in junior year that he's never had someone in his life like Gus.

It feels like it should go without saying, Gus has always been someone he could lay out his darkest truths to and his best friend wouldn't bat an eye. 

Sure, there would be a joke to cut through the tension in Shawn's shoulders, something to make him laugh, nothing less than what Shawn would do for Gus in return.

This is what family is supposed to do. 

This is what Shawn keeps repeating, over and over like a mantra, psyching himself up to tell Gus something he's only just now realized about himself.

They have the house to themselves this afternoon, luckily Henry is working late, and Gus has been talking for the last ten minutes, but Shawn hasn't taken in a single word. 

Shawn nods as Gus continues, keeping up the appearance of listening while trying to find the words to begin his own conversation in stops and starts as Gus pops their rented tape into the VCR in Shawn's room.

Every Wednesday, no matter what, Gus and Shawn have a dedicated one on one hangout night. It’s one of the last traditions from their childhood, though they still haven't grown much beyond reading comic books, taking turns playing Donkey Kong, camping in the backyard, or grabbing a rental from Blockbuster with their allowance. No matter how busy either of them got with homework or extracurriculars, both admittedly would not have stopped Shawn, they made time to hang out.

So Wednesday nights are always Shawn and Gus time, even when one of them is hiding earth shattering news that could potentially ruin everything--

Gus crashes into Shawn as he jumps on the bed, slamming him and the vicious thoughts playing on a loop in his head back onto the mattress, whooshing the air from his lungs. 

Gus crows out a victorious laugh, “in comes Gregarious Guster with the chair, taking out the villainous Supercilious Spencer from parts unknown!” 

Gus cups his hands around his mouth as he sits up, “Guster, Guster, Guster--”

“I swear that spelling bee wrought absolute havoc on your vocabulary,” Shawn huffs from the bed, still flat on his back. He manages a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and that is when Gus finally seems to see how quiet Shawn has been.

“Okay, what's up with you?” Gus demands, poking Shawn’s side with a rigid pointer finger, hitting right smack in between his ribs and eliciting a pained squawk from Shawn.

He rolls away slightly, hiding his face and his bruised ribs, wracking his brain trying to find something to stay, because, how the hell does he even begin with something like this?

Because, hindsight being what it is, all the signs were there and for someone with his observation skills it was incredibly embarrassing to have missed this.

Around freshman year, right around the time the other boys in their grade started talking about girls and their smiles, about supermodels and their legs. 

And it wasn't as if Shawn didn't notice these things, he absolutely did. 

Abigail Lytar with her waves of brown hair flecked with copper, her heart shaped face and big brown eyes? Talking with her always made his hands clammy and his stomach feel like it was rolling in summersaults.

But when Anthony Llewellyn knocked Shawn's backpack out of his hands after slamming into his back freshman year and didn't stop apologizing until he had picked up the bag and given it back to Shawn, it felt like the earth had stopped spinning.

Anthony's warm hazel eyes, that were more green than brown, and crooked smile made Shawns face feel strangely numb and his chest fluttery.

Almost the same way he felt with Abigail earlier that month. 

Shawn watches him leave, rendered speechless for the first time in his life, and finds himself waving stupidly as Anthony leaves for his next class with a dimpled smile stretched over his face.

It isn't long before Anthony becomes a fixture in Shawn and Gus’ life, hanging out at lunch, sitting together in class when their time tables do manage to match up. 

The three of them get along like a house on fire…for the most part.

“Looks like they're pulling out all the stops for the next Governor debate,’ Anthony says in lieu of a greeting as Shawn and Gus arrive at their usual cafeteria table, he has a copy of the Santa Barbara Independent in front of him and is lazily flipping through pages as Shawn takes a seat beside him while Gus sits across from them both.  “Why do you have that?’ Gus asks with a frown, ‘scratch that, how do you have that?” Anthony raises a single eyebrow at Gus, looking down at the paper and then at Shawn with a conspiratorial grin, “you're hilarious Burton, like you don't walk past the news rack on your way into the building every morning, besides, I need it for my Current Events unit. “See, Shawn here gets it,” he continues throwing an arm, heavy and warm, across Shawns shoulder, tugging him into Anthony's side. Shawn feels his ears burst into flames at the contact and can't quite stop the goofy grin from taking over his face. “Well, this isn't History,” Gus says, reaching into his backpack for his brown bag lunch that Mrs. Guster packed for him. Bologna on brown with an apple and Wagon Wheel, like they're still little kids. Shawn slowly reaches for his lunch bag, prepping to swap sandwiches with Gus, trying his hardest not to dislodge Anthony's arm from his shoulders. Gus continues, oblivious to Shawn’s herculean trial, “it's lunch time and I for one can't wait to talk about the new Evil Dead movie--” Anthony scoffs, “that slapstick gore fest?” he removes his arm from Shawn and closes the paper. Dammit. “Yeah, it's supposed to be the best one yet,” Gus takes a bite of his apple for emphasis, “I don't know how they're going to top the last one though--" Anthony snorts and starts to get up from his seat at the table, his chair scrapes loudly against the linoleum flooring, cutting off Gus. “As stirring as this conversation was I'm going to head to the library before class, see you in fifth Shawn,” Anthony salutes the pair of them, as he pushes his chair back in and slides the paper off the table before slinging his backpack over his shoulder and making his way out of the crowded cafeteria. Gus lifts his wrist to his face, taking a deliberate look at his watch before leveling Shawn with an unimpressed look, “I think Anthony set a new record for finding any excuse to bail on something other than school”. “Yeah, yeah,” Shawn huffs, reaching for Gus's saran wrapped bologna sandwich and sliding his turkey on rye across the table which Gus takes immediately. “Seriously,” Gus continues, “that guy needs to chill, Sam Raimi's no joke”. “Anthony's super chill, I'm sure he's got a test or something coming up, now where do we think that worm hole spit out our beloved chainsaw wielding Ash?” 

Shawn does his best to try and make it work between his new friend and his best friend.

But, Anthony is usually busy after school, between studying and his debate practice he doesn’t have nearly as much free time as Shawn and Gus. 

Which Gus seems to have no problem with whatsoever, something that baffles Shawn to no end.

It's only ever been something discussed exactly once. 

“Anthony is funny and nice and smart and laughs at my jokes, sure he doesn't play video games but pobody's nerfect Gus!” “Nobody's perfect?” Gus snorts as they roll their bikes towards the racks just outside the mall.  The Santa Barbara Plaza finally brought in new copies of Star Fox after the first shipment sold out nearly overnight, which the pair of boys had been waiting to hit the shelves for weeks.  “I've heard it both ways,” Shawn grins as he locks up his own bike next to Gus who rolls his eyes. They make their way into the air conditioned space and breathe out twin sighs of relief as cool air rushes over them, before making their way into the heart of the Plaza. “It’s not like I hate the guy,” Gus tells Shawn after a beat. “Oh come on Gus, don't be the summer of 68," Shawn says, throwing an arm over his friend's shoulders, “you're still the only one invited to Thanksgiving, not many else get that honor”.  “Well, you know that's right”, Gus smirks briefly before his face shifts into something pensive. “It’s just,” Gus says slowly, carefully, his eyes trace over Shawn’s face before he continues, “the guy’s a bit of a…” “What?” Shawn says sharply, wincing at the clear annoyance in his voice.  Gus seems to chew the inside of his cheek as he takes a breath, “a bit of a--no, you know what he's a snob Shawn--” “No he’s not--” “He’s literally at debate practice Shawn, and it’s not even a school program!” “So what!” “So, why is it so important that I like him?”

And to that, Shawn doesn’t have an answer. 

Over the next year Gus still doesn't warm up to Anthony as much as Shawn --which…it's, it’s fine. 

Really. 

He still doesn't quite understand why he wants Gus to like Anthony so badly, but the need claws against his ribs in a way Shawn can't quite pinpoint.

Contrary to popular belief, Shawn isn't stupid; a fact that his dad would use endlessly to hold him to a higher standard. 

But it isn't until their junior year that the need begins to escalate, and the butterflies intensify until Shawn finally puts two and two together.

It’s at lunch, on a random Wednesday in February, that Anthony leans over to grab his backpack from underneath the cafeteria table, bracing his hand firmly on Shawn's shoulder, and Shawn is met with the overwhelming urge to kiss his friend. 

Oh holy shit.

He wants to kiss Anthony Llewellyn. 

It hits Shawn like a freight train. 

This is why he's always a little flustered whenever Anthony is around, this is why he wanted Gus to like him--to approve of Anthony.

Oh god. Oh god, how was he going to explain this to Gus, how was he going to explain this to his dad.

Shawn’s stomach clenches at the thought of how Henry would react to having a--

Shawn shakes the word from his head, even as the echoes of it continue to reverberate. 

No. 

There aren't any other gay kids at their school, not that Shawn thinks he's…he still likes girls as near as he can tell.

But the apparent lack of gay kids doesnt seem to stop the rest of the student body from throwing the word faggot around, as though it will eventually catch someone out.

He swallows down panic at the thought of the accusation being thrown his way, if Tommy Decker and Marcus Boon were assholes when they were kids, they were nothing compared to some of the jocks in highschool.

Shawn continues to spiral through fourth period science, one of two classes this year he thankfully doesn't share with either Gus or Anthony, before the bell finally rings, releasing them for their final class of the day. 

But Shawn detours, making a beeline for his locker, his heart in his throat the entire way. He dumps his textbooks and notebooks --there's no way he's going to be able to concentrate on homework tonight, slams his locker shut, making a few other teens startle and glare at him as they make their way to class. Shawn breathes out slowly and calmly makes his way to the side door before slipping into the muggy afternoon.

*

Shawn is wallowing faceup on his bed with a pillow on his face when he hears Gus calling his name downstairs. 

Shit. 

Because it’s Wednesday. 

And Gus had excitedly bragged about picking up the last copy of Jurassic Park after waiting over a year for it to finally come to home video.

It's just one night, Shawn thinks as he hears Gus bound up the stairs two at a time, he can get through this without saying anything. He just needs more time to really think about how to phrase it, that’s all.

“Okay, what's up with you?” 

Or not. 

Shawn sits up from the mattress, rubbing at his tender ribs where Gus has jabbed his finger, “I don’t think that chair was regulation, did the commissioner sign off on that thing? Also have they ever explained where ‘parts unknown’ is supposed to be? How can I truly get into character without--”

“Nope,” Gus cuts him off midstream, “nope, you haven't made a face like that since they announced Alicia Silverstone wouldn't be in the Clueless TV show”.

“ABC is nuts if they think we'll accept a lesser Cher,” Shawn hedges, avoiding Gus's sharp stare. 

“Shawn, come on,” Gus says as his eyebrows pinch in a worried frown, “what's going on?”

So much for trying to make it through today without spilling his guts, Shawn thinks to himself.

“Today has been,” Shawn says slowly, swallowing the next words he wants to say, stressful, panicked, hopeless, what if, what if, what if--

“Difficult,” he lands on eventually.

“Okay,” Gus says calmly, though his shoulders have tensed and his eyes scan Shawns face, worry lines intensify as puts the remote on the mattress.

“So, you know,” Shawn says haltingly, trying to breath while looking anywhere but Gus, “do you remember--shit, this is hard”.

Gus stands up from the mattress and Shawn immediately hates the distance, “just spit it out Shawn, how bad can it be? It's not like you have a thing for my sister or something right?” 

Shawn winces slightly at the accusation and Gus freezes briefly before snatching at the discarded pillow on the floor with a groan and presses it into his own face.

“Please,” Gus says, the word muffled by cotton and polyester, “don't tell me you want to date Joy?”

Shawn grins a little at that as he pulls at a loose thread on the corner of his comforter, “uh, no, I mean you're sister's great and all, maybe in another life we'd--”

“Dude!”

“Right,” Shawn tries to take a deep breath as his heart rate begins to increase, it feels like the temperature of his bedroom has climbed ten degrees in the last five minutes, “that actually uh, helps me uh, explain this, sort of?”

Gus nods for him to continue. Well, in for a penny, in for a Kennel --or whatever the saying is.

“So you know how your sister is a girl?”

Brilliant.

Gus levels Shawn with yet another unimpressed glare, “yes Shawn, I live with her”.

Shawn tries to breathe out slowly but the words suddenly begin to fall out of his open mouth, strung together nearly incoherently, “okay, okay, well what if I think she's hot, but I also, I also think I might maybe think that--

“Shawn,” Gus sighs, pinching his nose with a heavy hand, he looks like he's ready to take his tape back, revoke their Wednesday hangouts and Shawn hasn't even confessed anything yet. 

“You have to swear that this stays here,” Shawn blurts out. He swallows heavily as Gus’s eyes widen even more than before, “even if you never want to talk to me again after”.

“Shawn what the hell are you talking about?” Gus yells, his voice panicked now as he steps back to the bedroom door, looking around the hallway once before slamming it shut and whirling around, “explain now!”

“I like Anthony”.

The words hang in Shawn's small bedroom between them, the silence that follows swiftly after only punctuated by Shawn's breaths that come too fast, in and out.

“I-I think, I mean, I, god, I didn't realize it until now but I just…”

Gus stares at him, his normally expressive face completely unreadable now. Shawn can’t stop his lungs from stuttering, it’s like he can’t catch his breath.

“And I do still like girls but I--Gus can you just say something or shoot me so I stop talking, please”.

Gus brings his hands up to wipe at his face, it’s only then that Shawn can see the way they shake slightly.

“Okay,” he says between his fingers, before letting his hands drop to his sides.

Shawn licks his lips, “just…okay? Thats--you’re not--”

“I thought you were going to tell me you murdered somebody or you stole your dads car after which, you would be the murdered one,” Gus snaps, shaking his head with a long slow sigh. He makes his way back over to the bed and sits down beside Shawn.

“Look, I can't say I fully get it, especially the Anthony part of it all, but you're my best friend Shawn, and that trumps everything else”. 

Shawn feels something in his chest that has been coiled tight around his heart since his revelation at lunch begin to loosen. He blinks against the sharp sting at the backs of his eyes and releases a punched out laugh. 

“And I’m relieved Henry isn’t going to murder you” Gus adds, startling another bark of laughter out of Shawn which draws Gus in as well until they’re both laughing like idiots, flat on their backs on the mattress. 

Shawn doesn’t want to think about what Henry’s reaction to this might be, not right now. 

He pushes the thought away, locks it into a box of future worries, because he’s never had someone in his life like Gus, that will accept him as he is. 

And Shawn wants to hold onto that for a little while longer. 

After the credits roll and the sun has deserted the horizon, Gus nudges Shawn with his elbow with a raised eyebrow and a grin.

“So, which one’s hotter, Dr. Grant or Dr. Sattler?”

Shawn snorts out a laugh, his chest bursting with a warm mix of relief and happiness, “Tough call Gus, it might be a tie”.

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[pessimisticoptimistsblog]

A/N: So I finally rewatched the pilot and realized that the extermination happened before the interview Charlie did 🤦‍♀️ BUT! I’m just going to roll with it being set up my way because it’s honestly not a huge factor imo. Anyway, here’s chapter 2!

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter 2

Deal With the Devil

It had been 2 days since the annual extermination, and Madame C and Nia were taking the final calls confirming their clients were all accounted for. It had been close with a few of the more reckless sinners, but thankfully, only a couple of scrapes and bruises had been reported. The real scare had been the inane turf-war on the west side that resulted in a hell hound being put out of work for at least a month. He had been new and inexperienced and made a stupid mistake, resulting in Madame C having to reorganize her roster to cover for his absence. White gloved hands dragged down her shadowed face, the stress from the last few days, and her upcoming meeting with the king of hell himself had made for a headache that pulsed behind her eyes. Nia could feel her boss’s frustration practically rolling off of her, but the she-wolf just focused harder on doing the final check-in.

“Fiona and Gus are good - their charge is accounted for with no issues. And that was the last client we needed to account for! No sinners lost this year, so everyone will get a 1% increase on their next renewal and we all get our bonuses! Yes! I’ve been looking forward to this, got a new bike I’ve had my eyes on for a while now.” Nia began to ramble on about the specs of the motorcycle she hoped to buy as Madame C relaxed back into her chair and watched the she-wolf become more and more animated.

The shadow demon was glad her assistant had found a bright side; Madame C hated any hiccups on extermination days, but at least this year was minor and she could now place her focus on her meeting with Lucifer tomorrow. Time had flown these last few days, her nerves becoming more frazzled as the meeting grew closer. If Lucifer couldn’t help her, at least then she’d know her only hope would be God which meant being voiceless would be forever; but if he just wouldn’t help… well, she’d rather not think of how she’d respond.

Nia closed her notebook loudly startling Madame C out of her thoughts, “Welp, that’s it for all this, boss! I think we’re done for today, a little early too. Should give you plenty of time to prepare whatever speech you plan on giving tomorrow since we both know you probably won’t sleep!” The she-wolf gave a wry grin to her boss, the woman barely slept as it was, it was no doubt her current state of mind had left her unable to rest.

*I’ve had a speech planned for almost 300 years, I’m over-thinking it at this point,” a small grin from Madame C as she paused her hands for a moment. *I do agree, we should stop for today. An early night may help me get some sleep.*

“Can’t argue with the boss! An early night sounds fucking great, I’ve got a couple sleeping pills from Sloth I’ve been dying to try. Don’t worry, though, I won’t be late tomorrow!” During her talk, Nia had gathered her purse and begun heading towards the office doors. Before exiting she looked back at Madame C one last time, “Try to get a little sleep, okay? I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna need all the energy you can get.” And then the hell hound was gone, leaving the shadow demon to gather the rest of the papers on the desk before heading to the file room.

After placing the files in their proper spots and grabbing an energy bar from the kitchen, Madame C headed to the basement where a small gym had been installed as a perk for her employees. And at the very back of the room stood a door only she had a key for, her private studio. After living in hell as long as she had, the shadow demon’s home had been destroyed and rebuilt more times than she cared to remember. This room had stood the test of time, though, and now stood at the base of her building in Pentagram City, protected on all sides by thick concrete and other rooms beyond that. It was the only room Madame C lifted her shadows, besides her room and the curtains were always closed in there.

Locking the door behind her, the woman lifted he cloak of darkness before looking around at her personal sanctuary. The room was fairly plain, mats lined half of the floor for when she wanted to work out, the other half was wood with a small rack of weights, a rolled up yoga mat, a couple bo staffs, and a large mirror that took up most of the wall. Madame C began stretching her arms while looking in the mirror; without her shadows, she was reminded of how human she still looked. Her father had pushed her down here when she had just turned 17 and she had only aged a few years since now looking at most in her mid 20s. Her slow aging was the only perk she was happy to have inherited from her father. She had her mother’s upturned nose, green eyes she was told were her grandmother’s accompanied by dark circles that seemed permanent at this point, and was just over 5 feet tall. Her brown hair was still unruly, now reaching the middle of her shoulder blades. She hated it, her mother’s family all had light blonde hair, but brown hair was entirely her father’s contribution. Thankfully, the only other thing she got from her father were her wings that she always kept tightly pressed to her back.

Tying her hair back and removing her dress to reveal workout shorts and a sports bra, the young woman began to stretch eager to burn off some nervous energy.

~The next day~

Madame C and Nia stood on Lucifer’s doorstep having just knocked on the ornate door. “This place is kinda not as bad as I expected. Figured the king of Hell would have a fancier place, honestly. Not that this isn’t! It’s just, ya know, not what I imagined, that’s all. Also, like how long does it take for someone to op-“ the she-wolf’s nervous rambling was cut off as an imp opened the door before inviting the two women in. He led them up a set of stairs and down a couple hallways before stopping outside of a simple door. He knocked twice before opening it and letting Nia and her boss inside then bowed as he closed the door and left.

The walls were covered in portraits and photos of the royal family and the sins. Nia and Madame C glanced around taking all of them in as well as the desk and large chair sat in front of a floor length window with the curtains drawn closed. In the chair sat Lucifer, his head propped up on one fist while his other hand twirled a pen, boredom clear on his face. Madame C knew of the kings dislike for sinners so she hadn’t expected him to be excited, but his expression set her nerves alight all over again.

“Come, sit. Charlie said this was important, so tell me what it is you need and I’ll decide if it’s something I want to do,” Lucifer droned. His eyes appraised each woman, brows drawing together slightly at seeing one entirely cloaked in darkness.

Nia made it to her seat first with Madame C close behind. After settling, they looked at each other and Madame C began to sign while Nia interpreted. *I am known as Madame C amongst the sinners, you may just call me C if you like. I don’t know what your daughter has told you but I am here to ask if you know of a spell that could break a seal placed by a powerful man. He sealed half of my soul and my voice when I arrived in hell so that I would never be able to reveal his transgressions.* They had rehearsed this part on the drive here, but the demon’s hands still shook lightly, her chest already beginning to constrict from the seal. The two women watched as Lucifer rested his elbows on his desk and placed his chin on his clasped hands. He was staring Madame C down, searching for something, but the demon didn’t know what.

He seemed to have found what it was as he opened his mouth, a resolve clear on his face, “You’re hiding some pretty important details. Either tell me everything, or I won’t even consider helping.” A scowl was set on his face now, and the female demon knew she had no choice but to reveal all of her cards.

Nia reached over to grasp one white gloved hand to show her support. Slowly, the shadowy veil lifted from Madame C to reveal her true form covered in a knee-length, long-sleeved black dress with her hair tied back neatly into a bun, a couple pieces framing her face. She averted her green eyes to the floor, not ready to see anyone’s reaction to her.

Taking a slow deep breath, she began to sign again, *I was 17 when my father found me…*

~Flashback~

Year 1470

She could barely catch her breath, the man- no, the angel was faster than anyone she had ever ran from and he had finally cornered her. She stared at him in fear, wishing she had had more time to train her newfound wings, maybe then she could have escaped him. His eyes were furious, a scowl deep set on his face yet not a hair out of place. Not far behind him she saw a petite woman, another angel judging by her wings, with short white hair catching up as well. Together, their golden eyes held the young girl frozen in place, she knew she was caught.

“Ya know, your mom was a real bitch. What kind of ‘good Christian’ woman seduces an angel? Props to her for actually having you, I guess, but you being alive ain’t really good for my image. Half-breeds aren’t allowed as is, but especially mine? The big-wigs definitely wouldn’t look past that. So unfor-“ Adam was cut off abruptly.

“What are you talking about?! How can you be my father? My mother said my father was a farmer, not an angel. And she would never lie to me! Who even are you?” The girl was yelling by the end, out of breath once again with green eyes wide and confused.

The two angels approached again, the girl toppling back, trying to maintain distance. “Who am I? Bitch, I’m Adam! THE first man, the original man! Also, the reason you’ve got those little wings starting to grow out of your back there, but that doesn’t matter. I’m fucking important, and I can’t have a half-breed ruining what I’ve got up in heaven. Sooo, Lute, you wanna take over?” Adam held his hand toward the other angel now know as Lute as a sadistic grin came over her face.

“We’re going to send you to hell where you belong. And we’re going to make sure you never tell another soul anything. Ever. Again!” Lute grabbed the girl by her shirt collar, lifting her off the ground and closer to her face. “Maybe, if you’re lucky, your whore mommy will still be down there. She probably died again, though, so don’t get your hopes up,” Lute’s grin was sadistic, showing no remorse.

A portal opened under them, Lute flying in, still holding Adam’s daughter with Adam close behind. They landed in a barren area of the pride ring on the outskirts of the growing Pentagram City, the white-haired angel throwing their captive to the hard ground. Adam pulls a book out of his white robes and flips straight to an ear-marked page. His eyes scanned the page, head nodding as he read it over, “Alrighty, just need to draw this thing on your chest - Lute, you mind ripping this shit?” Adam motioned to the young girl’s chest covered by a high necked dress. Lute complied immediately, the girl barely fighting, still in shock by everything happening. “Cool! Now, I just do a little this, and that… What’d you say your name was again? Need that for the seal,” he stared expectantly.

“C-Caelwen. But please-“

Adam didn’t give her a chance to finish before he pushed her back into the ground and motioned Lute to hold her shoulders down. “Listen, kid, I can’t have this reaching heaven. I’ve got a great gig up there, and you’re not gonna ruin it. And I can’t exactly kill you, so this will have to do. Just stay still and let me finish this shit so Lute and I can get the fuck out of here, okay?” Adam didn’t give her a chance to talk again, pricking his finger to add a drop of his blood to the seal he had drawn on her chest. He mumbled a few strange words and suddenly Caelwen felt a fiery heat surround her that began to rapidly squeeze her. It felt like it cut through her body before clenching around her heart. She tried to scream, but nothing came out.

After a couple minutes, the heat settled to a dull burn, and the girl looked to where her two captors stood watching her to make sure their plan had worked. She tried to ask what they had done, but again, nothing came out. Over and over, she tried screaming, yelling, crying, yet nothing escaped her. The angels looked down at her, grins nearly splitting their faces, it had worked.

“Listen, I hate to split before we can bond or whatever, kid, but I’ve got some important shit to take care of in heaven. So, get comfy. You’ll be spending the rest of your life here, unable to ever tell a soul what happened without killing yourself.” Adam’s aura had darkened, making the girl cower further into the ground. “Don’t worry, though! I’m sure a little demon will be along soon to kill you. Have fun!” With that, Lute and Adam flew off into a new portal leaving Caelwen on her own, her dress ripped, and a seal burned into her chest that was fading quickly. Everything hit her all at once, and she dissolved into sobs, wishing she could have stopped them somehow.

~End Flashback~

Madame C, Caelwen, clutched a hand to her chest, doubling over as tears threatened to fall. Her chest burned, and she was shaking, trying to hold in the pain she felt. She could only think it felt like having her heart ripped out with a hand consumed by fire. Nia reached out for her boss, distraught to see her boss in so much pain. Caelwen shakily waved her off, doing her best to sit back up and look towards Lucifer. She was taken aback at the man in front of her, unsure of how to take his response.

Lucifer was seething. He had known heaven wasn’t fond of Nephilim, they had outlawed their creation when the first one was simply proposed and any that were created had their souls reaped within their first 2 years of life by the angel of death. To know now that one had slipped under their radar just to be thrown into his domain and left for dead by her own heavenly father, he was pissed. Adam was a dick to begin with and now this? All to avoid the consequences of his actions.

Lucifer looked to the Nephilim in front of him, seeing her pained expression, he recalled the last part of her story and reached a clawed hand towards her hoping his abilities could lessen the effects of her seal. Once she seemed to relax slightly, Lucifer relaxed and reigned in his anger, he couldn’t hurt Adam due to their agreement, but he could certainly do his part to make the cocky angel pay. “I can’t say for certain that I have the exact book we’ll need, but I will do everything in my power to help you. Unfortunately, if I don’t have what we need, it’s most likely in heaven and it takes time to get a meeting with them if they’re not interested.” Lucifer reached across his desk for Caelwen’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “For tonight, you can sleep here- in a guest room so I can make sure the curse on that seal doesn’t have another wave. And tomorrow, we can start searching the archives. Miss. Nia, you are welcomed to stay as well if you wish. But I do have a decent grasp on sign language if there are other matters you’re needed for?” The king looked between the two women for an answer.

*Go home and rest. Tomorrow you can handle my meeting with Velvette and cancel the others. I’ll call for you if we need you. Thank you. For everything* Caelwen then placed a hand on Nia’s knee, hoping to convey her gratitude the vest she could while still in pain.

Nia grasped her hand in reassurance, “Don’t worry boss lady, I can handle the mutts and assholes while you figure this out.” The she-wolf’s easy grin eased the other girls mind, she knew her assistant could more than handle the office and any bullshit their clients threw their way. Nia rose from her chair and headed towards the door, stopping to wave goodbye to her boss before leaving.

“Let’s get you into a bed so you can rest, okay?” Lucifer’s voice was gentle as he reached for the young girl, noticing her wings peaking out of her dress now that he was above her. Caelwen nodded, looking up at him before placing her hand in his outstretched one. Standing proved difficult as her legs shook and then gave out beneath the Nephilim, with Lucifer quickly scooping her up with a soft ‘I’ve got ya’. Seeing how exhausted the girl was, Lucifer opted to portal to a guest room near his own in case any problems arose during the night. Although it took no time at all, Caelwen was out cold when Lucifer laid her in down in the bed. Seeing her face relaxed in sleep, he could finally take in her features and couldn’t help but notice she certainly inherited the angelic beauty. A clawed hand reached out to brush a stray hair from her face before he quickly shook his head and portaled to his own room, they had a difficult task ahead and he’d need all the sleep he could get.

A/N – I have edited and reread this chapter so many times today. I’m still not completely happy, but if I don’t post it now I’ll scrap it and hate myself later. But, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Chapter 3 probably won’t be out until Saturday because of work, but maybe sooner, we’ll see.

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[anothertimdrakestan]

oooo boy. first, love your writing boo you’re seriously an inspiration <3. secondly, a fic idea: a friend of tim’s flies in to see him bc she moved to maine forever ago, they were like childhood besties. but when they meet again, there’s a mf-ing sPARkk

Memories - Tim Drake x Reader

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"I'm so sorry to have to stop taking questions, but we've kept Ms. L/N for 15 extra minutes and I'm sure she has plans after! Everyone please give her another round of applause for coming all the way to Gotham University to present her outstanding research!" the lecture hall erupted with applause as you smiled and waved at the sea of faces in front of you. Presenting your research across the nation was a dream, and although you barely remember it, Gotham was your hometown, and you were excited to see what parts of your rose-coloured memories remained.

"Thank you so much for having me GU! Please, email me with any more questions I'll be happy to reply." you called to the masses that were filing out as you shook your peer's hand one last time, both exchanging pleasantries as the room quieted.

"Sorry again for keeping you over, Ms. L/N, I'm sure you're very busy! But, if you could just take a look at one of my papers up for publication, I would be so, so thankful!" he began, flipping up his laptop as you realized this opportunity to speak was really just an exchange of favours.

A terrifyingly familiar voice echoed across the hall, "actually, she is busy, we have plans." you almost had to squint to see a man's frame leaning up against the doorway, backlit enough that you couldn't make out the details of his face.

"Oh! So sorry. I- uh I can email it to you! We can hop on a zoom call later in the week?" your peer seemed to recognize the figure immediately, packing his things as quickly as the students who were just there for attendance. He scurried away just as quickly too.

"It's been years, but you didn't think I'd find you?" the voice drifted across the room as you turned to face the figure, starting your walk up to him.

"I'm so sorry, the lighting, it's awful! I don't quite recognize you and I certainly don't have plans with anyone I'm afraid!" you replied, practically flying up the stairs just to meet this man face to face. He was dressed exquisitely: suit clearly tailored, hair slicked back with the perfect suave tousle, it was exhilarating.

"You don't recognize your only Gotham friend?"

"I don't have any Gotham friends, I was only here for my first few years of elementary school- oh my god Tim?" you rambled until you made it close enough to see the stranger's face and froze. The eyes, the familiar gleam of mischief and intelligence you had befriended what felt like a million years ago were staring back at you.

"Hey Y/n. Long time no see." he held out a strong hand, helping you up the last few steps, bringing both of you into the light. He continued, "you look, incredible." to which you just gawked in return.

"You look, like Tim" you whispered, tying the strings of comparison between the child you had first hacked a firewall with and the grown man, really billionaire, that stood before you.

He ran an awkward hand through his hair at your response, "thanks, I think." to which you scrambled back, "no! I mean, you look good, really really good, I just can't believe it's you. I mean, I thought about reaching out, you're on my Gotham list [you held up a list of scribbles of old memories] but I just figured you'd be so busy that I didn't bother."

"Didn't bother a partner in underage crime? Callous. Let's see the list though!" he snorted, snatching the scribbles from your hands, holding it up as he read aloud your scrambled childhood memories:

"Visit the nature museum- closed after a Poison Ivy attack, find Mr. Smith from 2nd grade- god you've gotta use google he's long dead he was like 70 when we were 6! Hmmm, visit the Big Belly Burger on 11th- now that's a good one!" he scanned the list quickly while you clawed for it back hoping he wouldn't get to-

"find the old rope swing behind Wayne Manor. You remember that?" the words left his lips just as you tore the paper out of his hand, tucking it back into your pocket.

"Of course I remember it, but it's whatever. It's probably also dead and gone or ruined by a villain. Why are you even here?" you tried to turn the spotlight onto Tim, but he was already halfway out the room, calling "C'mon! At the least I can buy you a 3$ burger and shitty milkshake." to which you haplessly obliged.

"Do you remember getting caught when we rigged the 5th grade presidential election? Why did you even want that kid to win anyway?" You laughed, almost uncontrollably, reminiscing on the old shenanigans.

Tim replied, "oh I didn't care who won or lost, I just wanted to see if we could do it!" to which you threw a french fry at him, which he swiftly caught. "Oh my god we almost got expelled Tim!"

"Doesn't match the time you made us start a homework-completing company in your backyard!" his shoulders shook with laugher.

"We were broke!" you chided, waving your arms exasperated, like you were a kid begging him to join your master plan once again.

"We were six years old!" he chuckled.

"We were, weren't we." you mused, popping the last fry in your mouth, leaning back with a sigh. Some things didn't change. Big Belly Burger was still addictive, Gotham was still filled with pollution, and Tim was still the very best thing about the entire city.

"I can check off one last thing on your bucket list." Tim said decidedly, sitting up in his chair.

"Yea? You gonna bring me to Mr. Smith's grave?" you groaned. But Tim stood up, he had lost the suit jacket and tie somewhere along the 2 hours you'd both spent in the fast food joint, he looked young again. You felt young again.

He had driven you somewhere you only dreamed of pulling into, Gotham Manor. You always wondered how the poor boy from a public elementary school had managed to get adopted by Bruce Wayne, but you never knew how to reach out and ask.

"Tell me you don't still have the rope swing" you shook your head with a grin. Tim just shrugged, hopping out of the sleek black car and running over to open your door for you.

"What do you take me for? A sap?" he crooned.

"Absolutely." you replied, bumping his side with your shoulder as he took the opportunity to lazily sweep an arm around you, guiding you to massive backyard gardens in the Manor.

You mused, "if we wanted to be true to character, we should've snuck in like old times" and Tim snorted, "let's just say I've upped the security pretty significantly, and that wouldn't go so well for us."

You rounded the edge of the perfectly trimmed garden to the scattered trees on the Manor's edge, and sitting there looking the same as ever was a massive tree, a thick rope hanging down tied tightly around a massive tire, the kind a monster truck or a weightlifter threw around, you and Tim had always wondered why it was there, or how the poor tree managed to hold it up, but you never worried about it, both swinging happily late at night after both sneaking out.

You placed a hand on the tree, a few rogue tears slipping down your cheeks as you leaned into Tim's embrace. "I really loved it here you know." you whispered.

"I did too. When you left it wasn't really the same." his voice was soft, you could feel his chest rumbling with every word.

"Really? I guess I always figured you'd find some other genius and take over the world with them"

"You thought I could replace you?"

"No- I mean maybe? I don't know, we were kids I just figured-"

"I didn't forget. You were my first kiss, right here." he leaned forward to put a hand on the old tree.

"Mine too." you replied, smiling as you remembered the nervous peck that occurred the night before you left.

"I was so nervous." he chuckled, staring at the tree, his gaze never meeting yours.

"I didn't think you had the balls." you teased, and his eyes snapped to yours.

"Okay, I was a pretty shy kid, but I've grown a lot."

"Yeah?" you grinned, biting your bottom lip to keep from breaking into a beaming smile.

Tim gently pushed you back against the tree, his hand guiding your chin up, letting your eyes meet his, "yeah" was all he muttered before pressing another gentle, warm kiss to your lips, and the same butterflies you got, all those years ago, took flight once again.

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I hope you enjoyed, thank you so much for the request! <3

[rainbowpufflez]

Bo got one singular note on his last post so here’s Gus and Lys’s breakup scenario he randomly wrote one day

It’s not like Augustine and Lysandre hadn’t had squabbles before. Little things tend to build up in relationships and sometimes things bother someone more than they usually would. But this was the first fight where things got heated. Where something was, different.

Augustine doesn’t remember how it started, what he must’ve said that caused Lysandre’s mood to shift. He remembers watching Lysandre’s muscles stiffen and his gaze go distant, brows furrowing down along with it. He remembers Lysandre making a snide remark, something that implied that Augustine was beneath him. And so it started.

Soon they were both yelling. While they both had issues communicating to each other what they needed, it had never gotten this bad before. They always found a way to calm themselves before exploding. However, they were past that point this time.

Words fell to the floor and meant nothing. Time seemed to stretch on for thousands of years between them. A never ending battle, where Augustine bared his horns in a defensive state and Lysandre squawking out shrilled calls in attempt of explanation.

“You don’t understand!”

Augustine remembers Lysandre choked out. When had they both started crying?

“Oh and how do I not understand?! Have I not been understanding?! Have I not loved you with all my heart and soul?!”

He replied with a harsh gesture back at himself. It felt like there was a ticking time bomb between them and it was on its last second.

Then it slipped out.

“Because I’d KILL for you Augustine. Because I’d DIE for you.”

The room went still.

Before Augustine even could process what was said, he shouted back.

“I NEVER asked you to do that.”

Lysandre took a step back, it seemed he realized what he said as his muscles stiffened again. And Augustine’s response only made it worse. He coiled into himself.

“Augustine, I-“

“Get out.”

He didn’t expect that response. He moved, still stiff. His talons were no longer ready for attack, instead they were opened palm out. A last attempt at solace.

“Augustine please I didn’t mean that—“

“I said get out.”

Augustine was still on defense. His hooves dug into the floor as he stood firm. He didn’t look at his counterpart. He just waited.

“Alright.” Lysandre eventually responded when he realized that it was futile to work it out now. “I’ll leave.”

There was a small shuffle, a collection of things. A bag, his keys, his coat. No words were spoken between the two as he made his way to the door.

As Lysandre reached the door he turned to face Augustine one last time. “Gus… I… I love—“

“Out.”

And so that was that. Lysandre’s brows furrowed down again at his words, not able to hide a bitter, hateful look. He gave a firm nod then swung open the door and left.

Augustine was left in silence in the middle of the room, holding himself in an attempt to not break down. But instead of mustering up any last remaining tears, or truly processing what Lysandre had said, he just felt a wave of exhaustion overcome him.

He found himself falling back on the couch, gripping at a throw pillow with a gaudy checkered design. A design Lysandre hated but he loved.

His energy drained, he found his eyes closing. And with the last remaining energy he wondered.

Had he always been that way?

[cecilebutcher]

Day: 3 Something stolen

Idia x gender neutral reader

I didn’t know how this would go. And I still don’t 😎

Idia didn’t have many friends. No let me rephrase that, Idia BARELY had any friends. You could probably count them on one finger honestly.

So when you came along Ortho was so happy!! His nii-San finally had a friend! You spend a lot of times with the older shroud brother You played any and all games and just vibed.

He liked having you around and you liked having him around. So it was a win win situation, plus Ortho was super happy so hey! Extra points!

Idia also had tons of cool stuff in his room. Super techy too! And oh how comfortable his chair and bed are. The first time you sat on them you fell asleep, he just let you be for a bit tbh…

But as you too got closer he started realizing his feelings for you. You were just, well, you! You were amazing! I mean come on how could he not? Everyone saw how amazing you were!

But he didn’t tell you, no he would never, he couldn’t ruin what you guys already had ok? So he sat on his feelings. Pushed them way WAY deeper down than he should’ve, anything to make sure you stayed with him, friend or lover, he was ok with it.

But the day you confessed to him he was, well, shocked. You? Liked him? Idia Shroud? Watchmen of the isle of woe? Are you sure? Did you hit your head? You must’ve hit your head!

And you kept telling him that no Idia, I didn’t hit my head you stupid blue flame.

So now there you were. Dating the one and only Idia shroud. He was beaming, even Azul noted the difference in his mood. He just brushed it off, but Azul could tell when his club mate was smiling and was actually(sorta) communicating with people!

Lilia was the second to ask him about it and again he brushed it off. But you can’t hide stuff from papa Lilia! Come on Idia you should know that by now! So he ended up telling him about you. Everything he loved. Your face, your smile, your eyes, your hands, the way you laugh, the was you look when you concentrate on something, the way you get happy after winning a game or level you’ve been stuck on. He loved everything. Lilia thought it was adorable and teased him over it for a bit.

But he couldn’t stay in his little safe bubble with only you and Ortho. No no, he had a house warden meeting to attend. And in the first time since ever he was going in person after both Azul AND Vil nagged him into it. So he had to change into his hoodie. The one he always wears. But where oh where could his beloved hoodie be? In fact, where has his headphones gone as well?! And his charger? AND his pillow?!

Ok something was wrong, Ortho get in here right now! Ortho? OH NO THEY TOOK ORTHO!!! Cue sad Idia crying. He immediately calls you, but ends up face timing you instead. When you pick up the phone you look at him confused while eating chips “Hey Idy, everything ok? You look sad” you note while crunching on your salty treat.

“Yuu!! The worse thing happened! Someone stole my hoodie, charger, headphones, pillow. And worse of all, oh worse of all they took my adorable younger brother” he replied with sorrow in his voice.

Your laugh surprised him though, really surprised him “Idy no one stole those stuff!” You exclaimed with a chuckle. He looked at you confused and as to say ‘Tf do you mean Yuu? I’m having a mental breakdown here be so ffr rn’ “Idias babe” you shift your camera as to show all of you.

And there were all the stuff he’s missing. His headphones on top your head, you were wearing his hoodie, the charger next to you as you charged your phone and pillow on your lap. “I’m borrowing them love. Calm down” He store there, silent, stunned, betrayed by the one he loved most.

“Ortho is playing with Grim right now. So calm down everything is ok” He opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a laugh “what?” You asked, also laughing now “nothing nothing, keep them, I have spares” he said as he got out another hoodie, identical to the one you were wearing.

He should’ve guessed you stole it, I mean come on, who would steal from him? It made no sense. Only you were bold enough to do something like that, one of the reasons he loved you.

“But return Ortho! I need

“Aww! I was hoping you forgot!”

This was something to write. Tbh I winged most of it 💃🕺

Hope you enjoyed likes comments and reblogs are very appreciated!

If you wanna get tagged in any and all future twst content plz let me know!!

[witchersmistress]

Punishment Time- Walter

Hello my darlings!! ive been hiding but im back and @livesinfantasyland here is something to sink your teeth into..

Trigger warnings: Cream pie, oral sex male receiving, bodily pentration, anal play, nipple clamps, pet names, threesome.. i thinks thats everything lol

word count: 2.1K

Grabbing a towel from the edge of the bed, wiping off August’s cum and then throwing it in a laundry hamper nearby, you made your way to Walter’s cage, his hard cock was still in his hand, his magic cross piercing glinting under the lights. He tucked his thick veiny cock back into his jeans, and stood up. He is 6’1, curls for days and those blue eyes…

He may be the quieter one of August and Syverson but he was just as deadly and he was a man in complete control and you were about to break it. You had to think carefully, he is good at what he does so trying to trap him will be a bit more finesse than you did with August, but Gus is a man who lets his temper get the best of him.

Walter is a man who never shows his feelings or his pain after all the things he has seen in his time. So that is what  his punishment will be , pain to the point of pleasure. you flick you gaze back to August, he is slumped on the couch where you left him. Too tired to move, he’ll need his rest, you're not done with him yet, however you and Walter were just getting started

Opening the door to the monster’s cage, you let yourself be enclosed with him. He ensnared me in his arms, but that's just what i wanted, he wasn't aware of secret held inside his prison….

He drew closer to your ear “Tsk Tsk Tsk you are awfully brave or very foolish to get locked in here with me” he nipped at your earlobe and trailed kisses down your neck, pushing him slightly to get him against the back of the cage, your arms encircle his neck to bring him in closer, he attacked your chest and neck like a vicious animal. Reaching for the black collar behind his head, and locking it around his neck and stepping back. He tries to grab me and is tugged back by his collar. 

A wicked grin is plaster on your face, his eyes narrowed when he realized that he was trapped. “You evil little wench, let me out” a wild giggle escaped your lips as you watched the big burly man struggle against his collar. “They say that you were one of the best, the Night Hunter, but nobody knew about the monster that laid underneath those clothes, the proverbial  wolf in sheep's clothing.” grabbing the neck of his white t-shirt, you pulled and ripped it open. Pulling off the scrap of fabric and tossing it to the cage floor, you ran your fingers along his rippling prectors, as a growl ripped out of his chest. “You let me out of this right now” pressing a finger to his lips and shushing him,  reaching around for the nipple clamps, holding one in you lowered hand, you  leaned forward and swirled your tongue around his right nipple, he hissed at the intimate contact.

you were going to enjoy this punishment far too much but there was no turning back now, removing your mouth from his chest, you brought the clamp up to his nipple and placed it on before gently tightening it. His face contorted in pain and pleasure, honestly wouldn't have pinned this man for a pain kink, he definitely has a primal kink.  The thought of that man chasing you like prey, gets you blood boiling, not sure if it was August’s cum or your arousal leaking down your inner thighs, a shiver racks through your body as you attach the other nipple clamp. Attaching a leash to his collar, i undo the chain holding him in place, “ Come boy” he glared at me while i tugged on the leash, “ I am not a pet” he growled, turning back to look over your shoulder, “ Oh no you darling, you are  so much more than that, you are my  good boy” his blue eyes narrowed at that remark as i tugged him along to the bed in the middle of the room. 

“Lay down on your stomach, if you are a good boy you’ll get a reward” he eyed me suspiciously as you pulled him by his belt towards the bed, undoing his belt and letting his pants fall free, only his navy blue boxer briefs left in place. He begrudgingly layed down for me, he hissed at the contact of the cool satin bed sheets to his taut nipples. Attaching his collar to the chain in the bed so he couldn't move, you gave him a swift smack on his muscular ass, the thwack echoed off the walls and he growled at me some more.

“Tsk tsk, down boy you know better” a low grumble left his chest, if he wasn't happy now he certainly won't be in a few minutes. Making sure that he was  secure before walking twoards the hutch of fun things, humming a disney song like a psycho path, i grab what you are looking for, it was a small silicone buttplug, it was black with a flared base and a sparkly green gem blinking back at you. Grabbing the lube off the side bed, you pulled his boxers down and smiled wickedly at him. He was quiet, always observing and plotting his revenge no doubt. Opening up the bottle of lube, i squirted some on his perfectly shaped ass, he hissed at the contact “Woman you better stop right now” ignoring his words you pressed on, spreading the lube and desensitize around his tight puckered hole, placing the tip of you finger against the open, pushing gently, with a little effort, the muscle gave way. swirling around the tight sphincter as he moaned at the sensation. 

Pulling your finger out and wiping it on the towel besides you grabbed the plug and generously covered it in lube and desensitizer, and some more lube to his back end. you smacked him on the ass. “Hands and knees pretty boy, it'll make it easier.'' He struggled to get to his knees, the nipple clamps leaving imprints on his skin, and his cock, was rock hard with precum dripping from the tip. you bent forward and took the tip of his swollen cock and licked the precum off. He let out a wanton moan. Pulling back, you went back to his ass and placed the plug at his designated target. Placing your hand on his lower back, you gently pushed the plug until you felt the moment of give and it went. He hissed at the sensation.. "you've had your fun now let me out" he said. A sinister laugh left your throat. " not likely, besides this is your punishment not mine." Extending the chain on his collar, " Roll over and hold yourself up on your hands knees apart" the look in his eye assured me that yes you was indeed going to be in trouble later

you climbed up on the bed and positioned yourself at the end of the bed.  For a man who is usually a hard read, he was an open book at the minute, didn't bother to hide a damn thing. Sitting back on your heels and grabbing all of your long hair and putting it up in a ponytail to get it off your neck and out of your face. Grazing your hands up your thighs, to your breast giving them a gentle squeeze before reaching your arms high above you head, stretching like a cat bathing in the sun, rolling your neck, you locked eyes with him. He was practically salivating, August had rejoined us. Sitting back on his sofa just watching, and admiring “Don't you start Walker” Walter hissed in his direction, August put his hands up “Boys” you chided them as you shook your head “ enough, both of you stop or you can pleasure each other and ill watch” 

you've never seen August's spine snap straight so quickly or Walter who turned and was drilling holes in August’s skull with his eyes. These two are just annoying. Finishing your stretch, bring your arms back down slowly, grabbing your throat then trailing you middle finger, through the valley of your breast before resting them on your lap again.. “Woman,” Walter said. Rolling your eyes you tossed a look over your shoulder back at August who was about to get the perfect view of you ass and cunt wet from his release mixed with you own, placing you hands in front of me, shifting you sitting on your heels to all fours, you red bottom thigh highs and black garter belt firmly in place. Wiggling your feet and your ass at him as you crawled in between Walter’s spread thighs. “Fuccck” you heard from behind me, "eat that you smug bastard," you thought.

Nipping at Walters thigh as you crawled up his body and got within an inch of his face. My lips hovering centimeters from his  "if you move in any way we stop, do you understand?" he nodded and you pulled back. Sinking your way back to his throbbing cock, flattening your tongue, licking from balls to tip, paying special attention to his piercings, you reach your hand under his balls and pull on the base of the plug. He emits a deep moan when you pull on it, pulling back on his cock and wiggling your ass in excitement. 

Sounds echoed around you  but you were solely fixated on Walter as you took him in your mouth all the way to the back of your throat, gagging slightly on the piercing, pulling on the plug as you sucked on him, his moans increasing and his cock growing thicker. Feeling a hand move down your back and to the top of the garter belt “Don't you dare stop little one, let's give him a real treat shall we?” August huskily whispered. His hands slipping farther down your hips, one pulls away and claps you hard on your ass leaving a mark. You jumped at the impact, that sound of him smacking you made you even more wet than you possibly had been before. The hand that spanked you slowly trailed down your thigh and in between your legs “Hmm if you could only feel how wet she is, Walt, i can imagine how her walls are clenching begging for something to grab on to” he slipped two fingers inside you. Moaning as he found that one spot and curled his middle finger to hit it just perfectly “Shhh don't lose focus, you need to punish Walter” glowering at August, you pop walt from your mouth and start working him by hand. His moans growing louder, and his arms started to shake “Do not torture me Dove”  August pulled his fingers out and before you could question him, he was balls deep inside you at a steady pace, you struggled to concentrate on Walter 

“ little one, moan for him, show him how good he makes you feel” pumping Walter faster as August plowed into you, moaning Walters name as August hit that spot that caused your eyes to roll “ Fuck baby, im going to cum if you dont stop” Walt pants but that only encouraged him more, one of his hands left your hip and delved between your legs to throb clit as he circled your throbbing clit “Hold on little one, dont cum just yet” pulling Walter back into your mouth the finish him off, his thigh began to shake as he leaned back at one arm and his other wrapped in your ponytail and held you in place “Open wide dove, im cumming in that pretty little mouth of yours” you could feel the hot liquid shoot down your throat as August pinched your clit and you went over the edge as he pounded away at you. Wave after wave of your orgasms washed through you, your limbs shaking with the effort it took to hold your heaving body.  Finally releasing Walts cock so you could catch your breath.                                                                          

They both share a deviant look, while August is still balls deep in you and your  struggling to catch your breath from the orgasm that August wrenched from you body as you dragged one from Walter with the quickest of movements, you were pulled off of August and thrust into  Walters chest and pinned in place. “Release the collar dove, i will not ask again” Walter seethed. With shaking hands you undo his collar and it hits the ground with a thud, a hand goes immediately around your throat. “Well dove, you're in quite the pickle, two dangerous men have you trapped in this room with all sorts of objects and toys.” undoing his nipple clamps and he hissed “Thats it dove.. Run, because if we find you, we fuck you” you sprang off the bed, grabbing a black satin robe and took off up the stairs with to predators hot on your tail and the third one? Waiting bed for you…. 

[simp-ly-writes]

Meet the Doctor pt.4

Pairing: Stardew Valley Harvey x Reader

Summary: The reader faces some unluckiness one day and one event leads to another turn of events.

Warnings: slight self-directed aggression, drinking, a bit of angst...

A/N: you know, I was really not thinking of making a third part and even plans for a fourth. But the universe decided differently and its a long one... please don't get mad at me for this one *hides behind hands.*

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

Meet the Doctor Series (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) (pt.5) (pt.6) (pt.7) (pt.8) (pt.9) (pt.10) you are here

It had been a few days since you were last in town, having been to busy with the farm. Leaves crunching beneath your feet as you tilled the land for a new batch of pumpkins and hay. The sun was high in the sky as you stretched your back while fixing your hat and removing the sweat off your forehead with the small towel you carried in your back pocket. Thankfully enough, the fall breeze was a good equalizer to the sun's rays; you would not look forward to the summer season coming back.

--

A few hours went as the sun ran across the sky into mid-afternoon, you had run out of pumpkin seeds. Cursing to the scarecrows, you ran back inside the farmhouse and flipped through our notebook for your earlier calculations.

Smacking your head on the desk and producing a large sigh, you realized you used last year's spreadsheet, not accounting for the new quality sprinklers you had recently crafted. So throwing on your work-boots and a sweater you set off to Pierre's on your horse.

But it seemed like the world really had it out for you and your sleep-deprived brain from a few too many nights spent between the mines and fishing with Willy. It was a Wednesday, a Wednesday.

Screw you Pierre. You mentally cursed the shopkeeper, yet would never have the heart to turn to Joja Mart, even in a time of need like this. Jumping back on your horse you trotted over to the saloon to serve an early night, hitching your ride to the nearby post equipped with a water trough. You fed your companion a few snacks from the saddle and with that, entered the saloon.

--

Inside the saloon, you could find Gus cleaning some glasses as he chatted with Major Lewis at the bar who appeared to be drinking a dark liquid in a short glass. They both waved you over with a smile as you popped down on a cushioned barstool, requesting your favourite as was clockwork.

Once receiving your drink, you downed the liquid with concerning speed. Gus and Lewis looked to one another and then back at you, eyes wide as the saucers found in Evelyn's china cabinet. And that is when you start your rant about the last couple of days that have seen to go downhill since your doctor's appointment; while sending pointed look towards Lewis.

They both nod along and with Lewis's age you begin to worry about the muscles in his neck cramping, but maybe those health concerns were just the alcohol working its way through your system to come to this more relaxed state, or maybe, just maybe your subconscious was making an alternative connection...

--

By the end of your rant, and a cut-off from Gus since you still had to ride your way back home. The bar steadily filled as the night dragged on. The radio played some popular city-tunes that you remember driving to in the past. As the young adults could be heard the next room over, arcade machines wizzing and chiming as the clinking of a pool game was all echoing down the hall.

In this moment of low, you couldn't help but wonder how your life had come to be like this; you missed your Grandfather's leading presence. But in your sorrow sunken state, you felt an arm being wrapped around the back of your chair and a body filled the empty stool beside you, distracting you from your spiral of thoughts.

If you remembered correctly, his name was Elliot; with lush golden locks covered the top of his head and reached down a bit past his shoulders. A large smile was plastered across his face, his cheeks obviously rosy from the wine he carried in the glass sat atop the counter. He asked if you remembered him from a couple of weeks ago, and you nodded in replay while giving him a light smile.

Swiftly dropping his arm from around the back of your chair, he moved to grasp his wine glass once you became engaged in conversation. His eyes creasing happily over hearing your laughter echo throughout the room from his flirtatious jokes. Yet you couldn't help but compare his facial features to that of a certain glasses-covered doctor. Your mind and eyes drifting towards a window facing the local clinic...

You eventually ended up chuckling to yourself at the thought of the blonde trying to grow a moustache, but Elliot took no mind to this as he continued rambling about this new novel he was trying to write and a song he had composed from touring your grandfather's farm a few years ago.

--

By the end of the night, Elliot offers to walk you home. Before exiting the building he places his red coat around your frame. The temperature had severely dropped from the lack of sun and you gave him another small smile from this kind action.

With your horse in tow, the two of you embarked back to your farmhouse. A steady conversation of your favorite literary genres, to authors and eventually questions about all the past lives you both have in alternative universes as your brain cleared slightly from the intoxication.

You eventually don't even realize that you are standing at your door, key in hand, and then are turning the doorknob. Your horse already totting itself back to the stables for the night. Taking a moment you look back at the man standing below the steps of your house, ensuring that you make it inside safe and warm for the night.

The porch light reflected brightly off of the red coat you were still wearing. As you quickly made an effort to shove it off your frame, already feeling the wind pick at all the seams of your clothes. Though as you begin to come down the stairs, Elliot tells you to keep it for now as an excuse to see you in the future. And with that, he takes off, down towards the sea as you enter the fire-lit living-space and collapse on the couch in the early morning hours.

To be continued...

╰┈➤ A/N: please don't come after me! it gets better later I swear!

Meet the Doctor Series (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) (pt.5) (pt.6) (pt.7) (pt.8) (pt.9) (pt.10) you are here

[whimsicalmeerkat]

First & Last Lines

I did this a million years ago. I just got reminded of it and thought it would be fun to do again. Basically, post the first and last lines of the last 10 fics you posted. WIPs are welcome. Not going with any sort of strict rules, because that’s just not how I roll. Anyway, here goes!

1. hope for the future, teen wolf, derek hale/peter hale

First: As Derek flew back from his uncle's punch, he wondered just how he hadn't realized sooner that Peter was the alpha—that he was his alpha.

Last: He couldn't say he'd ever be be content with the past or that he was happy in the present, but for the first time in years he had hope for the future, and maybe that would be enough.

2. 3 Sentence Ficathon 2024: Teen Wolf, multiple pairings

First: Derek leans his head back so he can stare at the star-studded tree canopy overhead and thinks, not for the first time, that he will never get tired of seeing Stiles’ magic.

Last: “Easy for you and Derek to say—you were both born like this and you took away my chance to get out of this life,” Scott rages back, the arrows hitting Stiles in his soft parts just like they have every time he’s hurled them over the years since Stiles got him turned into a werewolf.

3. 3 Sentence Ficathon 2024: Chosen One, macy blake’s chosen one universe, multiple pairings

First: “I just feels it lacks a certain gravitas,” Eduard says, tugging at the hem of the denim jacket he considers so ugly he wonders if some of his mates are pulling a prank on him until he turns around and sees all eight of them staring at him in a distinctly horny fashion.

Last: “Fucking lions—you’re lucky I love you.”

4. with lightning in his hands, teen wolf, derek hale/peter hale/stiles stilinski

First: Stiles stares at the ruins of the Hale house and reflects that he perhaps should have taken Deaton more seriously when he told him starting to practice magic would change how he saw the world.

Last: All they have to do is wait for him to come.

5. time travel, teen wolf, derek hale/laura hale

First: Derek bursts through the door of his little apartment in New York City, yelling for his sister.

Last: "It all started in seven days from now for you and five years ago for me."

6. telepathy, black jewels, daemon sadi/lucivar yaslana

First: She’s not trustworthy.

Last: They exited the room without opposition, knowing their point was made and would not be forgotten.

7. dusk, the witcher, emhry var emreis/geralt of rivia

First: Geralt stands on the balcony outside of Emhyr’s rooms and watches the day fade into dusk

Last: Geralt could get used to having a family.

8. Trading Up, teen wolf, derek hale/stiles stilinski

First: Stiles and his (maybe?) girlfriend are walking down Main Street after dinner, holding hands and looking in the shop windows

Last: “Damnit, I need to see if I have to do actual work. While I’m checking my email, you should try to guess why Lydia didn’t turn into a werewolf. You’ll never get it, but it will entertain you while you wait,” Stiles tells Derek, then turns his attention to his laptop.

9. candy, macy blake’s chosen one universe, victor eastaughffe/orsen riggs & gus

First: “Bear!” Gus shrieks from his seat at the table.

Last: “You may have gummy bears after dinner, Gus.”

10. drift, perilous courts by tavia lark, julien sandry/whisper

First: Julien watches Whisper in the sunlight.

Last: “We’ll make sure we win.”

Tags: @dear-massacre @jammerific @shadow-wasser @thotpuppy @lavender-lotion @mrs-steve-harrington @bad-at-names-and-faces @definitively-different-drivel

[obsidiancreates]

The Fabric Of The Universe Is A Little Coarse (1 Out Of 5 Stars) Part 1

(Content warning for a psychic-induced seizure-like state and sensory overload-like experience).

“Alright, Mr. Spencer.” The chief gestures at the girl sitting in the interrogation room. She’s young, maybe mid-twenties, with short curly hair like a black-and-white movies actress gathered around her cheeks like ginger clouds. “You have ten minutes.”

“All I need, Chief, and I’ll have time for a game of Eye Spy before I leave.”

“It’s I-Spy, Shawn.”

“That’s what I said.”

“No, you said Eye Spy.”

“What difference are you hearing exactly, Gus?”

“A clear one!”

“I can’t do this with you right now. Chief, I’ll be back in less time than Lassie spends on his hair in the morning.”

“Hey!”

“You’re right Lassie, that isn’t fair, you’ve stepped up your game a lot in the last few years. Keep at it buddy. Someday, you’ll be on par with me. Or more likely just slightly below, because, well.” He chuckles and gestures at his own hair with a flippant gesture, and ducks out to the door of the interrogation room before Lassie fully processes the tangent. 

He shakes himself loose and steps into the room, looking through the one-way glass and grinning straight at Lassie. He can’t see-see his friends on the other side, exactly, but he knows where they are and how they're moving. He really doesn’t get why every interrogation room has these ‘one-way windows’– or how there are people who can’t ‘see’ through them. Just another obvious thing that he’s the only one who picks up on, somehow.

He whirls around and smiles at the girl, who looks confused to say the least. “Hello. My name is Shawn Spencer, head psychic of the SBPD–”

The confusion turns into horror so quickly it leaves Shawn actually, physically reeling back. The girl puts her hands over her head and screams, pushing her chair away! “NO! NO NO NO! I WON’T TALK TO A PSYCHIC, NO!”

“Whoa, whoa, I’m not–!” Not what? Not psychic? He can’t finish his sentence with that. Not a ‘bad’ psychic? This girl obviously had some bad experiences in the past, he gets the feeling she won’t accept that claim, especially not from him. Not going to read her psychically? Then there’s no reason for The Chief to keep him on the case!

He doesn’t have to worry about that last part much longer, because Lassie storms in and grabs him by the bicep, dragging him out of the room and into the observation area again.

“Well, that was a waste of time,” Lassie says. “Great job keeping the witness calm and cooperative, Spencer.”

“Really, Lassie? I didn’t even do anything but introduce myself! Clearly, she had encountered psychics with much less strong morality than I possess.” He ignores the looks Gus gives him at ‘strong morality’. “I can hardly be blamed for the poor behavior of my psychic brethren.”

“We can blame you for not ‘sensing’ that beforehand.”

“Lassie. You realize if you do that, you’re also saying you believe me?”

Lassie snaps his mouth shut, and then scowls. He points a finger in Shawn’s face, but no rebuttal comes out of his mouth. Instead he turns, barking for his partner to come down and join him on the interrogation.

“Well, it looks like your services are no longer–”

“Wait, wait, Chief. Listen, even if I can’t be in there to ask the questions, I can still read her from out here. Let me stay to watch, at least.”

“Well… fine. But given her strong, aversion to you, you are not to give any sign you are still here, understand? That means no… shouting questions at Lassiter and O’Hara, or barging in when they’re finally making progress, and no–”

“Interrupting?”

She levels him with an unamused glare. Shawn holds up his hands in surrender, but can’t help the slight chuckle that escapes him. The Chief just shakes her head, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her lips, and turns to leave. She passes Lassie and Jules on her way out, and Shawn and Gus settle into place to watch the interrogation.

“What do you think happened to her to make her react to you like that?” Gus whispers as Jules and Lassie sit down and introduce themselves.

“I dunno. Maybe scammed her?”

“Seems like a strong reaction for scamming.”

“Yeah… maybe Lassie and Jules will clear it up.”

Sure enough, after the main bit of questioning is over (the girl is nervous and fidgety the whole time, but Shawn clocks that her necklace is one of those chewable toys usually used for anxiety or autism, and the hem of her shirt is wrecked from constant tugging and picking over a long period of time– she’s not lying about anything, she’s just legitimately stressed out) Jules leans in.

“So, before you leave, can I ask something a little more… personal?”

“Um, I-I guess.”

“My partner told me that when you met Shawn, you–”

“Panicked.” She looks around again. “He um– he said he’s psychic.”

“He says that, yes.” Lassie’s entire being screams about how he doesn’t believe it, and Jules ignores him.

“He’s been working with our department for a few years now, and he’s helped us solve a lot of cases. It’s pretty likely he’ll work on this one, too.”

The girl tugs at the hem of her shirt. “Years? 

“Yes. And I can assure you, personally, that’s he’s actually a very good person. … Annoying, more often than not, and a little egotistical–”

Lassie laugh-scoffs.

“Okay, more than a little egotistical–”

“Does she know we’re still listening?” Shawn whispers to Gus.

“– but a good person.”

The girl chews her lip for a second. “Sorry, I’m not… saying I don’t believe you. It’s just… well, I’ve had a lot of experience with psychics, Detective. I worked as a researcher in the field of metaphysical studies for a time–”

“That’s a field? Who the hell is deciding where funding goes these days?” Lassie seems more perplexed than anything else.

“It is a field, Detective, and a viable one. Yes, most of the psychics we saw were fake, but some were real. And they were…”

“... Were?”

“... It’s not… their fault.” She seems to be choosing her words carefully now. “All of them shared traits of manipulative tendencies, compulsive lying, depersonalization.”

Shawn scoffs. “Now she’s making up words.”

“Depersonalization is a real thing, Shawn.”

“What?”

“It means viewing a person as not really a person, including yourself. Like, treating them like a game.”

“Oh. … All the time?”

“I dunno. … What? I only read one article!”

Lassie looks a little too delighted at the table. “Really? What about, oh, I don’t know… a need to always one-up someone?”

“Sort of, yes. Psychics are… you’re going to think I sound crazy.”

“Oh, if you had spoken with Spencer, you’d know we’ve had to develop a high tolerance for crazy talk.”

“... Well, they’re sort of… the universe’s favorites. We tracked patterns of incredible luck, not just from having visions, but generally impossibly lucky situations all around. By the time I left the program because of my experiences, the theory was that because they were so much more closely connected to the primordial and essential makeup of the universe itself, it made sure to keep them, for the most part, safe and successful. That’s not to say they never had hardships, just that… things would always work out in the end.”

“Yeah, but that’s just life.” Shawn shrugs. 

“Not for most people, Shawn. You just have some of the weirdest luck in the world.”

“Gus, I’ve been shot and punched and pistol-whipped, some of those more than once. I don’t think that’s lucky.”

“You haven’t gotten killed yet though.”

“What do you mean yet?”

The girl goes on. “And because life sort of bends around them, they… play. With people, usually. Not maliciously, but… they don’t experience things the same way we do. Does your psychic seem to align with that?”

“Absolutely.” Jules sighs. “Shawn never follows the rules, but everything always goes his way in the end. It’s impressive, and usually very helpful to us, but…”

“Irritating.”

“I was going to say difficult to work with at times. … But my partner isn’t wrong.”

“Seriously, do they know we’re here?” Shawn reaches up to knock on the glass, but Gus grabs his hand before he can directly disobey The Chief like he usually does.

The girl nods. “Like I said, it’s not entirely their fault, but it means you should be… cautious. He’s the only psychic you’ve ever known, right?”

“He is.”

“You can’t really believe whatever he presents himself as to you. Think of the universe like a… a woven rug. Not knitted or woven with little threads, but like… one made of long, inconsistent scraps of old clothes, or blankets, things like that. It’s messy, and unsymmetrical, and it seems chaotic, but it’s actually carefully crafted.”

Shawn tilts his head. “That… sounds familiar.”

“It does?” Gus frowns. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard this analogy in my life.”

“And what, you’ve heard all of them?”

“Most of them. I took a philosophy class for half a semester in college.”

“Man, you took that class because of all the hot nerdy girls and barely paid attention.”

“How did you–”

“Uh, I know you, and have since forever? Just, trust me, man, I’ve… I’ve heard this before. Somewhere.” 

Jules is nodding as the girl talks. “But what does this have to do with why you’re afraid of Shawn?”

“Well, all of us, everything we know, this physical world, isn’t actually in the weave. Imagine us like… appliqués. We’re all existing on top of the base of the universe, apart of it but not truly one with it. Life happens around us, and we can influence it in ways, but most of what we experience is already woven tight.”

Shawn isn’t sure when he started leaning in to listen– he only notices he’s moved when Gus has to put a hand out and keep him from falling into the glass. 

“Shawn, are you okay?”

Shawn blinks. The room is tilting a little, and he feels…

He flexes his hands. Something is under them. He can feel a faint scrape against his fingernails, but they’re itching at nothing but air. “I uh… yeah, buddy. I just… swear I’ve heard this before…”

The girl has spread out an old sheet of paper on the table, and put her chew toy on top. “We’re all here, on this top layer. But psychics aren’t. They’re born with a deeper connection to the universe at large. To put it simply, while we’re all applied on top, psychics are–”

“– woven directly in.”

Shawn sits in his grandma’s lap as she makes a little rug out of his old baby clothes. He’s two years old at the most, probably younger, chewing on his thumb and trying to grab the scraps of fabric away from his grandma’s hands. He’s never remembered anything far back before.

“Someday you’ll be able to feel it,” she says. “I wish I could tell you when, but it’s hard to see. Everything else is a layer, easy to observe and pick apart, but you and I are side-by-side. I can’t follow your… well, this isn’t exactly thread, is it? Cord, how about?”

“And because they’re woven directly in, they can manipulate the cords around them.” Shawn hears the girl, but almost distantly– he’s also facing the floor now, and Gus’s arm is bracing his chest, and Gus is saying his name but Shawn isn’t sure he can answer because he’s not sure he’s here right now.

He flexes his hands again, feeling his nails scrape against thick bundles of fabric tightly bound together, hearing the faint sound of dull bumping even though he’s not touching anything but air.

“When they have a vision, or an intuition, it’s–”

“– the universe sending a signal. It’s like it’s… asking us for help, to change something. It wants to change something, but it can’t just unravel itself. It needs us to help it change shape and–”

“– shift outcomes. They can follow cords in all directions, moving throughout the weave itself, which manifest as their psychic abilities. They can follow it back to what was, forwards to what will be, and side to side to what is. Even when they aren’t aware of this connection–”

“– you’ll still feel it. I know your father has… specific plans for you, so you probably won’t be able to distinguish one gift from another. You’ll be drawn to certain details, know by instinct what will be important later even if there’s no reason it should seem important now. You’ll know things you shouldn’t be able to know, and won’t even realize you shouldn’t.”

Shawn’s breaths are coming in gasps. He feels it pressing in, the tight cords and bundles, feel them wrapped around his hands and running through his skull–

“For things like mind reading, knowing about people on a personal level, think of the underside of an appliqué. It’s not the polished, presentable side, it’s the mess that shows what goes into the whole image. The underside is where you’ll find the messy threads, the jumbled colors, the weird patterns that go into the clear picture of the finished product. Psychics can–”

“– look at what fundamentally makes up a person, the nitty-gritty details, not just the whole picture. We can see what other people can’t. Even the person we’re reading might not know everything that goes into their makeup, and we can see them better than they see themselves.”

Shawn isn’t facing the floor anymore. He’s facing the ceiling, and Gus, who’s shaking him. Is he shaking him? Shawn is shaking. He’s shaking and he’s bound up tightly in cords and scraps and threads and it’s not concrete under his hands but a rug and his fingers can’t stop scraping it over and over and over, bump bump bump bump–

“Shawn!”

He wants to say something but his mouth won’t work. There’s a cord running through it, and another, and another, through his whole body, he can feel each one and he can see them and as he runs his hands over more it’s so much.

Bump. He tastes chicken parmesan and asparagus and knows it’s the last taste someone will ever experience. Bump. He smells old-lady perfume and smoke and it’s arson, the perfume is the accelerant, he chokes on the smoke and the heavy floral fragrance. Bump. He sees a red car speeding down the road and someone is on the phone, they’re not paying attention until they hear the roaring engine and by then it’s too late–

“It’s easy to get lost in. Sometimes we’re pulled apart, when we get too encompassed by the weave, and our physical bodies can’t really handle it. That’s why it’s going to be very important that you find people who care about you, Shawn. It’ll be tempting to toy with everything and let it work itself out, but you can’t rely on that all the time. The universe is on your side, but it doesn’t always know what’s good for you. You need to make a good life, good choices, good relationships, or else you won’t–”

“– snap out of it!” Shawn’s not here. Gus is screaming from somewhere else. He’s caught in the tight cords but he’s shaking too, and he can’t stop, and he’s somewhere else and his eyes aren’t focusing and he can’t feel anything but he can feel everything, the cords running through his body thrumming with the whole wide world and more and he’s more and it’s too small a space for so much–

“Guster, what the hell are you–! Holy–”

“Oh my god, Shawn! Gus, what–”

“I don’t know! He just collapsed and started seizing!”

“MCNAB! CALL AN AMBULANCE!”

“Has this ever happened before?!”

“No!”

“Shawn, Shawn try to focus on me–”

Jules’s hands touch his face and he feels the already tight cords snap into a specific pattern, and the ones in his mouth finally loosen up and he’s still not here but he is and he’s everywhere all at once and her whole life travels along the top of one cord and it’s running right through his skull–

“Stay with us Shawn, don’t go, oh my god don’t go we need more time, there’s so much we still have to work out–”

It’s not Jules saying it aloud. Her eyes go wide as Shawn recites every frantic thought running through her head, the words pouring into him and spilling right back out.

Her hands pull away and his head can’t steady itself and a new hand catches his face and–

“Don’t you dare leave me Shawn! I need you, I need you, I can’t imagine my life without you in it, don’t you dare leave me alone out here it’s supposed to be us against everything not just me–”

Gus’s hand pulls away with a whispered “Oh my god,” and a sound like crying but they’re too close for Shawn to see their faces, everything’s close and far and here and there and Now and Then and Happened and Happening and it’s So. Much.

“Oh my go– Carlton, get the first aid kit! He’s bleeding!”

“What?!”

“He’s bleeding, Carlton! From–from his his nose and his ears, I don’t–”

“MCNAB! WHERE THE HELL IS THE AMBULANCE?!”

“It’s easy to get lost in. Sometimes we’re pulled apart. It’s easy to get lost in, sometimes we’re pulled apart. It’s easy to get lost in sometimes we’re pulled apart It’s Easy To Get Lost In Sometimes We’re Pulled Apart.”

Shawn sees Lassie’s face join Jules and Gus above him, all three twisted with panic and fear and care.

And then.

He Unravels.