#i only had her for like 10 seconds but i love her <33

[itsnicsalad]

this was such a look ngl,, it has so much angst au potential idk idk,,

[native2princess]

boat ride — rafe cameron

summary: rafe making it up to you after arguing over his ex-girlfriend sofia.

warnings/notes: fluff, pogue reader but it's not like a big part of the plot, soft!rafe. genuinely think this might be the first time i’ve written something that isn’t sexual/suggestive for rafe 😭 i need help. but i’m trying to write more fluff for him :) if you have any requests please send them! <33 love u all sm. also thanks to @starkeysprincess, my baby, for giving me the idea of a cute boat date that inspired this idea in my head !!!! <3333

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

“i just don’t get why you still need her in your phone, and why she still stays texting your phone!” you get defensive while sat in your boyfriend passenger seat. this was the second time you’d gotten in an argument over his ex-girlfriend, sofia. you trusted rafe, if you didn’t you wouldn’t be with him, but the thing was that; you didn’t trust her. her little texts asking rafe ‘how he was’ or ‘if he was busy and wanted to come over', you’d had enough.

“really? you’re going to genuinely get upset over this?”, rafe scoffed and pinched the bridge of his nose. part of him thought it was funny, only because the thought of you thinking that he wanted anyone else was humorous to him. he literally wanted to marry you, and some random ex-girlfriend in his phone was the last thing on his mind.

“yes rafe,” your eyes widened, waiting for him to say something. “yes i am.”

“s’fuckin’ stupid.” his right hand gripped the wheel, pissed off that you were so upset about his ex still being in his phone despite him always shutting her down. the thing that made you so upset about the whole situation was the fact that he let her down in the nicest ways possible. 'sorry, can't make it. maybe another time." sorry? what the fuck was he sorry for? maybe another time? does he want to see her?

“take me home.” you give up. you couldn’t be bothered to argue with him over this right now. your point always went straight over his head.

“are you serious?”

“does it look like i’m joking?” you pretend to scavenge for something in your purse, embarrassed that this was the second time you had to bring up this issue with rafe. did he not love you enough to just listen to you and block her?

rafe didn’t say anything, but instead put his truck in drive and made his way to your house, it was a silent 10 minutes.

your argument with rafe was long gone, you didn’t bring it up and neither did he. the ignorance was bliss for you, you liked to hope that after dropping you off at home and watching you silently tear up in his truck that night, that maybe he went home and blocked sofia.

you knew that wasn’t what went down, but the thought of anything else happening made you sick. so, you figured never bringing it up again would be more beneficial, even though you wanted to so badly.

“wanna go for a boat ride?” rafe let his phone fall to his chest and let out a yawn, both his hands making their way up your thighs that were rested on his legs. you two had tanneyhill all to yourselves, and sitting on the living room couch both occupied in your own tiktok for you pages was how you’d spent your time so far.

“sure,” you reply softly. one thing you loved about dating a rich kook was getting to ‘casually’ take a boat ride.

“cmon.” rafe pulled you out of your slumped position on the couch. "gotta surprise for you."

you smiled at him, wondering what the surprise could be. rafe wasn't always the best with surprises and such, but the bug smile on his made you think that maybe this time it would be different. his eagerness reminded you of a little boy on christmas.

"after you ma'lady," rafe chuckled and put his arm out, signaling for you to make your way out to the dock before him. he followed after you, "close your eyes." he took both hands and wrapped them around your face, covering your eyes.

"rafe!" you giggle. almost losing your balance, your grip onto his big arms, feeling safe when they're wrapped around you.

"hey! no peeking."

"i cant! with your big ass hands in my face!" the huge grin on your voice could be heard just through your voice.

"m'kay, ready?" rafe gets closer to you, his chest pressed up against back, he leaves a kiss on your ear.

"yes!" you couldn't contain your excitement anymore, you needed to know what your boyfriend had planned for you.

rafe dropped his hands from your eyes, but you kept one arm wrapped around his, not wanting to let go of him.

you were speechless. the string lights set up perfectly, complimenting the pink and blue sky, the wicker basket filled with all your favorite snacks, the white blanket laid across the floor of the boat, the pink and red (your favorite colors) colored gift boxes set up neatly, just waiting for you to open them.

no one had ever done anything like this for you before, tears welt up in your eyes, you buried yourself in rafe's chest, leaving a few tear stains on his grey t-shirt.

"i love you baby," rafe gave you a quick peck on the head. your tears and reaction almost getting a reaction out of him. seeing you with the biggest grin on your face had rafe literally doing cartwheels in his head. he swore he'd never love someone as much as he loved you, but there he was, spending all his money and time trying to make you happy.

"all this for me rafey?" you looked up at him with teary eyes. puckering your lips, waiting for him to give you a kiss, he does of course.

"well who else would it be for?"

rafe's ego would never let himself admit that this was all because he felt bad for arguing over his ex-girlfriend, but you knew it was. rafe had a soft spot for you and you loved it.

"i love you rafe."

[tojismain]

Heyy!! Love ur work eveytime I read one of ur fics I get so many butterflies lolll, ✨✨

I was wondering if you could do like a Toji x shy/studious reader where they are in a library and she’s trying to reach for a book on a tall shelf and Toji flirts w her and helps her only with a kiss or smth. LMAO so specific but yeah play around with it if u want! <33 I LUV FLIRTY TOJI 💕💕💕

hiii!! ahh thank you <33 sorry this took so long! I hope you like what I wrote and thank you for sending in a request! <33

request by/written for: @allisonr729 ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

Toji was impossible. Impossible to study with and certainly impossible to focus around. It was easy to slip away from him—well it was easy to lie. Toji was clingy and telling him you wanted to study alone was an invitation to an hour-long glare. So you simply lied. 

You were in the library, books spread out on your table and the swinging of your legs to keep you company. You needed to get up at some point to reach for a book. Your height preventing you from even getting close. But you managed to successfully sneak away from a 6'2 man, a book shouldn't be a problem. 

10 seconds of frustration in and someone's arm reached over your head to pull the book out. Whoever it was had their body caging you in against the shelf. You knew exactly who it was. The familiar hands gave it away. Or was it how close he was to you? How you could smell his cologne and how his chest was almost touching your back. 

You wouldn't turn around. You lied and he still found his way to you. He was impossible.

"Wanna look at me?" His gruff voice causing your face to blush. 

You bit your lip and cringed at how you were caught in such a stupid lie. If anyone else were to look at you, they'd think you were caught with your hands bloodied. 

You shake your head and keep your body facing the bookcase. 

Toji sets the book somewhere on the shelf and turns you around. His hands set on your waist. 

You lower your head and look at your feet. He trails one hand towards your neck, thumb placed on your chin as he gently lifts up your face. But your eyes keep moving towards everything except him. Which was hard given the fact that he was everything, everywhere.

He chuckles and taps his thumb on your chin.

"What's up, sweetheart?"

"Nothing." You squeak out. 

He lowers your head to be directly in your eyesight. Now this, this was what made him impossible. He had the ability to dumb you down to nothing when you were just studying. When you were so smart, you made him look at you like a love-struck idiot—listening to whatever you were spewing.

"Why's your face all red then?" 

Him and his pretty eyes would probably find you if you were stranded at sea. 

"The library's h-hot, you know? B-books and all." You had no clue what you were saying. 

An amused smile stretches across his face.

"So it's not because I caught you running away from me?"

"Ye- No? I wasn't running." You looked up at him, begging to be believed. 

He raises an eyebrow in amusement. You stayed quiet. 

He hums and moves his hand to move your hair out of the way. He tucks a strand behind your ear and trails his hand to the side of your neck to lift your face up one more time.

He brings his face incredibly close to yours. His lips barely touching yours. Your eyes were hooded, you looked down at his lips, and you leaned forward hoping to catch them with your own. Time stopped and you could feel his breath against your lips. This close. 

Instead, he laughs and pulls his face back. His hand was warm against your face.

"You want me to touch you that badly? I thought you wanted to be alone."

You brought your hands up to cover your face. 

"My poor baby." He chuckles. "She's all red." 

You shook your head and tried to move away from him. Back to your table and hopefully away from how he was making you feel. But he wouldn't let you.

"Toji." You whined. "I need my book."

He reached for the book again and held it above you. He looks at you, blinking slowly.

"You need this, sweetheart?" He teases.

You pout and furrow your eyebrows at him. He uses his thumbs to smooth over them.

"Kiss me." He demands. "Kiss me and I'll give you the book."

Your jaw drops slightly. "I tried and you-"

"That was then, this is now." He explains.

You leaned up and quickly pecked his lips

You feel his arms reach around you to the back of your thighs as he lifts you up. You gasp and softly yell out his name. 

"Toji. Put me down." 

He starts walking towards the table you were seated at. Did he forget this was a public space?

If it was possible, you had gotten redder so you shoved your face in his neck, hoping to avoid his gaze as well as anyone else's.

He sat down with you on top of him. You were unmoving against his lap. He was comfortable against you and far too annoying to make you look at him.

"Was that supposed to be a kiss?"

You pulled your head out of the crook of his neck and bit your lips nervously. You sighed and leaned forwards as you brushed your lips against his— you were finally close enough to completely and fully kiss him. He lets out a breath as he moves his lips in tandem with yours. Gripping your shirt tightly. Everything around you disappeared. No books, no people, no one, except him.

Him, him, him.

He pulls away looking at you with a hooded gaze.

He moves his hands against the side of your hip and taps his thumb against it. 

"Study, sweetheart. Isn't that why we're here?" 

Unbelievable.

You stood up off his lap, still out of breath, to move to another chair but he grabs your wrist softly and pulls you back on top of him. Now, you were facing the table whilst his chest was pressed against your back. 

"Here, baby."

You couldn't even fight the smile off of your face. You try to get serious.

"Fine. But you can't distract me Toji. I mean it." You looked back at him.

"I won't. Have to let my baby get smart. Hm?"

You were about to start studying, only 10 seconds had passed, ten, when he lifts his hips upwards and moves himself forwards to lean back on the chair. 

"You comfortable?" He asks twirling your hair around his fingers. 

Impossible.

[lovers-rck]

hazel has a massive crush on the reader but doesn't think she's gay and reader has a massive crush on hazel but doesn't think she notices her

thank you for the request! i hope you like it <33

☆

That's it.

When the tap water hit Hazel's face, she knew what she had to do.

The night before she had read an article online about how to get over someone you had to ignore them for three months. Or something like that. The point was, she just needed just three months free of you to finally end this agony called love and be free.

It couldn't be that hard.

Yes, that's what Hazel was going to do. She couldn't go on suffering in silence, pretending to want to fight you at the club just to enjoy the (violent) rubbing of your body against hers. No. Of course not.

Her case was so severe that she had flunked the literature exam for staring at you during the long classes of 10 minutes - literature was her favorite class!

So yes, Hazel knew what she had to do, and the moment she walked through the school bathroom door she knew she made a decision she couldn't regret.

"Hi!"

God. It was you.

"I gotta go" Hazel said, running from your grasp.

"Wait!" the rubber of your sneakers squeaked against the corridor tiles as you tried to keep up with Hazel's hurried pace "We need to study for the class of Mr G"

The class of Mr G. Right.

Last week there had been the class to determine the pairs for the final project in Mr G's class, "Why should be more male presidents than female?", and you and Hazel had come out together. At the time Hazel had thought it was a sign of destiny, now she wanted to die.

"Uhh..." Hazel's legs were moving with great speed, at a pace you had trouble following "Im gonna quit school"

Your body slammed on the brakes "What!?"

Finally, Hazel stopped her walk and turned to look at you. The corridor was empty and silent, the only sound that could be heard was both of you gasping for breath.

"Yeah" Hazel said, looking at anything but you "Sorry".

Ever since she had met you, Hazel knew how you were going to be her downfall. Entire nights had been spent thinking about you, imagining scenarios where the two of you would magically fall in love and spend the rest of your lives together. Then Hazel would wake up, ready to face her harsh reality where you were not a part of it.

You clearly didn't like girls. Hazel knew this and as much as she would have enjoyed knowing that that wasn't true, the reality was that she was never going to be reciprocated by you. According to her intense pursuit (stalking your social media) your previous partners had all been guys, good looking guys and jocks and funny and with bright futures. Everything Hazel was not.

Liking you had become an act of torture that she willingly subjected herself to every day.

"You are not going to quit school hazel" you shook your head quickly "Let's go".

You offered her your hand, and for a second Hazel was about to take it and abandon her whole master plan.

But no.

"Im sorry" she said "I gotta go"

With a quick movement, your hand made contact with Hazel's arm, stopping her. Your touch felt warm against her cold skin, a contrast that made perfect sense.

You dragged Hazel into an empty room and pushed her body in roughly, then closed the door.

"Ouch" she said "The fight club is tomorrow"

"Im sorry" you said, locking the door.

"What are you doing!?" Hazel exclaimed, her body expression showing surprise "I told you i gotta go"

"We need to talk"

The empty room turned out to be the school chemistry lab. Large jars of liquids and colors adorned the shelves, the sunlight streaming behind them causing a reflection to rest on the faces of both of them.

"We have nothing to ta..." Hazel said, still avoiding your gaze.

"Did i do something wrong?" you said abruptly, and Hazel's eyes finally met yours.

She could easily detect the pain that your eyes transmitted, making her feel like the worst person in the world "Of course not" she said, "You never do nothing wrong".

"Then why are you acting like this?" you whispered.

Hazel had caught your attention from the minute you two fought in the club. Her punches were timid and light, and even when you almost broke her nose in one round, she still asked you worriedly if you were hurt.

Her nobility and gentleness got you from the first moment. From that day on, Hazel left you wanting more and more of her, you felt like you could hardly get enough of her presence.

But she was Hazel, and she was never going to love you.

"I don't know" she whispered too "I just can't keep like this,"

"Like this?"

"Yes, like this!" her voice rose, becoming slightly higher pitched "i cannot stand to be with you anymore."

The words came out of her mouth before she could stop them. Unconsciously, your hand went to your heart.

"Im sorry?" you said, trying to ignore the sudden stinging in your eyes "You cannot stand be around me anymore? fuck off, Hazel"

Hazel laughed unwillingly, shaking her head "You don't understand".

"Oh, why? " you moved closer to her, feeling the words come out of your mouth fiercely, totally controlled by the pain "You think i'm dumb right now? You cannot be around me anymore because you think i'm too dumb? Is that right?"

Hazel continued to shake her head as her hands rubbed her eyes in frustration.

"What, Hazel?" Their bodies were inches apart, the two of them with two completely different emotions "Oh you are not gonna speak now? C'mon Hazel!"

"Stop"

"Then explain to me what the fuck is happening!?"

"Quit now"

"I do not fucking understand why are you acting like such a bitch Hazel!"

"Because i cannot keep pretending that i'm not in love with you!"

The room was silent. The smell of kerosene danced in the air.

"What?" you murmured

"I'm sorry" she said, playing with her own fingers in an attempt to distract herself "I'm sorry"

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" you felt your heart pounding.

"Because we are friends" Hazel murmured in such a sad tone that you just wanted to hug her and never let go "And I'd rather stay friends than lose you".

"Haze..."

"I know nothing will ever happen between us" she said "I understand if you don't want to be my friend anymore".

Carried by the impulse, your body eliminated the space between you and Hazel's lips met yours.

Her lips matched yours perfectly, dancing in sync as if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Hazel's hands found home on your face, holding you so gently that you thought you might faint from such bliss.

After a few seconds and to the regret of both of you, you had to pull apart for air, your lips suffer instantly from the lack of warmth of the other.

"I want to be more than your friend, Haze" you murmured, and you could see a smile form on his face.

Your body guided you towards Hazel's lips again, following a path that you had never traversed but felt so familiar.  

[shanastoryteller]

Happy pride!!

Fem MXY WWX pls!!!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41

They're back to riding, only a couple hours away from Jin Tower, and Wei Wuxian is happy to be off his feet, but he can't even focus on that.

He's too busy feeling desperately sad for Mo Xuanyu.

She lived as a pauper in a family that despised her, had a father that ignored her, was so lonely that she named her sword Friend, and killed herself rather than marry Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan would have been nice to her. It took him a while to warm up, but he's trying now, to do his duty as a proper husband. Which is inconvenient for Wei Wuxian, but probably would have meant the world to Mo Xuanyu.

She didn't have to die. If she'd been able to hold onto hope for just a few more days, instead of giving in to revenge and despair, then she could have lived out her life out from underneath the thumb of other people.

"Are you okay?"

He startles out of his thoughts, looking up to see Sizhui has pulled his mare up beside his and is peering at him in concern.

He forces a smile, because he's put Sizhui through enough today, and he's a good boy that doesn't deserve to be involved in any of this. The worst part about dying again is going to be leaving behind Sizhui. He's such a sweet boy who loves him so easily and he just knows that it's going to break his heart when either the cultivation or the curse mark has run its course. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Just thinking."

Sizhui looks unconvinced, but nods before looking up towards the front of the procession, where Lan Xichen and Lan Zhan are talking about something while Jin Guangyao pretends to be interested. He reaches into his sleeve. "I found some of these in town when I went looking for you."

He pulls out a small bag of the sweet, spicy pepper candy that Wei Wuxian likes so much and hold it out.

"You're the best!" he says, taking the bag and also pausing to squeeze his arm in thanks, only not pulling him into a hug because he's not sure how tolerant the horses will be about it.

The food in Cloud Recesses is ass and he can't cover everything with chilli oil because the only person he'd met who liked food as spicy as he did was - well, no one. So having Mo Xuanyu like spicy food had seemed like edging a little too close to obvious.

He'd been so happy when Sizhui had brought pepper candy back for him for the first time and had sworn him to secrecy to how how much he loved them.

Wei Wuxian pops one of the candies in his mouth, sucking on it to more quickly get to the firey pops of pepper, which is his favorite.

There's about five seconds of deliciousness and then his stomach rolls with nausea. He tightens his grip, trying to ride it out, but the taste of the candy he loved turns sour and he's seriously worried he's going to hurl, which Lan Zhan would never let him hear the end of.

He spits the candy out onto the ground, rubbing at his mouth.

"Lady Xuanyu?" Sizhui asks startled. "Is - sorry, did I get the wrong one?"

"No, no, it's perfect," he assures, internally sighing in relief as his stomach starts to settle. "I guess I shouldn't eat them on an empty stomach! It ruins the flavor. Who knew?"

He's eaten them on an empty stomach a dozen times before and never had an issue.

"Okay," Sizhui says slowly. 'Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm perfectly fine, Sizhui, don't worry," he says, and means it, even though he sort of wants to cry.

The pepper candies were one of the only things he could get his hands on that he enjoyed eating, and now even that's gone?

At least the Jin go all out on the banquets.

[astrqiixsq]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

pairings: sully family x sister!reader

warnings: none I think!

word count: 2.2k

a/n: the reader will be replacing Tuk but as a 10 year old! this is for all my babies that just want to be loved and protected <33.

(this takes place before the plot of avatar twow!!)

even though you were only a few years younger than the rest of your siblings, you were babied for your entire childhood.

you couldn't do pretty much anything without one of your family members following on behind you or asking what you were doing every 30 seconds.

while you thought it was extremely annoying, your parents and siblings thought it was perfectly normal.

your family were extremely protective over you, and to be honest, it was kinda cute.

but it was on days like these, you just had enough of it.

It was way past eclipse before your family got home from the fight against the sky people. kiri was sent to tend against the injured while the rest of your family were fighting, your older brothers being spotters as normal on their ikrans.

while they were gone you were told stay close to your grandma mo'at, so you did what you did almost everyday, stay inside and make bracelets for the family. It was the only thing you had been doing pretty much everyday for years.

you were just finishing up your third bracelet when you heard shouts coming from outside your tent.

"the war party is back!" you heard someone call.

hurriedly, you chucked the bracelet into the box and ran outside to the cliffs, dodging your clan members while you were at it.

"slow down y/n, you could get hurt!" a nearby scientist called out to you.

"sorry!" you replied on instinct, not really listening to what they were saying.

you saw your mother and father first, hopping off their ikrans and taking their weapons off of themselves. although they looked perfectly fine, there was a glint in their eyes you couldn't quite understand.

next you saw your brothers and your sister kiri, landing their ikrans next to your parents. a few minor cuts and scrapes were placed on your brothers torsos however that was hardly out of the norm, due to their daring personalities. but they still stared the same look at your parents, what was going on?

choosing to ignore this for now, you ran up to your family, shouting excitedly, "mom, dad!"

your mother turned around in just enough time to see you fling your arms around her waist and nuzzle into the side of her waist.

"y/n, y/n, y/n." she muttered your name, picking you up by your armpits and resting you on her hip.

it was normal for you to go to your mother first after your family coming back from fights. your mom was always the most tense and it was only right for you to ease her worries before she would scold one of your siblings for doing something wrong. it was like you were the water on her fire.

as she ran her fingers through your hair and turned to look into your eyes, you could still see that tense glint in her eyes. huh, that's weird.

before you had time to think much of it, you were quickly lifted up off of your mother and put into the hands of neteyam. neteyam was your oldest brother and probably the most protective, although it was hard to tell sometimes with lo'ak's fiery personality. however, it was certain that neteyam was the softest with you, he was always the sibling you would go to if you hand any problems. and he was always the one holding your hand or cuddling you when you felt upset or frightened. you loved it.

"how is my little sis doing?" he asked, embracing you in his arms and kissing your forehead gently. yup, definitely the softest with you.

"im okay." you giggled, wiping at the yellow war paint on his face. you loved the colour yellow since it matched your eyes.

"well you must be tired because it is way past you bedtime baby, you ought to be asleep!" your father told you, moving away from his ikran to take you out of neteyam's arms and probably off to bed.

bed? you thought. it was only 8:30! something was definitely up.

"no!" you whined. wriggling out of neteyam's grip and running away to hide behind the closest ikran.

however, you only got about two or three steps before you were swept back off your feet and into lo'ak's arms, his grip tight on you.

"oh no you don't" he chuckled, looking at kiri who also laughed at your attempt to get away from bed.

"please! you only just came home, i want to see you!" you spoke as you struggled against lo'ak's tight grip on you. but feeling you move in his arms only made lo'ak's hold on you tighter.

"sorry my love but you're too young to be up this late! plus, me and your father need to discuss something with your siblings." your mother said, sharing a stern glance at your family beside you. well now you knew that 100% something was up.

lo'ak carried you back into the sleeping room of your tent, gently setting you down on your small sleeping matt in the corner at whispering a soft goodnight in your ear before leaving the room.

though your big sister kiri came in a couple minutes later to tuck you in, handing you your little na'vi toy and bending down to quickly kiss your temple and say goodnight.

"love you, y/n". she whispered, before standing up to leave the room. yet, you couldn't help but notice her shoulder's tense before going into the main living room of the tent.

what were your family going to talk about? whatever it was, you were going to find out.

curiosity had always been a big feature in your personality, you were always known as the girl in the village who asked too many questions, but you never thought that as a bad thing. as your father used to say, 'curiosity always killed the cat', but not really knowing what a 'cat' was, you chose to ignore his comment.

anyway, it was now 8:56 in the evening and you had been staring up at your ceiling for about ten minutes, now you decided it was finally time to find out what your family was hiding from you. wether it was a good or bad thing, you still deserved to know. nevertheless you had to make sure your parents thought you were asleep before eavesdropping into their conversation at night, so you decided to wait ten minutes.

after finally feeling that you had waited long enough, you cautiously stood up off your sleeping mat and made your way over to the small hole in your weaved wall, making sure you made no noise as you stood on your tiptoes to peer in.

sure enough, your family were speaking about something.

"listen, today we saw that more space ships are returning on pandora, this means we have to be extra careful when going on trips. got it?" your father spoke to your siblings who were standing in a circle around the fire, each of them giving glances to the other.

what does he mean more space ships? you wonder looking at your fathers unreadable expression.

"got it?" your father spoke clearer, realising he hadn’t gotten an answer from his children.

"yes sir". they all spoke in unison, sharing the same look you couldn’t quite understand.

you were used to your siblings calling your father sir by now, but it had always seemed very odd to you. why did your siblings have to call their father sir when you were not allowed to call him sir at all? it suddenly hit you in that moment just how much you didn’t know about your family and how confusing your life really is.

however, your mother cut your thought stepping in front of jake when she spoke, "your father and i have been doing some speaking and we think it would be better if you were not allowed to go beyond the hallelujah mountains, it is for your own safety from these new threats."

your brothers and sister let out a chorus of protests and complaints, stepping aside from the fireplace and over to your parents.

how could they do this? you thought, you had never seen a sky person that wasn't a scientist before and what did your parents mean about spaceships? this isn't fair!

suddenly, the room went quiet in front of you and all your family turned to look in your direction.

"y/n?" your mother looked straight into your eye.

oh eywa, i must have said that last part aloud, you thought. you were totally busted.

immediately, you backed away from the crack and tried to sprint back to your bed, only to hear your father call, "y/n, we saw you. now please come in here to speak to us."

you sighed as you stepped up off the floor and walked towards the living room. what were you going to say to your parents?

as you stepped into the large room inside of your tent, you were met with looks of disappointment from your parents and stern looks from your siblings, so you just decided to stay in the corner of the room near the door.

"y/n what were you doing listening into our conversation tonight, you know you were supposed to be asleep." your father spoke in his leader voice, this made you flinch against the doorway.

"ma jake." your mother scolded your father. she hated it when your father got too stern with you, she always said you were too young to be spoken too in such a way.

looking guilty as you turned away from the door and to your parents, you spoke. "i just wanted to know what was going on tonight. i saw your worried looks when you came back from the fight today and thought something was up, so i listened into your conversation to make sure nothing bad happened." you fiddled with the beads on your skirt as you spoke.

your parents shared a worried glance before your mother turned to you and uttered, "my love, you should be in bed right now. you are simply too young to need to know what is happening and too young to even understand it, please go back to bed."

but you didn't move to go back to bed, you were too overcome by anger and frustration. it was always that you were too young for anything. when were you ever going to grow up?

taking a couple steps forwards before speaking, you reasoned, "i am tired of being treated like a baby mom and dad! i just want to know what is happening in my life and you guys won't let me because i am 'too young'! i am ten, not four!"

"y/n-" your sister kiri tried to cut you off, but you just continued.

"no kiri! you don't understand. you, neteyam and lo'ak got your first ikrans at the age of nine! i am ten but i am still told everyday that i am 'too young' to do anything on my own, anything! all i want to do is act like other kids my age without having someone peering over my shoulder the whole time! all i want to do is be a normal ten year old!" your voice broke at the end of your speech and you didn't realise you were crying until neteyam was in front of you, using the pads of his thumbs to gently wipe away the tears on your cheeks and using an arm to pull your head onto his stomach.

"y/n", your father kneeled down infront of you before continuing his sentence, "we see your frustrations and know your pain, but please keep in mind you are still ten. ten year olds should not be involved with wars and fighting, they should be at home enjoying their childhood years safe. plus, me and the rest of your family feel as if you are not ready yet to go out on adventures on your own, and that is final." jake stepped up off the ground and pecked a kiss at your forehead, but this only made your anger rise.

not ready to go on adventures on my own? you thought, feeling your little four-fingered hands turn into fists. they are not listening! i'll show them what i am really capable of.

you pushed out of neteyam's grasp, speaking to everyone in the room when you said, "you guys aren't listening! i'll show you that i am not too young, just you wait." after speaking, you ran out of the room and towards the main door, ignoring your families shouts and cries for you to stop.

lo'ak, who you had actually had forgotten was there because he was so quiet, make an attempt to grab your arm. however, you just dodged his hand and sped up your pace before reaching the edge of the cliff infront of you, right next to the ikrans. perfect, you thought.

without thinking about the consequences, you threw yourself onto the closest ikran and connected the bond without a thought.

oh eywa, you were really in trouble now.

this is the first fanfic i have ever written so apologies if it is bad! idk if i will be making a pt 2 to this because it is just a oneshot but we’ll see!

if there are any mistakes in the text please let me know in the comments and i will really appreciate it!

anyway, i hope you enjoy the rest of your day and have fun!

[beybaldes]

Gold dust woman

Eddie Roundtree × Fem!Reader

djats masterlist

word count: 4.5k

summary: well did he make you cry? Make you break down? Shatter your illusions of love? And is it over now, do you know how? Pick up the pieces and go home.

I saw @accidrainonme put out an open request for this fic, and I loved the idea!! I hope you enjoy it <33

Warning!! I have not read the book or the show!!! All info I have gathered has been from other x readers I have read. sorry in advance if I have butchered vour fav show/book because I have plainly made shit up in favour of satiating my own need for more eddie fics xoxo

1967 - "well did she make you cry?"

Currently, you were sandwiched between Eddie and Warren on an old, worn out loveseat. It was a tight squeeze; Eddie's arm was over the back of your shoulders and hanging around your neck, Warrens were folded across his chest and yours were sat neatly in your lap, your thighs pressing firmly against Eddie and less so against Warren. You were practically cuddled into them both, but non of you minded, you'd spent years ending up like this at stupid house party's.

The Pittsburgh party scene wasn't the most fun or amazing, but considering it was one of the only things to do in town, you'd take what you could get. And what you could get usually consisted of a drink and a smoke with the same 4 people your already knew just in someone else's house. Tonight was no different.

Until someone you didn't recognise started making eye contact with you from across the room. The tall, handsome, blond must have been someone's cousin, or a friend from out of town, but you knew that - combined with the fact he kept staring at you - gave you the perfect in.

Suddenly, you placed your hand on Eddie's knee, using it to push yourself up off the couch and began walking in the blonds direction without a word of warning to Eddie or Warren who were watching you curiously. As they saw you approach the stranger, placing a hand on his bicep and letting him place a hand on the small of your back within seconds of conversing, Eddie loudly scoffed.

"What is that about?" Eddie asked Warren, removing the joint from between his lips after taking a long drag. "Who even is that? Does she know who's she's talking to? What is he's a psycho, or something?"

"Why?" Warren turned to his friend, one leg propped up on the couch now that he had the space to, a wicked grin on his face. "Jealous?"

Eddie didn't answer the question, instead his gaze moved back to the scene before him. The two of you had somehow gotten closer together in the 10 seconds he wasn't looking, the guys arm now fully wrapped around you.

"I'm gonna do something about it." Eddie put out his joint in the ashtray next to your abandoned beer, leaving Warren dumbfounded on the couch as he went to approach you and this guy you were getting way too friendly with for his liking.

So caught up in his own desire to stop things, Eddie didn't hear Warren's call to back off, only stopping when the brunette grabbed his arm and pulled him to a halt.

"What do you think you're doing?" Warren seethed the whisper, so close to you now that he didn't want you to hear and see Eddie's stupid plan in action. "Leave her alone, it's not your choice to make."

"Sure as hell is, guys probably a douche."

"And you're not going to be?" Warren asked, grabbing Eddie's biceps and turning him to fully face him. "If you do this, she's gonna be upset with you."

"She'll get over it." Eddie reassured, stepping away from Warren's hold and turning to you and the blonde, putting on his best smile. "Besides, the guys probably no good, I'm doing her a favour."

"Hey babe, who's your friend?" Eddie slung an arm over your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your temple, and offered his hand out to the blond with kind smile.

"Will." The blond hesitantly answered, shaking the hand Eddie had offered to him.

"Eddie. I see you've met my wonderful, sexy girlfriend." Eddie pulled you tighter into his side as he emphasised his words, clearly eyeing you up and down - basically stripping you with his eyes for all that matters - in front of the poor guy who'd just wanted to talk to you.

And that was the end of that.

Will walked away from you with a frown and Eddie dragged you back to the couch with a wide smile on his face, ignoring how you tried to push away from him and blocking out your complaints about his actions. After a few minutes, you'd seemingly forgotten about Will, cuddling back into Eddie and pressing up against Warren as you had before, though this time you plucked Eddie's drink from his hand and joint from his lips, claiming them as your own.

You were going to be the sweet, sweet death of him.

1969 - "make you break down?"

Billy was getting sick of the fact you kept missing rehearsal to hang out with your partner. He couldn't understand why, like him, you'd didn't just bring them to practice, or like the other boys, not have one so it wasn't a distraction. So, he was quite surprised so see you'd appeared in Chuck's driveway, hands curled into fists and tears brimming your eyes when just an hour ago you'd all but begged him to let you skip.

"Y/n?" Billy asked through the microphone, everyone's instruments coming to stop as they took note of your presence. "What are you doing here?"

Normally, Billy would make some teasing comment about how he was glad you'd changed your mind, but with the way you stormed towards him, he decided against it, not wanting to invoke your wrath further. However, to his surprise, you stormed right past him, waking up to Eddie and shoving him as hard as you could.

"You fucking dick!" Another shove.

"I can't believe you!" Another shove, this time into the side of Warren's drum set, to which Graham put down his guitar and wrapped one arm across you, pulling you to his chest and keeping you still. "You're a fucking piece of shit, Eddie."

Eddie put down his own guitar, turning to you with a very confused and very hurt look. He couldn't seem to place exactly why you'd be lashing out on him, what had he done?

"Steve broke up with me just now." You seethed, trying to wiggle your way out of Graham's arms to get another push, or even a slap, in. You had no doubt he deserved it. "And you know what he told me?"

You didn't wait for an answer. "That you, Eddie, told him he had to, or else 'Billy Dunne and his boys' would go after him."

"I never agreed to that." Billy defended, raising  his hands palm up in an effort to convey his lack of involvement in Eddie's antics.

"I'm just doing it to help you, birdie." Eddie defend, trying to approach you, though quickly halting in his motions when you tried to lunge for him again. "The guy was a fucking dick."

"Yeah, well, that was my decision to make, shithead." You pulled your self from Graham's arms, turning away from Eddie because you didn't entirely trust yourself to look at him right now. "I'm not going to be at practice for the next few days, understood?"

Billy nodded shakily at you, not wanting to go against you invade you lunged for him next. "Understood."

"And you?" You turned to Eddie, pointing an accusing finger at the blond while maintaining your distance, knowing if you stayed much longer you'd start spitting insults you were bound to regret. "Stay the fuck away from me."

Warren was quick to follow after you when you stormed out of chucks garage, his drum sticks stuffed in his back pocket as he stood, and a disapproving shake of his head sent Eddie's way.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Graham asked, his hand running over his face in frustration. "You've been doing this since we were kids, when are you going to leaver her alone?"

"Dude was a fucking dick." Eddie answered, pulling an unused joint out from where'd he'd tucked it behind his ear, lighting it and quickly bringing it to his lips. "I was doing her a favour."

"Like she said herself, it's up to her to make that choice man." Graham was greatly disappointed in his friend; he understood why he wanted to chase every guy that came into contact with you out of town, but it wasn't fair to you, not in the slightest.

Graham left the garage, turning to see you crying frustratedly in Warren's arms at the end of the drive. With a quick jog down the stone drive, he was at your side, placing a hand tentatively on your back, causing you to turning into his arms with a sob.

Knowing the boys since practically birth, you'd all became quite attached and dependent on each other, and while you mostly felt like one big group of siblings, Eddie's feelings for you had always been different. And luckily for you he had the shittiest way of showing it.

"'Billy Dunne and his boys'." Chuck scoffed, the next to start edging out of the garage to come and check on you. "I'm sorry but have you seen us? Billy could've roughed him up but the rest of us would be dead meat."

Eddie rolled his eyes, taking a long drag from his joint and moving his gaze down to the floor. He truly believed he was doing you a favour, and that he had only the best intentions at heart, but he really didn't have the right way of showing that to you.

"She'll get over it." He dismissed once more with a shake of his head, staring at the group hug that had formed at the bottom of the drive, save for him and Billy.

"One day she won't." Billy chastised, his comment on the matter surprising Eddie. "And your going to pay the price of your shitty actions."

"That's rich coming from you." Eddie tapped his joint between his fingers, letting the burnt up but fall to floor in which he crushed it out under his boot. "Everything's going to be fine."

And it was - three days later - when he showed up on your doorstep with flowers. He'd called in to a flower shop in the centre of town, asked for a custom made arrangement of their finest baby's breath, daisies and tulips (all your favourites), and picked up a case of your favourite beer on the drive over.

He wasn't typically one for apologies, but he knew he had to, especially considering that you had stuck to your word of not showing up to practice and Billy hadn't batted an eye at your absence.

While it took a lot of convincing to get you to open the door, when you did, he'd put on his best smile, offered you the flowers, and told you he'd get on his knees if he had to. Eventually you'd cracked a smile, asking him if he wanted to come in and work through the six pack with you, and two beers in you admitted that he had been right.

The rest of your evening was spent with you telling Eddie how much of a dick Steve was and how happy you were that you weren't together anymore, and with Eddie trying to refrain from smiling too hard, worried that if you saw, you'd revoke your forgiveness and kick him out.

Part of him wished Billy had been there, to rub it in his face that, once again, you had forgiven him and ended up back in his arms. Just like he wanted.

He was certain you didn't know the effect you had on him, and if you did, he thought, you were simply cruel.

1971 - "shatter your illusions of love?"

The band was taking off. Not majorly, but in a way that had the people of Pittsburgh and nearby towns stopping you in the street to commend you on your work in the band. The manager Billy had put you all up with was suggesting you moved to LA as your sound was beginning to take off, but you were finding it hard to part with Pittsburgh.

Chuck wasn't coming to LA, but the rest of the band already seemed to have one foot out of the door. Pittsburgh had been your home all your life, moving to LA was new and scary and what if things went wrong? What if the band didn't take off and you ended up in LA, stranded, working some dead end job you could've just worked in the comfort of the familiarity of your home town?

Camilla wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling your head to rest against hers with a loving smile. "Penny for your thoughts."

"I'll give you a quarter if you can take them away and make them stop." The beautiful brunette laughed at your attempt to crack a joke. It was clear that the move was tormenting you. You'd arrived at the Dunne residence at 6:00am that morning, with a box in hand and a bag on your back claiming it was all your earthly belongings to take to LA, and you'd dumped them next to Grahams, taking residence on the porch steps ever since.

Eddie had arrived a few hours after you, with just a duffle bag to his name and quickly thrown it in the truck of the car. He'd spent all day helping the others pack their things and put them in the trunk without so much as a 'hi' to you, who he'd walked past at least a dozen times.

"It's just hard, y'know." Camilla, too, had lived in this town all her life, she, just like you, was leaving everything behind and putting all her faith in this band. "Seems like everyone else is dying to get out." You knocked your head against hers gently, reaching up for her hand that hung around your neck and squeezing if. "Is it bad that I want to stay?"

"It's human." Camilla answered earnestly, squeezing your hand back in return.

"You getting in the car, or gonna continue stealing my girl?" Billy yelled from the passenger seat, Eddie behind the wheel and Warren and Graham piled in the back between the boxes.

Camilla's eyes met yours and a silent conversation was held, while it wasn't too late for you to return to your childhood house, you knew, deep down that LA - the band - was what you wanted. The two of you walked towards the car hand in hand, climbed into the back and waved a last goodbye to Mrs Dunne.

Your squeezed yourself between Warren and the back of Eddie's chair, letting yourself get lost in thought as the long drive commenced.

It wasn't until 6 hours in that you came to a halt, everyone going into the gas station, and returning to the car to find things rearranged. Billy had taken over at the wheel with Camilla next to him, and Eddie had taken your position with his side pressed into the back of the drivers seat. You wasted no time in getting into the vehicle and into Eddie's side, who had opened his arm to you the second you climbed into the car.

You rested your head on his shoulder, hugging into his side with both your arms wrapped around him. Every time he offered you a hit of the joint he'd lit up, you took it, only taking small slow drags of it, really not in the mood but not wanting to not accept Eddie's kind offer.

It wasn't until you dropped to sleep on his shoulder that he moved his gaze to you, wherein it stayed until he himself fell asleep, his head resting lightly atop your own and his fingers tightly intertwined with yours.

When you woke before him hours later, you finally got to revel in the quiet, loving side of Eddie, enjoying the simple feelings of his head against yours and his fingers intertwined with your own. It was moments like these that truly made his sometimes plainly indecent attitude worth it.

The blond only began to wake as your hair made its way into his hair, scratching gently at his scalp in a way that had him fighting off sleep as soon as he dared open his eyes.

You had his heart in your hands and you didn't even truly know it.

1974 - "and is it over now, do you know how?"

"I hope, if I have a baby, she's as beautiful as Julia." You hummed, rocking the baby back and forth in your arms, one hand gently supporting her head while the other cradled her tiny body. "I'm serious Cami. She's unreal."

Camilla only leant her head against your shoulder in response, pressing a quick kiss to it in a thank you.

Julia's first Christmas had come around quick, and it was impossible to know where the time had gone. You would swear down that only yesterday you and Camilla walked hand in hand into the car, and now she had her own baby that had grown and been born and grown some more. If you weren't so captivated by the way her tiny hands grabbed for your fingers, you would've complained that it made you feel old.

As Camilla left your side at the call of her name, Eddie joined it, wrapping an arm around your waist while the other held his drink. He offered you a sip, but you shook your head, not wanting to potentially spill anything on the new-born.

"Isn't she beautiful?" You asked him, looking up from the sweet baby girl to find him already looking at you so, so fondly. Like you'd handcrafted the world and hung the stars in the sky.

"Yeah, she is." You knew he wasn't talking about Julia, but you'd let it slide this time, turning back to the baby as she pulled on your finger with more strength then you'd expected.

"I want a baby one day, maybe."

"Yeah?" Eddie asked, his fingers curling into your side and pulling you closer to him. "I'm sure we can make that work."

"We?" Snapping your head up to meet his gaze once more, you were semi-surprised to find a look of complete sincerity on the blonds face. Since when had he stopped being the best friend who chased all your lovers away and become this; the best friend who you wouldn't exactly deny the chance of spending the rest of your life with?

"Yeah, we." He answered, quickly and genuinely, as if it was the most simple answer in the entire realm of answers he could've given. "You, me, a baby. Somewhere in the hills. A big house, white picket fence, a couple of dogs. Sounds good to me."

Stunned to silence, you didn't move, not until Camilla called your name with the added quick command to 'smile.' Billy was quick to take the baby off of you after the photo was taken, claiming he needed yet another photo with his baby girl and he couldn't wait any longer. You weren't one to disagree.

Looping your arms around Eddie's neck, you flashed him your most flirtatious smile, pressing your chests together and attempting to get as close as you could to him. "You and me, huh?"

Eddie only nodded in response, knocking his head gently against yours and holding it there; your foreheads pressed together and breath hitting each others lips. All he would have to do is move half an inch closer and his lips would touch yours; but he wasn't going to do that tonight. Not in front of all your friends, not when he'd drunk slightly more then he should've and not when he'd been thinking about it since middle school. He'd waited over a decade, he could wait a little while longer, he decided.

"You and me." Eddie confirmed, using his hold on your waist to sway the two of you slowly back and forth to the Christmas music that played throughout Camilla and Billy's house. "Just like always."

"Unfortunately, I've already made those exact plans with Graham, so maybe next time."

Eddie pushed you away from him with an over the top pout, grumbling about how he knew you hated him and how this was years worth of Karma coming to bite him in the ass. And if it weren't for the way he was too busy admiring your head thrown back, eyes crinkled and cheeks dimpled in laughter, then maybe he'd have turned up the dramatics.

Oh, he was completely, royally fucked.

1976 - "pick up the pieces"

"C'mon Eddie, you can tell us, we'll still love you the same."

You'd been sat across from Eddie and Warren for the past hour since you'd got back to the tour bus, groupies crammed into every nook and cranny conceivable. So far, 4 different girls had tried it on with Eddie, and he'd turned down every single one, leading Warren and Karen to poking and prodding at him to find out why exactly that way.

"It's the 70's, dude, free love and all that shit." Warren explained with a pat to Eddie's chest, bursting into laughter at the thought alone. Eddie just frowned, not wanting to say anything about the two of you like you had agreed - he loved you so much he wanted to shout it from rooftops, but he loved you enough to keep the secret like you agreed.

He didn't understand why you'd keep it secret; not when everyone knew he'd been pining after you since middle school. But you were too worried it'd change the dynamics of the band, that people would just start to see you as the bassists girlfriend and not your own person. Eddie respected that and, knowing how important it was to you, he knew that people knowing about your relationship could wait.

"Now that I think about it." Karen added from next to you, Graham's arm wrapped around her waist. "I don't think I've seen you get your dick wet once on this tour, are you sure it still works?"

That caused laughter to echo through out the tour bus, band and groupies alike laughing at the suggestion that something was wrong with Eddie. Your Eddie. The mocking alone was enough to have you breaking your agreement, but the absolute crestfallen look on his face, told you what you were about to do was right.

"His dick works fine, thank you." You snapped, looking only at Eddie as you spoke, no one else's opinion mattered now, only his, on what you were doing. "We've been together since new years of '74. You've all just been so far up your own asses that you didn't notice."

Silence settled over the group before Graham burst out laughing, followed quickly by Warren and Karen. "I'm sorry, but there's just no way." Graham laughed, a hand pressed to his chest as he tried to regain his breath, completely thrown for a loop by your sudden confession. "Eddie's been in love with you since middle school, there's no way he'd finally open up to you about it - he'd have done so a decade ago if that were the case."

"You don't believe me?" You scoffed, standing from your seat next to Karen and taking the two steps to stand in front of Eddie, quickly lowering yourself into his lap. His hands held the back of your thighs as your arms moved over his shoulders, one hand cradling the back of his neck while the other tangled into his hair. "Fine."

You didn't waste another second, grinding down into Eddie's lap as you moved into a kiss, pulling and tugging and kissing and sucking in a way too public display of affection. Eddie squeezed at your thigh and when you gasped slipping his tongue past your lips, making the kiss be some sloppier and more desperate as each moment went on. He was quick to stand from his seat, you wrapping your legs around his waist and allowing him to blindly carry you into the back of the tour bus, wherein you could continue your activity in a more private setting.

The group you'd left behind were stunned into silence, each looking at each other lost as to what to say. Eventually, the conversation carried on, but silence continued to consume them whenever they heard a particularly loud moan, or the bus shook a little. How they'd missed it? They'd never know. But that didn't matter, you and Eddie were far too happy about not having to hide things to care about what they thought.

1977 - "and go home"

Tears brimmed your eyes as you moved to the front of the stage, hand in hand with the band as you said your final goodbye. No one had said that yet, that this was the end, but you knew, deep down that it was. Things couldn't continue like this.

You were stood between Eddie and Warren, your two favourite boys, and gripping their hands tightly, bowing low and long before the last audience you may ever see.

Maybe the girl who sat on the Dunne brothers porch steps, unsure if it was worth leaving Pittsburgh would laugh at you now, tell you she'd been right and that everything had gone to shit eventually. But 8 years on, you couldn't have been more grateful for Camilla taking your hand and bringing you to the car.

You had experienced a life that others only dreamed of, one that seemed like a fantasy - it had been real and it had been yours. That was enough.

One by one, the band moved off the stage, listening to the sounds of applause and cheers from their fans as they left. You and Eddie were the last to go, being the furthest from the stage exit, you decided to put on one final show.

You grabbed Eddie by the lapels of his stunning white suit, whispering into his ear. "You look good up on the stage, hot stuff. Gonna miss seeing you like this."

"You can see me everyday." Eddie replied, caressing your face with his hand and holding it against your jaw. "We got a nice house up in the hills to find and some kids to start having." He tilted your jaw up and closer to his, his lips brushing over yours in a featherlight graze. "Unless you still plan on doing that with Graham."

"Shut up."

You closed the gap between you, kissing him hot and hard for the whole of Chicago - and by the next morning, the whole world - to see. The crowd went wild at the scene, that you quickly ended, giving a final bow before running off the stage hand in hand.

As you ran into the wings, you didn't spare a thought to the life you were leaving behind, instead only focusing on the life you and Eddie had planned for yourself - and how awesome that would be.

[jiminjamms]

sex therapy :: 19. open up

chapter tags/warnings: dad! toji. angsty! megumi. strong language. classism. infidelity. manipulative undertones. naoya sucks ass.

word count: 3.6k

notes: thank you for waiting for this update! i was taking exams for some work-related licenses and started my big girl recently. i've also added more chapters to this series because i underestimated when i first planned out the fic. likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. enjoy! xoxo

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“Can...we talk?” 

At first, Toji blinked.  

Naturally, he wasn’t sure how to react to such a situation: his client, who he had assumed avoided him for weeks, now standing at his apartment door? This was new.

He didn’t quite understand how or why you ended up here at this hour, but he forced a worried smile. “Yeah, of course, we can talk.”  

When you first tried to speak, your voice only came out as a hoarse croak. So you had to clear your throat, and you forced words to come out again. 

“I’m sorry,” you managed to eke out.  

“Sorry?” Toji raised a brow in surprise. “For what?”  

Hesitating, you bit gently at your inner cheek. “If I tell you, can you please promise me you won’t get mad? Or judge me? I’m just...looking for someone to talk to, and I really, really need you to promise me.” 

In hindsight, that was a stupid question because you both knew that listening was his job, his profession, his field of expertise. Even with the minimal information Toji had gathered in these few seconds, he probably began piecing together your story on his own already. He was good like that—that was what made him your therapist, so there was no need to sugarcoat anything when he already read right through you. 

Still, Toji eased you with a sturdy nod. “Sure. I promise.” 

You didn’t even know where to start in this apology, frankly. You were sorry for doubting him, sorry for ignoring all the red flags he had pointed out about your husband Naoya Zenin. In the end, you were sorry for being so fucking stupid.  

The first time Toji had warned you about Naoya, you should have listened. Toji was the expert here, so how blind could you have been? There was nothing like the crushing realization when you realized for yourself that winning your husband back was nothing more than a pipe dream.  

Far before marrying you, Naoya had long loved someone else. Sure, ‘love’ may be a strong word, but why else would Naoya never want to be home? He could hardly find interest in you and became revolted when looking your way. He must have felt so wrong, so immoral, when cheating on his side-girlfriend for his wife.  

The way Naoya had spoken to you tonight just rubbed salt into the wound. Just shut up. Know your boundaries. Because you were just, in his words, a fucking ornament.  

His mistress sure wasn’t, though, and anyone could place the winning bet that he had gone off to spend the night with her.  

Why were you not enough? 

Was it because she was pretty and you were ugly? That she was smart and you were dumb? That she was funny and you were dull? Just...why? What was the reason? 

And, through thick swallows and blinked-back tears, you told Toji all of that.  

In one gusto, you have once again dumped all your troubles upon his shoulders. A horrible person, that was what you were—and knowing this, your gaze stayed low.  

From your rambling onslaught, Toji must be processing a lot but gave away no emotional indication. From his years at work, he probably had heard it all. 

You waited for Toji to retort with a pompous ‘I told you so!’ or burst into a disdainful laugh—that was how Naoya would have responded. But those reactions never came.  

On the contrary, Toji tapped his chest. “Come here.”  

You frowned over at him, brushing a stray tear from your chin. “What?” 

“Just get over here.”  

When you still wavered with reluctance, Toji pulled you tight against him—one hand firmly pressed against your lower back as the other guided your face to nestle by his shoulder.  

Not expecting this, you were initially stiff and awkward in his arms. Toji’s chest was hard and muscled rather than comfortable, chiseled from his frequent strength training sessions at the gym. But when he began to rub slow circles at your waist with one hand, the other running up and down your back in gentle strokes, something about these little gestures let all your emotions go. 

Slowly, you brought your arms up to wrap around him, hugging him in response. He was warm, his body like a furnace that heated your skin. You curled your hands into tight fists, grabbing the fabric of his T-shirt along with your hold.  

Then, like floodgates bursting, you melted into Toji with a sob.  

“What have I done wrong?” you wailed. “Why can’t I do anything right? What do I even do from here?” 

Toji listened silently as you continued to bawl, releasing all your anger and pain from the terrible weeks that you had endured. He squeezed you the tightest when you sobbed the loudest, comforting you with his ‘there there’ hums. 

“Everything will be okay,” he affirmed eventually, but his words seemed so difficult to believe. 

“No! Everything won’t be okay, Toji,” you cried and shook your head into his neck. “My husband doesn’t want me. Then, if Naoya doesn’t want me, the Zenins wouldn’t want me. Then, no one will want me!” 

“Not true,” Toji was quick to say. He pulled you closer, his large hands patting your upper back too. “Forget Naoya, he’s an utter jerk. He might leave you, but you know who won’t? At the very least, your father won’t—he loves you.” 

“But I would have disappointed him.” 

“How?” he countered sharply. “If he had known how his son-in-law was treating his daughter, why would your father be disappointed in you?” 

Between sniffles, you ruminated his points, half-convinced. 

Toji, breathing out, then added, “Also...I won’t leave you, either. I care about you. There. You’ve already got two on your side. You will not be alone.” 

“But then, what about,” you kept your lips pressed onto his collarbone, “What about the Zenins? Would they turn their backs on me too?” 

Underneath your fingertips, you could feel Toji tensing at the name. “With a family so large, there are bound to be those supporting you as well. You make it sound like all his aunts, his uncles, his...,” he paused briefly, “...his cousins, all worship Naoya when a household like that is rife with drama beneath surface level. Family isn’t family for something like the Zenins. Politics comes first. Business comes first.” 

His answer came out with such confidently that you silently questioned how he could be so sure. 

But you suddenly remembered the kind embraces from Mai and your heart softened at the thought of Maki. 

Maybe Toji was right. 

A soundless sigh flew from your mouth before your arms tightened around Toji's torso, hugging him and resting your chin on his shoulder. After several moments longer, you finally released one long exhale, your tears having stopped and your breathing less erratic. 

Your heart was like lead in your chest, but you pulled your face away from him.  

“I’m sorry,” you rasped, throat raw. “My makeup got onto your shirt.”  

Toji’s smile was soft. 

“That’s fine.” He couldn’t give a damn about his white top. Reassuringly, he ran his hands along your waist before settling on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. “As long as you are feeling better, that’s all I need. Besides, that’s my job, yes?” 

“Yes...” you mumbled shyly, wiping tears from your face with the heel of your hand.  

At the sight, Toji reached toward a tissue box behind the door frame.  

“Don’t cry anymore. Naoya isn’t worth the heartache, I’ll guarantee you that.” He dabbed at your pretty face with the napkin in his hands, wiping away not only the remaining tears but also the stream of snot. Lovely. “I am your friend, okay? Before the therapist stuff. We will fix this, together. That’s what friends are for.” 

Friends. 

When Toji first called him your friend, you did not think that he would somehow become your closest confidant. 

You leaned into his touch briefly, sinking into the comfort of his palm. 

“Feeling better, princess?”  

Toji watched you with a chartreuse glimmer in his eyes before you finally pulled yourself from his grasp. His fingers flexed at the lost touch, almost like he was hesitant to let you go, but who was he to stop you? It wasn’t like Toji was your husband or anything. 

"I am,” you replied. “Thank you.” 

“Any time.” He hummed in the ensuing silence before stepping to the side. “Since you’re already here, why don’t you come in? I wouldn’t want you going back like this. Naoya won’t be home, so at least you will have some company here.”  

Tempting. 

“I really shouldn’t stay...” 

“What? Are you sure?” 

No, you were not sure, and Toji sure as hell knew that. 

He lolled his head toward the interior, a few of his black strands sliding across his forehead with the movement.  

“C’mon, I won’t bite,” he reassured before chuckling, “unless...you want me to.” 

You shot the therapist a glare, but the resolve to stay upset faded when you saw him gleam with a wide smirk. Well? that mischievous spark in him seemed to say. What do you think?  

Rolling your eyes, you initially snorted at the offer but could not help smiling at the stupid joke immediately afterward. Your body crumpled forward as you burst into giggles, realizing that this was the first time in weeks that you were...laughing?  

“Fine,” you relented. 

Toji seemed to beam in silent victory, which was cute coming from someone who looked so tough. He swept his arm in a gentle arc toward his apartment. 

“Then, after you, m’lady.”  

You gusYou gushed at the title.

"If you insist,” and you stepped in.  

The warmth from his condo was the first to greet you as though a fireplace had been crackling in the distance. For someone who somehow had the means to afford such a luxurious space, Toji went simple in his furnishings. His cream-colored walls were cleared, save for some framed art pieces that dotted the corridors, and there were no ornate cabinets or dazzling décor. His taste in minimalism and timelessness contrasted with the grandeur in your palatial-like residence, but both styles had their appeal. 

He had a gray and beige color scheme going on with the couches, the tabletops, and the lighting fixtures. The walnut wood flooring added a rustic touch to the apartment, and every corner effortlessly converged refined aesthetics with the sense of home. Even the smell inside was cozy because the apartment emanated of him—of Toji himself: spices with the redolence of bergamot and sage.   

He guided you through a (very wide) hallway that opened into an equally expansive living room. Towards the side was a spiral staircase that led to an upper floor and, further ahead, floor-to-ceiling windows opened to an evening panorama.  

The sky was completely dark, with the sun sunk below the horizon long ago, and the waxing moon hung like a silver sliver far away. Holding your breath, you stepped towards the glass, observing the bustle far below that twinkled like firecrackers against the concrete backdrop.  

“You know, your place...is a lot nicer than I expected.” 

The man tucked his large hands into his front pockets. “I’m offended.”  

Instantly, you grew flustered. “No, I didn’t mean it like that!” (Yes, you totally did.) “It’s just that Sukuna had made it sound like—” That you were dirt poor. “But then Geto said...” Okay, you shouldn’t be dragging more people into this. “Never mind.” 

Quickly, you glanced back outside again, hoping to look like you were distracted by the vista. 

“But then Sukuna and Geto said what?” Toji pried, not letting you live this down. He appeared uncharacteristically intrigued. He wanted to know what his coworkers had spilled, by how much you knew. “What have the other therapists said about me?” 

“Ah, nothing much really,” you confessed, which was the truth to some extent.  

“How much is ‘nothing much?’” 

“Just, well,” you rolled your lips together in thought, “maybe that something, some event, or some person wronged you.” Geto’s words rang fresh in your head. “That ‘Toji just isn’t where he could possibly be.’” 

Half-expectantly, you looked over at the said man from under your lashes, waiting for him to comment on the matter. Toji always appeared so hesitant to talk about his past, but you hoped that he would stop being so mysterious. It was as though he was an enigma for cautious reasons, assessing how much he could open up before he could entirely trust you. 

Toji had pursed his lips as the silence in the living room became uncomfortable. But just when he appeared ready to speak, someone else filled the silence for him. 

“Why the hell are you here?” 

All heads turned to a frowning teenager who stood by the foot of the stairs.  

He had dark eyes—dark eyes glared only at you, narrowed into a violent abyss as though he was mentally aiming daggers into your soul. For a fleeting moment, you were puzzled at who this boy was until Toji spoke first. 

“That’s no way to greet a guest, Megumi.”  

Oh, right. Toji had an eighteen-year-old son, and Megumi was his name. While you had spoken with the teenager on the phone before, it was different to see him in person for the first time. 

For starters, the physical similarities between father and son became immediately apparent. Sure, Toji’s features had a rough edge around them—shaped from his additional years in life—but the two shared the same black stands, pointed noses, and taut lips. There was no denying the flawless genes that flowed between them. 

Megumi, though, had a subtle softness to him. The teenager was smaller and shorter compared to his imposing and rugged father, but he tried to mask that youthful innocence instead with his brash style. He pulled off that ‘wild’ look better than most boys his age could, his hair longer and more tousled. The way he stood in a contrapposto, coupled with how stylish he appeared in his fuchsia tee and black cargo pants, made him look like a model from a streetwear magazine. He reached for an ear piercing with fingers adorned with flashy rings, toying with one particular stud as he examined you.  

Goodness, Megumi Fushiguro was as good-looking as Sukuna had hyped him up to be.  

“Well?” the boy’s irritated voice snapped you back to the present. “What are you doing at our apartment?” 

“Oh, me?” You pointed to yourself. Well, no shit. Who else was he talking to? “I, um—” 

“You’re another one of my dad’s women, aren’t you?” the teenager asked out of the blue, leaving you staring at him dumbly. 

“One of your dad’s who?” 

“Hey!” Toji warned, tone sharp. Frowning at the boy, he reprimanded him with one forceful thwack. Dad Toji was very different than Therapist Toji. “Watch what you—" 

“You’re the one who called me down here!” Megumi shouted back, pushing his father’s arm away.  

“Yes, I did. So what took you ten minutes to get here?” 

“I was in the middle of Valorant. I left my team mid-game but for this?” 

And suddenly, there was this thick and awkward tension that engulfed the room. If you had the magical ability to teleport at will, you would. Toji was obviously distraught at his son’s outburst and Megumi was similarly bristled by your presence.  

About you? Well, there wasn’t anything you could do. 

You took a few steps back. It was unsettling to be caught in a heated confrontation between father and son, and you silently wondered if you should just slip away to let those two sort out their miscommunications. 

“So, this is your new strategy, huh?” Megumi seethed vehemently toward his father, capitalizing upon the silence. “Telling me that Nobara and Yuuji are here only for you to introduce me to, out of everyone in this world, her?!”  

The attack felt personal when Megumi raised his arm and pointed squarely at you, even if the boy glowered at his dad instead. You had frozen, stopped by confusion, as Megumi continued in anger: “What is the meaning of this!” 

Toji, who was returning his son’s glare, glanced at you briefly. He didn’t show this side to him very often: the one where he was just a single dad, handling a moody teenage son at home.  

You wondered if Toji felt weird that you were watching him deal with Megumi’s tantrum. At least, he must be embarrassed that this was how your first encounter with Megumi was going, but he didn’t offer much into his internal dialogue because he clenched his teeth, his eyes sliding slowly to his son again.  

“Megumi,” Toji started, “please...don’t point at people. That’s not nice.” 

His voice was sterner than before, but the boy responded with a dramatic scoff. 

“Nice?!” Megumi repeated. “You want me to be nice to her? Is this some sick joke?!” His face twisted with disbelief. “With all the horrible crap that had happened to us, what good thing has she ever done? Just because she’s pretty, and suddenly, you’ve forgiven her for everything?” 

You blinked, stumped. 

Forgive you? 

Why would Toji need to forgive you? 

Perplexed, you turned to Toji but he did not meet your gaze. 

“There is nothing to forgive her for. She hasn’t done anything wrong,” the older man defended, but Megumi wanted to hear none of this. 

He was out for blood. 

“That’s because you’re too fucking infatuated to see the demon she is,” he huffed, voice laced with bitterness. “Dad, I wish you would put your goddamn brain to use and stop thinking with your dick first.”  

“Language!” Toji snapped with a roar. “She’s our friend!” 

“Friend, my ass! I don’t like your fucking friends!”  

With eyes blown wide, Megumi clenched his fists so tightly that his hands began to shake.  

“I just...I just can’t believe you,” and when his voice cracked, there was pain that bubbled from the frustration. “I already told you that I don’t want to meet whoever you are bringing home. Just stop trying so hard for my sake. This hurts me, and this also hurts you. Can’t you see that, Dad? Nothing’s going to bring Mom back! I’m over that, alright?” His Adam’s apple bobbed when he gulped, though, before he finally added: “And I’m tired!” 

At that, Megumi walked—correction, stormed—away. 

“Fuck this shit,” he spat and marched up the stairs, grumbling more profanities upon his climb. 

The footsteps’ volume started to fade, but not before a loud bang startled you when Megumi slammed his bedroom door shut, the entire apartment seemingly shuddering with the sound. 

Beside you, the Toji that you had always known—the snarky man who always seemed so unruffled by even the wildest moments—crumbled a little when he sighed. He rubbed his face with a free hand, sinking his forehead into his palm as he muttered indiscernibly. 

He collected himself he turned back around to you, but you saw that his shoulders sagged with an invisible weight, the emerald glimmer in his eyes now a dim flicker. Within ten minutes, Toji had grown to look stressed and incredibly tired. 

“Hey,” Toji started, his voice impossibly small for a man as large as him. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sorry that you had to see that. He’s usually a good kid. I’ll talk to him again later.” 

You bit your lip.  

“Oh, um...Well...That’s okay,” you eventually replied, which was a total lie because that was not okay. Even as you offered a small smile for support, Megumi—his words, his tone, his ferocious glare—slashed at your heart. You rationalized his behavior aloud to ease your own pain. “Megumi’s eighteen, and you know what teenagers are like: hormonal with their mood swings all the time. You are a great father, Toji. This isn’t your fault.” 

“No. This is my fault,” he replied very quickly.  

Oh. So instead you said: “I get it.” 

“Except you don’t get it.”  

Your heart sank at his words, realizing that you truly did not understand where this father-son conflict stemmed from. Was it...was it because of you? 

You never intended to burden anyone, yet your mere existence appeared to be doing just that. 

It was painful to see Toji like this. During your lowest lows, he always offered considerable comfort and renewed confidence, but you weren’t sure what to say to provide him with the same. By some weird twisted fate, Toji now needed you more than you needed him. As a therapist, he had a special soothing effect, and never have you so badly wished for the same. 

“Then,” this time you were more careful with your words, “Then, help me understand. Help me so that I can then help you.”  

Tone resolute, you longed to learn about the unspoken difficulties that Toji had been facing by himself. While you had your troubles, he must have had many more for his son—not even Toji himself—to act this way.  

Perhaps you also cared for him more than you thought because, as he noted himself, he’s your friend. 

Toji held a long inhale, thinking and thinking and thinking, before breathing out in one audible go.  

“Where do I even start?” 

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end notes: I loved fleshing out our relationship with Toji from a channel to mutually release sexual frustrations to a friendship built upon shared vulnerabilities. Also, Megumi is very much in his emo and rebellious teenage era. Like most people his age, he has his reasons…

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*kicks down door* I'm back for part 2!

26. “I’ll give you two seconds to take that back.” 10. “Please don’t tell me we’re nothing to you… That I mean nothing after everything’s that happened.” 12. “If you ever need me, I’ll be right here. Just as I’ve always been.” 25. “Why does it have to be her? Why can’t it be me?”

My thoughts/ideas: Lilith returns a while after Adam and Lucifer have started engaging in their weird situationship (mostly just them having sex and Adam having a bit of a bisexual crisis). When Adam tries to ask Lucifer what will happen to their relationship with Lilith back, Luci basically denies that they had a relationship to begin with. Adam gets upset, asks him if it meant nothing, and when he gets just silence in response, he just decides to drop it and walk away. Angel comes to comfort him (Holydust friendship <33) and Adam gets to bitch about Lilith for a bit.

Feel free to adjust any parts of the prompts and ideas as you please, have fun :D

Indigo (back on that angst train as usual)

Adamsapple and Holydust friendship!! Did we just become best friends?! :D

Hope you like it! Spicy ending on my Ao3 account ;)

It has taken Adam a long time to come to terms with the fact that he was bisexual and even a little longer to be comfortable with liking men in general. Not only that, but that he may have a preference for men and taking it up the ass. Especially if the man giving it to him was the King of Hell, Lucifer himself.

At first he had panicked, thought that something was wrong with him. But after a lot of soul searching and a few helpful books he swiped from Charlie he eventually came around to not hating the idea. It made having a relationship with Lucifer all that much easier.

Adam felt that their relationship was on an upswing, things were fine right now.

Until she walked in the front doors of the hotel.

Lilith, with her ever beautiful golden hair, violet eyes, red horns, smoking body concealed in a flowing purple gown stood there with all the poise and grace of the queen she once was. Adam thought that Lucifer would have yelled at her for being gone so long, it's been twelve years now.

But no, he went over to her and kissed the back of her hand in greeting, eyes shining and smile wide and ever present.

It made Adam's heart sink down low into a dark place. "Oh look, the Queen of Hell is back. Looks like Lucifer won't be needing his precious little boy toy anymore." Alastor sneered in Adams ear.

He turned a glare to the radio demon, face dark he flipped him off. "Fuck off, Bambi." Adam stomped away.

Lucifer wouldn't just throw away what they had. That bitch had been MIA for years! Adam had been here the whole time! He growled to himself, he really hated her especially after what she did back in Eden, Adam may have been a dick, but he never laid a hand on her. Not like she did to him.

He banished those thoughts, now was not the time.

"Oh, you're here?" He heard Liliths distanful voice call out his way.

"Yeah, I see you are too. What's the matter, heaven not fucking good enough for you anymore?" Adam growled, he crossed his arms over his chest as he looked the first woman on the eye.

Lilith's face darkened. "The beach can only be so beautiful for so long. Beside, I jad to come home to MY family. From the whispers that I've heard, you've been playing house with my husband while I've been gone." She smirked at the way her words crawled under Adam's skin like some infectious disease.

Adam scoffed, "Bitch please, at least I didn't abandon the people you oh so claim to fucking love."

"Look here you little prick, you will not speak to me that way. I'm the Queen around here and you are nobody. You always have been." Lilith and Adam shared a glaring match for a while, the room getting thick with tension.

"Ha! Oookay, let's break this up. Charlie! Can you show your mother around? I've got something to do." Lucifer said as he tried to keep the first man and woman away from each other. Charlie gently came over and took her mom by the arm as Lucifer dragged Adam away down the hall. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Me!? Are you serious right now, she was a bigger cunt than I was out there."

"Adam she's my wife."

"Who fucking ditched you to get a tan in heaven. Open your eyes Luci, she doesn't love you." Adam said, then added. "Fuck, what does this even mean for us?"

Lucifer blinked. "Us?"

Adam rolles his eyes. "Yeah, us, our relationship. Now that queen bitch is back, how are you going to tell her about us?"

"There's nothing to tell."

"The fuck do you mean 'nothing to tell'? We've been doing this for a while now." Adam gestured to them with his hands.

Lucifer shook his head with a smile. "Adam, buddy, there is no us. There has never been an us. We've been sleeping together sure, but nothing more than that."

Adam could not even begin to describe the feeling of the amount of hurt those words brought him. "I'll give you two fucking second to take that back." His voice was low, trying to keep the emotion out of it. How the fuck could he say that to him? After all the ups and downs they went through in the last couple of years, the emotional turmoil they put the other through, all the heart ache and working through their problems so that they could finally be together? Nothing!?

"What did you think we were?"

Adam had thought they were boyfriends. Now he wasn't so sure where he stood. He refused to believe he meant nothing. "We, well I thought...." Adam trailed off, he didn't want to say it. His heart thumped painfully in his chest.

He loved him.

Adam felt his eyes water, he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. Did he fall in love and Lucifer was only getting laid? He felt like a fucking chick. "Please don't tell me that what we have nothing is to you...... That I mean nothing after everything that has fucking happened between us." All he got was silence and a confused and conflicted look on Lucifer's face.

Fuck.

Adam swore he heard his heart crack, the silence between them deafing and all the answer he needed. He never meant anything, had he really been that fucking delusional? Adam felt his lip quiver and he turned away. He wouldn't let this prick see him cry. A tear rolled down his cheek, his chest and throat felt tight. "You need to make a fucking choice, Lucifer. Her or me. If you choose her, I'm not gonna fucking stick around to watch." Adam started to leave down the hall. "If you need me I'll be right here. Like I always have been." Adam briskly took off down the hall, not looking back at Lucifer.

"Adam. Adam!" Lucifer called after him but Adam ignored him. He couldn't deal with this right now.

He didn't even know which way he was going, his vision blurry from the tears that pooled there, the ones not running down his face. Fuck, was he sobbing? Adam felt emense pain and numbness all at once, like his heart had been torn out, placed in a blender and the liquid remains dumped back inside the hollow of his chest.

"Ooof!" Adam bumped into someone, he really didn't want to be around anyone right, he wanted to go to his room and cry his heart out. All he saw was a pink blob through his tear filled eyes, he blinked and Angel became more clear. "Angel?"

"Adam? What the fuck is wrong, what happened? Why are you crying?" Angel asked, he looked Adam over to see if he was hurt.

Adam felt like he couldn't speak, his airway closing off it felt like he might suffocate. "Luc....Lu..." Was all he could get out before he burst into tears. He felt Angel bring him into a hug, his face ended up in his chest fluff as he sobbed, Adam held ths spider demon back in a tight grip.

"Shhh, it's gonna be okay. Come on, let's go back to my room. Tell me what happened." Angel said as he guided a sobbing Adam to his room. He has never seen the sinner this upset before. Angel thinks this is probably the first time he's seen Adam really cry, full on sobbing and shaking. They've been friends for a while now, so it felt like his duty as the best friend to take care of him. When they got to Angels room, Adam sat down on the bed and hugged a pillow to his chest. He screamed into it for a solid minute, until he needed air. Pulling away he gasped for air, Adam stared blankly at the floor, numbness setting in.

He felt Angel sit beside him. "I take it this has to do with Charlie's mom making an appearance."

"Partly."

"What else?"

Adam bit his lip, fuck emotions were hard. "Luc...Lu..." Fuck he couldn't even say his name. "He says that there was never an us." And saying that out loud made Adam's heart snap in two, falling into a dark pit inside of him.

Angels eyes widened. "He said what!? Is he fucking high?" How could Lucifer say that to Adam? A blind man could see how much the devil was in love with him. So why lie?

"That bitch comes back from her little getaway and suddenly I don't fucking matter. Like the last three FUCKING YEARS DIDN'T MATTER." Adam's eyes flashed red, his anger spilling in. Finally an emotion he could handle. "AFTER EVERYTHING I FUCKING DID FOR HIM HE'S JUST GONNA THROW ME AWAY! JUST LIKE BACK IN THAT FUCKING GARDEN, HE CHOSE HER!!" His grip threatened to rip the pillow in half, a wave of sadness hits him again, his eyes go back to their golden color. He felt like a dirty fucking mistress, a place holder, a bed warmer. "W-we've been on dates for fuck sakes!" Adam pulled out his phone, he ignored the texts from Lucifer. For now. He opened his camera roll and the first photo was of him and Lucifer on their last date.

It was about two weeks ago, they went to Lu Lu World for the day. The picture was of them kissing at the top of the farris wheel at night. The carnival lights on the background, Lucifer's right hand was in Adams hair, the other holding his chin as he kissed him. Adam had taken the picture with his right, his left was holding Lucifer's right wrist. They made out for a while up there, like they were fhe only two people in all of Hell. Adam remembered how that kiss made him feel, like they were finally able to be happy with each other.

He showed Angel the picture. "How the fuck can he say that this meant nothing?!" Fuck, he was going to cry again.

Angel took the phone and gazed at the picture. He also remembered that day, him and Husk were on that ride too. "Yeah, you guys look happy here." If Lucifer wasn't the King of Hell or Charlie's dad he would kick his fucking ass, how could he do this to Adam? What a dick. He gave Adam back his phone. "Do you want to talk about it? What's going to happen?"

"I told him to make a chose. Me or her."

"I hope he chooses you, I've been rooting for you guys. Your love story is as tragic as it is beautiful." Angel tried, he didn't want to give Adam false hope but he also didn't want to shit on the guys feelings.

Adam snorted, "Yeah real fucking beautiful." His face drooped, he felt hollow knowing what was going to come soon. "Why does it have to ne her? Why can't it be me? Why can't he ever choose me?"

Angel had never heard Adam sound so defeated. "Well, if he does end up picking her he's making one hell of a mistake. I mean look at you! You're the hottest thing going. No one else in this dumpster fire has eyes like yours, or looks like you do. You're one of a kind." He smiled when he saw Adam's lip twitch in a smile. "Tell you what, when you're ready, I'll doll you up to make you even hotter, we'll go out drinking, find you a honey to rock your world so hard you'll forget the pricks name."

"Thanks Angel." Adam smiled sadly, it did sound like a fun time, but his heart ached at the thought of not being with Lucifer. "But, I don't know when that will be."

Angel brought him into a hug, which Adam returned. "When you're ready big guy. Just let me know." They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. "Not to be a downer, but what will you do after?"

Adam stiffened. "I'll leave."

"Leave?"

"Leave the hotel. Though I'm not too sure where I'll go or if I even actually can leave. The prick still owns my soul."

"You can't fucking leave! Who the hell will I bitch about Val to?" They both gave a small laugh. "What is your beef with Lilith anyway?"

Adam pulled back. "That bitch is the biggest manipulative control freak to ever exist. That fucking book of the story of Hell is a lie! She flipped the script. She nearly fucking choked me to death in that garden." Adam swallowed the unpleasant memory. He could still feel her hands on his neck. "Lucifer saw her and stopped her, but he still chose her." That had cut him deep. The king was never going to chose him would he?

Angel knew that the book of Hell wasn't entirely accurate, but to that extent? Shit. "Fuck that bitch and not on a sexy way. You deserve better."

"I thought I finally had that...."

Angel's phone went off, he groaned when he saw who was calling. "What Val? Yes, yes. I know. Right now? It really can't wait? Fine fine, give me ten." He hung up. "I gotta go, bud. But stay in here as long as you need. Nugs is here, he likes cuddles. I'll be back as soon as I can." Angel ruffled Adam's hair and stood up. Fucking Val, he always has bad timing.

Adam watched as Angel got his things for work and took off. He picked up Nugs and nuzzled the little pig before setting him back down. As nice as it was for Angel to let him stay, he should go back to his own room. He needed to wash the day off of him. With one more pat to the little pig, Adam left for his room that was on the other side of the hotel.

He was just outside his door when he heard his voice. "Adam. Can we talk?"

Adam turned to see Lucifer standing there, he looked upset. "If you've come to tell me you chose that cunt, don't bother. I already knew you would." He turned back to open his door.

"No. I didn't choose her."

Those words stopped Adam in his tracks, halfway in the door. He turned to look at the King. "What?"

Adam was pulled forward, his lips colliding with Lucifer's. He gasped, allowing the devil to sneak his tongue in his mouth and Adam cursed himself for melting. How that one kiss soothed his aching heart and made him weak in the knees, equal parts loving and hating it. He couldn't help the weak moan that escaped him when a hand pulled gently on his hair.

When they pulled apart, he looked into those glowing demonic red and yellow eyes that bore into his golden ones. "I'm sorry." Lucifer started. "I'm sorry for what I said before. You mean the fucking world to me Adam, and I hate that it took me nearly losing you to admit that." He pressed their foreheads together. "What I had with Lilith isn't there anymore. That spark died long ago. What we have, isn't a spark." Lucifer smiled. "It's a flame." He connected their lips again in a softer kiss, it was one like they shared on the farris wheel.

"What about Lilith?"

"What about her? If she wants to be in Charlie's life then that is her business. But regarding our marriage.... That's been over a long time. Besides," Lucifer ran his fingers through Adams hair. "I've moved on."

"Then why did you say those things?"

"I didn't know how emotionally invested you were and I thought I was making it easier for you to walk away. I can't picture my afterlife without you, Adam."

Adam felt a wobbly smile creep onto his face. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I will spend the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me. How much I love you." Lucifer smiled at him, and Adams heart leaped, like every word stitched it back together.

His eyes felt wet, though these tears were not sad. "I love you too, Luci."

"Let me show you, how much I love you.~" Lucifer said, his eyes half lidded and soft.

Adam bit his lip, face warming. "Okay."

[tahliafox]

omg HELLO i am in love with your one-shots, could you please do mommy!nat touching herself while watching photos of the reader’s nude pics of her? ITS OKAY IF YOU DONT DO IT

Pretty photos.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Based on request (sorry this isn't exactly what you requested, most of my fics rely heavily off of dialogue and natasha being on her own wouldn’t have any of that, so the fic would be kinda boring, so i made it into a phone call, hope that's ok and that you like the fic. Thank you so much for requesting <33) also holy fuck balls, I love your fics too

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Older!Natasha, Smut, Innocent!reader, Mommy!Natasha, Masturbation, phone sex.

Words: 759

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Missing u mommy. Can't stop thinking bout u :(

Natasha had been staring at the message for at least 10 minutes now, laying in her bed alone. It almost seemed unreal to her. Her innocent little angel sending explicit photos to her in the middle of the day with no warning whatsoever was a locked away fantasy of hers, a dream that she never thought would come true, but it had. 

You had solemnly left Natasha earlier today, having to go to your parents house for the weekend. Natasha was hesitant to let you leave, wanting to come with you but you didn’t like the idea of your father meeting your girlfriend who was the same age as him.

She took off her pants and underwear as soon as you sent it, being on the run, alone in Norway, there was no risk to fucking herself anymore. Her slender fingers caressed her arousal and smeared it over her clit. Her breath picked up and got heavy when she started rubbing herself whilst looking at the photos you had sent her. 

The first one could be taken as innocent, your hair down framing your face, Natashas oversized sweater covering your torso and upper thigh. Unbeknownst to Natasha, you weren't wearing anything underneath her sweater and had been rubbing yourself on the sleeves (that smelt of her) for the last half an hour. 

The second one was a little more promiscuous. You had brought the sweater up so she could see that you weren't wearing anything underneath. There was a clear glisten of wetness coating your thighs. God what she would give to lick that off your bare skin. 

The third one was to a whole new extreme. You must have gained some confidence as the sweater had come off, your tits were dressed in pretty white lace (complimenting your complexion) and you had forgone any panties. The phone was held in your left hand, pointing at the mirror and your left was buried in between your slick-covered thighs.

Her breathing got heavier as she fucked herself harder. 

Mommy can’t stop thinking about you either, sweet angel. You look so pretty in those photos for me. Making mommy want to fly over just to fuck you dumb.

The read receipts showed up, then three bubbles at the bottom of the screen. Natasha's heart jumped 

[incoming call from ‘mommy’s angel <3’]

Natasha immediately clicked the answer and the first thing you heard was her heavy breathing. Sadly there was no video attached so she kept the third photo on her screen instead, imagining that's what you were currently doing. 

“Hi, mommy.” you whispered out meekly, embarrassed about what you had sent.

“Fuck, angel. You’ve got mommy all worked up sending those pretty photos.” Natasha moaned out, her fingers speeding up at the sound of your voice.

“Missed you, tried to cum but can’t do it without you.” you whimpered when you realised what she was doing. “Need my mommy's help, I can only cum with you.”

“Aww, sweetheart. Has mommy broken you? My poor little girl not being able to cum without her mommy's help. S’ok baby.” she slurred. “Mommy's here now, want to carry on pleasing yourself for me?”

“Don’t know how.” you heard a sloppy sound on the other side of the call. 

“Rub your clit with your middle finger, for me. Up and down just how mommy does it when we are together.” Natasha instructed. You did as she said and started fingering at your clit. “Keep talking, baby. Let mommy hear your voice.”

“Can’t, mommy. My parents are downstairs.” you whispered. Natasha moaned at the thought of you sneaking away from your family dinner to talk to her and bucked her hips off the bed.

“Oh, poor baby. Just keep rubbing yourself for me. Mommy is so close, angel. You going to cum with me?” Natasha was desperate to cum but didn’t want to leave you out. Her moans got louder and breaths got heavier and a sticky sound was coming out of the phone. “Can you hear how wet you make me, baby? Mommy’s dripping onto the bed thinking about all the ways I can ruin your pretty little head.”

Without being able to stop it, Natasha came with a moan of your name. This pushed you over the edge and you bit into your bedsheets to stop yourself from screaming. 

“Thank you for sending those photos to me. I'm so proud of you for having the confidence, always such a good girl for mommy.”

[aphroditness]

OMG UR WRITING FOR MONKIE KID NOW?!!?!!!!?11/1//1/ AAAA IVE ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT UR FANFICS WOULD BE LIKE WITH THE FANDOMM

Could I like.. request a fic where Wukong and Macaque both have a really strong crush on Model F!y/n and they're always arguing with eachother/fighting for her? but she's already getting so many love confessions so they both dont have the guts to tell her. Thank youu!!

YESSS I AMM </33 And omg I love the fandom sm bro im already obsessed. And no, we are not gonna talk abt how Im in love with both wukong and macaque.. im not a furry I swear..

I will be making this a series since I have no originality, consider this part one ;)

There are ships included like Shadowpeach and Chimera (but mostly Dragonfruit.)

Reader is in her early 20's

Some parts of the story may shift from different pov's, aka; point of view(s). Being first, second and third person.

Reader is a closeted bisexual/biquestioning so if you cant handle that then I politely advise you to close this fanfic.

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You were new to megapolis, reason; your modelling career being there, but mostly because you wanted to try something new, and since you had family who lived in megapolis, why not give it a go? You were sad to be leaving your parents and your friends from back home, but they respected your decision overall.

It was early morning. You found an apartment close by a restaurant that your mother loved, Pigsy's noodles. Although you've never tried them before, you always took your mama's word for it. But you had to unpack your bags first. The food would have to wait. Your luggage's were overflowing with clothes, makeup, decorations, video games, posters.. and so. many. magazines. It took about 3 hours to zip open all of them, arrange, and sweep the apartment floors so you could be ready to go. By the time you checked your phone it was 10:37 AM and you needed to get your outfit on. You only had a week off until you had to meet up with your supervisor.

You got ready and took out your heatless curls before you brushed the last of your silky hair. Again, checking the time it was 12:00 PM. A perfect time to go out and finally check out the place you've always been dying to go to. Funny, right? How you've been all around the world but the place you've wanted to see the most was a fast food restaurant. Heck, if things really did work out for you, you'd consider actually.. Staying. You grabbed your juicy couture bag which contained your wallet, hairbrush, lip-gloss, phone and your charger. Then exited out your apartment door, being greeted by the chill breeze of air and crowds of people walking by. First step you made, and you could already feel the excitement rushing through you like adrenaline. Cruising through teenagers and overworked business' employees like it was another catwalk.

15 minutes of people stepping on your shoes and shoving you in multiple directions came to an end once you reached Pigsy's noodles, which there were no other people in sight, oddly strange. You wondered if this was the correct place your mother had been talking about for years since you were a toddler. But there were no other places similar to this, it had a nostalgic aroma even to those who've never visited. Making the place seem homey and welcoming. You were about to step inside until the sounds of pots and pans clattering came out from the other side of the door while you heard people yelling at each other.

"WHERE'S MY STAFF?!" was what you got out of the muffled screams. It seemed like they needed help, so you wanted to see what you could help out with. You twisted the knob and opened the door, instantly walking inside and closing it behind you so there would be no distractions to the ones outdoors.

You froze as you widened your eyes, looking to see a staff similar to a legend you heard before, the monkey king? Makes it even more confusing to see him literally RIGHT. BESIDE. IT.

You were already freaking out as what seemed like the owner of the store was also panicking, trying to calm you down while a boy holding the staff looked like he was about to faint.

Pigsy: DID YOU NOT LOCK THE DOORS MK?!

Mk: I THOUGHT I DID! OH MY GOD.. THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE.

Wukong: ...is it too late to disappear?

Y/n: "Okay! OKAY- Uhm.. I don't even know you.. so i'm just gonna get- going- now-"

But "STOP!" was the only thing you heard before you could barely even turn to leave. You froze again and slowly turned your head, taking the time to look at everyone around you.

Mei: There's no point in not to tell her, she may not know us. like literally, she's a complete stranger! But we can't let her leave nowww! Plus I kinda wanna keep her.. she's wayyy tooo prettyyyy..

A girl in a green jacket and two ponytails said. Your cheeks noticeably turned a subtle shade of red as you smiled in flattery.

Tang: Although I do agree, she's not a doll Mei, you can't just keep her. Plus, how do we even start.. I'm usually good at explaining things..

Wukong: Hey, hey! Guysssuhh!! I'm pretty sure this is where I come in!

You looked at the monkey up and down as you blinked in surprise, him stepping forward to start from the beginning of how he technically wasn't a myth, bragged a bit about his immortality and how a super-cool mentor he was, and continued to introduce himself and the rest of the people in the store. It normally would've taken you some time to memorize the names of so many people, but the shock had the names engraved into your memory. But you finally calmed down significantly after you sat down and allowed Pigsy to let you eat a bowl of noodles, surprisingly on the house. Which Tang didn't think was fair because he said you had "pretty privilege" and started nagging, but you laughed and took the last sip of your bowl. You stayed in honor of having a new person (that person being you.) into the Lmk squad. Mk grabbed your hand and decided to bring you upstairs to show off his room ignoring as Pigsy screamed after him, telling him to quick slacking off and to finish his shift first.

♡

I was being dragged off into Mk's room, which was a bit messy, but he seemed happy to show it off anyway. He invited me to sit on the carpet as he sat beside me. I had to admit, I found it funny how interested he was in finding out more about me. His childlike behavior and excitement was similar to having a little brother, yes, I was aware that I was only a year or two older than him, But I was more than happy to answer any questions he had for me.

It was fun, we stayed upstairs for about 40 minutes playing his favorite video game of the monkey king. I guess you could say ... he was a bit of a fanboy, huh? But hearing him ramble on and on about something he was so passionate about made me feel useful that I could listen to someone. Did this mean we were friends now?

Mk: Hey Y/n!

Y/n: Yeah? What happened Mk?

Mk: Do you have Snapchat or something? Since we're friends I wanna add you on my socials so we can talk more.

Y/n *Caught off guard a bit*: O-oh. I- uh.. Sure!

It's not like I was trying to be awkward, but to be honest, as far as the compliments go, I don't have any friends.. Wow. Uh. That sounded way more desperate than I intended it to be.. I've been so busy with travelling but now that I'm permanently staying in ONE PLACE, I actually have the opportunity to make some. And be friendly, y'know? I guess I zoned out while playing video games with MK because I didn't notice how Pigsy slammed his door open and started to scold him.

Pigsy: DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO GO BACK UPSTAIRS? GET DOWN HERE, AND. GET. DELIVERING. OR IM CUTTING YOUR PAYCHECK !!

Mk: Okay okay!! I'm coming down, jeez.. Sorry Y/n, but I have a job to take care of, you can hang with Mei, or just stay here if you want to in the meantime!

Y/n *Smiles*: It's all good, do your best. Oh, and don't get fired!

Mk smiled at me one more time before heading back downstairs while Pigsy chased him with a frying pan, I giggled and turned off the controllers, as well as the game before turning around and seeing a specific monkey ..

Y/n: Monkey king? Where did you come from? Wait. Your not-

...

"Wukong? I know, the names Macaque. Six eared Macaque if you've ever heard of me, have you?"

Y/n: ..Actually I haven't, how come the others never told me about you? Are you one of their friends or something?

Macaque: *Mumbling; well you ask a lot of questions now don't you?* Well.. Yeah! Uhm... I haven't really spoken to them for some time. We have our cons, I guess. That's probably why they haven't mentioned me so far.

His hand on the back of his head, smiling with lowered eyes waiting for my response, this seemed kind of fishy.. Fishier than whatever the hell was under Mk's bed. He looked a bit similar to Wukong, and i've read a lot of wattpad to think that "Macaque" was either enemies, best friends with him, his boyfriend, ex boyfriend, or soon-to-be-boyfriend or- okay I'll stop

Y/n: Well, why are you here?

Macaque: Hm?

Y/n: So why did you feel the need to appear all of a sudden? And why in front of me, couldn't you have said hello to the others first?

Macaque: Well, I would. But like I said, we aren't on the best of terms right now. And I wanted to introduce myself since they'd probably not let me near you.

Y/n: Ah .. I see..

Macaque: You wanna get out of here?

Y/n *Shocked as she holds her breath for a moment*: I.. I don't think I should.

Macaque: Pft. Your no fun. If you can't make up your mind, your probably just as indecisive as I though.

He looked at me up and down, like he was mocking me or something. Not the greatest first impression for someone who wanted to avoid talking to their friends. I can tell why they don't like him, what a creep.

Y/n: What is that supposed to mean? Jerk..

Macaque: Well you sure think your on top of the world, huh? If you need something, give me a call will ya? When your less petty.

With shadowy figures surrounding the room, and a purple cloud of smoke making it hard to see, I closed my eyes for just a few seconds. I let out a cough before I opened them and he was just.. Gone? Talk about a dramatic disappearance. I probably should tell the others. He seemed so threatening, so dramatic too. I was no fun? Me? HE'S the boring one! THAT SHIDBCJFKBVKGDBGDZKNJ BITCH.

I should've yanked his beautiful hair out before he left, but I don't wanna cause a fuss in someone else's house, store? "I don't want to be a bother while I'm in here" I thought. I walked out of the room and went downstairs being greeted by Mei, who took my hand and went out the store. Where was she taking me?

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Okay, I know I shouldn't have taken her somewhere without her permission, but I was bored alright? Without Mk, I had someone else to join me and Red for our hang-out! Although it was quite loud up there. Did Mk force her to play that Monkey king fangame the whole time? I giggled when she asked me where I was taking her.

Y/n: So where are we going?

Mei: Only to the best freaking place in the freaking universe! THEEE ARCADEEEE!

Y/n: Ohh! You must really love that place, seems you and Mk are kind of alike.

Mei: That's why we're best friends! And you are too now!

Y/n: Huh? I am?

Mei: Yeah! You seem cool, and with the whole awkward introduction thing, I figure why not get to know each other to make it less forced.

Y/n: I mean.. I guess we could get to know each other. Is there anyone else coming?

Mei: Ohh.. Just a nuisance..

Y/n: Wait wha-

Mei: A friend, I mean. Just a really ANNNNNOYINGG one who I had to beg for HOURS to meet up with! I didn't wanna go alone since Mk was busy, but now I want to bring you with, so you two could introduce each other!

Y/n: Oh.. so like an enemies to lo- I mean.. Frenemies thing? Don't worry, I'm pretty chill with ignorant people, I work with them all the time!

I let out a laugh when y/n made that joke, I never got to know what her job was though. But it seemed like she was well off, her skincare routine must've costed a lott cause GODDD she was glowing frfr

I walked with her as we listened to girl in red, and spotted red son in front of the arcade, he looked at me and gave me the biggest mf side eye I've ever seen smh. He turned to y/n and raised a brow as we went up to him.

Mei: HEYY WHAT'S COOKING GOOD LOOKING 😏

Red son: Oh my god- Hello, Mei. And Who's this?

Mei: Her name's Y/n, she sort of found out about the monkey king and..

Red son: Wait, WHAT?!

Mei: Ahahaha.. Yeah she walked in on us.

Red son: So now your just going around letting strangers find out? How could you and Mk be so stupid..

Y/n: It was an accident, and no. They are not letting random people find out, it's just me. Stop being so dramatic, and over what? If your gonna insult Mei AND Mk for one small thing than maybe you shouldn't have came, if your gonna be such a jerk at that too.

Mei: Y/n I-

Red son: Hmph. I'd normally not take comments like this from a peasant like you, but you'd seem like an exception, loud mouth.

Red son walked away as he turned around, asking if we were coming with him to the arcade, I mean. At that point I was gonna ask Y/n If she wanted to leave.. But she followed him anyway, I think I just made them get into some sort of rivalry.. Oops.

Nobody talked to each other until we got there, cause like- it's the FREAKING ARCADE??? I dragged y/n's hand and brought her to every gaming station. I. Could. Find. She seemed to enjoy it too but Red son was just wandering around like a lost 3-year-old. Soo I dragged him along too. And soon both y/n and red son were having this major competition on .. just .. dance? What the-??

Red son: YOU STUPID PEASANT- YOU SUCK AT DANCING!!

Y/n: SAYS THE GUY WHO'S LOSING TO ME!!

Yeah.. uh.. Anyway, while they were having their dance-off, I decided to play some of the racing games that were ACTUALLY working, I may or may not have broken a few from rage..

♡

It was probably an hour or two before red son used his teleporting fire majiggy powers to attend his "Royal matters".. What a sore loser! But whatever, he most likely just came to hang out with his little cruuuushhh~

I was heading back to Pigsy's, dropping Mei back home safely first before going on my phone and checking the time. I wasnt too sure if Mk would be done his shift at 7, but why not check anyway?

Walking down the partially empty sidewalks, You stopped by a little shop nearby and grabbed a boba before heading a few blocks down to open the door to Pigsy's. You heard the door creak before stepping inside and sighing as you closed it, turning the knob.

You heard a voice, and it wasn't Mk's.

Wukong: Hey, Uh.. Bud? We need to talk.

This was gonna take a weird turn, huh..?

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Love Song for a Vampire Pt.37

Pairing(s):Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x Witch!OC

Warnings: none

Words: 3029

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Kate's scream could be heard past the tall trees that surrounded the Denali coven's home. Reaching the ears of Tanya and Eleazar who had been out hunting to replenish their stock of blood that would last them the rest of the month. Briefly exchanging a troubled look, they drop their equipment and dash off back to the house where they found Kate on her knees in the living room. She was begging Carmen to wake up. The large bay window of their living room was smashed, glass looking like snow against their hardwood floors. Eleazar collapsed onto his knees beside Kate.

"I walked away only for a second to answer a phone call. . ." Kate tells the other two. Slowly, Carmen was coming to as her pale eyelids flutter with life. "Irina must have taken that opportunity to get out. I'm sorry."

Tanya helps her sister up and maneuvers her to the couch while Carmen's mate helps her rouse to consciousness. "It's not your fault." Hastily thinking, Tanya calculates the amount of time Kate had been away and up to when she came upon Carmen. She didn't want to acknowledge out loud that Irina was probably far away now. Mentally she curses knowing that they were now in deep shit with Irina's escape. In a flash she has her phone in her hands and taps Edward's phone number. They had to get this situation under control as soon as possible.

Supporting his mate, Eleazar has Carmen in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder as her black eyes struggle to focus. "Irina?"

"Sshhh, it's okay." He hushes her, gently rocking the both of them to and fro. "We'll get her back."

Her hand goes up to her head and she lets out a groan. "I can't believe this. . . how humiliating."

Unable to sit still, Kate stands up. "I'm going to start tracking her."

Over her shoulder, Tanya reminds her to keep her phone on her in case she comes across anything. Not bothering to use the front door, Kate hops out of the gaping hole in the window that Irina had made and becomes but a golden flash as her legs run at the speed of light. Finally the dial tone is cut off and Tanya hears Edward's voice in a greeting. No time for that. "We have a problem, Ed. Irina's gotten out."

She could hear his sharp inhale. "When? Kate called me just a few minutes ago."

"It happened within that time frame. Irina overpowered Carmen and knocked her out. Kate went after her right now but I don't think Irina is in the area anymore." If her heart was still functioning like a usual human, it would be frantically beating behind her breastbone. This was not good. There were two places that Irina could be heading toward: the Volturi or Forks. Maybe she planned to take matters into her own hands and find where the wolves were. "Send an alarm to the wolves that they need to be on the lookout for her just in case. I don't know what she's thinking anymore but if she so happens to go into your territory, you might be able to detect her before anyone else and warn the others."

"Got it. . . is Carmen okay?" He needed to get out to warn the wolves, but he was also concerned for Carmen.

From where she'd wandered off, Tanya looks back to the living room where Eleazar had situated Carmen on the couch before he too was zipping out of the window. "She's okay. Might have a headache, but it'll pass as will the guilt."

They say curt goodbyes. Tanya shoves her phone back into her pocket as her loud strides clacking back to the rest of her family. "Alright. You guys can stay here if you want to, but I'm gonna join Kate and see if we can find any tracks to where Irina may have gone."

Carmen is already staggering to her feet and giving her head a shake to clear her brain. "I'm fine. Lets go." Her mate is skeptical but has never been one to protest his wife when she has her mind made up. He simply follows her lead, his hands ready if she was still feeling lightheaded and fainted.

Alone, Tanya takes this moment to let out a distressed sigh and rub her hand against her forehead. They were given one job: to keep a sharp eye on Irina. Disappointment is not the strongest emotion she felt then and there. Shame floods her as she was unable to make Edward proud of her and her coven. Acknowledging that it would take a while for her romantic feelings for Edward to go away, she still didn't like letting down the Denali's one true ally.

She believed in no gods or deities but she found herself praying to whoever was willing to listen to her. Praying that Irina made a stop to Forks first before heading to Italy. Maybe then she could be apprehended and contained. Hopefully with (y/n) among the wolves, she could stop them from mistreating Irina. Even though Irina threatened the peace, she was still her sister and Tanya was loathe to lose another family member.

Free at last.

A massive weight lifted off your shoulders, along with your backpack as you open your bedroom window and toss it inside. Closing it once more, you waste no time in joining Embry in the jog to Sam's. Both of you nothing but smiles as the both of you cheered and laugh now that your academic life would not hinder the more entertaining aspect of the pack. Now you could hang out with the witches and watch them.

The summer sun that streamed through the massive branches of trees was kind and heightened the carefree feeling that you and Embry were drunk off of. Sunlight makes a kaleidoscope of shapes on the ground. They moved with the swaying of leaves and limbs.

But the massive figure of Sam's black wolf emerges from the brush and seemingly scaring off all light. You and Embry halt. You couldn't read his mind yet his pinned back ears and raised hackles told you that something was wrong.

To make the travel go faster, the two of you hoist onto Sam's back and he darts to his home. The backyard still has the two tents sitting silently. Void of occupants. Leaping off his back, Sam quickly shifts back to his human skin and you avert your eyes as he shimmies into his shorts. Questions aren't asked. Not yet. His silence told you enough as he leads you through the kitchen and into the once again crowded living room. This time Edward was at the center along with the three witches and Bella seated on the couch, her nervous gaze flitting around the room until they land on you and relief leaks from her.

"Where's Leah?" Sam curtly asks Seth who shrinks.

"She's not feeling well. . ." An obvious lie. Anyone could tell from the manner which Seth's gaze is focused on his feet. Sam doesn't press it though, there are more important issues to take care of and Leah was at the bottom of his list.

Sam shares a nod with Edward, the vampire taking it as a sign to proceed. "Irina from the Denali coven has escaped."

Ice freezes the blood in your veins and robs you of breath.

"What this means is that she could potentially be either on her way to the Volturi or here." His eyes no longer hold that charming honey-gold, instead they're darkened. When was the last time he'd had any animal blood, you wonder to yourself in concern. You feel your packmates stiffen around you at the potential threat of another vampire trespassing on their territory. "The other members of her coven have already been out to look for her around their home but its clear she's long gone."

Nadege closes her eyes and whispers something in her native creole. Next to her, Evita holds her hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. Dieufel listens with dark, sharp eyes.

"Can't Alice use her power to see where Irina is going?" Colin's voice was timid as he spoke up. One of the youngest members of the pack, they rarely spoke up during meetings like this as they were aware of their status as a young pup. But it was a good question posed to Edward.

"She's not here at the moment." replies Edward which causes Bella to shift uncomfortably in her seat and even Embry and Quil glance at one another. Everyone pinned so much on Alice's special ability. She was what could make or break any subsequent plans.

"I can find her." Dieufel's voice breaks through the concern in the room. But Nadege and Evita only look up at him with worry. Evita and Dieufel had been working so hard to make the wards and it showed on their features. Tired eyes and weary creases above their brows. This would drain Dieufel even more.

Reading his mind, Edward gets all the answers faster than if Dieufel were to have verbally said them out loud. "As fast as you can."

The male witch nods. "It will be done." His eyes rove over to Nadege and Bella. His lips press firmly together before nodding toward his cousin. She could read his mind easily, just not in the same way Edward had. From the expression in the depths of his eyes that she knew so well, Nadege was aware of the responsibility that was now placed on not just her, but the novice Bella as well.

You observe Bella's face. Quil had one time said that Bella had a very neutral face, almost void of any emotion. But that was not true. Her expressions were subtle. The biting of her bottom lip. A slight twitch of her brow. You could tell she was nervous. Having only been learning magic for three days, it surely wasn't enough for her to dive right into making wards. You feel for her.

Dieufel leaves the living room and heads to his tent to begin gathering his materials. Time could not be wasted.

Sam sends out Jared along with Embry, Seth, and Brady. Ideally it would have been nice to have another wolf added to their security. There were still no news of Leah and Sam still was wary of welcoming Jacob back so soon. Though the imprinting hormones flooding through Jacob could possibly now be utilized as a good thing. The innate instinct to protect his imprintee would make him all too vigilant and ready to defend. Quietly while plans are being devised, you bring this up to Sam, pulling him away from the main room.

He regards your words but there's a storm of conflict behind his dark eyes. Edward keeps his attention partly on you and Sam as he speaks with Evita. Nadege has to shoo them out of the center of the room so that she could start making a fourth ward. Bella lingers behind her hesitantly, trying to pretend Edward's presence didn't bother her. Colin and Quil brush past them as their part of the close guard along with Paul. Those who would keep close in case Irina slipped through. "Theoretically, it's a good idea. But. . . you know how unpredictable imprinting can make you in the early weeks."

You nod. "I know. But we could really use everyone we have."

Exhausted, Sam rubs the back of his neck while he ponders. "Okay. Okay. I'll give him a call. I'll try Leah again too."

His small brick of a phone is clutched tightly in his hands already. He'd broken several others, this one lasting him the longest still possessed a cracked screen and a missing button. He goes down a small hallway where you knew his shared bedroom with Emily was. You catch her poking her head out as Sam whispers something to her. They close the door behind them, leaving everyone else to get to their own individual work.

Emily must be scared at this new threat to her and Sam's life. Now she was the lone, normal human among everyone. You'd caught her once listening in on Bella's lessons. She seemed a little embarrassed that she'd been caught.

"You okay?" Edward spooks you from the abruptness of his voice. His hand was reaching toward you as if he'd been about to place a hand on your arm. It hangs in the air between the two of you. You relax and move your body so that his hand firmly presses against your shoulder. Tentatively you touch his wrist. His lips twitch into a shy smile. Were you moving too fast? You didn't know if wrist touching was alright or too. . . intimate.

"Yeah. I'm okay. Sam is going to call Jacob and ask him to come. We could really use the extra help."

"Mr. Cullen?"

Dieufel stands in the doorway of the kitchen, hesitant to interrupt both of you.

Curious, Edward only takes a second to read his mind and understand what he was going to ask of him. "Of course I'll help. Just tell me what to do." He turns back to you, his smile returned as he basks in your touch for a moment more before peeling himself away. Dieufel doesn't move though as his gaze turns to you and Evita.

"Why don't the two of you come along with us. Evita, you need to work on your tracking spells right?" Dieufel reminds her. "This will be good practice for you." He doesn't wait for either of you to say anything as he walks back to his tent where most of his personal supplies are being kept. Off in the distance you could hear your packmates moving through the trees to sniff out any kind of vampire scent that didn't belong to the Cullens.

The sound their pounding paws made could be likened to thunder. That wolf part of you is pulled toward them, wanting to join the hunt. But your alpha told you to stay put, keep watch here. After all, Emily was still inside the house. Unable to protect herself. She needed whatever protection was left to offer her.

On the wooden picnic table that had white painting chipping off in flakes were the tools of Dieufel's trade. A shallow bowl made out of a purple crystal (possibly amethyst). Around the lip of it are etchings, similar to those you've seen already while hanging around Evita. With his back turned to them, Dieufel takes a vial from around his throat and unplugs the stopper. You wonder what it is but he gives no name to whatever silver liquid he pours into the gemstone vessel. Around it are four stumpy little candles supported by small holders. One brown, one red, one blue and one white.

"The time of day isn't ideal." Dieufel admits and glances up at the sky. "But we'll have to make do."

He beckons everyone closer, particularly Evita and Edward so that they could be of more use. Moving Edward so that he was now in front of the bowl, Dieufel explains that only Edward will be able to see the location of where Irina might be since he knows what she looks like and has been around her in the past few days. Her impression will be fresh upon him.

"Evita, my grimoire." It was on the edge she was closest to, a great leather bound book. Weather worn and near bursting. Evita lifts it up and before she could hand it to him, Dieufel flicks his wrist and the book opens in her hands. She suppresses a surprised yelp, watching as the pages fan open to the correct one that had the tracking spell. He hisses out another word that you don't quite catch but the stubby candles suddenly burst to life with little beacons of flames. Edward's eyes are wide as he has a front row seat.

Their magic was always amazing to witness.

"And what do we do next?" He probably knows this spell from memory, but he's also training Evita too.

She tries at first to recall it from memory, but in a second her eyes flick down to the yellow page. "Mugwort. Sprinkle mugwort on the surface." Already on it, Dieufel's dark hand pops open a plastic container with what looked like moss. You'd heard about the herb before, commonly used even on the reservation. Especially among the elders. He grabs a fistful and skillfully sprinkles it producing ripples on the liquid's surface. Each ripple starts to bleed a cosmic swirl of blue and purple as Dieufel murmurs something under his breath. "Next we'll need. . ." Evita looks to Edward "a piece of your hair."

Edward's brows quizzically raise but he's not one to ask questions of a witch and easily lifts his hand to his head, plucking a single strand. Offering it to Dieufel between pinched forefinger and thumb.

"Conjure up her image the best you can. Every facial detail, make it crystal clear in your mind. Focus. Don't lose it." He instructs once he has Edward's hair. Rubbing it between his fingers. "Ankhom tenebris vinculum"

Closing his eyes, you focus on Edward's face. Every twitch and movement behind his eyelids.

His hair is gently placed into the cosmic waters, stilling them and producing a soft, shimmering light. "If you have her in sight, slowly open your eyes and look into the bowl." Carefully with his hand on the nape of Edward's neck, Dieufel moves him so that his face is leaning directly over the surface.

Fluttering his eyelids lazily open, Edward takes a sharp inhale once they're fully open. "Wow. . ."

You try to see around them, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever it was Edward was seeing. All you could make out was light dancing around the rim of the bowl. The runes glowing as Edward's eyes widen even more.

Apparently it doesn't take too long before Edward's found where Irina is for he hisses and nearly flings himself away from the picnic table with wild eyes. "Jacob. She's heading towards Jacob's."

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[raayllum]

Do you have any favourite underrated Rayllum moments (either in the show or in the novels, graphic novels etc) ??

Oh so many!! I was a S1 shipper as well so I've always had the goggles on, which will undoubtedly influence this list (we're talking the littlest of the little moments) - novel quotes are in quotations

Callum glancing back to look at her in 1x03 when she stays behind to battle the smoke wolves

His happy little face when she's 'faced her fears' in 1x05 after they go down the waterfall

Literally every scene between them in 1x06 (which along with 1x05 and 1x04 are the Foundational Rayllum Eps, to me) + bonus shout out to Rayla winking at him twice while she's stretching

Callum admitting to her face that he was so distracted by her / thinking about her that he forgot the food they needed to live

Rayla teasing him in 1x07 just as an excuse to get all up in his space (like seriously, she's not nearly as touchy-feely with Ezran by any means)

"Everyone else started up the mountain, but Callum lingered. 'Are you okay?'"

"And for some reason, she found she wanted to share what she'd seen with Callum, even if she didn't tell anyone else."

"Rayla was now one of the best friends Callum had ever had."

The way Callum trails off for a split second with "She's more like a..." in 2x02 cause he isn't sure what to say / is considering it for probably the first time

Rayla not only admitting that she's scared of hurting him (at all) but that she's scared of hurting him to another Moonshadow elf, even though Moonshadow elves aren't supposed to show fear, ever

Callum being like "yeah we'll walk around an Entire Sea for you" and not caring at all about how long it'd take, only for 5 minutes later when they're going with the boat plan to be like "getting somewhere faster matters!!" like you love Rayla so much it makes you look stupid

Rayla taking his bag from him in 2x04

Rayla briefly cradling the back of his head as she lays him down in 2x08

How Callum stares at her and just her as she leads him into the canyon in 2x09, only looking around at their surroundings instead of at her when she indicates for him too

Callum forgetting that Sol Regem, the giant dragon actively trying to kill them, is even there because he's so focused on trying to get to Rayla after she's caught in the rockslide in 3x01

The teasing/admiring looks they exchange over the whole fart flower thing. They're best friends <33

The little smile she gives him in 3x05 after she's helped pull him up the ambler

The tiny smile they hold and exchange in 3x07 after their mock flirting as they continue walking up the Storm Spire

Eating from the same plate and wearing matching jammies / sharing room(s) in Through the Moon

That one panel where they're walking to see Allen and Callum's eyes are closed while he happily talks about something and Rayla's smiling and listening? Lives rent fucking free in my head. Encapsulates everything I imagine for post-war/everything Rayllum. 10/10, one of the panels of All Time, to me

Callum touching his arm once she lets go during their reunion in 4x03, boy was down bad immediately

Callum leaning over in between shots (in the background) like his life fucking depends on it to see if Rayla is going to come along on their trip with Ezran or not in early 4x04

Callum's face falling in 4x05 when they're talking on the Pinnacle only when Rayla says "Last time I was here, I leapt to my certain death"

All their little glances (particularly in 4x05 and 4x06) in S4 - mad or talking or not, they're still each other's person and slip right back into their old routines

Rayla looking to him silently for reassurance in 4x06 and the way Callum nods and gives it to her automatically. It's so sweet <33

How much Rayla plays with her hair around him in 4x07 like girl please

How consistently smiley Callum is in 5x01 despite the fact nothing's really gone right for them because Rayla is back and he's fully letting himself be happy about it for the first time, it's such day-and-night to how he is in S4

Callum having drawn Stella in his sketchbook at some point before 5x02 is so cute to me

The way Callum watches her hands and gestures in 5x04 so attentively when she's starting to open up

Rayla holding and handing his staff and bag to him as they're leaving the Bookery in 5x04

All of Rayla tending to him and helping him in 5x07, her hand braced along his back and/or on his shoulder

Him being a massive fucking loser and stumbling over in 5x09 so unsteadily bc he just Has to hold her hand like sir. s i r

[theoneandonlyneonleon]

Wouldn't trade this for the world

wowee I wrote something 😍😍

Tsym @amorvincitomnia-14 (my lovely wife 💕💕💕) for the request

gn!reader x r!Leo

1,033 words (ik its not a lot, but its good and I like it so suck an egg)

Reader is stressed and overworked so Leo decides to help

No particular warnings, just some fluff <33

"Argh! I *have* the right formula, *why* aren't I getting they right answer??" You groan in frustration. You were on your fourth hour studying- or was it your sixth? Either way, you'd been here a while. The school library was almost becoming a second home to you. Your friend April speaks up, watching as you slump against the table and bury your face in your arms. "Yknow, you don't have to spend *all* your time studying- you could..... Take a break? Eat something? Spend time with people other than your study group and these ancient textbooks? Yknow, normal healthy people stuff?" You sigh, looking up at her from your arms. "I can't take a break. Not with exams right around the corner! If I wanna pass them, I *have* to study." You turn your attention back to the textbook, determined to figure out how to solve this equation. April closes the book. "Your brain can't work under all this stress Y/N. You *need* to rest. Why dont you stop by the lair? Leo won't stop whining about how much he misses you." Hmmmm.... It *had* been a while since you saw your boyfriend- or any of the turtles for that matter. Maybe a break would serve some use... "I'll think about it" you say, reopening the thick heavy book to the right page. April sighs, shaking her head as she grabs her backpack. "Alright then Y/N. See you around." With that, she exits the library. Now its just you, your notes, and a whole lotta studying.

˚⊹♡2 hours later♡⊹˚

God how long have you been here? You're starting to despise that familiar library smell of books and old lady perfume. You look at your phone to check the time. 10:13?? Damn..... You've been here a while.... You set your phone down and lean back in your wildly uncomfortable plastic school chair, exhaling a breath. You should probably go home. You load all your books and notes into your backpack and sling it over one shoulder, before immediately switching it to the other side. Thank you shoulder pain. You slide your phone into your pocket and exit the library out the back. As you step outside, cool air, a nice contrast to the hot stuffy library, hits you in the face as you stand and take a breath. Starting your commute back to your apartment, you put your headphones on and turn on some music. By the time you finally reach home, exhaustion clings to you like a thick heavy cloud. Man, you've been working a lot haven't you? Your phone pings with a text message from Leo; with all the studying, you've barely spent time with him. 💙Leo💙: 'Mi amor, I miss you 😢 Would you be up to hang out?' On one hand, you would *absolutely* like to spend time with him! But on the other, youre exhausted and overworked and just need a nap. You: 'I'm sorry babe 😟 I've been studying for exams all day and I'm just really tired 😞 I promise we'll spend time together at some point though' You send the text, knowing you're about to disappoint the nicest boy in the entire world; but you you're too tired to care. You change into something comfy; sweatpants and a t-shirt you "borrowed" from Leon; and head to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You return to your room, setting the water on your nightstand before climbing into bed and switching off the lamp. You get to sleep for some 30 odd minutes before you're awoken by a knock on your window. You sit up and turn on the light, your eyes taking a moment to adjust to the light. Looking at the window, you see none other than the one and only Neon Leon standing on the fire escape outside your window, waiting to be let in. Somewhat reluctantly, you pull yourself out of the soft warm embrace of bed and blankets to open the window, chilly air blowing in and pricking goosebumps on your arms. "Is that my SIX shirt? Ive been looking everywhere for that" Leo asks as he climbs in, bringing a plastic grocery bag in with him. "Thought I told you I was too tired to hang out" you say as you shut the window. "Youre dodging the question" he teases; "And I figured if youre too tired to come and spend time with yours truly, id come and be tired with you." He smiles at you, setting the bag on the bed and digging through it. "I got your favorite snacks, candies, that tea you like, and I even nabbed Donnie's laptop so we can watch something! And if you're not up for watching a movie, we can just sleep together. Well not *sleep together* sleep together- like- snuggling and napping together- yknow?" You can help but chuckle at him. He's such a dorky loser; but at least he's *your* dorky loser. You hug him, burying your fave in his neck to take in that familiar scent of peppermint sticks and black cherry merlot soap. "You're so amazing," you say, kissing his cheek and stepping back to look at him; "And it is your shirt" You smile cheekily as he scunches his nose and squints at you. "Why you little- that's my favorite shirt!" He says in faux outrage, bringing in the dramatics (something he's rather good at). "Thats why I took it. You wear it the most, so it smells like you" Leo can't help but blush. "You like my smell?" "Course I do. Makes me feel like I'm with you, even when I'm not." He wraps you in a hug, planting a sweet kiss to your lips. "Well I'm here now mi amor"

˚⊹♡-♡⊹˚

The rest of the night is spent lying in bed with Leo, sipping raspberry tea, and watching the Great British Bake Off. You eventually end up falling asleep cuddled up next to him with his arm wrapped around you, holding you close in a warm embrace and god were you lucky to have a boyfriend like him. As you lay sleeping next to him, you know you wouldn't trade this for the world.

❀⋆˚✿˖°˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .-. ° . ᡣ𐭩 °˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚ ₊‧⁺˖°˖✿˚⋆❀

[alteon77]

Updated Masterlist of Writing and Art

About the writer/artist: I like to write and paint. My current obsession is Sandman, but I enjoy most fantasy fandoms as well as anime (I think I’m on season seven billion of One Piece right now 🤣). I'm also weird as they come (and awkward, too), so just please ignore my oddball (coughTERRIBLEcough) sense of humor.

On a more personal note, I have PTSD and suffer from severe manic depressive episodes. Writing and art are my most familiar coping mechanisms, and I need them like I need oxygen. Seriously, there were times in my life that knowing I had to finish a story or a piece of art was the only thing stopping me from ending up dead. So, I don't take part in fandom drama. Having my peace and protecting my mental health are very big deals to me, and I won't risk those for anything if I can help it.

As for my writing, it ranges from short one-shots to ridiculously long novel series. I use third person POV (on longer series) as well as second person (on shorter things). I also try to always exclude physical descriptions when writing main character OCs and assign them nicknames to avoid using Y/N. I love to read Y/N fics, but writing them makes me feel like I'm at work. And who actually wants to ever feel like they're at work when they're engaging in a hobby? Definitely not me.

Lastly, there's usually more stuff on my AO3 page than I have listed here, because I forget to post it pretty often. Oops. I'll get around to moving it all over one day. Probably. Maybe.

Feel free to leave an ask if you want or just drop by my DMs. <3

Artwork links are at the bottom of this list, so if you're here for those, that's where they are.

Sandman 'Verse

All the Precious and Fragile Things (so easily do they break)

After banishing his lover from the Dreaming for her betrayal, Morpheus learns that she is pregnant with his child.

And that she’s been captured by a revenge-seeking Alexander Burgess.

What the both of them are unaware of is that this will set in motion a cascade of unfavorable events, causing a chain reaction that threatens the whole of existence itself.

PART I: All of This Past

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

PART II: These Tender, Loving Mercies

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

PART III: When It All Falls Down

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

PART IV: The Dark of War

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Epilogue

Sometimes He's Sweet

Morpheus hates the holidays.

As excited as she seems to experience the mortal holiday, he's… less so. Much less so. With the entire collective unconscious contained within him, this time of year can be wholly overwhelming, a miasma of too much red and green, too much worry, too much loneliness, too much excitement, too many similarly themed dreams, too many similarly themed nightmares, and far far too many holiday songs. It all bleeds out from the collective unconscious into his own mind, sticks there like weeping sap to a tree until he feels half-mad with the unrelenting presence of it, with his inability to get free from its cloying trespass upon his very being.

This is just a little sweet fluff for the holiday season. It takes place between chapters 19 and 20 of "All the Precious and Fragile Things". No spoilers here if you've read that far!

The Dog Debacle (or how best to sneak a dragon into the dreaming)

Morpheus' daughter gets a new dog.

Well..... kind of.

That Familiar Feeling of Family (or how Hob Gadling ended up as an uncle to his stranger's oftentimes feral children)

It's a pretty universally known thing that families are just strange. As Hob is quickly figuring out, however, this little fact is magnified by AT LEAST a billion when the family in question is Endless.

(A lighthearted story in which Hob Gadling finds out his stranger has married, makes friends with a homicidal maniac/ruler, and manages to become an exemplary uncle to a pack of magically mischievous children. Really, now all he has to do is convince everyone to stop calling his and Dream's weekly meetups "playdates", and then his life would be practically perfect.)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The Maker, the Muse, and the Sundered Song

In his temple, what remains of Orpheus waits in trepidation. Something is changing. Something that he knows might alter the very fabric of the world as he understands it.

Finally freed from captivity, Calliope struggles to make any meaningful changes to the laws that saw her bound and taken in the first place. When the strange woman appears on Mount Parnassus and offers help, Calliope knows she would be a fool not to accept it. Even if she thinks that she's being lied to.

Meanwhile in the peace of the Dreaming, Morpheus grapples with guilt over his son's fate. As he basks in the love of his new children, he can't help but to regret his own failings where Orpheus is concerned.

And as for May, she's really just got a job to do. And her own traumatic issues to deal with. And if it's all hella awkward because she's having to work alongside her husband's ex-wife, she'll see it done anyway. There's even the small possibility that she might eventually admit to Calliope the truth about her identity. That is if she can ever actually work up the courage to say it aloud.

Chapter 1

Nothing in This Closet but Boots and a Boy

Morpheus is wildly protective of his daughter.

That's probably bad for the boy in said daughter's closet.

AU's and Other Stuff in the Sandman 'Verse

Of Exes, Hellhounds, and Waffle Fries

Morpheus shows up to rescue the woman he probably loves (though he won't admit it) from hellhounds and ends up getting roped into helping with her family. This is one of those extras that doesn't fit into the main story, but it's fun, so I'm posting it.

The Bizarre Breeding Habits of Anthropomorphic Personifications

It's a tale as old as time.

Two idiots fall in love. Two idiots fall out of love.

Neither one of them is expecting a baby to come along and derail their unhappily ever after.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Original Fanart

I like to play around with different styles and to try new things with my artwork. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't. I'm still learning, and I am so far from being a professional that it's laughable. But I only post things that I think look decent or that I think others might enjoy.

The Lover's Argument (Morpheus x oc)

Oneiros (Morpheus in Grecian garb)

Because I could not stop for Death, she kindly stopped for me... (Regency era Dream and Death)

[ride-thedragon]

MAKING A CASE FOR GREGORY TO BE EVERYONE'S FAVOURITE BRIDGERTON.

(Jk, this is just an excuse, like who you want)

Is he my favourite?

Yes.

Why?

Well......

1. He wants love.

From the start of the book, we are made aware that he has nothing going on and genuinely wants to find love like his siblings.

2. Friends over food.

The way he meets Lucy is him falling in love with Hermonie Watson(👀) and asking Lucy to dance. She pities him enough to carry him to eat because he showed up late and had to go mingle. Basically, they become acquaintances and friends once they decide to set up Gregory with Hermonie.

3. Bro is in love with Kate.

One of the funnier themes in the book is that he goes from saying something he loves about Kate and then compares it to something Lucy does.

4. Alcohol.

He keeps stealing and drinking Anthony's alcohol.

5. Fist fights.

He fights Lucy's brother, Richard, after compromising Hermonie (deserved, earned).

6. The first time they kiss.

I kid you not, I was in shock, tears almost and the energy after this moment never changes. Like genuinely at any point they would've been wed to each other had one person saw them but what makes if crazier is that the only reason it stopped was because Lucy was engaged and she remembered before it escalated

7. Making it everyone's problem.

After he realises he loves her, he makes it everyone's problem. From comparing her to Francesca to embarrassing Violet publicly , even roping Hyacinth in on hijinks, his story is a family event.

8. The Second time they kiss.

Hyacinth is in the other room, they are in Daphne's home and he has orchestrated a plan to propose to her in a closet.

9. They sleep with each other.

To the TSPWL and WHWW girls, step aside for a moment. Gregory breaks into his unofficial fiancé's home in the dead of night, goes to her room, and is eventually seduced by her. They proceed to sleep together, THE DAY BEFORE HER WEDDING TO ANOTHER MAN. They do so three times holding each other, then sleeping together and so on. She's doing it under false pretences because she isn't going to marry him atp.

10. A love like Violet and Edmund's.

They break the Bridgerton record for most kids. At the time of the epilogue, they have 7 kids and are expecting the 8th, they have twins and end up with 9. It's to the point where the pregnancy impacts Lucy and Gregory let's us know that the amount of kids they have is genuinely due to their lack of restraint.

11. They name their kids after their siblings.

Lucy actually gets to name one after her best friend, but there is a little Daphne and Anthony running around. Also a Kate.

12. Guns.

There is a gun stand off.

13. Kidnapping.

Gregory breaks the law, again.

14. Gay.

Lucy is pinning over Hermione during the first half, her fiance is gay, the uncle never marries......

15. 9 CHILDREN.

I don't want to understate the fact that they have 9 kids in less than 20 years. It was never that serious. She is 33 when they have their last kid. He's 39. They met at 18 and 24 respectively. 9 kids in 15 years.

16. LUCY MY LOVE

Me 🫂 Gregory.

She's darling. Throughout the narrative, it's just her making sacrifices for everyone she loves. For her brother, her best friend, even Gregory, it's consistantly her trying.

17. Blue Mushroom.

Please read the book because Drunk Greg>>>

18. Last one.

My baby boy is a horrible shot.

Let me end it on a mood board for my faves.

We do be on the way to a wedding. It certainly was a journey