#i'm so glad i feel this way about you by insignificant other

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[nahoney22]

MA'AM *barges through the door and falls*

Biggest congrats on this milestone. May I humbly request some cuddling with Wrecker. Maybe the Marauder gets pretty chilly at night (and Tech doesn't bother fixing the A/C) so reader needs a big boy heater. much love <<3

Frozen Cuddles 🌊

🫧 Pairings: Wrecker X GN!Reader

word count: 760+

prompts:

none

When temperatures hits its lowest in the Marauder, Wrecker asks if you’d consider cuddling him. None surprisingly, you said yes.

warnings: Safe for Work, Cuddling for Warmth, Fluff, Mutual Pining.

authors note: sorry for the wait @cloned-eyes🤍🩵

The Marauder had landed on Hoth for a mission, but the planet's harsh climate was definitely unwelcoming. The icy winds howled outside the Marauder, battering against the ship's hull and making the cold inside feel even more oppressive. Even with what felt like a million layers of clothes on, you were still absolutely freezing.

As you move through the ship with a blanket draped over your shoulders, you sink into a corner next to some crates in the hopes that being in a closed space would offer you some warmth but it doesn't. You sighed miserably, the metal beneath you felt like ice, and your breath came out in visible puffs at your annoyance.

"Hey, ya look like you're freezing," Wrecker said, his voice a deep rumble that somehow managed to sound gentle as he came over, rubbing his hands together to get some friction of warmth.

You looked up, your chattering teeth turning into a smile at the sight of him. "Just a bit," you replied, trying to downplay your discomfort.

Wrecker's brow furrowed with concern. "Tech's got the heating off again, huh? Trying to save power and all that." He rolled his eyes but then grinned, his expression brightening. "Ya know, I've got a lot of body heat to share. Want me to come over there and warm you up?"

You blink up in surprise at him, his offer not exactly surprising but one that made your heart flutter considerably. “S-Sure,”

You scooted to allow Wrecker to sit down, and without hesitation, he enveloped you in his strong arms.

"Come ‘ere," he said with a soft smile, pulling you close. His warmth was immediate and intense, a stark contrast to the coldness of the ship. You let out a contented sigh as you nestled against his chest, feeling his heartbeat through the fabric of his civvies.

"This is much better," you murmured, relaxing into his embrace as you drape the blanket over your shoulders around you and him more securely.

Wrecker chuckled "Told ya. I'm like a big furnace." He adjusted his position, making sure you were comfortable. "Y’know, we could always gang up on Tech and force him to turn the heater on."

You laughed softly, rolling your eyes. "I don't think that would go over too well. He'd probably give us a long lecture about energy consumption and efficiency."

"Yeah, you're righ’," Wrecker admits, his tone playful. "Still, I'm glad I can help ya out. I hate seeing ya cold."

You sat in comfortable silence for a while, the sound of the ship's systems humming softly around you. You felt a sense of peace, a rare commodity in your line of work. Being in Wrecker's arms, feeling his warmth, made the harsh realities of your life seem distant and insignificant. Did he feel the same way you felt for him? Was he just being nice?

"You know," Wrecker said after a few minutes, his voice softer than usual. You feel your skin tingle with a warmth as his hand falls onto yours, gently entangling your fingers with his."I've always liked having you around. You're, uh, different from the others. Special."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his sincere gaze. Sincere yet nervous.

Adorable.

“I've always felt the same about you, Wrecker. You seem to know how to make everything better."

His cheeks burn slightly, a flustered expression barely visible in the dim lighting of the ship. "I try," he said with a bashful grin. "It's easy when it's for someone like you."

Your heart swelled at his words. There was something incredibly endearing about Wrecker's honesty, his lack of pretense. He was straightforward in his affections, and it made you feel something you hadn’t felt for a long time - cherished.

As the minutes ticked by, you found yourself growing drowsy, the combined warmth and the steady rhythm of Wrecker's breathing lulling you towards sleep. You shifted slightly, resting your head more comfortably against his chest. "Is this okay?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wrecker tightened his hold on you slightly, a protective gesture to make sure you were as comfortable and warm as possible. "More than okay," he replied, his tone full of affection. "Get some sleep. I've got ya."

Feeling content, you allowed your eyes to close. The cold of the ship seemed like a distant memory as you drifted off, cocooned in Wrecker's arms. The last thing you heard before sleep claimed you was the soothing sound of his heartbeat.

Hours later, when Tech finally relented after being nagged at by the others and turned on the heating system, it barely mattered. You and Wrecker were already lost in a galaxy of dreams and warmth. Maybe Tech should keep the heating off more often.

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[theprongspotter]

Popular - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - Day 14 - 902 words



Regulus sits in the nearly empty common room with a frown. He’s lost in his thoughts, the chaos of the day swirling around him, when Barty plops down beside him with a dramatic sigh.

“Seriously, Reg,” Barty says, nudging him with an elbow, “you’ve been brooding for days. What’s going on?”

Regulus glances at Barty, his expression a mix of frustration and anxiety. “It’s nothing,” he mutters, staring at the ground. “Just... things.”

Barty raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Right. And ‘things’ just happen to make you look like you’re about to face Voldemort himself.”

Regulus gave a small, humorless laugh. “It’s just... James,” he said, the name slipping out more easily than he intended. “He’s been around a lot lately, and I don’t know what to make of it.”

Barty’s eyes light up with interest and Evan walks over to the sofa to join their conversation. Regulus suspects that they can communicate telepathically. “Ah, trouble in paradise.”

Regulus shifts. uncomfortably. “It’s not like that. We just... talk sometimes. And he’s nice, but it’s not supposed to be anything more than that.”

Dorcas leans back on the sofa beside him, her grin widening. Pandora moves to hover around the group of friends. “Sure, sure. But you’re not exactly hiding your feelings well. I’ve seen the way you look at him when you think no one’s watching.”

Regulus’ cheeks flushes slightly, but he quickly tries to cover it with a scowl. “It’s complicated. I’m just not... I’m not like him. He’s got his world, and I’ve got mine. And right now, they don’t exactly overlap.”

Barty chuckles, clearly amused. “Oh, come on, Reg. You’re making it sound like one of those muggle soap opera things. It’s not that complicated.”

Regulus shot him a sharp look. “You wouldn’t say that if you were in my shoes. It’s easy to be all casual when you’re not the one risking rejection or feeling like you don’t belong.”

Pandora shrugs nonchalantly. “Maybe. But that’s why I’m here—to give you a push. I know you’re scared, but sometimes the best things come from taking a leap, not from hiding behind ‘it’s complicated.’”

Regulus sighed heavily, looking out over the courtyard as if searching for answers in the bustling crowd. “I don’t know, Panda. I just don’t want to mess things up or make things weird.”

"You don’t understand,” Regulus sighs, his fingers massaging his temples. Barty never listens. None of his friends do. “It’s not like one of those stupid romance books where the popular jock and the insignificant nerd fall in love with each other.”

Barty grins and slaps Regulus’ back, earning himself a glare. “I think he likes Evans, still. But, I’m finally glad to see that you’re accepting your fate as a nerd.”

Evan elbows him sharply in his gut. “I think there could be a romantic ending.”

Regulus scowls, shrugging off Barty's hand with an irritated huff. "I'm not a nerd," he mutters, crossing his arms defensively. "And this isn't some ridiculous fantasy where everything works out perfectly in the end."

Evan chuckles, leaning casually against the wall. "Oh, come on, Reg. You’re overthinking this. Potter is... well, he’s Potter. Everyone likes him. Hell, I like him, and I barely like anyone. But maybe you’re just overcomplicating something that could be simple."

Regulus shakes his head, staring down at the floor as if it holds the answers he’s looking for. “You don’t get it. He’s out there, surrounded by people who actually matter. People who belong in his world. I’m just... I’m just some guy who happens to share a few classes with him. It’s not the same.”

Evan’S grin softens into something more genuine. He steps closer, his voice lowering. “Maybe you’re not giving yourself enough credit. Or him, for that matter. Have you ever thought that maybe he sees something in you that all those so-called important people don’t? That maybe you’re more than just ‘some guy’ to him?”

Regulus bites his lip, his mind replaying every fleeting glance, every small smile James had thrown his way. It felt impossible, like a dream he’d never dare admit aloud. But here was Barty, pushing him to face the possibility that maybe—just maybe—it wasn’t all in his head.

“What if it’s just... nothing?” Regulus murmurs, his voice betraying the uncertainty he’s trying so hard to hide. “What if I’m wrong?”

Evan shrugs. “Then you move on. But what if you’re not wrong? What if you’re the one who actually matters to him? You won’t know until you stop hiding behind these excuses and find out.”

Regulus meets Pandora’s gaze now, something uncertain yet hopeful flickering in his eyes. “And what if it all falls apart?”

Pandora’s expression softens again, his tone uncharacteristically sincere. “Then we’ll all be here to help you pick up the pieces. But I have a feeling you’re stronger than you think, Reg. Maybe it’s time to see where this leads.”

Regulus sighs, feeling the weight of his friends’ words sink in. For once, he wasn’t going to let fear dictate his choices.

Taking a deep breath, he straightens up, a newfound resolve settling in his chest. “Alright,” he says quietly. “Maybe it’s time I stopped overthinking everything.”

Barty grins, slapping him on the back again, this time with a little more affection. “That’s the spirit, Reg. Now go get your jock.”

Regulus flips him off as he exits the dorm.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Read your new Haarlep and their pregnant dove story and was wondering if you could do a second part where Haarlep is with the child 👉👈

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱‧ Welcomed ‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱‧₊˚

Summary: Haarlep struggles with being an incubus and a newfound father. He doesn’t believe he could ever be fond over such a small insignificant thing, but his actions betray him and he finds himself oddly comforted, finds himself pulling her closer to him as if to watch over.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ Pairings: Haarlep x F!Tav/Reader

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ Content: Soft Haarlep - Comfort - Confused Haarlep

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ Notes: Absolutely!!! I'm so glad to be back on my Haarlep kick xoxo I have seriously missed writing for our favorite incubus!!! I kinda struggled with this because I was going for something, hopefully people see what I was trying to do bahaha ♡

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ Prt 1.

Haarlep struggled with his usual tendencies, those dark, insidious urges that had carved out his existence since time immemorial. As an incubus, the shadows were his playground, the pleasures and agonies he inflicted upon others a familiar dance… And the agonies and pleasures forced upon him in the hells, a relentless torment. This was the life he knew, a life that clung to him like a second skin.

But this… This was something else, something that defied his understanding.

Now, now there was a small, innocent soul that clung to him, that called out to him seeking comfort from just his mere presence… 

His newborn imp, as he called the tiny bundle of cries, his daughter, whom cried for him each night. Her tiny voice always piercing through the night. The incubus found himself strangely drawn to her in a way he had never anticipated. Besides you, no one had ever sought him out for simple comfort, for the warmth his skin could provide- not in this sense. No, he was used to those who called for him to be used and tossed aside… It was strange. And Haarlep was surprised he never found himself wishing for the small things demise like he would with others. 

Instead, he welcomed the child’s small pleas, teasing her about how noisy she could be, and welcomed her tiny hand that wrapped around his finger, even smiled as he watched her reach up to grab at his tail when he dangled it in front of her- a mischievous expression that never faulted on either their faces.

But most of all, strangest of all, the incubus found himself welcoming her in yours and his shared bed. Her small fragile body placed upon a plush pillow nestled against the side of his chest. His arms crossed with his face resting on them as he watched his creation yawn and close her eyes. Haarlep's eyes, usually so sharp and predatory, softened as he gazed at her. His own fiendish eyes slowly closing as he felt his wing drape over her like a protective cocoon… 

What was this? His lashes fluttered. Why was he acting in such a way? These wings were only meant for you, to shield you from those who might try and take you away from him, his precious possession, his dove, his sanctuary… Was it because she was a part of him? Or perhaps it was because she was apart of you? Nonsense, creatures like himself only cared about pleasure- only cared about the souls they claimed, about the souls they owned… His eyes flickered over to where you slept…

No, that wasn't quite true…

He was a slave to his urges, to his instincts, but he did not live solely for them. He lived for you, his precious dove, his treasure. His.

He wanted you. He needed you. Only you…  

So why was he feeling this way, these feelings for another?

A small whine pulled the incubus from his thoughts, and the fiend looked over at the small being that lay against his side.

There she was, his creation, his little imp. She was a piece of him, a testament to his existence, of what he was able to escape from and find freedom. Yet, she was so much more than just a creation… She was a newfound possession. His.

His tail slowly brought her closer to him, curling around the pillow as his breathing became more even. Haarlep chuckled, a smirk dancing across his face... He could never love such a pitiful, weak soul. His tail curled tighter around the pillow, drawing her even closer.

His hand found her cheek, his nails slowly and delicately tracing over her soft skin as she cooed in her sleep, “You really are such a noisy little thing.” He whispered, a hint of fondness in his voice.

If this were any other child, he would wonder what it would feel like to hear them cry out, their tears dripping onto his fingers... The thought of his daughter in such a state, his creation, a piece of him... A piece of you... Had him scrunching his nose, the very thought, the flicker of the image, it made him scowl...

You had taken him away from his enslavement, tore him away from the devils that used his body for their own pleasures, their own games. But now, now he found himself in a new prison, one that shackled him to this tiny creature... To his own flesh and blood, the very idea had him laughing silently. How had it come to this, how had you, his dove, made him this weak?

A low rumble vibrated from his chest, his fingers running through your hair as he hummed, “Oh dove.” His hand traced along your jaw, cupping your face, and tilting your head back gently to insure you didn’t wake, “because of you and that delicious soul of yours, I have become your slave in a new form.”

The incubus pulled his creation closer, a soft purr echoing throughout the room, “my flesh and blood...” He breathed, the words leaving him before he could even register what was said, “My little imp.”

Haarleps lips pulled into a smirk, his tail wrapping tighter around his daughter’s pillow. His wings unfurled, draping around the two of you, his hands holding the sleeping infant to his chest.

He would never be free. Not now. Not ever. He was bound to her, to you. And he welcomed it.

[cruyuu]

Hey have you seen that one managa panel in the latest leaks where its sukuna just gently graeping yuuji's head as he just beats the shit outta him?

Theres a post on tumblr where it has it and like a powerscaler from twitter basically saying "is sukuna really tryna fuck up yuuji bc i would have personally sunken my nails into his skull" and uh... yeah the person has a point. Sukuna really is just gently holding Yuuji's head.

Like his actions seem both brutal yet... protective? For a man who 'hates' Yuuji he sure as hell is giving mixed signals during his fight against him.

I did, anon! The "holding gently" and "beating the shit out of" being in a single sentence together tho lmfao.

I'm glad people are starting to notice that these two are not just fighting because that is true. If they were truly fighting, the fight would've ended a long time ago and would've been way, way more serious than whatever this is. Atp, I don't even know what the hell they are doing. They're groping each other more so than causing any real damage, like I'm genuinely tired of them lmfao.

Ever since the start of this arc, we've got Sukuna gripping his waist and holding him like they're dancing (?), Yuuji clinging onto his arm like a koala, Sukuna smiling as he hugs him closer to his face and Dismantles him, Yuuji wrapping his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist and now... add the gentle head cradling as they throw punches at each other. Truly the fight of all time, isn't it? Just a bit of jujutsu (ft. a Domain Expansion not for ripping away Sukuna's soul but... talking with him and spending a day with him?) a lot of unnecessary touching (and gentleness), and hatred which is showcased by... gentle head holding?

Sure, Megumi is still in there so that explains why Yuuji would be holding back from damaging Sukuna too much and not tearing him limb from limb but still, that notion didn't stop him from nearly tearing his heart out in Chapter 260 nor does it explain why he wrapped his arms around his neck (like what was the purpose) so... yeah.

As for Sukuna... yeah, there's absolutely no way to explain his behavior at all.

With that hulking form which towers over Yuuji, you would think, since he hates him and wishes to see him gone (and especially since he knows Yuuji's punches are dangerous and need to be avoided), he'd be trying to put some distance between them. Like idk grab him by the leg and throw him away or just in general do something which is beneficial to him and act like Yuuji is as insignificant as he loves to yap that he is.

Well. Nope lmfao.

Somebody had said it is because they were one body before so they're unconsciously leaning into each other and cannot know of personal space and that headcanon is just a perfect way to explain this. They may "hate" each other but that longing to be close is winning the fight in this case. Isn't that sweet?

Like his actions seem both brutal yet... protective?

Ngl anon, Sukuna is brutal but this is as far away from his usual brutality as it can possibly be. Remember that this is a man whose CT is literally tearing something into shreds, who had cut a person in half, who had turned a literal teenager into little cubes for simply daring to attack him. That is Sukuna we were introduced to, the one who never gave a fuck about anyone and was pretty brutal. For him to be brutal now, he'd have to do something far worse than just throw a punch. Maybe finally start behaving like he feels? He claims he hates Yuuji and yet... doesn't fight him with visceral anger?

Ah... It's always something with these two lol. I'll miss them a lot.

[zippidi-dooda]

I am loving this event way more than I thought I would (haven't fully gone through it yet)

But I was not expecting Vil to go ham on insults

And this was just from what I played through today

Glad I'm not actually there cause I'd be in the background like "OOOOHHH! DAMN VIL, YOU TELL 'IM!!!" And Leona would hate me

Also love how we get the representation of someone who hates kids, I feel like there are few to no shows that demonstrate it

Cheka is cute and I love him, but I can understand Leona

To be honest, Leona has never really been on my roster, I am more of a Malleus/Deuce/Rollo type of gal

Leona just seems like someone more fun to bugger with

But this ...

This reveal???

Jaw dropping, king of the jungle for real, hubba hubba, hot dayum--Malleus forgive me

Another moment that I am glad I wasn't there for cause I was all over the other three's "take off the overcoat" reveal and would've been fan-girling over them, whooping and gassin' 'em up,

But the difference in how my reaction to seeing them compared to Leona would've been obvious

His aura was just so different and he doesn't show off his strength, he prefers brain over brawn, but now he was so smug about it

Like, yes, that's what I live for

Not to mention that I personally love the idea of "flirt fighting" which entails actually sparring. Wanting to better defend and strengthen yourself is the main motivator, but tension is a great plus.

And that's essentially everything he's doing here???

Get me in the ring with him, I will lose but I will enjoy every second of it

And then, when all's said and done,

He takes the time to actually voice his evaluation and assessment of everyone in a straightforward and nice way

I feel like I got to see a side of Leona I hadn't before and I'm really liking it

I remember reading a post about how Leona doesn't really resemble Scar who he's twisted from during the Book of Savanaclaw, where there was some good points made (namely, he kinda sat back while Ruggie did most of the dirty-work, it was on Leona's behalf but we didn't see much of him stringing Ruggie around).

But in this event we really get to see the "Scar Side" of Leona. His wit, his cunning and the issues that motivate Leona; he wants change for the better of his pride and knows how to get there quick, but others won't listen cause they have other values they'd like to keep in tact and it irritates him that they're putting the things that are (in his mind) more insignificant, first.

And I think introducing that part of Leona in this event instead of in Book of Savanaclaw works amazingly well because Leona is a prince, he is at NRC to learn yes but stays there (probably also gets held back on purpose so he'll have an excuse to stay away from home) to forget about his frustrations with his homeland. So, I think he wouldn't have much incentive to want to fix as much in his dorm or the school since his problems mainly lie back in his Kingdom.

Anyway, this is plenty fuel for happiness and story ideas and that's about all I have to share right now

(Also, the bow Grim is wearing is most similar to Leona's garb and since we are "a package deal" I'm assuming we're both wearing similar prints. So, we may be matching spectacularly with Leona. Dunno about you, but I'd gladly follow along as if I'm his trophy wife-- again, I'm sorry, Malleus don't come for me-- and also this is just more story fuel ...)

"Leona x reader x Malleus"

The story goes through the whole Cloud Calling event, with Y/N learning there's so much more to the lazy beastman than thought originally. But, when Lilia shows off the group's trip photos, Malleus is enraged to see you leaning happily against Leona in what are practically couples' clothes, the smug smirk the lion is sporting seems to be targeted specifically at the fae. What will happen when you return to NRC from your trip? Find out in the next episode

[lewkwoodnco]

hii i want to request a lockwood x fem!reader based on dress! you can go wild with it, i don’t have any plot ideas or tropes, so feel free to do whatever your heart desires lol have a nice day <3

Dress - Lockwood x Reader

A/N: Some slight sexual descriptions (obviously heheh), 3.5k, enjoy!

The four of them were at the annual Fittes ball, this time without a hidden agenda, surprisingly. At least, most of them. George was looking very interestedly towards the Black Library, and Lucy had dragged her along to find someone to talk to about the food. When Lucy managed to accost a waiter, she seemed to be expressing her feelings about the food perfectly fine on her own, so she left her to it.

She wandered back to the table that they had initially been standing at, catching Lockwood's eye halfway. He had been searching the crowd for something, and his features relaxed when his eyes landed on her. A room filled with some of the city's most influential and wealthy people, and he only had eyes for her. She felt as though she would never get tired of seeing him in his sharp suit and tie, and with the overhead chandelier casting shadows below his cheekbones, he looked ethereal in a way that made her feel even more nervous.

"Lucy find the head chef?"

"Close. A waiter."

He quirked a corner of his mouth and her heart did a somersault. She had become so accustomed to the carefully endearing 'Anthony Lockwood smile' that opened more doors for the agency than it should have, that sometimes she forgot what it was like to see a genuine smile on his face. It might have been just a half-smile, but it was for her, and only her, and she secretly revelled in it.

The look in his eyes changed to something more knowing yet inquisitive, and she had to take a sip of her champagne to look away as her cheeks grew warm. She was sure she knew what he was thinking about; it was all she could think about.

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It had happened the previous night, right after they had neutralised the source. She was out of salt bombs, backed into a corner by the Rawbones. She heard Lucy distantly yell something just as the Rawbones reached for her, which then shrieked and disintegrated. She had scratched herself on the rough wall she was standing against, but the stinging from the cold air was a welcome sensation after that brush with death. She heard iron chains being dragged somewhere upstairs and she looked up to see Lockwood stumbling towards her.

"You okay?" His voice was rough from inhaling the ashes of the salt bomb George had accidentally dropped near him. He looked alarmingly pale behind the soot on his face.

"Uh, yeah." She couldn't manage a more comprehensive answer from how distracted she was by him checking her for injuries. The scrape that seemed so insignificant suddenly felt much more painful when he winced at it. His hands made quick work of her arms, shoulders, and eventually, face. He stood there for a while, cradling her head, and she watched him with bated breath. His eyes had taken on a feverish glow.

"I'm so glad you're okay," he whispered, mere inches away from her face and leaning forward to close the gap between them. Her body seemed to realise what was happening even if her mind didn't, because her eyes fluttered shut and suddenly all she was aware of was his lips moving against hers. It was demanding yet cautious, and every shift of his head was unbearably intentional. She could taste the smoke that had nearly suffocated him, much like how she had forgotten how to breathe with Lockwood pressed against her. He broke the kiss and turned around, yelling to the others.

"Y/N's fine!"

She sagged against the wall, mind reeling. She most certainly was not.

Lucy rushed over, talking a mile a minute, but she was too disoriented to process any of it. Lockwood was trying to shrug off George who was insistently dressing a cut on his knee before it 'got infected in this chimney of a house.' While their friends fussed over them, their eyes met, her expression bordering on outrage. He quickly looked away, suddenly a lot more interested in George bandaging the blood circulation out of his knee.

The shock hadn’t quite worn off once they were outside, for reasons more than one, so she sat on the steps leading up to the porch while Lucy and George submitted their reports to Barnes. Lockwood was having a bit too much difficulty trying to sit down without bending his knee so he limped over to the rest. Barnes was scribbling something in a cheque book, only half listening.

"Lucy and I were looking for the source on a different floor when the Rawbones showed up on Y/N and Lockwood's floor. We couldn't get down in time but they were alright when we found them."

Barnes tore out the cheque and handed it to him. "Right. Make sure he doesn't keep her up all night, yammering away in her ear."

"That was a one time thing!" Lockwood had only managed to catch the tail end of the conversation, but Barnes was already walking away. DEPRAC had made a late-night visit once for an urgent job, and the two of them had happened to be awake at the time, talking in the library. “I didn’t know you were a night owl like Lockwood,” Lucy had commented the next morning, and she shrugged, choosing to leave out how this wasn’t the first time either. She wasn’t exactly keeping it a secret, or lying, but it just felt like something to be kept between her and Lockwood.

Lockwood frowned at the cheque in the dim light as they walked back to where she was sitting. “That’s all we get for nearly losing an agent? Barnes is starting to take us for granted.”

“Don’t be dramatic Lockwood, she’s perfectly fine.”

“Yes, but she very nearly wasn’t.” A confused silence settled over the rest as Lockwood tried to clumsily backtrack. “I mean, the two of you weren’t there. It really was a very close shave, and Barnes doesn’t compensate the best he could, especially for an agency as small as ours.”

By then, their cab was here, and they started piling their equipment inside.

“Barnes wasn’t far off the mark,” George was saying as she entered the cab. “You can be pushy and Y/N’s too nice to say anything.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. She’d say something if she really was so opposed. Wouldn’t you, Y/N?”

He was finally looking at her again, so she stared back with narrowed eyes for a while before answering, just to make him squirm. “I don’t know, Lockwood. Depends on if you actually gave me the chance.”

He had the decency to look away, embarrassed, while George shared a look with Lucy. Lockwood turned his gaze to the window, annoyed.

“Jesus, George, how tightly did you wrap this thing?”

She was similarly engrossed in her own thoughts for the rest of the quiet cab ride. Could they be joined at the hip sometimes? Sure. But who wasn't? She didn't have a crush on Lockwood, as far as she knew. Watching him fix his hair in the mirror near the front door out of the corner of her eye didn’t count; she just appreciated people putting sufficient effort into their appearance. And she dropped her rapier during training that one time he was adjusting her grip, but only because she hadn’t expected the coldness of his ring. That was all.

Then why did his hands feel so electrifying on her?

"How's your hand?"

They were back at 35 Portland Row, hanging their coats and unwrapping their scarves. Lucy and George were already inside, stripping off wet gloves and socks while the two of them hung back for a bit.

“Oh. S’alright, it’ll be fine in a day.”

"Good, good.” An uncomfortable silence descended on them. “Listen, er, I didn't mean to - you know."

"Mhm."

"It was just...I was scared."

"Yeah."

"I'd have done it if it was George too."

"Ye - George?"

"Okay, maybe not so extreme, but the sentiment would have been the same."

"I'll take your word for it." Lockwood smiled, relieved, and she felt the irresistible need to smile back. A part of her distantly wondered if she was doing that thing again, where she just let him walk all over her, but she didn’t really care. She never felt forced to fit in any sort of mould with Lockwood, though she could see why it seemed like it. That was just something no one would understand.

"So...friends?" She opened her mouth, but the answer didn’t come out as easily as she thought it would. Before today she had never thought of her and Lockwood as anything more than friends, but now that she had a taste of the life she never thought of dreaming of…no. She couldn’t. She was just being delusional.

"Yeah, definitely." She wanted to die. Why was this killing her so much?

"Good. That was crazy. Could you imagine, us...?"

"So crazy." It wasn't his fault she wanted to bite his face off.

"Yeah," he chuckled weakly. "It would be...so terrible. A disaster."

Ruin couldn’t have sounded more enticing with those words falling from his lips.

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Perhaps some alcohol would help calm her nerves. She reached out for her glass of champagne, but it was more delicate than she had anticipated. It slipped from her grasp as she raised it, her other hand reflexively reaching out. Much like Lockwood's hand. Her knuckles slotted perfectly in his palm, and the memory of how her lips slotted perfectly in his flashed in her mind. The four of them were a close-knit group, but there was a reason her and Lockwood drew special attention. They complemented each other well, making up for the other's shortcomings, so naturally in sync with each other's thought processes that they operated like a well-oiled machine. It was part of the reason she didn't get much bothered by him, as insufferable as he was. That is, until last night. He removed his hand from hers, smoothing the tablecloth near the glass in some kind of apology. She set the glass down and pulled her own hand back after a second, feeling uncharacteristically moody.

A kiss or a touch of the hand - what was the difference? She was forever altered, speckled with gleaming imprints in the wake of Lockwood's touch. All yesterday's incident was a catalyst, rushing them along to the same destination they had been circularly meandering towards for the past few months: a romantic Nirvana to soothe the unheard sighs and quaking of the heart. It was maddening. He was maddening.

A silence fell over them. Lockwood fidgeted with his glass, playing with the shadows it cast. She had her hands clasped patiently. She could totally do this. She was so in control of her thoughts and emotions. It was just a silly little infatuation that would be gone by tomorrow. Or next week. A month, tops.

It was partly her fault for choosing to obsess over the kiss all day, which may or may not have influenced her choice of dress when she was at the shops with Lucy that afternoon. By morning, the memory had taken to a hazy dilution that made her wonder if it was all a dream. His pointedly avoidant gazes confirmed that it was reality. She caught herself running through their daily routines in her mind, trying to figure out when was most likely they would touch again. The memory that had been so dreaded though fascinating was now dearly missed, and she clung onto whatever shreds still remained. Now it was just a patchy tapestry of specific sensations that she tried to stitch together: the feel of his breath on her lips, the heat from his body, his fingers pressing incessantly into her skull, leaving fingerprints on her brain -

No. No. She didn't need his touch. She didn't even want it. Ew. Her breath was coming in short for reasons that had nothing to do with what they may or may not have done if they were alone.

She needed an outlet, some sort of release before all the tension coiling up in her made her burst and do something stupid, like confess her undying love for him. She reached for her glass again, hating how that tiny added proximity to Lockwood made her hands shake, and drank desperately. The fizz made her light-headed, and she could feel herself getting drunk, but it eased her suffering. How cruel to be stuck here, alone, with Lockwood so close that she could just reach out and...

She firmly pinned the hand she wasn't using to drink to the table, eyes wandering in search for distraction, anything to take her mind off how badly she wanted his hands on her, the feel of his skin under her fingertips. It couldn't be healthy, the way she was growing dizzy with want, but hell was she enjoying the sweetest torture that only love could promise.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, the distraction came in the form of George hurrying them out of the party, Lucy close behind, both of them nervously glancing over their shoulders. Apparently, George had successfully infiltrated the Black Library but one of the books he had tried to pick out appeared to be a decoy, with a faint hissing sound that might have implied a discreet intruder alarm going off. Whatever it was, they weren't sticking around to find out.

With how jam-packed their schedules were, it didn't take much for them to get tired on regular evenings, and George and Lucy were completely tuckered out from their excursions by the time they reached home. Lockwood and her removed their coats just as they did the previous night, but slower, as if trying to prolong the time they had together. They dragged their feet

"I'm bored."

"And what do you want me to do about it?"

"I don't know." It came out as more of a whine, but she couldn't help it. What should he do? How about stop being so paralysingly attractive, for starters? "Let's do something crazy."

He gave a small laugh. She couldn't think straight and he had the audacity to laugh?

"Y/N." It sobered her up, hearing him say her name. He said it so delicately, so softly, as if smoothing out her rough edges into something delectable, something sweet.

"Yeah?"

"Go to bed."

"Psh. You're no fun." She opened the door a crack and slipped inside, starting to remove her jewellery at her vanity. From the mirror, she watched Lockwood slowly start to close the door and turn away, his eyes lingering on her back.

"Lockwood. About last night."

He stilled, holding the door frame. She couldn't read his expression. She let go of the breath she was holding. It was now or never; time to take the plunge.

"How big of a disaster were you thinking?"

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He was still looking at her, but he hadn't left, and that had to be a good sign. She turned to face him, leaning with her elbows on the desk, mouth dry and brain fuzzy.

"I want you to know that I'm not drunk. Well, maybe a little, but I gave this a lot of thought when I was of sound mind." She jutted her chin out in a superficial display of confidence while her heart threatened to break free of her ribcage. "I don't want you like a best friend. Lucy and George are my best friends. But not you. Never you."

He swallowed, and in that moment, all facades shattered as his want became clear as day. She closed the drawer of her vanity as he slipped in, closing her door with a soft click, and then it was a race to each other. They met at the foot of her bed, and then they were kissing, and it was as good as the night before if not even better, because now they didn't have to stop. She was a mess of nerves and heat and friction, sparks flying along every path Lockwood traced. She fumbled his collar with shaky fingers, internally marvelling at how anyone could have such a debilitating effect on her. She could barely yank his tie off, something he definitely picked up on, the bastard, if the way he smiled against her mouth was any indication. She was done brushing off her feelings, relishing her sweet surrender in bending to his magnetic field. Normally, her skeptical nature meant that she was far from pliable, but in Lockwood's arms, she melted, fitting his body like a puzzle piece.

She felt the hands exploring her waist falter. He pulled away, imperceptibly licking his lips, and suddenly she was as she was 24 hours ago; breathless and overwhelmed by the feel of his hands on her scalp and his lips on hers. She hooked her elbow around his neck and whispered into his ear.

"What if I told you...I was thinking of you when I bought this dress?"

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She opened her eyes blearily, panicking for a second before she remembered that it was Lockwood sleeping next to her. She blinked, oddly calmed by the moonlight shining on his back. She watched him breathe, his face more relaxed than she had ever seen, resisting the urge to trace his features the way she did hours ago. She felt a sudden stab of regret mar the sacredness of her vigil. She shifted uncomfortably, losing herself to memories she tried to forget.

If he was arrogant, she was spiteful, though she would rather die than admit it. She rarely lashed out, but when she did, she just didn't know when to stop, and it was so easy for her to cross into sensitive territory, relishing the feeling of fanning the flames of her anger, even as a small part of her floundered, trying to shake some sense into the rest of her. That same anger had spilled out onto Lockwood once. She couldn't remember, or didn't want to remember, what she had said or what the fight was about. All that she knew was that even as those words were leaving her mouth, the lies stitched into them shocked her. He had tried to maintain a neutral front, ever the professional, but she had glimpsed the sorrow in his eyes as she left the room, walking out of the house without her coat. She was too blinded by her tears to get far, though, and she ended up on a bench not far from their kitchen window.

She spent the next half an hour sobbing harder than she had ever cried before, while a detached part of her brain tried to psychoanalyse the situation. Was it stress? Homesickness? The general fear that any day could be her last? Or a culmination of all of it? She was a frustrating mix of sensitivity and emotional indifference. She wouldn't be surprised if none of them wanted to talk to her every again. Which is why she nearly sobbed with relief when she felt someone sit down next to her, and looked up to see that it was him.

"Lockwood," she had choked out, "I didn't mean it. I didn't mean...any of it. I think you're great. I think - no, I know you're the best thing to ever happen to me." She swallowed, forcing out the last part in a whine. "Please don't fire me." She placed a cool hand on her face, and she was so close to finally calming down, when the full force of her words knocked her down into a mess again. "I take it back. You should fire me." She buried her face in her hands. "God, I was awful. I don't understand how you can bear sitting next to me."

"Yes, so awful that I definitely wouldn't be kicked out the second I even suggested the idea of letting you go." Lockwood said drily, jerking his head towards the window. She turned and saw Lucy's face smushed against the glass and George trying to adjust some sort of hearing contraption made of disposable cups. Lucy smiled awkwardly, drawing the curtains, some muffled argument reaching their ears. "Don't be stupid. I'm not going to fire you. We all have our thing. Yours is your temper." He shrugged. "Big deal. You're so much more than your anger." He put his arm around her in a gesture of goodwill, and his kindness made her sob even harder. "Besides," he whispered, "I know you'd never have meant that."

"I could have."

"No, you couldn't. You'd beat yourself up for just thinking that." She shoved him away as he laughed, a smile on her face despite herself. Right there and then, she had decided that she was never going to forget that feeling of being believed in, of someone having faith in her when she didn't have any in herself. Of someone cutting through her bullshit pretences and seeing her as she was, whole and trying. It wasn't their first fight, or their last, but they somehow always found their way back to each other. Found her way back to here, with him lying by her side. A part of her was still in disbelief that this lifeline of a man was finally in reach, both emotionally and physically.

Lockwood shifted, turning so that his face was now illuminated by the moonlight. Hmm. The trembling in her hands made a lot more sense from this point of view.

[shadowtraveled]

what TMA entities would you assign the dungeon lords, esp mithrun? was discussing this (bc marcille is sooo End) and consulting your Seminal Mithrun Meta when i remembered you also went here!

anon i want you to know i was thinking about this nonstop like two weeks ago oh my god. i’d love to hear your thoughts on this if you’re so inclined 👁‍🗨 (and wheeze thank you i don’t know about seminal but i’m glad it passed peer review)

putting a readmore here for spoilers

to preface this, i understand the fears aren’t really separate and it’s all just fear etc but they function as distinct in the way the demons do and in the sense that they each had to mark jon to come into the world. so. distinctive facets of a unified whole. anyway i have two criteria for assigning someone a tma entity: it has to be something they deeply fear, and it has to be something they choose anyway.

and with that being said, marcille is SO end-aligned in a very gentle and chill way i think fits the end so nicely… her intense fear of death is sort of a fear of loss, which would typically be considered the desolation’s domain, especially when coupled with her aptitude for explosion/fire magic and the part of her arc where she tries to expand the dungeon, but she wasn't choosing destruction or hopelessness in either of those cases—there’s something to be said for the carnage she was willing to leave in her wake, but at the end of the day she was trying to eliminate loss. she's fundamentally incompatible with the desolation because she continually rejects it, and the loss itself doesn't form the core of her fear. the inevitability of death, though, does, and she accepts it when she gives up the dungeon and lets falin go. absolutely the end.

i think thistle is another easy designation. he clings to control to the point it corrupts him, and he creates an environment that forbids death, but his desire is not for control and his fear is not of death or loss—those are delgal's. instead, his fear that he won't be able to measure up to the too-large too-heavy responsibility placed on his shoulders is what drives him, and because we know it drives him, we know that he takes it on anyway. he even brings melini underground. extremely the buried.

laios, meanwhile. is difficult for me to assign. his fears (rejection, ostracism, that he isn't able to connect with people, that he hates people) feel very lonely, and he does withdraw from people a fair amount, but he has connections he does not and would not choose to sever. you could make an argument for the hunt (he's drawn to not only monsters but the concept of the food chain itself and his place on it as a part of the natural world, and he ends the series with the object of his fascination out of his reach), but i don't think there's enough fear there. in laios' case, the lack of strict definition between fears and the idea that they're all just muddled subcategories of a singular thing is actually really helpful, because i think i'm assigning him to the vast. it was said at some point that the vast and the lonely aren't too dissimilar—you won't realize how alone you are without distance, and that sort of mental/emotional distance and disconnect is what has haunted laios his entire life. and i think that's, in part, what makes the cosmic insignificance of seeing yourself as just another part of your environment so comforting to him. his choices... definitely make him cosmically significant lmfao but even though he chooses to be the one to go up against Infinity Itself and its endless hunger and even though he chooses to be king, he fits himself right back into the position of being a single piece of a much larger puzzle. he became lord of the dungeon to become a part of the food chain that would stand a chance to preserve it (via eating the demon's hunger). he's king because there was a gap that needed to be filled. even then, he wants his body to be scattered after death, so that he can be devoured like any other living thing would be. god i love this manga. anyway, tentative but i think the vast is the only thing i can justify at this time. actually, accepting the hunger of the infinite could itself be seen as accepting the vast into himself…….

and finally, mithrun! surprising absolutely nobody given my take on his backstory, i'd give him to the lonely, with the caveat that he does eventually sever his connection to it. prior to becoming lord of a dungeon, we know he thought the worst of people (and again i think this was intentional of him), but we also know he put up a front that was undeniably kind. milsiril says that everyone loved him for the front, but its very existence acted as a barrier between himself and others: milsiril had no idea how miserable he was, and neither did anyone else. he'd already begun choosing isolation, and he chose it ultimately when he became lord of a dungeon, literally cutting himself off from everyone in a pocket dimension where he surrounded himself with facsimiles of people he loved until... they dwindled. and they did, until he was alone again, with only the demon and the unresponsive chimera construction of the person he considered to be the one he loved. after he was eaten, we see themes of emptiness typical of the lonely coupled with his disconnection from his team—in one of the extras it says they don't really know how to approach him, and i think it shows. so in a way, he ends up back where he started: surrounded by people who care about him and who he ostensibly cares about in return, but emotionally alone. as for fear, i think a lot of his are tied up in the concept of insignificance, but that insignificance isn't cosmic—it's personal. that's why watching himself be replaced was so unbearable for him and why the thought of being left unfinished was so horrific.

as an aside, i did also consider the corruption. the idea of leftovers abandoned carries the connotation of rot and i love the concept of 'the rot within you' etc. it gets me every time, and i think there's something to be said about that with regard to the way mithrun views the person he once was. furthermore, the... eating... scene... is framed as sexual and extremely invasive (and, as a result of the combination, is very evocative of disgust) in a way we see most often with the corruption (though imo tma would never see something like this as it toes the line of jonny's "no sexual trauma horror" rule too closely), and we have to remember that for all that it terrified mithrun, he was trying to get it to happen again. but i don't think disgust is enough of a factor for him. most of his disgust is aimed at himself, and while he doesn't shy away from it, he isn't really drawn to it either. rather, i think his dialogue in the extra comic in the complete edition of the adventurer's bible ("there's nothing so kind as a demon. suddenly losing that kind of love opens a hole in your heart[...]") goes a long way in terms of defining what being eaten meant to him. the corruption focuses on a feeling of belonging and community. mithrun wanted to disappear forever knowing that in the last moment he lived he was loved. ultimately, the fear of being abandoned coupled with his attraction to being unknown and eventually entirely gone read as lonely-aligned to me.

anyway i'd LOVE to hear where you're at with this please come chat literally whenever this is the most excited i’ve ever been about anything

[hoverboards-and-dragons]

How does God and Lucifer’s siblings view the sins? Are his siblings jealous they have been replaced or are some of them glad that Lucifer has found others who he can be a family with?

Also, do Asmodeus and Lucifer ever indulge in bird like behavior together?

God is very pleased Lucifer has them, He intended for it and a lot of the needless cruelty of the fall was to ensure Lucifer was found, endeared and open(desperate enough) to accept the help of the demons princes.

A full power emotionally destabilized Archangel wasn't going to be quick to make friends in hell. And Yes, I am very much looking forward to unpacking God's 'Ends justify the Means' mentality and 'Father knows best' approach to making decisions that affect other people without their say.

He likes them if only cause He's less guilty for losing Lucifer's original family if he ends up with another one.

However they as individuals are very foreign, while nothing is like Him, He has an understanding of creatures that strive for His perfection. He does not know what to do with those that have no interest in His order. Especially those created outside His will.

He skittish around Fat Nuggets as He is the Sins its very amusing

He's immune to Fear of Unknown by nature of being All knowing, they aren't Other to Him - He's perfectly aware they are complex people with depth and value. Which has unlocked some other, far stranger emotional response that like a morbid intrigue.

The sins and archangels' dynamics do have some posts here and here but im always up for an excuse for a proper mindset deep dive!

Because of implicit and explicit bias his brothers think of hellborn demons as lesser, Heaven is just like that, not necessarily bad just insignificant in the wake of God's Will and Order.

They see them as pets Luci is using to fill the void they left behind, the best he can do, while they're not necessarily upset at the situation by itself...

They are absolutely affronted at Lucifer being closer and more comfortable with the sins than he is or really ever was with them.

All he does is complain about the sins and how he has to manage them! (context) They were under the impression he barely tolerated them what do you mean he finds the demons' company preferable and there's a undercurrent of unbreakable trust and unconditional love in all that taunting and banter.

His siblings aren't jealous of being replaced however they are extremely jealous of being superseded.

They also... see the sins as bringing out Lucifer's 'worst traits', (mainly, Pride) because Christianity Heaven runs on shame and repression so nothing's more terrifying to them than someone being unapologetic in themselves

It's like, the worst parts of Catholic guilt and Protestant evangelical beliefs mixed together.

He has to miserable in hell in every way because if he was even the least bit happy away from the church Heaven that would have to mean something was wrong with him... or it. They don't want to see their brother like that but they're unwilling to compromise their worldview either, for who are they without God? Who is God if He's wrong?

Lucifer is cringe(and damned) but he is free etc etc

I'm so glad that near decade I spent studying Christian dogma and culture is coming in useful, there's so much texture and potential in this family dynamic

Yes, YES!!! I have waited my whole life for someone to ask about this, Bird solidarity!! Asmodeus unfortunately doesn't have a beak (it's different from claws or fingers and not even other angels can replicate it, fuck he misses his Dad) but still mutual preenings!! Billing!! Nestling!! Headbutting!! Wing tucking!! Someone who gets it!

I think Lucifer feels way more fondness for the Ars Goetia than he has any right to just cause a lot of them are birds.

Yeah they're pompous arrogant pricks but, those are endearing quirks to him if it's birds (okay he sees these as basically pets)

Paimon is still around despite his everything because he has a beak and is one of the few Goetia to truly prioritize ass kissing over dignity or prestige and will groom him without acting like it's weird.

[tinytinyblogs]

Much Better

You summoned his spirit, and he was eager to help you, but he required your soul as payment.

⚠demon!San, dark theme⚠

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"But darling, in case you didn't know, everything has a price. If you want my help, you must be prepared to pay me back." His sinister smile widened, and the atmosphere around him became unbearably heavy. Sitting in front of him, you felt small and insignificant, as if he towered over you. You nodded your head, knowing full well that there was a price to pay for summoning him. Performing that ritual in your small apartment in the middle of the night was a foolish decision. You knew the risks involved, and yet you still did it. Now you have a demon to deal with.

The demon loved it when a helpless, pure soul summoned him. Especially you. He sensed something in you that made him feel more powerful than ever. And this meant that if you thought you could escape him, you were wrong. "So tell me, darling," he purred, placing his large hand on your cheek. "Who was the person who made my baby so mad?" He enjoyed your presence and your small figure. He felt like he could have everything he wanted from you. He had never really cared about another human before, but you were different.

Your eyes welled up with tears before you could even speak. The demon gently brushed your reddened cheek with his thumb. "My baby is as vulnerable as a kitten." he said. "I could give them a nightmare they would never forget." You felt a strange warmth spreading through you at his touch. His figure was alluring, and his eyes were so beautiful that they almost seemed angelic.

He listened to your every word, as you sobbed and let out all of your heartbroken memories. He nodded his head and smirked. This world did not deserve you, but he did. He was glad that you had summoned him, rather than the other demons. He would shut them down, and do whatever you wanted him to do to the people you hated the most in the world. It was no big deal to him, and it was worth it, because he would get something for himself in return: your pure soul.

The demon looked at you with pity. "How could this world treat you like that?" he asked. "You are so innocent and pure. You deserve so much better than this." He pulled you closer and leaned near your ears, whispering softly, "I'm San, by the way. I will protect you from now on. You don't need to be afraid anymore. I am better than the shitty people in this world. Your life will be much better with me, my darling." San whispered the last sentence. He now claimed you as his own, and no one could take you away from him. He would shield you with his magic spell.

"Now go to sleep, sweetie. You look tired." He sent you to bed that night, and you closed your eyes, forgetting all the pain for a while. But even though you were asleep, you could still feel his presence around you. It made you shiver, and you could feel a headache coming on. You simply nodded your head and gave him one last look before falling asleep. You didn't want to think about what you had been through, or what you were even doing with your life.

For San, the demon, once he disappeared from your sight that night after you let out all the thoughts in your head, he knew where he was going and what he was going to do. He enjoyed his little show, and he enjoyed the actions he was going to take. It was no big deal to him. It was all just entertainment for him, giving people nightmares that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Waking up in the middle of the night is never fun, especially when you're in a deep sleep. But it's even worse when you see San, standing beside your bed, smiling ear to ear. He's admiring you while you sleep in the cold and silent night he stood in your dark bedroom while you slept. His presence made you feel even more uneasy, but you can't help but notice the bloodstain on his shirt. His smile still on his face. "Don't worry, my love," he says. "The blood is not mine."

He did it. He granted your wish. He did everything you asked of him. The demon really came through for you. But now he's here to collect his due. He's here to take what he's owed. He spoke in a low tone, but you could hear the determination in his voice. "They will never bother you again," he said. "They will never lay their hands on you ever again. They will never because they are no longer able to." The people who had hurt you were no longer a threat. They were gone.

You sat on your bed in the darkness, listening to the clock ticking. Your breath was coming in short gasps. He had done what you had asked him to do. He had made sure that no one would ever hurt you again. But now you were starting to have doubts. Were you sure that this was the best choice? Were you supposed to be happy now? "I make it happen," he said. "Aren't it sound good? That no one will ever hurt you again, love."

You couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the people you hated the most in the world. You had summoned a demon to punish them, and you knew that they would suffer. But what about you? Would you be okay? Would your life turn out as bad as theirs?

You could see the demon's grin even in the darkness. He was the happiest one in the room. You wondered if it was a good thing that he was so happy. "Now what?" you whispered. You didn't have the energy to speak any louder. The demon had already taken so much of your energy. You felt weak and drained. "Come on, love," he said. "You know what it is."

You could smell the blood on him, and the clock ticking sound was now becoming so irritating. You asked him, "What do you want me to do?" He hummed in response. San leaned closer, cutting the pace between the two of you. "Nothing," he said. "I don't want you to do anything." You knew that you shouldn't get lost in his eyes, but you couldn't help it. His gaze was so captivating, and it felt like he could see right through you.

You could feel yourself falling under his spell, and you knew that you were in danger. But you couldn't look away. His eyes were a deep, dark brown, and they seemed to glow in the darkness. They were full of power and danger. "I don't need you to do anything, little one," he said. "No need to." He had done it. He had found himself a pure soul to bind to him. And it was going to be so much fun.

"You don't need to do anything. Just be pretty and come with me. I don't need you to do anything else. I just need your soul." He touched your face with his cold, bloody hand. He rubbed his thumb against your cheek. You were stuck. You couldn't run away. He would never let you go. "You will be so much happier with me," he said. "Your life will be so much better." In the cold of night, in the midst of darkness, and under his spell, he locked you away from the world and took you into his own.

[kira-broflovski]

Stuck With Me || Kenny McCormick x Reader

note: characters are in high school

Drunken yells, and occasional shattering of glass, echoed throughout the tiny house the McCormick family resided in. Every shout and break only frightened the children of the family, no matter how much they were used to it by now.

Kenny knew he needed to get out again, and he knew exactly who to text and where to go.

"wanna go for a walk. ill come 2 u"

Without waiting for your response, he made his way over to your house so he could meet you and have one of your usual walks around the town. The two of you often did this when his parents had more intense fights.

Something about you brought him peace, but he had no idea what these feelings were. All he knew was that he's had them for as long as you've been close.

He looked up into the blanket of stars above him, and he watched a cloud slowly drift by the moon while it lit up the sky.

Amazed by the sky's seemingly never-ending beauty, he felt compelled to stop walking for a minute and just admire it.

Never in his life did he feel so small and insignificant.

"Please, God, if you even exist please give me a sign things are going to get better. Or at least a warning." He continued to stare, motionless, at the moon. "Give Kevin and Karen better lives, let mom and dad find peace, or just anything. Any sign, for Christ's sake." He spat his prayers under his breath.

"Just give me a fucking sign, please!"

"Kenny? Are you out here?"

He snapped out of his resentful begging and looked down to spot you in the distance looking for him.

"Kenny!?"

You had run outside because you swore you heard his voice yelling something and maybe something had happened to him on the way to your house.

"Y/N!" He called back, coming to his senses.

"Kenny! I'm so glad you're safe." You let out a deep breath as you both walked towards each other.

The two of you spent a while just walking around aimlessly, enjoying each other's company and laughing at the usual drunkards that littered Main Street at night. You brought up anything that would distract him from his undeserved home life... not that he calls that place a real home.

Later, you had found yourselves sitting on a bench by the quaint pond on the outskirts of town.

"God, the sky is so pretty out here." You were staring up at the sky, and Kenny thought the stars shined brighter in your eyes.

That's when his feelings had hit him like a truck.

He decided it probably wasn't best to confess immediately, he still needed time to internalise those thoughts and he wanted to experience what it felt like to have a real crush on someone while his friends tease him about it. He craved that sense of normalcy; a regular teenage life.

"Y/N?" He began. "Do you think... do you think the future will be okay for us?"

You continued to look around the jet-black sky as you answered him. "You, Kevin, and Karen will have better things one day. I'm sure of it."

"God, I hope so. But, uh, I meant between the two of us. Do you think we'll still have each other in the future?"

"You're not getting rid of me that easy!" You laughed as you finally tore your eyes away from the abyss and looked at Kenny instead, who was already staring at you.

"Believe me, I don't want to." He raised his hands in defense when you got closer to him.

"Good. You're stuck with me anyways." Feeling a surge of confidence, you laid your head on his shoulder and looked out onto the pond.

That's when he decided to sling his arm over your shoulder and pull you closer into him, the gesture making you both smile.

"Nobody else I'd rather be stuck with, Y/N."

[moodywyrm]

hi hi!

first of all i LOVE how you write chubby reader x abby like it makes me feel so validated and happy!

i know you have a drabble abt abby touching herself while eating reader out but i have more ideas!!

after reader realized how turned on and needy abby gets while sloppily eating her out, she buys a bullet vibe or clit sucking vibe for abby. maybe reader even has a remote for the vibe so when reader is riding abby’s face you can control her vibe settings. i just imagine abby going absolutely FERAL moaning into your pussy as she cums from the taste of you and the overstimulation of the vibe 🤭

thank u!!! I'm glad other big girls are enjoying my content <3

and dude this one made my head Spin. bc I think abby owns a couple of toys for you two, including a powerful wand vibe that she tends to use on you when her strap is pressed all the way inside you and ur thighs are trembling at her waist.

u love how enthusiastic abby is when it comes to giving head, because she's so fucking good. but lately, there's a not-insignificant part of you that feels bad for not reciprocating as much. and u know, u know, she gets off on getting you off, you've seen the remnants of her orgasm between her thighs after she's spent hours between ur legs. but you want to do something for her. so one day, when ur sitting on top of her face (also I really wanna talk about the first time she finally managed to convince you to sit on her face because you'd been so scared that you'd hurt her but that's for another drabble maybe idk) and she's rocking ur fucking world, u reach for the fully charged wand vibrator you'd stuff underneath the pillow before she got home. her eyes are closed, so engrossed in your pussy that she doesn't even noticed until you reach back and nestle the vibrator against her clit, waiting to turn it on. she looks at you and you ask her for permission, and the second she gives you a lil nod, you turn the vibrator on.

and abby moans so fucking loud, right into your cunt, the vibrations making you jolt on top of her. the feeling of the vibrator against her clit is making her head fuzzy, and the taste of you on her tongue is pushing her closer and closer to the edge. she's so fucking needy and horny and she wraps both arms around ur thighs, pulling you onto her mouth even more. she's fucking her tongue into you, her nose bumping against your clit so deliciously, and you're shaking on top of her, pressing the vibrator against her even harder. she's trembling, thighs twitching around the vibrator, trying to stave off her orgasm.

she's whining into you, clawing at your thighs while she works you over. and you're getting so close, grinding on her just so, the plush fat of ur thighs squishing against her head and you just know you're about to snap. so you turn the vibrator up, pressing it against abby's cunt even harder, pushing her over the edge. she's shaking, whining, moaning into you while you tip over and cum into her mouth, wailing and clenching on top of her. abby was floating, in fucking heaven, going through one of her most intense orgasms yet while her girl falls apart above her, looking as gorgeous as ever. she's cumming for what feels like forever, cunt clenching and leaking against the vibrator, hips bucking away from the stimulation, all the while watching your tits shake and ur mouth drop open from your perch on her face.

when u roll off her, turning the vibrator off n throwing it to the side while abby sits up, panting and bracing herself against the bed. she turns back to look at you, smiling all dopey n sex-hazed. "fuck, baby, you're so fucking good to me."

n she turns over, hovering over you and pressing kisses to your neck all the way up to your lips, massaging the fat of ur hips and holding you close <3

[miz-chase]

hello!! brennan + hannah "are you interested in me?"

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Send me a ship and a sentence, I'll write the next five (pages)

Hannah and Brennan chat (and maybe flirt???) after the breakup with Booth. Rated G

"Are you sure this is okay?"

Hannah Burley hesitated, pausing before an empty chair. The little Georgetown cafe was cosy and quiet, afternoon customers coming in from the February cold. The snow that had started up yesterday, the bad day, was still lingering. It dusted her coat collar, chill against her neck, but she was reluctant to take it off. If she was about to be yelled at again, she'd rather keep her armor on.

Hannah stood awkwardly, her hand resting on the chair back. Opposite her sat a little table and Temperance Brennan, sitting in a matching chair to Hannah's own. She had the look of a night spent sleepless, cradling close a big mug of some coffee concoction.

"Why wouldn't it be okay?" Brennan asked, apparently without guile. Hannah couldn't help but feel a warm affection for her friend's (?) obliviousness.

"I mean, Booth dumped me and you're his..."

"Partner." Brennan supplied. "I still don't see why that should have an impact on our friendship." She regarded the other woman. "That looks uncomfortably warm. There is a coat rack over there." Brennan pointed and Hannah obediently shucked her outer layers and pulled up a chair to the table.

"For some people, it's a loyalty thing. Like, you gotta choose sides, decide who's the good guy, who's the bad guy."

Brennan huffed. "That seems particularly childish. Neither of you seem to be at fault, simply... incompatible."

"Yeah well, don't tell Seeley you're talking to me, I promise he... wont take it well." Hannah wheeled her suitcase back and forth beside her, fidgeting. "That's why I wanted to talk to you. Are you really sure me crashing with you would be okay? I'm worried he might kinda... freak out if he found out about it."

"I don't see why the failure of your romantic relationship has any bearing on our friendship. And he has no authority over who I socialize with and welcome in my home. My guest bedroom and bathroom are yours." Brennan took a long sip from her mug, pondering. "Besides, he has no desire to see me either. He has explained that he is just as-- as angry with me as he is with you."

"Well that's stupid. This has nothing to do with you."

Brennan grimaced. "I am one of the many women who have rejected him. That makes me contemptible, apparently. Not that it matters that he was the one who rejected me when I--" Brennan looked up, suddenly aware of herself. Her cheeks darkened.

"Right?" Hannah shared a conspiratorial grin. "I thought it would have softened the blow that he practically has you waiting in the wings, but nooo. He'd be an idiot to push you away now." She paused, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "Of course, he'd be an idiot to propose to me after telling him over and over again that I don't do marriage. Yet here we are." She grimaced and shrugged.

"He's an idiot to lose you." Brennan said it with all the authority of one of her usual science facts. "Objectively speaking, you are intelligent, accomplished, and, of course, beautiful. It's ridiculous to lose you over something as insignificant as unnecessarily, legally formalizing your relationship."

Hannah laughed. "I'm glad you think so! I'm all that and a bag of chips, but what good does it do me? Nada. Thirty-four and no prospects, what's a girl to do?"

Brennan looked puzzled. "I... I cannot tell if you are being self-effacing or sarcastic. You really are quite exceptional, I don't understand why anyone would be uninterested in you."

Laughing, Hannah gave her a playful shove on the shoulder. "If only people saw me the way you do! Guess I'll just have to date you, huh?" She grinned and gave an exaggerated wink.

Instead of laughing, Brennan stared at her blankly, color high on her cheeks. She fumbled over her words and Hannah went from laughing to surprised wonder.

"Wait, Temperance, are you actually interested in me?"

"I..." She fidgeted, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I suppose I simply-- That is to say-- it's entirely rational given your... qualities and--" Brennan sank into herself, cheeks bright.

Given the past 24 hours Hannah had experienced, she had no idea she'd be laughing this much so soon after. Grinning, she asked "Why in the world did you wait until the big lug was gone to tell me?"

The question didn't make Brennan any less flustered. "I would never-- Booth's happiness-- interfering with romantic partners seemed..."

"That didn't stop you with him." Hannah regretted it as soon as she'd said it, Brennan now looked frazzled, exhausted, and guilty.

"Temperance, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I just meant... I'm surprised, honestly! I had no idea you, uh, were into ladies. Is that why you and Angela.... nevermind.

"The point is, ah--" Hannah laughed self-consciously, "The feeling is pretty mutual."

Brennan looked bright for a moment, before her expression dropped. Eyes on the floor, she said quietly. "I suspect this also breaks your 'choosing sides' 'loyalty' rules?"

Gently, Hannah reached out, crooking a finger to lift Brennan's chin. She waited patiently until those pretty blue eyes met hers, and gave an answering crooked grin.

"Like you said, it's none of his business. You're your own woman."

Brennan looked uncertain, but didn't pull away when Hannah gently stroked her cheek, sliding auburn hair out of her eyes. Feeling darling, she smoothed her thumb across the other woman's soft lower lip and felt a thrill chase her spine when she parted easily for her.

"What say we get my suitcase over to your place and go from there, hm?"

Temperance Brennan nodded, a little dazed, and let Hannah help her into her coat. They left the cafe hand-in-hand, the snow dancing all around them.

[prince-liest]

Your Angel/Lucifer fic was wonderful!! I’ve also read most of your 666 series and remember in the notes of one of the stories that you mentioned something about Alastor being aroace and that’s why he experiences things the way he does in your fics. I felt like that was portrayed very well!! I also felt like Lucifer not being that way, being overtly attracted to Angel was well written!! I was just wondering how you’re able to write both sides of the coin as well as you do?? I’m asexual and I don’t think I even realized I was writing all of my NSFW fics from an asexual perspective on things until I compared some of your works. I guess that kind of attraction just feels so out there for me it’s hard to imagine anyone feels that way?? I’m not sure lol…

In any case!! I was wondering if you had any tips on accurately portraying an allosexual character?? I feel way out of my depth now that I’ve realized there is a readable difference.

AH, thank you so much! It's funny that you say that because I was just thinking about how writing NSFW from Lucifer's POV after Alastor's POV is actually really funny to me given the sharp contrast in how they experience sex and intimacy. I'm glad that they come through properly!

When I write NSFW from the perspective of an allosexual character (which is most of my NSFW), I'm not really thinking, "Hm, this character is allo. How does that affect things?" Rather, I'm still very much just writing what I want to see. There's a text post that was going around the other day that said something to the tune of, "When I say that man is fuckable, that does not mean I want to fuck that man. / I want someone else to fuck that man for me." and I'm definitely channeling that, hahahaha.

Not all aro/ace experiences are the same and not all allo experiences are the same, so a lot of it comes down to how I think a specific character would feel as a whole rather than their sexuality alone. I wouldn't write Vox the same way I'd write Lucifer, either, and a not-insignificant part of Alastor's detachment comes from him being an asshole on top of being aroace, haha.

Nonetheless, some concrete things about how I write these particular characters differently:

When you are writing in third person limited like I do, what you describe is often a reflection of what the character is paying attention to. I spend relatively little time describing Vox's body from Alastor's POV. Describing Alastor's body from Vox's POV would be, uh, a time, let's just put it that way.

Lucifer very much thinks that Angel Dust is hot, and he will admire him, both plainly and when Angel takes advantage of his obvious attraction to do something cute

Lucifer wants to touch Angel Dust for reasons of "I think it would just be nice to touch him" rather than always for a specific goal (eg. Alastor mostly touches Vox to get fun reactions)

The goal for Lucifer is sex with Angel, not sex, and Angel is helping that happen or even messing around with Angel, and sex is helping that happen

When you're a guy who's mostly been having sex in the context of a loving, committed relationship for millennia, sexual contact is intimacy is vulnerability is emotional connection, and all of those things can get really tangled up in one another.

I've streamlined a lot of it into just code-switching into the characters' heads to the point where I don't really keep these things explicitly in mind, so I hope that this was at least a little helpful!

...Also, honest to god, I've just read a lot of porn, and most of it is obviously not of ace characters. Over the years, you pick up what you find hot, LOL.

[aalissy]

Lucky Charms

Anddd day 21 is now finished :). I really hope you like this lil fluffy oneshot <3. If you do, please lemme know! I also hope you had a great weekend!

AO3

Marinette gently ran her fingers along Adrien’s wrist, twirling the charm bracelet that she had given him. “I can’t believe you still have this,” she murmured.

They were sitting on her chaise, a movie playing as they cuddled close together. Adrien shook his head, craning his neck back to look back at her. “You gave it to me, of course, I kept it.”

She giggled shyly, tucking her hair back behind her ear. “Yeah, but I mean I don’t know. I gave that bracelet to you back before we ever got together. Before you ever even had feelings for me. Back when I was still a blushing, stuttering awkward mess around you.”

A frown creased Adrien’s brow before he paused the movie, turning around to squeeze her hand in his. “Marinette, I treasured everything you gave to me back then.”

“Really?” she asked, a smile teasing at the edges of her lips.

“Really.” Adrien grinned back before he began to chuckle. “Honestly, Marinette, I should have realized I was in love with you sooner than I did just from how many signs there were. Every single thing you made for me, I’d just stare at for hours. Pl- er, my friend used to tease me about just how long I’d spend idolizing the little gifts you gave me.”

Marinette’s eyes softened at his little speech before she tugged him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him. “I love you,” she murmured in between kisses. “So... so much.”

Their laughter filled the cozy space of Marinette's room, blending with the quiet noises of the Parisian streets below. Adrien's arms tightened around her, his lips meeting hers in a tender embrace that spoke volumes of their shared love for one another.

"I love you too, Marinette," Adrien whispered, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "You've always been the one for me, even when I didn't realize it."

Marinette smiled against his lips, her heart fluttering with happiness. She traced the outline of his jaw with her fingertips, pecking another kiss on his lips. "I'm so glad we found our way to each other, Adrien. Even if it took just a bit longer than expected."

Adrien chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with adoration. "It was worth the wait. Every moment with you is a treasure."

They stayed wrapped in each other's arms, lost in a world where time seemed to stand still. The charm bracelet Marinette had given Adrien glinted in the soft light, a silent witness to the love that had blossomed between them.

“Wait just one second,” she murmured, getting up before heading over to her pink backpack. She rummaged in it for a brief moment before sliding on the charm bracelet that Adrien had given her on her birthday. 

“Now we’re matching.” Marinette grinned shyly up at him, her cheeks a rosy red.

He traced his fingers along the bracelet before embracing her as he brushed another kiss against her lips. “You kept this silly old thing?” he asked, his green eyes gleaming at her playfully.

“Of course!” Marinette giggled. “You gave it to me. You can’t even begin to understand just how many butterflies you gave me when I first unwrapped it.”

Adrien traced her cheek, running his thumb along it softly. “I remember being terrified when I gave that to you. I thought you’d hate it.”

“Nope.” She shook her head with a smile, twirling it around her wrist. “It was my favorite gift that day.”

They leaned into each other, their hearts beating in sync. Marinette’s eyes fluttered closed as she sighed happily. This was more than she could have ever even dreamed back when she first realized how desperately in love with him she was.

And in that quiet moment of togetherness, the world outside faded away into insignificance. Marinette knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always have each other and the magic of their love to guide them through.

[bonjas]

season 2 predictions:

I feel like I saw way more behind the scenes stuff that I never saw in the actual show, leading me to believe that either A. they already knew they would get a season 2 and filmed it at the same time or B. what was originally filmed was split up, hence why it feels so choppy. BUT probably neither of these things are true I'm just projecting 😩 cuz I still can't wrap my head around this season

I predict season 2 will bring us back to the original plot of Armando and Betty dating on the down-low and sneaking around behind everyone's back and that's how they reignite their relationship, and it's gonna end in another wedding for them.

there's sooooo much to talk about from the last two episodes but I'm too tired to really dive in, I can only think in bullet points lmao:

did I miss something? why did all of a sudden Hugo end the union/strike? that made no sense 😩

how did Mila and them even know about the papero and how to get there.....again did I miss something lol (edit: I forgot they're the original Ecomoda bodegas, but still they were acting like they knew exactly who he was, how lol)

the timeline was so fucked up. so you're telling me they ended the strike, Mila finds out that night about her mom and dads past, the next day Betty goes on the trip to cartagena and they're doing the fashion show at the same time? how did it get done so fast?! no one bothered to ask their president if they could do it, had the funds for it, bothered to ask her to come? HUH????? 💀 showing random shots of sewing and fabric doesn't do shit to show the passage of time 😭😭

the ADR by the beach sucked so bad it looked AI generated lmao. I'd rather have shitty ocean wave audio like in the original lol

Armando's lawyer continues to make no fucking sense as to why she even wants to be with him, it's a useless storyline with no context other than "of course she'd want to be with Armando Mendoza" and just serves as a "see, he's changed he's not hitting on other women" plot device

Betty's lawyer at least got to be cute and have actual interactions with her that help us make sense as to why she'd wanna make out with him 🤪 do yo thang girl

mila and nacho practically living together - huh?????? this novela is HORRIBLE at timelines, sense of time moving, days passing, literally without them saying that we would assume that was their second time sleeping together. bad bad bad.

mila going through the same betrayal as her mom - sorry I rolled my eyes at that one 😭 trying to wrap everything up in a bow having Mila discover the truth by somehow magically guessing his password, finding everything, spilling the beans during the meeting, all in one episode trying to have us connect to her heartbreak, girl we never fucking liked him lmao!!!!!!!! he was always ick as fuck u have horrible judgement 😭

glad her and Betty have essentially mended things but lmfao still have no idea why she was sent off for 5 years like that's not an insignificant time frame, 15 to 20ish is a HUGE stage of life and to have missed that??? like what?? but they depicted Mila so terribly I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop every time there was a "sweet" moment between them because they didn't give me any reason to think she was being genuine, I think that's a huge failing on their part cuz they never showed the love between them only Mila hating her, right to shopping and hanging out, there was a huge disconnect for me.

Mario you were fired, armando "rejected" your firing but what are you even doing here bro

Jeff and his relationship and their drama with Mila is so blah why is it even in this. Mila you suck for kissing him knowing he has a gf wtf? Also her hairstyle at the fashion show was giving Troll doll what did they do to you girl!!!

not letting Betty have a moment with her dad to actually talk about the diary is such a cop out, it could have been a beautiful moment in him confessing that he still failed her after trying so hard to protect her and she married the man that caused her the most pain and she couldve been like yeah it's pretty fucked up it's why I'm getting a divorce, after all that I feel like he still didn't accept us as his family~ or SOMETHING. crumbs, it's all I'm asking.

Ignacio being a sibling instead of a nephew is sooooooooo duuuuuuuumb lmfao literally serves no other purpose than to make people go GASP!!!! no purpose.

I FORGOT TO BRING IT UP BEFORE, WHY DID THEY MAKE BETTY FALL DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS AT ECOMODA LIKE THAT A WHILE AGO LMFAOOAAO WE ALREADY KNOW SHE'S CLUMSY YOU MAKE HER DROP OR CRASH INTO SHIT EVERY EPISODE