#let's see if I can clean the feathers without destroying them...

[toothpastecanyon]

Return, to the Scene of the Crime - Chapter 5

Playing human again, Alcor makes it longer than he usually does. He's in college now, juggling classes, family, a curious vampire, and a strange, increasingly sinister web of mysteries weaving themselves around him. Without his omniscience to guide the way, he'll have to work hard to get to the bottom of this before it spirals out of control.

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“You got your net?”

“Yup.” Lucy Ann extended the handle. “Got the long one too, in case she tries going over me.”

Dipper nodded, and hefted his own. “Alright. Stand back, Mr. Yancin.”

“It��s Professor Yancin, actually.” The chemistry professor said, then blinked and backed up behind his desk. “Just be careful. There’s some potent chemicals in there.”

“Potent- wait, this is the cleaning cupboard, right?”

“There’s bleach and ammonia cleaners in there!” He ducked a little lower. “Just don’t go smashing stuff, okay? I can’t tell the university this happened!”

“Smashing stuff?” Dipper gave a chuckle. “I told you, Yancin. We’re professionals.”

At that moment there was a banging behind the door; he turned back to it, and gave Lucy Ann a nod. She readied her net, and he reached out and grasped the handle. Then he threw it open, and in one motion he raised his net and brought it down on-

-on the beak of one huge griffin filling the entire space of the closet. Dipper heard a low growl, and his eyes went wide.

“Hey, that’s not a teacup griiiiiFFIN!” It bit down on the net and charged into him, leaving him hanging on for dear life as it started running around the lab. “Whoa, whoa, stop! Stop!”

Lucy Ann glared at the man. “Wha- This is not a teacup griffin, man! This is full size!”

“But that’s what the internet listing- eek!” He ducked as the griffin jumped on his desk, crushed his monitor under its feet, and spread its massive wingspan. “My computer! Noo, it’s destroying everything!”

“I got it, I-” Dipper grabbed for the edge of the desk, only for that to be ripped out of his hands as it took flight. “I don’t got it - Lucy Ann! Heeeelp!”

“Stultissimi,” Lucy Ann muttered under her breath; she cast aside the tiny net and looked around the room. The flag of the California Federation was hanging by the door, flapping wildly on its post as the griffin half-flew, half ran laps around the narrow lab. She jumped up, tore it down and held it out in front of her like a matador.

The griffin slammed into the drywall as it made its turn to her, Dipper hanging off its neck inches from the floor. It tried to weave past her but she pounced on it, wrapping the flag over its eyes and pushing back as hard as she could. It was like stopping a train, but first they skidded, then they slid to a stop, her back landing against a window just hard enough to hurt.

Quiet, again. She took a moment to let out a breath - then looked down at the griffin. It was utterly still now under the darkness of the flag, its breathing returning to normal. She could see movement under the feathers, a hand struggling to make it out.

“Pteh! Pteh!” Dipper dragged himself to his feet, spitting out feathers. “How are we gonna get this thing out of here? No way it’s fitting in our cage!”

“If we’re quiet, we can probably just lead it outside.” She adjusted the flag over its head. “These guys sleep in dark caves. She probably just got spooked from all the sudden light.”

“Huh. I didn’t know that.”

“You’re welcome. Now shhh.”

She led the griffin out of the door. Dipper trailed behind, and stopped by the professor staring wordlessly around the wreckage of the lab.

“Uh…” He cringed. “Sorry about this. But hey, we got it out, right?”

The professor didn’t respond, and Dipper got out his wallet. “I can refund our fee-”

“You’re not refunding my half!”

“Oh, uh…” He took out a couple notes. “Well, here’s… here you go.”

He held them out to the professor; when the guy didn’t move to take them, he awkwardly left them on the edge of an upturned table and scurried out. Lucy Ann was outside, chucking the flag into the garbage.

“There she goes,” she said, pointing to a shrinking silhouette in the sky. Dipper made a face.

“We really screwed that one up.”

“Um, no we, thanks.” She crossed her arms. “I told you to leave this one for animal control.”

“Hey, if it was actually a teacup griffin, this would’ve been a breeze! Besides, we had that cancellation-“

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you had to fill it.” She rolled her eyes. “I thought you wanted to keep this focused on mysteries.”

“I do, it’s just- I mean, not everything’s a mystery, right?” He shrugged. “It’s not all going to be like the jewelry store job, a-and if I only take what’s interesting to me, we’ll lose all the momentum that coverage got us!”

“Coverage?” She arched an eyebrow. “You got one interview in the college newspaper. Because Marsh is the editor.”

“I mean, people are calling us!”

“Yeah, they’re calling us for their chores.”

“I-”

“And if you want to do people’s chores, that’s fine. But if you want to solve mysteries? Well, you might be too booked up to notice when a real one comes along again.”

She gave him a pointed look; he just laughed nervously, and checked his phone. “Heh, yeah, um - oh wow, I should get going to Russian! Hah, I should get ‘Russian’, right?”

“Oh my stars, that was terrible.” She shook her head. “We’ve got another job at five, right?”

“Yup! Someone thinks there might be a ghost in the laundry machine because her clothes keep being dumped out of the dryer. She wants us to do a stakeout!”

“Thrilling.” She said, and turned on her heel. “I’ll see you at the dorm.”

“Wha- uh, okay! See you later?”

She gave a wave without turning around, and left him standing in the sun. Dipper rubbed his ear, checked his phone again, and quickly hurried to class.

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eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…

It’s a quiet noise, Dipper thought, then frowned. No, not quite. It’s always quiet, sure, but it’s the same volume whether he’s in a chattering lecture hall or alone in his bed staring up at the ceiling. It doesn’t matter how loud things get, he could always

…eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…

hear it.

So was that quiet, or was that something else? Was it just a trick of his brain, a weird little way of holding onto that day, that moment with the gun shoved against his skull- and he jumped at a tap on his shoulder.

Lucy Ann? No, it was someone behind him. She leaned in close. “Dipper, right? Can we talk?”

“Huh?” He blinked, and glanced at the lecturer at the front of class. “Uh, maybe later?”

Then he turned his back on her. The lecture, right.

“-since the California Incident, our Isles have been infused with Alcor’s energy,” the TA up front was saying. “The United States’ initial response to the surviving residents, in addition to their political deadlock in passing strong punitive legislation related to the summoning of demons, is believed to be the main causes of the growing rift between the former state of California and…”

…eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…

Rubbing his ears again - a grimace. The doctor said it’d go away with time. It was just one gunshot, right? Just one wasn’t supposed to damage his hearing - it was just in his head, you know?

eeeee

It’d go away. It wasn’t permanent.

He wasn’t

EEEEEEEEEE

damaged.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

A little shake in his breath. No. No, no, no, that was - he was fine. It’d all go back to normal soon. He just needed to keep busy, you know?

Dipper stared ahead, the words washing over him. Soon class wrapped up, and he stuffed his magiorb in his bag and drummed his fingers on the desk as he waited for the lecture hall to clear out. He checked his phone - agh, four thirty, he really had to get back home to pick up Lucy Ann and then-

Another tap. He looked up; it was the student from earlier, leaning over her row of seats.

“Can we talk now?”

“Uh,” His row finally started moving. “I kind of have somewhere to be-”

“Then take my number.” She held out a little scrap of paper. “Can you call me tonight?”

“I’m kind of busy, but I’ll try - what do you need?”

“I don’t…” She glanced around. “Just, uh, give me a call as soon as you can, okay?”

“Sure, sure.” Dipper tucked it into his pocket and hurried away. What time was it? Four thirty two, really time to go.

He rushed down the hallway - kept rushing, and the little eeeeee sound faded to the background of his thoughts.

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“Hey Marsh, have- what are you doing?”

Marsh was sitting in the hallway, her back on the floor, her feet stretched up the length of Darren’s door. A laptop was squished between her jaw and her hips, which shifted a bit as she turned to glare at him.

“Working. Why?”

“Nothing, just… oof, your back.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She raised her elbows up to type. “Oh, I told Lucy Ann, but I got a call for you guys today.”

“Is she here?”

“Lucy Ann?” Marsh watched him fumble for his keys. “Nah, she said she was going out.”

“Going-” He blinked. “But we were doing a stakeout tonight!”

She snorted. “Yeah, at the laundry room, right? Can’t imagine why she wanted to skip out.”

“Ugh. But she could’ve told me she didn’t want to do it. I could’ve just driven straight there!”

“Uh huh. Anyway, I got this message for you-”

“Not now, I gotta go-”

He made to leave, but she threw an arm across the hallway. “Hey, no need to be an asshole, dude. I’m not your secretary.”

“I-” He blinked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m just running late-”

“To the laundry stakeout? That’s my friend’s dorm - the girl keeps her laundry in the dryer all weekend. It’s not a ghost who’s dumping it out, okay?”

Dipper hesitated, and then gave a sigh. “Okay... what is it?”

“It’s an anonymous tip.” Marsh gave a grin. “You know those are gonna be good. She wouldn’t say anything to me, but she gave me her number and told me to pass it onto you.”

“That doesn’t sound that interesting, we don’t have any details.”

“Aw, c’mon, that’s the interesting part!” Marsh rolled herself upright, and fished in her pocket. “Look, just give her a call at your little stakeout, alright? Lucy Ann thought this sounded promising - I haven’t heard her say that before.”

Dipper took the little strip of paper, and peered at the string of numbers written in Marsh’s neat handwriting. He paused… and then he dug in his pocket, and drew out the crumpled piece he’d pocketed earlier.

The pencilmarkings had smudged themselves a little in his pocket, but the phone numbers matched exactly. Marsh raised an eyebrow.

“You met her before, huh?”

“Just today.” He frowned, and stuffed them both away. “But you know, Lucy Ann says I should stop taking on random chores. I gotta go.”

“Haha, what?” Marsh watched him brush past her. “I think this could really be something, you know! You’d rather stake out a laundry room than get to the bottom of this?”

“I-I told her I’d be there at five! I gotta go-”

“Seriously? Have fun then, I guess. I don’t get you, though. Are you-”

Dipper stopped before she cut herself off. Icy silence filled the dorm, silence like the moment he realised he could hear someone breathing behind him, the moment before the gun pressed against his head and he thought he was gonna die here.

eeeeeeeeeeee…

“I, uh…” Marsh cleared her throat. “I mean, I get it, man, I wasn’t trying to…”

“No, no, it’s fine.”

“I mean, he was in my house all that time, that’s…” She gave a nervous chuckle. “I mean, why do you think I hang out here now? I get it, if you’re…?”

“I’m not.”

She paused, and then nodded. “Yeah - no yeah, of course.”

They stood there frozen for another moment more, both of them searching for something to say… then the door between them swung open.

“Guess who got tickets to Selena and the Nutty Tweaks this Friday!” Darren noticed Dipper and waved. “Oh, Dipper, hey! Did you hear? I got tickets to-“

“Selena, yeah, you just said.”

“Yeah! You wanna go?”

“Uhh…”

“Marsh? Hah, why do I ask, you’re such a Nuttie.” He looked between them, his smile dropping a little. “Uh, hah, weird, you guys are quiet today! It’s like someone died, right?” A pause. “Oh no, did someone actually die? I gotta stop saying that.”

Dipper snorted. “No, no, no one died, just… I was about to leave. Have fun with your concert, Darrel.”

“Oh, you bet I will!”

“And…” He glanced back at Marsh, but his mouth clamped shut and he hurried away.

What time was it? Five four - ugh, he was gonna be so late!

Dipper took off running for his car, a scowl creasing his forehead. What did it matter if it was a kind of useless job, he said he’d be there! And she was paying him for the whole night!

What more could you want, right?

As he dug in his pockets for his keys, his knuckles bumped against the little scraps of paper. His heart pounded, because he’d been running.

He wasn’t scared, he was just… busy. And this was probably some other kind of stupid job he’d just have to fit in his schedule between school and helping his dad, so what was the point, right?

It was nothing.

It was nothing.

The car was unlocked, but Dipper didn’t get in. He just stood there, scowling at the door, poking at the little pieces of paper in his pocket.

He wasn’t scared… so you know what, fine, he’d call her right now! Whipping out his phone, Dipper typed in her number and held it up to his ear, tapping his foot as it rang.

Come on, seriously? She asks him to call her and then doesn’t- it picked up.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hi. It’s Dipper?”

“Di- oh my gosh, yes, Dipper!” The voice sounded relieved. “I’m so glad you called me! There’s a huge problem and I need your help!”

“Huge problem?” He raised an eyebrow. “Like a bat problem, or…”

“I think there’s-“ she stopped herself, and then continued on in barely a whisper. “I think there’s a demon in my class.”

[junkiefox]

The Shadow Rising - wot book 4

What if, after being attacked by the deck of cards, instead of going to see Thom, Mat decides to see Rand just like Perrin does. Because his angry at him, but a concer grows in him, so he needs to see Rand –just to be sure his ok and to scream at him.

He meets with Perrin there, talking to the Aiel. Together, they enter Rand's room to find a fight scene, Rand a completely blood mess, almost not breathing. There are books and glass everywhere, feathers from a ripped mattress flying through the room.

Both run to him, screaming so someone can get Moiraine. They try to stop the bleeding, to get Rand to talk. Mat has, once more, his hands stained with Rand's blood.

So Moiraine comes, heal him the best she can. He tries to talk to them what happened, Mat and Perrin telling their versions too. They are... terrified. But, at least, Rand isn't crazy, not yet.

Some Aiel bring water so Rand can get clean. Moiraine recommends them all to sleep, while the Aiel girls trys to get Rand to the tub, but Mat holds him before anyone can say a thing "I'm gonna take care of him". No one says nothing, but he feels Moiraine and Perrin's looks at them. He doesn't care because he's scared and he has Rand's blood on him. He needs a little bit more time with him before trying to sleep, he needs to feel his warmth and pulse before it.

When they all leave, Mat baths Rand who –incredible– doesn't complain at all. He is relaxed as Mat cleans him, allowing his guard down.

A new mattress had been brought when Mat helps Rand to get to the bed. And his job here is done, he needs to let Rand rest but– he doesn't want to go. Rand covered in blood still fresh in his memory. Just one more second and he will go away.

Surprisingly, Rand hold his wrist before he even thinks about leaving. "Stay?" his voice isn't the Rand-the-dragon-lord one, is the one Mat remembers from Two Rivers, the one before their life was got into this mess. Rand's eyes are just as scared as Mat is.

They lay together, Mat's fingers holding Rand's wrist, feeling his pulse. "I'm sorry" says Rand, voice hoarse.

"It wasn't your fault."

"I'm sorry either way. You should leave. Both of you." He closes his eyes and Mat sees how young he his. They shouldn't be living this. Rand shouldn't be playing this role. He wants to hug him.

"Yeah, I should" because it is the true. He knows he should leave, but he can't. He won't. "But you wouldn't live without me, Woolhead."

Rand chuckled –a small and strange thing–, getting closer to Mat, his head resting on the same pillow of Mat's. "Thank you. For staying."

"... any time" he responded in a quiet voice. Because is true, Mat will do anything Rand asks, even though he makes it seems like he won't do it.

Mat knows he has fallen for Rand a long time ago. And he hates himself for it. Because he should leave, but he can't.

So he closes his eyes, Rand's warm breathing against him and his heart beats being a lullaby to him. He pretends they are at Two Rivers, sharing Rand's bed on one of the many nights Mat slept there. He's too tired to notice that Rand pulling him closer it's not happening only on his imagination, but he makes himself comfortable against his warmth anyway.

The next morning, Ewgene and Elayne will find a room completely destroyed and two boys sleeping peacefully while attached to each other.

[someonestole15]

File: Closed

Death and taxes.

In the back of my mind, I still wonder where the hunters hide, the Tempest and Rex, the trail leading to me has gone cold a while ago, but how long will that remain? Can I keep it cold or will it be incinerated like the rest of what I hold dear? Apathy is the wrong word for it.

 I... feel anger... each time I think about it.

They destroyed what I called home for the first time. How quickly it was all torn apart, I will not let that happen again. Spread roots across the colony, interlink with other organizations to set up early warnings when they start catching on. Surround and eliminate...  the few can overcome the many...

Heartbeat settling back down as I climbed into the passenger seat of the truck, site secured and the road cleared from debris, a cleanup team would arrive soon to finish the cleanup operations. Burning daylight, the convoy got moving again. Steady drone from the diesel-electric motor beneath the cabin, we soon arrived at our exit. Signs reading Millview, a small town formed outside the colony for storage and manufacturing parts to construct tall smokestacks appeared on the horizon, towering over the mostly dead town. Abandoned car chassis scattered around with many buildings remaining only as exteriors, picked clean of anything worth taking. Pulling myself up in my seat, I leaned against my door and took in the sights while I could.

Skeletons left behind, the convoy slowed down as we turned into the parking lot of the destination. Industrial buildings in various states of disrepair with hints of rust and fading paint, a further scan revealed the same counter measure as before with only the exterior wall being clear to me, the rest hidden beneath a layer of dark static. Security and comms chatter heavily encrypted, while my curiosity is asking me to listen in, it is not part of the job.

Ruffle the feathers of whoever is listening in; I can go without that, we met up with a small team of workers near one of the buildings. One of them finished his cigarette before taking command and splitting the group up between the two trucks. Supervisor of the crew from what I gathered,

“Good work, we’ll take it from here.” He added, nodding us before heading to the trucks himself.

“So, what now?”

“We exfil, take it easy for a bit, get paid and repeat.”

“Simple enough. Guess we will see each other again at some point.”

“Likely so, hopefully not against one another.”

Down from eight to just three as Rust offered to guide us to the exfil location at a nearby subway tunnel. Not in use by any of the major factions with this district being largely storage facilities before the colony got itself fully linked to the network of trading vessels, the empty buildings have remained under the ownership of various corporations. Once a spot for moving cargo to and from here, the subway tunnel should lead us close to our car. Familiar with underground facilities, we used one of the small electric trains to get to our destination. Automated system with calls from a console summoning the train to where it was needed.

“Should be your stop, head topside and you’ll be at your ride in no time.”

“What about you?”

“I got a few more stops to my place. You know my comms; feel free to call me anytime.”

“Will do, thanks.”

“See you around Rust.”

Dim lights around the station as the train headed into the darkness, the industrial flashlights flickering as the engine drew power from the batteries, accelerating the contraption down the rails as Rust waved us a goodbye.

Do you have your ticket? Guess we are walking then, up the stairs into a small landing with a ticket booth and several vending machines, almost all of them empty. The stairs to the surface blocked by a barrier, someone had painted an arrow on the barrier, guiding us to a ladder inside a maintenance corridor. Climbing the ladder and pushing the hatch open, daylight shined in to the corridor and we were out.

Short walk to the car, a message came through on the comms as were securing our gear back in the trunk.

“Good work. While not perfect, you completed the job while keeping my trucks safe and sound. Money is on route; don’t spend it all in one place. Signed: S.”

Twenty eight thousand credits unmarked, fourteen thousand for each of us, pays for a few full rearms of the Gunship or something nice for the homestead, I have been monitoring a few upgrades on the black market...

In the green.

[purpleprey]

Chapter 14: Maid in Leather

After my insolent act of destroying the door, I wasn’t allowed to join my companions and this Sin Sinuous man in the lift. Instead, I was forced to journey up to where Sin’s actual private quarters were by way of a nearby dumbwaiter. It was so small and cramped in there, even more so than when I was stuck in the space under all those drivers seats. It took me three days and three nights to reach my destination and when I did, I was aghast by the sight before me.

The opulent door to Mr Sinuous’s Penthouse loomed before me. This time, I was positive I had the right door due to the red neon sign reading “THE HOUSE OF SIN (sinuous’s penthouse)” though I had to squint to read that last bit. But the clarification did not go unappreciated.

I decided to get right back to my old ways and gave the door my second biggest and strongest kick. I heard several cracks and snaps as the bones in my legs shattered. I fell to the ground slowly and gracefully, folding like a napkin (1ply). I tossed my head back and let out my most emotional bellow. I turned my head, resting it gently on the floor as my eyes came to rest on the figure of a man. Was… was that the devil!? I slowly squirmed on the lush carpeted floor, rug burn grazing my cheek.

“I… I can’t gooooooo,” I crowed repulsively like the wretch I apparently am. Mr Sinuous took one elegant step toward me.

“I’m not kicking you out quite yet, Mr…. ahhhh,” He reached down and swiftly plucked up my wrist, examining the seared scars of a serial number that I swear to ANYTHING was not there before “mr, Obsidian Leviathan!! You merely won't be refunded your $3million security deposit!”

I whipped my head around so as to not let this scoundrel see the tears of joy welling in my eyes and I quickly wiped them away on the carpet, burning my other cheek in the process.

Suddenly, I was in the air.

Sin Sinuous had gripped me by the hair and dragged me skyward, until my feet were able to stand without assistance (enough time had elapsed that my legs had fully healed and were stronger than ever). We marched towards the door which swung open with our approach, his hand never letting go of my hair. He twirled me across the marble floor of his living room like a ballerina and despite the pain it truly made me feel beautiful. He finally ejected me into a soft feather downed loveseat, My hair now thick and styled with pomade all of a sudden. My noble associates were sitting in various spots about the room. Elly by an elegant bar, Venus at a chic, modern glass coffee table by a floor to ceiling window, and Cosmic at the ivory grand piano in one of the corners. They looked up at me, with a vague interest on their faces, as I took in the odd scene.

“Obsidian, what took you so long? You missed the party. It was amazing, 50 Cent was there. The real, long-dead one!” Elly told me dreamily. By George! rich people can get away with anything! I felt fury rising up in me. I had never been more insulted in my life. As I endured trial after trial in that dumbwaiter, with a hobgoblin of all things, my so-called friends had not a care in the world. They didn’t even bother finding out where I was! I could’ve been killed by an ogre for all they knew! This was even worse than when they left my maybe-corpse by the wreckage of our ship. I clenched my jaw hard around one of the goose feathered cushions, tearing it asunder. Sin Sinuous sighed and called for a cleaning service. I expected one to come through the opulent door but that's when I realised the astray feathers were gone before they had hit the floor! Along with the desecrated cushion I was holding! As if it was never there…. And it was my own tongue I was gnawing the whole time….

I whipped my head around violently in all directions, trying helplessly to locate whatever it was that had made the magic happen. I saw a maid in leather, and I did smell damning evidence of what I was up against. I attempted to get to my feet but found that I was unable to pry my backside off of the loveseat. I kicked my feet and clawed my nails across everything I could get my mits on but to no avail. I was doomed to spend the rest of my days resting comfortably. I was so sick I almost threw up right on the goose-feathered cushions.

“Mr. Leviathan, please stop acting like an animal.” Mr. Sinuous said sharply. But I wouldn’t. I chittered and clawed like the animal I apparently was but as a result I was met with the business end of Sin Sinuous’s water spray bottle.

“Now that esteemed guest, Obsidian Leviathan, has joined our company,” He announced with a lilt “It is time to get down into something i like to call; business!”

I couldn’t help but smirk. This chuckle-head thinks he invented the word ‘business’.... Wait til he finds out hahahahh…

“Now if you would do me the honour!” he did a full 3 point axel and landed it with a flourish, gesturing extravagantly to the door “My beautiful daughter and the apple of my eye, Severus Sinuous!!”

Glitter exploded out of several hidden orifices in the walls as the door burst open. There stood the unkempt girl from earlier!!

“Hello father! It took me 3 days to prepare and preen myself, but here I am!!” She was wearing a grey hoodie and sweatpants and had her dark hair in a messy bun. She was something of ethereal beauty. Those 3 days and nights were NOT squandered! That sinful and sinuous Sin Sinuous let out a mirthful chuckle.

“Clearly that time was well spent! ‘She is something of an ethereal beauty’ is what I’m certain is going through the minds of our honoured guests. Speaking of which, I’m sure you are all wondering why I invited Mr. Venus Crypt up to my private quarters in the first place. Well it relates to, as it happens, a matter of family values! As you can plainly see, my daughter Severus is twenty and eligible. So when I saw the delectable Mr. Crypt in my casino, I did what any good father would do and decided to marry him to my daughter!”

“Sorry, what?” My head wouldn't stop ringing, there was something deeply wrong with my ears. “Get me a blue-grey pantsuit and a matching hip flask because I MUST'VE misheard you!!”

“As much as i LOVE repeating myself, Mr Leviathan (and that's a fact!!!!!), it was not YOUR ears i was hoping to reach,” He extended a manicured hand with a sturdy signet ring to Venus, “Please, son… may i call you son!?” he interrupted himself “or am i moving too fast ahahaha!! Sorry I'm so nervous!!!! Blushing like a schoolgirl!! But I need an heir to my vast Las Vegas riches and you are most tantalising. I couldn’t imagine a better ambassador/mascot to the brand and frankly… between you and I, that only daughter of mine is already TWENTY, can you believe… I mean, that clock is TICKING!!!”

I don’t know if I had ever seen Venus look so shocked which was kinda odd to me, I’d assume someone as alluring as him must be no stranger to proposals from strangers. Although, I guess you don’t meet a whole lot of new people when you live in a creek. We might have even been the first people he’d ever met. I liked that. Venus opened his mouth and shut it again. He did this multiple times, like an insect was repeatedly tripping his three to four sensor hairs.

“Listen, I am no stranger to proposals. I have been engaged four times before, even married once. These three here, they are nowhere near the first people I have met,” Venus stated and I felt myself turn into an external stomach, digesting my heart, “But I am a man that learns from my mistakes. That is why this time, I have to follow my heart and not my ego. I can not marry you, Severus, because my heart belongs to another.” Weirdly, it almost looked as though Severus was… relieved?

“Venus, while I can’t deny that you are incredibly nubile, I have to admit that I’m not disappointed by your refusal. For you see, my heart also belongs to another.” I spat.

“Not disappoi- NOT DISAPPOINTED? Speak for yourself, pumpkin, I am INCREDIBLY disappointed!” Sin Sinuous scoffed, a single strand of intensely styled hair hanging over his forehead, shattering his put together appearance.

“Father! You KNOW how I feel about Steel Tribunal!! He may not be perfect in the looks department, by ANY means, but he has a mind like no other!!” she swooned.

“Absolutely not, blossom, you KNOW my policy on uggos!” he briefly side-eyed me, a thin black eye-brow raised. Severus searched for the words to rebut Sir Sinuous but was at quite a loss. She knew her father’s policy and knew it well. I assume in her past, many lovers have been given the axe by her protective father. The floor with the guillotine I misstepped upon during my dumbwaiter era told the story of a thousand souls.

Sinuous sighed “Look, my pumpernickel porkchop, surely you’d do well settling for a man with Venus’s fine stature” He devoured him with his eyes “And besides!” He shimmied in close to her ear with a mischievous glint “between you and me, my little thousand island dressing! You know your old man is partial to the odd affair TEEHEE!!”

Severus lowered her head and scuffed her slipper on the floor, “I guess… But I have to be the only one homewrecking, my poor heart can’t handle it otherwise!”

Venus suddenly stammered his way into the conversation “if, if that is the case! There is no way this union could work since my heart and soul are pretty spoken for” His face was red from embarrassment. I really had never seen him in such a compromising state before. “It just would not be fair on you, miss Sinuous or,,,,, the other,, person,,,,” he hesitated shyly.

This caused Sin Sinuous to direct his attention on the anxious merman. “I really didn’t think you’d be my greatest source of disappointment today, Venus,” he said and I saw him glance in my direction.

“Just who, pray tell, is this person that has you so enamoured?”

“I know this will sound certifiable but the person that I like is …” He drew in a breath before he continued. I was still reeling from the sudden lore drop. I pressed the heels of my palms to my temples to steady my thinking. Where the fuck am I?? What’s goin on?!?

“Ok i know you will all say “Venus, that is crazy”” he went on “And i will say “I know, but i am telling the truth” and you will say “Venus, no way, this is so sudden” and I will say “I have been dropping hints I think” so you see, um, uh.. It is not SO weird” he chuckled nervously again, his eyes dart nervously around the room.

“So you see… what i am trying to say is…. The person I TRULY like….”

I was dizzy, faint, ready to pass out. This was the strongest feeling of deja vu I had ever experienced. My head swam with library books and severed heads. I felt the familiar flavours of boiled skin and bay leaves fighting its way back up my throat somehow. I wanted to cry, to scream, to let out all of my pent-up wrath on Sin fucking Sinuous. Knowing that Venus was about to talk about his ludicrous feelings for Cougar Husbandry all over again, I turned to him with tears in my eyes. He was looking right at me. By this point, he looked so nervous that his eye seemed to be twitching.

“... Is Obsidian Leviathan.”

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

They went down and he saw the alleged stain, yeah that was a lot some of his was even there. Snapping his fingers it was gone like it never happened.

Lucifer: There, good as new.

He couldn't say anything without incriminating himself.

Charlie: Thanks dad.

They hugged and he could feel eyes on him, he looked and Nifty was eyeing him with stars in her eye. Like she knew something.

Weird.

Lucifer: Oh shoot, I left something in my office I'll be right back.

He went to his office and that's when he noticed the shimmer on his clothes. He cocked his head to the side and wiped the shimmer onto his glove to have a better look. It looked like residual from the magic before.

His magic was golden and red, this was a sickly emerald green.

Lucifer glared, why didn't he fucking think of this before? A fucking voodoo doll, it reeks of Alastors power.

He let his power flow to his doll and it was ....... In Niftys room? That's why she was looking at him funny.

He's had people make dolls of him before, more for sexual reasons and he was sure Alastor had no interest in that kind of thing.

Lucifer snuck into Niftys room and found the dolls. Yeah this was definitely that freaks work. Probably got disappointed that it didn't work the way he wanted it too.

....... These were creepily accurate. Where the fuck did he get their feathers?

Lucifer took them to Adams room to tell him the good news.

Adam: Voodoo Dolls? That shits real?

Lucifer: Yeah..... He probably made them to hurt us and gave them to Nifty when it didn't work.

Adam: And then that little freak made us fuck...... Why is she such a pervert?

Lucifer: Beats me.

Adam: And did you have to tell Charlie that?

Lucifer raised a brow: Would you rather I told her we fucked and you jizzed on the floor? Which I cleaned by the way.

He held both dolls in one hand and summoned fire in the other.

Adam: What are you doing?

Lucifer: .... Destroying them? If that freak finds out they work he could really hurt us, Voodoo is powerful shit it's not a toy.

Adam rolled his eyes: I know they are. Can I see them?

Lucifer narrowed his eyes: Why? So YOU can hurt me?

VooDoo Do You

@beef-brisket I really want this one 😩

-

Alastor put the finishing touches on the voodoo dolls of Adam the first man and Lucifer the King of Hell. It has taken so long to make them this perfect.

Hair from their pillows, feathers from their wings, ....... Other DNA things that he wished he didn't have to touch. It was finally over.

So he picked them up and started twisting them to cause pain. Those two morons have been a pain in his ass long enough and it's time to get even. They weren't too far away so he should be able to hear if it's working.

But nothing happened, he teleported to where Adam and Lucifer were sitting on the couch talking and tried.

Still nothing.

The fuck!?

Nifty came up to him: Something wrong Alastor?

Alastor sighed and handed them to her, if nothing else she can just have them for her puppet show.

Alastor: Just wasting my time apparently Nifty. Here, go nuts.

He left and she was so happy! He gave her a gift of her favorite ship!

Nifty: Hehehehe

They started to glow and sparkle with green magic.

Nifty: Oooou, pretty.

-

Adam: And I'm telling you, waffles are good too. Those pockets? Holds all the syrup.

Lucifer: Hmm, maybe. I like pancakes more, you can fold them like a taco.

Adam stretched: And that is your opinion. Tacos are good though, pancakes would be good for like, sweet tacos.

Lucifer: With strawberries?

Adam: Duh.

They looked as green sparkles glittered around them, they exchanged glances.

Adam: The fuck is this?

Lucifer: ....... I'm not sure.

[bufonite]

I know I said not to expect any VC stuff any time soon but I’m working on the house sparrows I had in my freezer!

I also had a bunch of eggs that I’m trying to preserve which is... Not working the way I wanted it to. I was going to poke two holes in the eggs and use a needle & syringe to get the yolk out but. That didn’t work. So now the eggs either have huge holes in them or are broken into two pieces. I painted the insides last night with a coat of Elmer’s glue to hopefully reinforce them? And I’ll try to glue them back together. I hope I didn’t ruin all those eggs...

As for the birds they’re mostly plucked of feathers and soaking in water to loosen up the last of the feathers so I can pull them out. I’m gonna try to clean and keep all the feathers for art or w/e

When the feathers are taken care of I’m gonna skin and gut them to get as much flesh off and then try to preserve them via the Oxidation method. I’ve used that method on my mink, Bucky, my european starling, Apus and lots of feet so hopefully it works well for the house sparrows.

Also I named the sparrows Castor and Pollux after the figures from Greek & Roman mythology! I wanted them to have matching sort of names and in the mythology Castor and Pollux were said to have hatched from eggs so I thought it would be fitting for the birds, plus they’ll hopefully (if I don’t totally destroy them) have a nest full of eggs to watch over.

[thesharktanksdriver]

Salt Water Tears

Made this awhile back. I’m not sure it’s it’s good or not but decide to post it anyways cause it’s taking space up in my notes

Poseidon might be out of character but screw it

Warning for abuse, misogyny and murder

Love and hatred are powerful emotions that both the gods and humans alike

It is something that both experience to such a gripping degree

It can lead to both good and bad

Hate can lead to war but also change

And love can lead to something beautiful and can tear down even the mightiest of empires

It’s intriguing how both emotions despite being opposites can intertwine together like a coil

It’s especially to Aphrodite as the blond goddess spies on others love lives for fun

It’s fun to her as she sees as love can either consume and destroy someone from the inside out

Progressing slowly into that coil

Normally she watches over human stories for the gods don’t have much going except for affairs and the once beautiful feeling dying

But there is one tale of love and hate that has always stood out to her

Whether that be for its tragedy of an ending or beautiful start she personally isn’t sure

But whenever it came to the god Poseidon it was sure to be something interesting

And the tragedy of the only person he loved is certainly an example of that

You were born to a small village to a peasant family

In the grand scheme of the world you weren’t special

You didn’t have power or status but you did have one thing many people lacked

Respect for others and nature

Yeah, doesn’t sound like much but in your village where brutes ran wild without so much as a ounce of intelligence or care for anything around them it was a lot

It’s why you always lingered near the beachside where no one would visit

It was the only respite from your family who was already pressuring you to be married off

A fate you wished to evade as long as you could as to keep your freedom

Your mother was a constant reminder of what you feared

A worn down woman, one who felt no love for herself and abided by your hateful father

A man who didn’t know any love for anything but his own pride and image to the other men in the community

To be completely honest it sucked

You wished to have a different fate, to be able to explore the vast open sea like that of legends

Or travel to distant lands you’d heard whispers of

Not being confined to a home and used as an object to satisfy someone else’s desires

So there on that beach you let fantasy reign over your mind

Staring out towards the deep blue ocean with longing

Letting the salty air tussle your hair

Sea foam staining your dress

Picking up shells and feathers from the birds that you feed scraps of food to along with the colourful fish

Picking out the trash that somehow ended up in the water

Saving a few fish in the process

It’s odd but you feel as if the things that most consider just to be food to be your friends

Listening instead of telling you to shut up, that a woman should remain silent and submissive

You envy the fish

It’s yet another day of heading to the beach when you find someone there

Standing amongst the waves is a man

Blond hair that reminds you of the golden sand

Blue eyes that looks like the depths of the sea

He looks at you

You stare back

It’s kinda awkward for a bit as the crashing waves fill in for the silence between the two of you

You take a step backwards and you see him move as well

“I can leave if you’d like? I don’t want to bother”

“Your the one cleaning the beach. Why human?”

At him saying that you can’t help but feel a sense of confusion wags over you but you brush it off

Opting to instead just answer him

“It’s wrong how they treat the earth. it’s the least I can do considering I can’t change them”

He stays silent at that answer just watching you

Trying to see if your lying

But there is only truth, a guilty truth for it being the only thing you can do in this situation

He grunts and walks straight into the ocean

Beneath the sapphire waves as your left dumbfounded at what you just saw

Until realizing that he was likely a god

Specifically Poseidon

What the-

You return to the beach a few days later and find it empty as usual

Despite that you feel a presence occasionally watching you

Not threatening so to say but there

Watching with curiosity as you fish out glass bottles and old bits of torn cloth

It’s not much but you do your part

Along the way you pick up shells and string together small bracelets for yourself

All the while that feeling continues

And this becomes slightly normal until he appears again

This time though he approaches and your left cautiously letting him get closer

He stays a few feet away but it’s significant compared to the last time you met him

Let alone now knowing he’s likely a god or some other type of higher being

Now, you weren’t overly religious compared to a few others in the village that had pledged themself to worshiping the pantheon

But now having him in front of you is kinda having you question if you should go to a temple and pray

“I’m curious of you. Indulge me in this”

Your eyes widen a bit but you nod, soon finding yourself wrapped in conversation with the blond man

Talking with Poseidon is a bit of a challenge at the beginning

He is the epitome of a perfectionist, and rather cold to the point that you don’t know if something is pissing him off

Viewing himself as a perfect being despite how he had some glaring issues

Mainly being his arrogance and pride

But you suppose that’s how anyone would end up with such unimaginable power

But after many days of trial and error you find common ground with him

Mainly on topics such as the ocean and his family

It’s odd hearing myths you grew up hearing come from the perspective of someone actually there

Yet interesting nonetheless especially as you tell him the version you had heard through the grapevine

He seems to find some amusement in hearing the slightly skewered version of events from the humans perspective

Often times adding some snide remark about it that makes you laugh

The way in which you casually roll off the insults to both yourself and your entire race seems to catch his attention

He might’ve been confused, or maybe even angry to an extent but he didn’t bring it up

Especially as you asked of how the ocean worked

Its world and freedom that came with it

You can’t help but try to imagine the pictures he paints of the kingdom he rules

Colourful collections of underwater flora of sorts called coral

Or the deepest reaches of his domain where Apollo’s light can’t penetrate

At some point though it shifts from exclusively asking him things to him inquiring about you and your life

Why you kept coming here in the first place let alone felt obligated to try and keep the waters clean

Especially when in his eyes humans were all greedy and selfish

Nothing but bottom feeding scum

With all that reason it shouldn’t make sense as to why he’s so curious but you don’t comment on it and tell him the answer

From the moment you were born you were created for one purpose alone

Marriage

Before you could even open your eyes your father could see the money he could make off of selling you

Your mother couldn’t care less after being worn down over time

She could barely care for anything anyways when she was focused on pleasing him

Couldn’t even take care of you when you had gotten to the age of being able to walk and make conscious decisions

Leaving you to your lonesome in a place that would eat you up in not time

So with that you focused on survival

Ending up scavenging the forest for extra food to fill your empty stomach

Learning to see nature’s beauty in the process

Finding the beach that you’d come to see as an escape

A real home compared to that empty house full of nothing but violence and the possibility of getting screamed out

Growing up into a beautiful young woman didn’t help in all this

Getting the leering eyes from men twice your age within town

Your father’s greed growing as he realized he could capitalize off this even more

You can feel your freedom slipping away by the days now

Sand through your fingers into the inevitable fate of a loveless marriage to a pig of a man

One who would break you to his own satisfaction

Wanting to see the fire in your eyes be smothered by his own hands

With all that Poseidon asks something afterwards that makes you smile

“I insult you and your face, why aren’t you mad”

“I don’t mind when most of what you say is tinged with some sort of truth. Especially since your the only one who treats me as something other than an object”

During his visits after this he changes a bit

He sits closer to you on the sand

What used to be a few feet separating the two of you now becomes that of a foot

You don’t comment on it out of respect

Especially since the conversations between the two of you become longer

A few times you barely got back home in time to avoid a verbal battle with your father

You couldn’t come to care about that though

Especially as the conversations become more deep

Actual emotion leaking through the cracks and allowing you to see something in him that you hadn’t seen before

Even a few times giving you the honour of seeing a small smile

It makes something in you flutter at that

You bury those feelings though, it was absurd to think of him that way

A god

When your you

So you continue on without addressing it

It doesn’t help that he’s started gifting you stuff as well

Starting off as some pretty shells you craft into jewelry

To strings of pearls he says he wanted to get rid of

It sends mixed messages in your head

Especially since he continues his hating human talk

(Though he notably stops making comments about you)

And it stays that way

A limbo you found yourself pondering about until one night it all changed

The moon hung high up in the dark blue sky as you sit beside the sea god watching waves crash endlessly onto the shore

Foam coming up to gently nip at your toes, something that makes a small smile come to your face

The stars shined within the endless sea that was the sky held up by atlas

Yet another tale the tyrant of the sea had told you of during these taken

As of the moment he weaves pearls into your hair

He’s insistent to do so despite you telling him that it wasn’t necessary

But he is not one who listens often and this is a case of this

“Marry me”

“Huh?!”

Yeah so he just blurts that out

You certainly didn’t expect it, though anything from him is

“Did you not hear what I said? Marry me”

“I understand what you said I’m just confused”

“How could you be confused about what I said? It’s quite simple even for a simple human brain”

You deadpan a bit at that but quickly refute with “I’m confused cause I’m human and your asking that. You know I’m not a god”

“It’s not much of a problem”

“But I’m not-“

“I can make you one”

You go silent at that, watching as his eyes stare down into your own

Emotions bleeding out of those deep blue abyss’s

“Won’t your family be upset?”

“I don’t care”

“B-“

“I said I don’t care. If anything they’d be more confused than anything that I’ve found someone”

“I…” you pause for a moment

You love him, you know you do but your still afraid of being confined away

Loosing your freedom to a person you loved would be worse than that of a stranger

“Would I be able to travel. To see the world even if we are together”

He scoffs

“Of course you can. I’d give you the world if I could”

Whatever hesitation you had melts away

He sees this and holds his hand out

You take it

“Meet me here tomorrow. I will take you away from this place”

You nod, tears lining your eyes as a smile lights up your face

Going home you feel joy for once

Hopeful

Bbbb

When you go home that night your met with your father glaring you down

Before you can even walk through the door he’s yelling profanities

Accusing you of being a whore

That your a disappointment

As usual

Your mother is in the corner, staring yet not intervening even as he grows more angry

More violent to the point your getting legitimately scared

You may be a grown woman but you know he’s stronger

Your entire childhood is an example of that

Words are thrown between the two of you

A haze of anger blinding you as it did him

And then it happens

At first you can’t comprehend what had happened

Your mother screamed and look terrified

And then a pain entered your gut

You look down to see red staining your chiton

Staring back you see your fathers expression

He even seemed surprised by his action

Yet he holds up the blade again

Intent clear as to finish the job, it was too late to turn around now

You run

Bolting out the house and into the darkened streets

Through the old beaten path of the woods

Down into the sandy beaches you found to be a real home

But in that panicked state you found yourself in you end up tripping into the sand

Just by the waters edge as he catches up

The look in his eyes shines with intent

It’s almost immediate that Poseidon feels that something is wrong

There’s something that goes down his spine, a feeling of dread he’d never felt before

And somehow he knows it’s about you

In an instant he’s back at that beach, a place that was just for you and him

Now sullied by the sight of a man holding your form beneath the waters surface

He forgets to breath for a moment before that man is dead

Blood staining the sand as he kicks his disgusting form away

Your dead already

No breath filling your lungs except for the salt water he held domain over

There is no saving you

And that breaks something in him

Gently he takes your body into his arms, water absorbed into your clothes along with sand clinging to you

Those pearls in your hair are still there, glimmering in the moonlight as he holds you close

He destroyed the village

A large sudden wave completely decimating the inhabitants before they could even wake

He held no sympathy

How could he when they had only wronged you your entire life

Perhaps that’s why he hates humans so much

Because in the end they are selfish creatures that drain the light out of anything good

They lie

Cheat

And manipulate just to kill whatever spot of light is left in the abyss of shit they call a world There is no one left to tell the tale of that village

nor any landmarks left to signify it was ever even there

It’s name is only left on ancient maps, most of which are destroyed by time or by his own hand

It’s a petty act but one that is the only satisfaction he can get anymore

He sits alone in his throne room, the other throne long made for you is stashed away

Kept for his eyes alone that oftentimes can’t linger on it for more than a few seconds

He only allows himself to break on those lone nights when the crushing weight of it all come down on him once more

He hates that he cries, a perfect being such as himself shouldn’t do so

Yet you make him do it

A feeble human who had captured his cold heart

Only for it to be destroyed once you are taken

He never talks of your real name, only ever referring to you as “Amphitrite”

No one deserves to utter your name

Not even himself after he failed you

But Aphrodite knows

As does Hades who mourns his brother’s loss

Love and hatred coil around one another

Whatever respect he had for humanity forever died that day, leading him in a downward spiral of hatred

It’s amazing what love can do, isn’t it?

[pastafossa]

Flufftober 2021, Day 10 - Pillow Fight

You can track my progress here on my Flufftober list, and you can find the official flufftober tumblr here! Now let’s burst some pillows with the Devil.

Ship: Matt Murdock x Reader Rating: SFW Wordcount: 1,312 Warnings: None, this is relatively tame save for lots of flirting and the Devil being ridiculously attractive while engaging in what is ostensibly just a pillow fight.

“Do you cede defeat?” you bellowed, peering down over the banister. Matt prowled around below you, movements fluid and hungry as he paced across the hard floor. You’d only just made it over your staircase barricade—constructed from chairs and tables, and the couch—in time to close it up behind you with said table. Now the Devil was trapped downstairs, seemingly unwilling to destroy the furniture you’d incorporated into your barrier. It had been a cruel trick putting it all into place while he was gone, but you’d have lost the battle without it, and you weren’t above fiddling with a battlefield ahead of time to give you an advantage. 

Matt growled quietly, pillow in hand as he circled, his head tilted and predatory as he focused on you above him. To your shock and delight, it wasn’t Matt that had chased after you once you’d engaged by swinging at him with that first pillow—a pillow he’d caught in one hand, fire blazing to life in his blank eyes before he’d grinned, playfully whispering, “run.” That the Devil would come out to play was something unexpected but more than welcome, that darker side of him that tasted of smoke and fire, and so rarely got to partake in something just for fun . But it… sort of made sense. The Devil was all about battle, even if those battles were nothing but play. But even if this War of the Feathers was just for fun, you were still a bit warmer than you’d have been going at anyone else. God knew you loved it when Matt moved like this, elegant and graceful, each step smooth and whisper-quiet, hunting.

You blew a feather out of your face, letting it fall over the side of the banister to land on the floor with all the other feathers you and Matt had left scattered around the apartment. It was going to be hell cleaning all of them up, but it was worth it. Besides, there were extras you’d purchased solely for tonight. No truly beloved pillow would be lost as collateral damage. “Come on, D. Give it up. I clocked you good with that third pillow, and now I have the high ground. You’re stuck.”

“Am I?” he murmured, voice smokey and warm as he stopped below you, rolling his head back to grin up at you. 

You narrowed your eyes, growing suspicious. You knew that tone and the wicked curve of his smile. He was planning something.

What are you up to, D? 

“I know you can’t see per se,” you said warily, pointing a finger at the staircase, “but I know your senses picked up my stair barricade before I put the table back in place. You’re down there. I’m up here. That’s called victory.”

“It’s also called a retreat.”

You growled and chucked your pillow at him, feathers trailing through the air. He deftly caught it in one hand, tossing it over his shoulder as if it meant nothing. You picked up the second pillow you’d hidden up by the rooftop door, rolling your wrist to spin it in a mocking circle. “Face it. I have at least one more headshot on you than you have on me. And there’s no catching up while you’re down there—”

Matt tossed his pillow in a slow arc off to the side, and you watched in confusion as it flew over to plop onto the first landing, just behind the stair barricade. 

Your ears picked up the faintest whisper of fabric, and the quiet creak of wood. Your eyes widened in realization.

A distraction. 

“I’ll take that,” the Devil purred, snatching your pillow away as he balanced on the banister, all elegant muscle and easy grace. “What was that about victory, sweetheart?” 

The bastard had leapt up and climbed. 

And now he had your only remaining pillow. 

You turned and threw yourself at the rooftop door, scrabbling at the handle. And yet it failed to open, no matter how much you twisted the handle and threw your shoulder against the door. You… you could have sworn you’d left this door unlocked. 

Wait a second.

Radiant warmth spilled across your back as if you’d just turned your back to a bonfire. You licked your lips, your hand still on the doorknob as warm breath stirred the fine hairs on the back of your neck.

“D,” you said, clearing your throat. “Did you go up outside before the pillow fight and lock the door?”

“I did.”

You slowly spun on your heel to face him as he stretched both arms out, planting his hands on either side of you and caging you in. The pillow still dangled from one of his hands, an open threat that he could easily plomp you with it if he felt like it. “High ground isn’t high ground if you can’t keep it,” he murmured, dipping his head until his forehead brushed against yours, smirking when you shivered. This close, you could still see the fire burning in his dark eyes as they slid sightlessly around you, the scent of him heady and sweet. “The barricade was a nice try, but now it’s your turn to give up. There’s nowhere to run.” He shifted his hand to swing the pillow, letting it brush feather-light against your shoulder. “And now I’ve hit you again, which means we’re tied. I’ll let that stalemate stand if you give yourself up.”

As if. 

And you still had one card left to play.

“Is that a promise?” you whispered warmly, tilting your head up and trying to lure him in as you brushed your mouth against his chin. Because you knew this side of him just as well as you knew the side of him that wore button-ups and ties. The Devil was always hungry for something, and that very much included you. Your kiss to his chin got you a warm rumble, and he lowered his head thoughtfully, clearly tempted.

Come on, D. 

He stepped in closer until he could slide his body up against yours, a line of burning heat. He’d lost his suit jacket at the door, and the button-up shirt did little to mask the warmth of him. You let your fingers trail up from his hips, dragging lightly over his sides. That was a vulnerable area for him, and touching those spots always seemed to get him going. Sure enough, he let out a low groan before slotting his mouth hungrily to yours. As he did, his arms began to lower.

Two can play the distraction game. 

The second his lips fully settled against yours, you shot one hand out and snatched the pillow—within easy reach, now that his arms had come down. You ripped it from his hand, doing your best to swing even as his iron grip closed around your wrist. He growled, his body snapping forward to pin you against the wall. He clearly wasn’t expecting you to let go of the pillow, allowing momentum to carry it the rest of the way.

It smacked against the side of his head with a quiet floomp before falling to the ground. 

And he… froze there, the most baffled look you’d ever seen on the Devil’s face. 

You barked out a, “Ha!” before leaning up to kiss him wickedly, relishing the bewildered cant of his mouth under yours. “What was that about a tie? Cause I’m pretty sure I just beat you again.”

He was quiet for another long moment, blinking in confusion before a grin slowly broke out across his face, the expression almost… proud. You didn’t expect him to lift his hands up to cup your face as he laughed, the sound of it still smokey and rough before he kissed you hard, pulling you in and wrapping himself around you.  You couldn't help but grin into the kiss yourself, tangling your fingers in his hair and raking feathers free, letting them float to the ground. "So I did?" you managed between fond passes of his lips. "I got you?"

“Yeah. Yeah, you did. And I love you for it.”

-x-

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[dwaeki]

beomgyu as ur bf ! (random headcanons)

pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff, comedy

warnings: none other than poorly written fluff, intended lower case and maybe some spelling errors :D

a/n: YET AGAIN I WENT WITH THE FLOW SO SORRY IF IT'S KINDA BAD- keep in mind that english isnt my first language thank you <3

another one of my ults nfakjnglkejngr

you're dating a clown-

honestly, how do u even survive because he's actually so annoying

but he loves you though, i promise <3

an actual brat.

teases you a LOT !!! but never in a mean way.

if you trip over your own feet and fall, he's probably going to laugh at you, offering his hand to help you up but then quickly pulling it back to mess with you!

or if you accidentally drop your phone, spill some water on yourself, etc. he's going to tease you,

"y/n, what are you? a 3 year old?? you can't even walk without tripping, HAH, DUMMY!!!!"

loves to push your buttons to get different reactions out of you :D

he's quite empathetic though, so it's never his intention to hurt your feelings by poking fun at you.

if he notices that his teasing is making you uncomfortable or insecure he will not hesitate to stop,

making you feel loved and appreciated is his number one priority <3

he's determined to make you laugh, because when he hears you giggle... phew he's on cloud 9,

knowing the fact that he's the reason you're grinning from ear to ear is just such an ego boost :(

he will do anything to make you smile and i mean anything...

even if it results in him looking like a fool 😞

you two go grocery shopping together <3

honestly, he sometimes embarrasses you to the point where you regret bringing him with you in the first place 😐

like you've literally just entered the store and he's already whining, asking if you're done yet so you can finally go home and cuddle at once !! :/

it's usually just you doing all the shopping while he follows you around,

he's just there to assist you when you can't reach the high shelves‼️

the store you go to is pretty small and very close to your neighborhood, so you're basically familiar with everyone who visits it.

there's this one sweet lady with a kid around the age of 10, and beomgyu swears that "the child is a devil!!"

he has already made enemies... with a 10 year old-

you had to apologize to his mom multiple times because your 20 year old boyfriend couldn't stop bickering with her son.

he also helps you do your chores !!

he's very playful, hence anything can be fun if beomgyu's around :D even boring things like washing the dishes or cleaning your room (no offense to whoever likes it)

he turns everything into a game, a competition to be more precise...

"whoever finishes washing the dishes last has to buy the winner their favorite snack 😋😋"

even if he wins, he still ends up buying you the food of your choice, not letting you spend a single penny on him!!

he competes with you just to rile you up, making bets such as the one mentioned above to keep you determined, not because he actually wants you to do anything for him.

except giving him your undying love and affection of course :D

he's literally so clingy

you usually visit him at the dorms when he's not busy

the second he hears you knock on the door he's quite literally sprinting towards you

you can hear the members complain that he almost pushed them over

once your boyfriend opens the door, he engulfs you in a tight, bear hug™, picking you up and spinning you around, making sure he crushed every single bone in your body <3

the others just watch you get the air knocked out of your lungs in amusement.

speaking of the members, beomgyu always dreamed of you getting along with his best friends,

but once his dream came true he kinda wished it never did </3

you get along a little too well for his liking :/

how come you just laughed at one of yeonjun's jokes right in front of your toddler boyfriend?!?!??!

unacceptable!!

the entire night he either tries to crack as many jokes as possible to "redeem himself", glaring at an oblivious (and also mildly concerned) yeonjun from time to time

or he starts being poutier and clingier than usual, asking for a kiss every 5 minutes or straight up just dragging you to his bedroom and not letting you go until you cuddle for at least an hour

but in all honesty, he's so relieved that you and the boys are bonding !!

you having a good relationship with his friends is very important to him <3

he's not jealous at all because he knows that you love him and him only :)

he babies you to no end !! (even if you're older than him)

you do something as simple as drink water and he just coos at you

"AWW !!! you look so cute when you drink water like that :("

your number one fan!!!!!

hypes you up and brags about you to everyone <3

if you're wearing a new outfit he will notice right away and just stare at you in awe the second he sees you, won't forget to comment on how gorgeous/handsome you look ;)

also likes it when u compliment him back, it really means a lot <3

please keep feeding his ego he loves it when you notice small details, it makes his heart flutter

you two nap together a lot

if you're not the one for naps you just lay there, next to him, his arms wrapped around your frame tightly as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, sleeping peacefully.

he looks so peaceful and cute when he's not annoying the hell out of you <333

you sometimes snap pictures of his sleeping state and then set it as your wallpaper/lockscreen :D

once gyu found out about your little antics he got extremely cocky

if you ever changed your lock screen to anything but him, he'd get all whiney, begging for you to change it back

also snaps a few pics of you sleeping/just existing peacefully and puts it as his so you two can have "matching wallpapers" <33

he also lends you his jacket if you're ever feeling cold

lives for how cute you look basically buried in his jacket, sighing in content as you're finally warming up a little

if you get tired from walking he's going to give you a piggyback ride <333

laughs and giggles as he lifts you up from the ground, your chest flushed against his back as he carries you to your destination :)

if you did something that upset him and he's scolding you he's just gonna:

"y/n, you're such a dummy!" *holds your hand* "that was very careless of you," *kisses your forehead* "i want you to know that i am very angry at you." *cuddles you aggressively*

while most of your dates are at home,

amusement park dates are very common as well :D

you go on various roller coasters, circular rides, take a few breaks in between and get ice cream or cotton candy

but your favorite ride by far are the bumper cars!

you just race, crash into each other at full speed or get into the same car and absolutely destroy your competition !! (the competition in question are just a bunch of 7 year old kids trying to have fun)

he seranades you :(

learns a bunch of love songs that remind him of you on guitar and sings them to you whenever you're able to hang out <3

he has a playlist full of love songs dedicated to you

offers to give you some free guitar lessons, if you ever want to learn how to play yourself :)

you both also have a collaborative playlist on spotify, along with playlists for each other you update regularly <33

when he's sleepy he's so soft with you :(

he's looking at you with hooded eyes full of love and adoration, you can tell that he's trying his best to stay awake for a little longer, but his eyelids are getting heavier by the second, his voice lower than before

"hey, y/n... you know i love you right? i love you so much that my heart aches whenever i look at you..."

pulls you in closer, if that's even possible, and holds you gently as if you were going to break if he wasn't careful enough,

probably leaves feather kisses all over your collarbone before whispering a one last "i love you" for the night and falls asleep.

yeah... thoughts are being thunk right now y'all-

he really loves you to the moon and back :(

overall your relationship is very chaotic and just.. weird in general.

good luck dealing w/his bs <3

[movedtomcyt-peach]

fresh plumage

·˚ * summary: when the one person avian!quackity let himself trust is taken from him, he has no one else to turn to, no one but you

·˚ * pairing: c!quackity x reader

·˚ * warnings: character death (not quackity)

·˚ * word count: 1.4 k

·˚ * genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff?

·˚ * note: part 2 of pin feathers requested by this lovely person!

I moved blogs, all new content will be posted here!

Create no emotional attachments to anything. Everything gets destroyed.

Charlie had told you this on one of his many visits following your meeting after Quackity’s molt. More specifically he had told you this while getting fat green tears all over your freshly cleaned carpet.

Apparently Quackity had been training him to take over Las Nevadas. Charlie absolutely refused to tell you why he would ever need to take over the country and what Quackity was planning that could leave his pride and joy in the green boy’s hands.

Whenever Charlie would visit he would be sure to tell you the things you had learned. The lessons were worrying, they sounded an awful lot like the things Quackity would say before he left you to build Las Nevadas.

You found yourself worrying about these rules more and more as the days went on. The rain was pelting against the window panes and you tried to hush your thoughts by baking a pie. Only halfway through the whole process had you realized this was Quackity’s recipe.

You remember when he had taught it to you, on a day when everything was still grand and sunny. When he regaled you with tales of his mother scolding him for sneaking slices before dinner and put pepper flakes in the filling when he didn’t have his way.

You should be more used to hearing knocking on your door by now, with Charlie visiting so often. Still, it was unusually late for one of his visits, and the weather was quite harsh for a walk to your hidden home.

“Charlie if you’re all swollen up from the rain you’re not coming in. I told you if you keep making tracks in my house you’re paying for a new...” You can’t help the way the sentence stops when you open to door.

Quackity is standing on the doorstep. He can’t seem to look at you but there’s a strange shudder in his breath that says it all.

Your body moves to the side without you knowing, instinct to comfort and heal taking over. His boots sound even heavier with the amount of rain they hold. They’re ruining your carpet, soaking it and staining it with mud.

For a second neither of you move, too afraid to explain or speak or cry. Maybe you imagined it but you could’ve sworn he met your eyes before looking back down at the ground.

You don’t know if you catch your breath or let it go buy your feet seem to muster up the courage to bring your body to your room. Quackity stands still for a moment, before deciding to follow you through the small cottage.

You open a chest in your room and take out a pair of pants and a plain T-shirt that once belonged to him. You’re not sure if you should be embarrassed or sad that you still know where they are.

You remember when he had first left. When you clung to these pieces of fabric, held them on dark nights and tried to imagine his breathing next to you.

Quackity has the decency to keep him eyes down when you hand him the clothes, still soft and clean. When you pass him to leave the room you try not to stare at the way his thumbs brush the cotton.

When he emerges from the room, he’s holding his boot instead of wearing them, and carrying his wet clothes in the other hand. You can see his eyes widen at the sight of the mud he tracked in, like he hadn’t known about it when he entered. It’s not hard to imagine the kind of daze he must’ve been in when he entered, the glaze in his eyes and shallow breathing made it more than evident.

He finds you at the fireplace, stoking the flames and heating up the small living room. He sits next to you straightening out his clothes to dry. Once he’s done he only stares at the fire. The towel you left out for him sits abandoned to the side.

You try not to make your movements too harsh, slowly shifting to sit behind him, lifting the towel in a smooth moment. You’re distantly aware that this was the situation you two found yourself in months ago. You suppose you should be glad he came to you first, but none of the pain is visible on his body, and that’s what worries you the most.

His hair’s dripping onto his shirt, creating a pattern of droplets on the fabric. As gently as you could you swiped the towel against the hair at the nape of his neck. You steadily move the towel up his scalp, reaching as much of his hair without pushing off the soaked beanie he has chosen to keep on.

He reaches his hand up, and for a moment you’re afraid he’ll push you away again, fall back into himself and leave. But his hand pushes its way into his hair, and slips to beanie off his head, resting it next to his other drying clothes.

Here he was, bearing himself to you, for the first time in ages, and all you can do is dry his hair. You thought you had healed, thought you had gotten past the stage of silent resignation, but you can’t find a single word to say.

Maybe you can’t say anything but you hope he can feel the care in the way you towel his hair dry. You hope he can sense the tenderness you hold in this moment.

Maybe you shouldn’t have risked it, maybe you should’ve kept your distance. But maybe the Gods were listening as you said your silent prayer, because when you raised the towel to his wings, he leaned into your hands.

“Charlie’s dead. Purpled killed him.” His voice is so quiet when he finally speaks, low and a bit cracked from disuse.

You want to move. To grab him and hold him tight, but you wait.

He turns to face you and you want to cry. You had expected silence, a stone face clone of your Quackity. But he held so much pain in his face, his scar pulled tight from the stretch of his frown.

You do move. You grab him and hold him close and maybe you should fuss over your shirt shoulder growing wet, but all you can do is hold him. You try to keep your breathing steady but his is so ragged you can't help but mirror it.

His hands are fisted in your shirt and he’s heaving in air while you cradle the back of his head. The 2 of you can only cry. Over Charlie, over the life you missed, over the life you wish you still had.

“I can’t anymore Y/n, I can’t.” He’s begging between breaths. “I can’t keep losing people. I just want to rest, I just want to go home.”

“Shh Q, it’s ok Q, you’re here. Please just breath for me.” You’re rubbing the space between the base of his wings and you thank the heavens he doesn’t pull away. He only shuffles himself farther into your hold.

You remember the last time you held him like this. When you both woke up in a bed clearly missing 2 people. When you comforted him until you woke up in a bed alone.

But he’s here. He’s holding onto you like you’ll disappear and you feel like you might. What does this mean, what will happen, you finally let go and here he was again.

Later in the night, when you’ve managed to coax Quackity to lay down and rest you realize he knows you to well.

“Please stay.” He must’ve known you were planning to sleep on the couch. “I know it won’t fix everything but I’m sorry.”

You let him lift the sheets and pull you to lay next to him. You let yourself look at his soft features.

Tomorrow you will wake up. Maybe he won’t be next to you. But if he is, you will creep around the house quietly and finish baking the pie and sit at the worn table and eat breakfast with him.

For now you are contented to lay beside him. To listen to his breath get slower until he falls asleep. To trace his scar in your mind, or with your fingers if you feel brave enough. For now you will rest. The both of you.

[potatoes-is-are-food]

Can I request some poly! Shigadabihawks x reader if you don’t mind. You have amazing writing and you have written some amazing poly! I don’t care if it’s sfw and/or nsfw, it’s totally up to you. I honestly kinda wanted to see how hawks and Shigaraki got along in a poly relationship and how they interacted with each other because I can imagine how Dabi and hawks get along or dabi and shigaraki but hawks and Shigaraki would have a odd relationship, y’know. Sorry if this is odd and you don’t know what I’m talking about and I just want you to know that I absolutely love your work. You’re the first person I check everyday when I get on tumblr. 😘

Awwwww!!! You are so sweet, thank you so much!!! Yeah this makes a lot of sense, for the demon au especially I’ve been trying to work on showing off the dynamic between Hawks and Shig. I hope headcanons are okay!

| SFW

- Before you enter the mix, Dabi is really the only holding them together. He started off dating Tomura (who still insists he barely even likes him, usually after they finish making out) and then later Kei joined in. You’re still not sure how it all came to be since you get a different answer depending on who you ask and what mood they’re in.

- Tomura is only a bit tsundere with Dabi and Kei, never you. With you he’s more openly clingy and would never deny how he feels. He wouldn’t say it, but he appreciates you being around whenever Dabi and Keigo make him feel like a third wheel. Keigo has some similar experiences, but he’s just genuinely not bothered whenever Dabi wants to go have some solo time with Tomura. Or you, for that matter. Just isn’t the jealous type.

- They like using you to fuck with each other. If you’re hanging out with Dabi there’s a good chance Keigo will come along and just flat out steal you. Just pick you up and walk off. Because he can. Dabi is fond of teasing Tomura about how much he likes you, despite clearly also liking you. Tomura’s go-to is usually also to steal you, however he likes to get you to come willingly so you’ll blow off whoever you were with to start.

- Keigo and Tomura get along best when teaming up to irritate Dabi. Whether it’s playing keep away with you, hiding his stuff, distracting him when he’s trying to brood and do Dabi stuff, they really enjoy the power of their combined effects on him.

- The three of them teaming up to irritate you is what really gets them cooperating. They’re all gremlins, they steal your clothes to force you into skirts with no panties, they move your stuff around so you have to ask them for help, and that’s without getting into how often they fight over you, although that’s not so much to annoy you.

- Dabi developed a little habit of calling you, Tomura, and Kei his sluts and now he does it no matter who’s around and it’s really embarrassing but he absolutely does not care.

- While most of the time it’s Dabi and you holding Tomura and Keigo together, it’s not uncommon to find just the two of them off by themselves bonding over a common interest or even occasionally making out.

- They each have their own rooms, but you don’t. You bounce between theirs and your stuff is always scattered around. Yes, it’s annoying. No, they won’t let you have your own room. The four of you typically end up sharing one bed anyway, although the room itself changes.

- They’re not shy about the relationship, so it’s fairly often you get teased (albeit lovingly) about having three boyfriends. Toga really likes trying to force you to pick a favorite.

- Everyone thinks it’s creepy. Everyone. But Kei started calling you their “little girl” and just never stopped.

- They don’t really do PDA between themselves aside from the odd hand holding or rare peck on the cheek, but when it comes to you all bets are off. You’re constantly perched in someone’s lap or holding a hand or having your clothes fixed by someone else. To everyone else it mostly looks like they toss you around.

- Sometimes they’ll take you on dates, switching between doing them one on one or with the whole group. It’s hard to get Tomura to go out, though, since he prefers stay at home dates. When he��s not feeling it you’ll usually end up in a blanket fort eating takeout all together.

- One time. one. time. some stranger muttered “slut” under his breath when he saw you walking along in public with them. Dabi charred his ass so fast the other two were pissed at him for not being able to get a hit in.

- Despite all of them being gremlins, they really love you and will 10/10 go out of their way to make sure you know that. Literally anything upsets you and the immediate response is “Tell me why you’re not happy and I will kill it.”

- Most of their more genuine affections are shown in little things they do. Keigo likes to get you guys things, especially snacks he knows you like since he can go in public freely. Dabi is constantly fixing your clothes and hair and making sure everyone’s comfortable. Tomura always touches you softly (outside of the bedroom), always brushing his fingers along your cheeks or resting his head on your shoulder, etc. He’s also the most likely to casually touch the others in public.

- When it’s cold everyone piles up on Dabi and he pretends he hates it, but you always catch him smiling when he thinks no one’s looking.

- Kei loves using his feathers to tease everyone, slipping them under clothes before you can stop them or making them flit around your face. It’s annoying but his laugh is so cute you can’t even be mad at him.

- Tomura’s face always lights up before he can stop it when one of you comes to play videogames with him. He’s really bad at hiding how excited and happy it makes him.

- Since you’re the only girl and they’re kind of sexist, they treat you a lot softer than they treat each other. Doesn’t matter how strong you are, they’ll always think you’re weaker and they need to protect you. It might not seem like it when they’re teasing the hell out of you or tying you up or spanking you, but they go way easier on you than they would on each other in the same situation.

- Literally any sign from you that you’re seriously upset or overwhelmed? Done. No more. Only soft affection and very mild teasing for the week.

| NSFW

- The first time Kei joined in while Dabi and Tomura were fucking, he didn’t even participate. He just watched like a fucking creep. Still does that occasionally.

- They all have relatively high drives and absolutely no shame between each other, so it’s pretty often you’re just casually getting fucked in one of their rooms while another sits on the couch beside you and watches TV. May or may not comment on it.

- Sometimes they’ll make bets about you. See who can get you to cum the fastest one week or try testing how long it takes for you to come to them when they don’t initiate it and which one you pick. How much cum they can stuff you with and plug up before it starts leaking out. And so on.

- It’s very different if it’s just one of them, or if it’s two and which two, etc.

- Dabi likes to manhandle you. He takes his time, makes you wait and beg and then just completely destroys you for hours on end. After, he sits back with a cigarette and lets you cling to him while he strokes you and tells you you did a good job. It pleases him when you’re so fucked out you can’t form full sentences, and he’ll tease you for it for days.

- Keigo is similar in that he likes to tease, but he’s also sadistic. He’ll make you cum on his tongue and fingers until you’re begging him to stop and then he’ll force at least two more orgasms out of you on his dick. Afterwards he watches you twitch and leak his spunk for a minute before giving you god-tier aftercare. Runs a bath, gets you some water, etc. Once you’re clean he encourages you to take a nap, but it’s usually an excuse for him to take a nap because he’s also worn out but trying to hide it.

- Tomura gets too excited to tease for very long, but that’s only directly before the sex. He’ll have his hand shoved in your panties just toying with you for hours while he absently scrolls on his phone. Sometimes he’ll have you get yourself ready where he can see, only to completely ignore you until you let him know he can start. Once he’s going, though, he’s done with all that. He’s drooling, panting, flushed, pounding you into next week. He alternates between kissing you and spitting in your mouth because he’s too wound up to just pick a mood most of the time.

- That’s not to say you don’t have lots of times where it’s intimate and loving, but that’s not really the usual.

- The Dabi/Tomura combination is the more nasty of the three. Kei isn’t opposed to doing stuff to make you squirm when he’s in the mood but Dabi and Tomura l i v e for that shit. They’re almost nightmarish together, 100% okay with piss, impact play, period stuff, all things anal, etc. Of course you’re their girlfriend and they love you so they’re not about to do something that has you screaming or crying for real, but if you’re at least mostly okay with it and they’re confident it’s not breaking you, they’ll do pretty much anything. Anything to get you teary-eyed, begging them to stop, etc. as long as you’re not saying the safeword. For aftercare they’re very gentle and soft as they clean you up and put you to bed. Doesn’t matter what time of day it happened, they’re putting you in bed and snuggling you until you get at least an hour of sleep. When you wake up they’ll get you something to eat and make sure they didn’t hurt you beyond the usual cuts, bruises, and assorted mild scorching.

- Dabi and Kei usually go for more of a good cop/bad cop sort of arrangement. Doesn’t seem so bad until you figure out they switch the roles without any indication of having done that. It’s like they have a sixth sense for it or something. You’ll be crying and clinging to Keigo since he’s been nice so far only for him to bend you over his knee and spank you raw for it; meanwhile Dabi has gone from smacking you around and spewing filth to cooing and stroking your face. Their aftercare is mostly praise, they’ll tell you you did well and make sure you’re okay mentally since some of the stuff they say can get pretty intense. They’ll get you cleaned up and make sure you eat and drink water, and they’ll cuddle as long as you want and won’t go anywhere even if you fall asleep.

- Tomura and Keigo are the most interesting mix. It’s not often that it happens, but when it does they work surprisingly well together. Their different types of degeneracy and patience seem to blur together into a lethal combination that’ll have you getting whiplash from how they toss you back and forth. They’re not usually both participating at the same time; someone has to hold the camera, after all. Aftercare usually consists of a shower, snacks, and either you napping on their laps while they game together or joining in if they didn’t rock your shit too hard. On days when they’ve done this, you’ll notice the two of them interacting more and occasionally taking some time to be alone together…

- When it’s all of them you’re fucking in for it. Depending on the mood it can vary wildly, but for the most part it’s just a complete mass of writhing limbs and moans. You’re tired ten minutes in, more of the focus is on you than anything, you’re forced to cum over and over again, they each cum in or on you at least twice, and when it’s all said and done you’re covered in sweat, cum, possibly blood, and three sweaty, spent bodies. Usually after they have to peel your limp, half-conscious body off the bed and carry you to the bath. They’ll take great care of you, not that you’ll really remember it in your sorry state, and when you wake up the next day they’re more doting than usual. They’ll tease a little about how you’re sore and still just a little out of it, but that doesn’t mean they’re not checking on you and being extra attentive.

- The times when it’s all of you together but in a more romantic way, it’s like being surrounded by pure love. Everyone’s kissing, you’re all tangled together, it’s just really soft and intimate. Doesn’t last as long, but it’s insanely sweet and gooey. When finished, there’s lots of soft caring/cleaning up/cuddling for a while but it doesn’t have the same insane recovery time as usual. After everyone’s taken care of, the guys like to try pretending everything is normal, but it’s obvious they’re more clingy than usual. Definitely all sleeping together in a pile on nights like that.

- Sometimes one will join in just for aftercare. Kei enjoys seeing you a fucked-out little mess, so he’s always happy to help if it means he can see you destroyed for a minute first. Dabi likes the feeling of being needed and being able to care for someone, so he’ll help, especially cleaning you up and getting you dressed. Tomura loves the way you cling after, and likes to cuddle and nap, so he’ll come in late to the aftercare just for that.

[mcyt-peach]

fresh plumage

·˚ * summary: when the one person avian!quackity let himself trust is taken from him, he has no one else to turn to, no one but you

·˚ * pairing: c!quackity x gn!reader

·˚ * warnings: character death (not quackity or reader)

·˚ * word count: 1.4 k

·˚ * genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff?

·˚ * note: part 2 of pin feathers

Create no emotional attachments to anything. Everything gets destroyed.

Charlie had told you this on one of his many visits following your meeting after Quackity’s molt. More specifically he had told you this while getting fat green tears all over your freshly cleaned carpet.

Apparently Quackity had been training him to take over Las Nevadas. Charlie absolutely refused to tell you why he would ever need to take over the country and what Quackity was planning that could leave his pride and joy in the green boy’s hands.

Whenever Charlie would visit he would be sure to tell you the things you had learned. The lessons were worrying, they sounded an awful lot like the things Quackity would say before he left you to build Las Nevadas.

You found yourself worrying about these rules more and more as the days went on. The rain was pelting against the window panes and you tried to hush your thoughts by baking a pie. Only halfway through the whole process had you realized this was Quackity’s recipe.

You remember when he had taught it to you, on a day when everything was still grand and sunny. When he regaled you with tales of his mother scolding him for sneaking slices before dinner and put pepper flakes in the filling when he didn’t have his way.

You should be more used to hearing knocking on your door by now, with Charlie visiting so often. Still, it was unusually late for one of his visits, and the weather was quite harsh for a walk to your hidden home.

“Charlie if you’re all swollen up from the rain you’re not coming in. I told you if you keep making tracks in my house you’re paying for a new...” You can’t help the way the sentence stops when you open to door.

Quackity is standing on the doorstep. He can’t seem to look at you but there’s a strange shudder in his breath that says it all.

Your body moves to the side without you knowing, instinct to comfort and heal taking over. His boots sound even heavier with the amount of rain they hold. They’re ruining your carpet, soaking it and staining it with mud.

For a second neither of you move, too afraid to explain or speak or cry. Maybe you imagined it but you could’ve sworn he met your eyes before looking back down at the ground.

You don’t know if you catch your breath or let it go buy your feet seem to muster up the courage to bring your body to your room. Quackity stands still for a moment, before deciding to follow you through the small cottage.

You open a chest in your room and take out a pair of pants and a plain T-shirt that once belonged to him. You’re not sure if you should be embarrassed or sad that you still know where they are.

You remember when he had first left. When you clung to these pieces of fabric, held them on dark nights and tried to imagine his breathing next to you.

Quackity has the decency to keep him eyes down when you hand him the clothes, still soft and clean. When you pass him to leave the room you try not to stare at the way his thumbs brush the cotton.

When he emerges from the room, he’s holding his boot instead of wearing them, and carrying his wet clothes in the other hand. You can see his eyes widen at the sight of the mud he tracked in, like he hadn’t known about it when he entered. It’s not hard to imagine the kind of daze he must’ve been in earlier, the glaze in his eyes and shallow breathing made it more than evident.

He finds you at the fireplace, stoking the flames and heating up the small living room. He sits next to you straightening out his clothes to dry. Once he’s done he only stares at the fire. The towel you left out for him sits abandoned to the side.

You try not to make your movements too harsh, slowly shifting to sit behind him, lifting the towel in a smooth moment. You’re distantly aware that this was the situation you two found yourself in months ago. You suppose you should be glad he came to you first, but none of the pain is visible on his body, and that’s what worries you the most.

His hair’s dripping onto his shirt, creating a pattern of droplets on the fabric. As gently as you could you swiped the towel against the hair at the nape of his neck. You steadily move the towel up his scalp, reaching as much of his hair without pushing off the soaked beanie he has chosen to keep on.

He reaches his hand up, and for a moment you’re afraid he’ll push you away again, fall back into himself and leave. But his hand pushes its way into his hair, and slips to beanie off his head, resting it next to his other drying clothes.

Here he was, bearing himself to you, for the first time in ages, and all you can do is dry his hair. You thought you had healed, thought you had gotten past the stage of silent resignation, but you can’t find a single word to say.

Maybe you can’t say anything but you hope he can feel the care in the way you towel his hair dry. You hope he can sense the tenderness you hold in this moment.

Maybe you shouldn’t have risked it, maybe you should’ve kept your distance. But maybe the Gods were listening as you said your silent prayer, because when you raised the towel to his wings, he leaned into your hands.

“Charlie’s dead. Purpled killed him.” His voice is so quiet when he finally speaks, low and a bit cracked from disuse.

You want to move. To grab him and hold him tight, but you wait.

He turns to face you and you want to cry. You had expected silence, a stone face clone of your Quackity. But he held so much pain in his face, his scar pulled tight from the stretch of his frown.

You do move. You grab him and hold him close and maybe you should fuss over your shirt shoulder growing wet, but all you can do is hold him. You try to keep your breathing steady but his is so ragged you can't help but mirror it.

His hands are fisted in your shirt and he’s heaving in air while you cradle the back of his head. The 2 of you can only cry. Over Charlie, over the life you missed, over the life you wish you still had.

“I can’t anymore Y/n, I can’t.” He’s begging between breaths. “I can’t keep losing people. I just want to rest, I just want to go home.”

“Shh Q, it’s ok Q, you’re here. Please just breath for me.” You’re rubbing the space between the base of his wings and you thank the heavens he doesn’t pull away. He only shuffles himself farther into your hold.

You remember the last time you held him like this. When you both woke up in a bed clearly missing 2 people. When you comforted him until you woke up in a bed alone.

But he’s here. He’s holding onto you like you’ll disappear and you feel like you might. What does this mean, what will happen, you finally let go and here he was again.

Later in the night, when you’ve managed to coax Quackity to lay down and rest you realize he knows you too well.

“Please stay.” He must’ve known you were planning to sleep on the couch. “I know it won’t fix everything but I’m sorry.”

You let him lift the sheets and pull you to lay next to him. You let yourself look at his soft features.

Tomorrow you will wake up. Maybe he won’t be next to you. But if he is, you will creep around the house quietly and finish baking the pie and sit at the worn table and eat breakfast with him.

For now you are contented to lay beside him. To listen to his breath get slower until he falls asleep. To trace his scar in your mind, or with your fingers if you feel brave enough. For now you will rest. The both of you.

[writing-on-the-wahl]

Writing Snippet #16: Songbird

Part 2

So @im-a-wonderling had a fantastic plot idea... and I added wings.

(Collaborating with her on this one was so fun! I don’t normally write angst so it was new for me and she was an incredible help/inspiration!)

TW: blood, implied violence, general angst

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Villain leaned back against the stark white wall. In fact, aside from his own dark blue attire, everything in the hallway of cells was white: the floors, ceilings, doors, even the metal bars were painted white.

Supervillain had always preferred things nice and clean and white.

Not the best color choice for the dungeon of a brutal supervillain. Villain wondered how they cleaned away the bloodstains.

Supervillain’s minions had been courteous enough when they brought him in, not that he’d been able to put up much of a fight after a sniper shot him with a power suppressor mixed with a sedative. He’d been barely conscious when they dragged him into this cell and left him alone.

That had been hours ago, and he still couldn’t feel his powers. Not the most ideal scenario. Especially considering the reason he was here.

Supervillain’s missing device. Her masterpiece. Prize of her collection. Peak of her creative genius. First of its kind.

And only, Villain thought smugly. He and Hero had stolen the device last week. And Supervillain was notoriously paranoid about her technology being stolen and never wrote anything down. She might be able to recreate the device, but it would take a few years.

He didn’t know how Supervillain knew he’d been involved. She was sure to demand the return of her invention, which was, unfortunately, currently in a thousand pieces at the bottom of the ocean.

Villain had anticipated a double cross from Hero, had thought the Hero Agency would insist on saving and using a machine that could duplicate superpowers and create new heroes, but Hero had been just as determined as he was to see the machine destroyed.

Personally, he knew what would happen if Supervillain managed to duplicate his powers, knew the destruction she would leave in her wake.

He wasn’t exactly sure why Hero had been equally as passionate, but he hadn’t been able to resist grinning at her enthusiastic smashing. He could have destroyed the device with a flick of his fingers, but watching her take a sledgehammer to the metal had stirred something in his chest. Admiration turning towards something warmer.

The door at the far end of the hall banged open, and two guards burst into the room, dragging a limp form between them.

Villain’s heart skidded to a stop.

The figure in the middle was small and slim, with oversized wings that dragged on the ground as the guards carried her forward.

Villain would know those wings anywhere: a blue so light it was nearly white, with feathered tips that looked as though they’d been dipped in the midnight sky.

Hero.

Villain stiffened, hands curling into fists.

They drew closer, and his breath caught.

There was blood dripping from a wound on Hero’s temple; the fair skin of her face and arms was already beginning to bruise.

The guards hauled her past, and his nails bit into the flesh of his palms at the sight of her wings, one wing hanging at a horribly wrong angle as it dragged on the ground behind her, spatters of red dotting the light feathers.

Fury pounded in his chest as his eyes stayed fixed on her mangled wing. If his powers were working, the entire prison would have been obliterated.

Hero didn’t stir as the guards threw her into the cell next to his.

His heart stuttered as logic warred with panic.

They wouldn’t lock her up unless she was alive...

Right?

Villain gripped the edge of the hard metal cot, the sharp corners digging into his palms as the guards strode by.

He offered a sardonic raise of the eyebrow as they glanced his way. One of the henchmen paused.

“The boss will be by soon to release you. She was given new information that revealed the true thief of her device.” His eyes cut to Hero.

Villain hummed disapprovingly as he leaned back, though every muscle was tensed, ready to spring. “I told Supervillain I was innocent of her allegations.”

Henchman blanched at the threat of retribution in his tone. “Yes yes. Hero confessed to everything.”

Villain closed his eyes briefly. Even though he had been the one to approach her. His idea. His plan. His fault.

And now here was his beautiful songbird, bleeding on the cell floor.

Villain studied Hero, taking in every bruise and cut and drop of blood.

His face was an icy mask as he faced the guard. “Yes. I can see that.”

The guard had the audacity to smile. “Oh, no. She told us the moment we brought her in. Yelled about how it had been her and her alone who took the device.”

Had she done it to protect him?

The guard waved a hand carelessly at Hero’s crumpled form. “That’s what happened when she told the boss she’d destroyed it.”

He was laughing as he walked away.

The henchmen were beneath him. At least, that was what Villain told himself as they continued down the hall. It was the only thing that kept him from murdering the two lackeys through the bars of the cell.

He couldn’t afford to reveal his connection to Hero. Couldn’t reveal how much he cared. Not yet.

As soon as their backs were turned, he studied Hero. She was on the ground, injured wing partially beneath her. Her other wing had fallen across her body when they dumped her to the ground, and he couldn’t tell if she was breathing.

He reached for his powers to rip the prison walls apart— to get to her—but that part of him was still numb.

His own breaths came in fast as his mind spiraled. He watched the blood dripping from the cut on her head, dark red spilling on the bright white floor.

Please be alive.

Please.

When the door clicked shut and they were finally alone, Villain dared speak.

“Hero.” He hissed. “Hero!”

She didn’t stir.

Villain thought that he could see the movement of breath, but that could just be the A/C ruffling her soft feathers.

He found himself holding his breath, waiting for hers.

The next moments were agony.

Lightheaded, he closed his eyes and took a large gulp of air.

When he opened them again, Hero was watching him, eyes wide, pupils dilated.

“Hero!”

She dropped her gaze, arms trembling as she struggled to push up out of the tangle of her wings, whimpering as the movement jarred her broken wing.

Villain ached to plug his ears, to block out each tiny heart-wrenching sound of pain, but he had no right.

Every mark on her was his fault.

Had they captured her after they brought him in? If he had confessed…

“Hero, they said you told them...” he trailed off as she deliberately twisted away and flared her wings to block him from view. A cry of pain accompanied this action, and her shoulders curled inward as they began to shake.

Villain slid to his knees, fingers uselessly clutching the bars between them.

“Hero! Are you ok? Please, talk to—”

He cut off abruptly as the far door burst open once more, and he forced his voice to go cold as he rose to his feet, praying Hero would understand.

“...nothing more than you deserve you filthy—”

“Ah Villain!”

The cheerful voice fanned the rage burning in his chest, and he didn’t try to hide it as he stepped towards the front of the cell.

“Supervillain.”

“Now, now, Villain.” She laughed as she straightened the cuffs of her fresh white lab coat, but she still had blood under her fingernails.

White hot fury ripped through him. It took every ounce of self control he possessed to school his features as she continued.

“I know you’re a little upset at my bringing you here.”

He growled.

“But as you can see, I’ve caught the true perpetrator, and I’ve come to offer my sincerest apologies.” She cocked her head and offered a smile filled with false cheer.

“And compensation for the inconvenience, I assume.”

She frowned briefly, then nodded. “Of course, of course. What is it you want?”

He offered her a sharp smile. “Let’s just say I’ll collect what you owe me later.” In blood.

Villain was the one powerless and behind bars, but Supervillain was the one who stepped back.

A guard approached at her signal, a pair of shackles in hand.

“Just a precaution,” Supervillain explained, “until you are off my base.”

Villain kept his protests to himself as he extended his hands through the bars and allowed them to be cuffed together.

He reminded himself that even with his hands unbound, there was no way he would be able to free Hero without his powers, trapped as they were at the center of Supervillain’s base, surrounded by hundreds of her people.

He filled his voice with bored curiosity. “What will you do with the thief?”

Supervillain smiled. “I had a canary once. Made a marvelous little pet.”

The memory of Hero soaring through the clouds, winds extended, glorious and free, flashed through his mind, and his stomach churned at the thought of her in a swinging cage, wings folded in, trapped and alone.

The cell door swung open, and Villain cast one last look at Hero, who now met his gaze with glassy-eyed terror. It was a look that would haunt him all the way back to his lair, where he would immediately send for Sidekick and make plans for a rescue against the most secure base in the country.

“Naughty thing kept trying to escape though.” Supervillain slammed the empty cell door shut for emphasis.

As Villain followed a guard down the hall, Supervillain’s bright voice echoed behind him, words that froze his heart and shattered his careful mask of composure:

“Had to clip its wings.”

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*** full credit to @im-a-wonderling for the line, “And here was his beautiful songbird, bleeding on the cell floor.” The queen of beautiful tragedy, everyone.***

[slowpoke-fics]

Hidden Hunter

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Summary: Crowley is your best friend, has been for years and taught you a lot of what you know. However, you aren't associated with the boys.

Warnings: mention of injury and stitches, slow burn, hint at death, I could be missing some, I am not perfect please read at your own risk

A/N: I loved this fic, I hope you guys do too! Oh! And a favor I ask of you. The more I write the more I worry about warnings. If you ever see anything I write not have a warning it should, please tell me.

You pulled into your motel, harshly parking your car and storming into your room. Muttering to yourself as you slid your shirt off, door barely slamming shut, "Stupid motherfuckers couldn't just listen. Couldn't just-" you let out a guttural scream, "I tried. I tried." You shook your head, unbuttoning your pants as you heard Crowley behind you, "Hello, Mouse." You slipped your pants off, turning to look at Crowley, not missing the way his eyes studied the curves of your body. "Hey, Crowley."

Crowley took in your ragged and bloody appearance. Dried blood scattered throughout your hair, on your arms, tiny nicks and cuts over your body with a nasty gash on your torso. Crowley's eyebrows raised and he spoke as you went into the bathroom turning on the shower, "I guess they didn't take the deal?" You poked your head out of the bathroom, glaring at him, "No, they didn't captain obvious." Crowley laughed, sitting on the bed as you took a quick shower.

You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to get the blood out without stretching too far so you didn't irritate the gash on your stomach. You stepped out of the shower, washing all of the grime off of you made you feel a little better. "I hate hunting," you muttered to Crowley as you walked out of the bathroom, hair draped over your neck and a towel wrapped tightly around you. "Would you please get me a pair of shorts, a tank top and a pair of underwear out of my bag?" Crowley smiled at you, already on his way to your bag, "Of course, love."

You stood there looking at Crowley as he ruffled through your bag. His suit clinging to all the right spots, curling around his biceps, tight around his thighs, unfortunately his ass covered by the length of his jacket, shoes nicely completing his look.

You'd met Crowley a few years back, when he was a lowly cross roads demon. You went to make a deal, planning to exchange your soul for the ability to track supernatural creatures so you could save them. Crowley took an interest in why you wanted to do such things. Realizing that you were a hunter that wanted to stop the deaths before they happen was important to you. Stop the needless death of humans and monsters alike.

You'd become close to him, allowing him to teach you the ways of the natural witch. After about a year you had learned enough that Crowley needed to come up with some other reason to stick around. So he started to offer his help with no strings attached as he took a liking to his little mouse. The hunter who only hunted those who hunt.

Crowley handed you the clothing, politely turning around before you dropped your towel. You slid your underwear on, groaning as you did so, causing Crowley too start to turn around. He stopped himself, asking permission first, "Let me help, yeah mouse?" You giggled, covering your boobs and huffing, "Yeah okay."

Crowley turned around, helping you step into the shorts and pulling them up, he handed you the towel to properly cover yourself on his way up. What a gentleman, you thought as he went over to your bag, digging out the emergency kit. "Lay, you need stitches," Crowley pointed to bed. You grumbled, he knew you didn't like stitches, "It's not even that bad, it's fine." Crowley glared at you, "Love, if you don't stitch that it's gonna take months to heal and likely get infected."

You laughed, laying down, "I could always just use a spell." Crowley shook his head, his playfulness with his best friend suddenly gone, "We've discussed that Y/n, it's not the kind of magic you want too mess around with." You put his hand on his arm, as he wet the rag he had with alcohol, in an attempt to comfort him, "I was just kidding, I know."

Crowley started cleaning the gash, making sure that you had gotten all the debris out. You hissed at him, you could see how curious he was, but you'd made a rule that he doesn't press hard unless it's bad. "So," you croaked out as he started stitching you, "what'd you do today?" Crowley smiled at you, secretly bashing you because if you'd just listen to him and find partners it wouldn't be like this.

"Well, I saw moose and squirrel-" You lifted your head, excited, "Sam and Dean?" He nodded, "Yes the royal pains in my ass. They were having trouble tracking some witch-" You giggled, "I could've helped them instead." Crowley tries to hide his genuine concern by joking, "Oh no doll, I don't think we'll be doing that." You furrowed your brows, "I still think we'd make a good team."

"Mouse, I don't ask for much," Crowley sighed, "if you want partners, I can find plenty of hunters that are not Winchesters." Crowley put gauze over your stitches, carefully pressing tape to hold them in place. You sat up, Crowley turning around to let you slip your tank top on, "Decent," he turned back around, "what is your problem? I never like other people enough to let them join me, but when I hear about someone you say no?"

Crowley sighed, "They're dangerous people, Y/n. I've told you I don't want you near them." You stared at him, "I just don't understand, you always tell me they're dangerous and I can't go near them but nothing else!" You stood up, starting to pace. "They're-huff-" Crowley looked away from you, closing his eyes tightly as they flashed with anger, "they'll do nothing but destroy you." With that Crowley was gone. You were used to your arguments ending like that, even your conversations. He would get called away and come back when he wasn't busy and that was fine, but you were going to look into the Winchesters while you had the chance.

You pulled out a map of the United States, channeling through your pendulum Crowley had hand made for you. You smiled, looking at the chain on one end a sharp pointed crystal rested, on the there a tiny little metal mouse, identifying it as yours, the only one on the planet like it. You took a deep breath, circling the crystal over the map focusing your energy on the image of the Winchester brothers. After a few minutes of scrying and finding nothing you decided to leave it for now, starting to pack up your things you began thinking about what was so bad about the Winchester brothers. Why did Crowley want you to stay away?

You didn't really know much about them aside from the little Crowley'd told you because you didn't really associate with other hunters. At the end of the day, you hated most of them. Hunters in general were crass, and you hated that. You are a ray of sunshine trying to preserve life and most hunters see something not human and kill it. That didn't sit right with you.

You thought about the things you did know about the brothers. They had been in this life their whole life. Had lost both parents, almost ended the world a couples times, saved it just as much if not more. Only really had each other, but Crowley had mentioned an angel on their shoulder-Castiel I believe? What did you even know about him?

"I don't believe I know you?" Your entire body went cold, turning as fast as you can to aim a gun in between his eyes. "That will do little damage to me," he spoke flatly. "I beg to differ, these here special made bullets to put your ass in back in hell, so tell me? What're you doing here?" The man is staring at you, confusion in his brows, arms by the edges of his trench coat, pants and shirt tidy, but not perfect, "I am Castiel, an angel of the lord. You called to me." Before you could even think of a response, Crowley was standing next to you. Eyes holding fear, not ager, he speaks lowly, a whisper under his breath.

"What have you done little mouse?"

You lowered your gun, not sure if it was because it wouldn't do damage or because you felt safe with Crowley there. "I didn't call to anybody," you stare at Castiel, eyes boring into his as he speaks. "I beg to differ, I felt you, heard you, you seem to also need dealings with the Winchesters?" He looked to Crowley who he'd just seen not hours ago, "I am slightly concerned with Crowley being here." Crowley scoffed, "I haven't tried anything on the musketeers in years, I've been nothing but a friend and Y/n here was too curious for her own good." He growled out the end looking directly towards you, causing a rush guilt for going behind Crowleys back.

"I didn't mean to take you away from the Winchesters-" "You did not. I am a man of many abilities, helping people is one of them. At least allow me to heal you." You backed away as he stepped forward, "I am not going to hurt you." Crowley put his hand on your arm, trying to reassure you, "Well do it then Feathers, but uh-" Castiel healed you, you felt warmth, pain dissolving from your body, "can we keep her to ourselves?" Your eyes raised at Crowley, appalled by his gumption to hide you.

"Excuse me?" You jerked away from Crowley, Castiel raising his eyebrows at you. "Is that what you would like Y/n?" You looked at Crowley, his face a mix of anger and concern. "Can we? I promise I won't bother you." Castiel smiles at you, secretly reading you, "You wouldn't be a bother but I understand. I am happy to have healed you." Castiel was gone, Crowley already starting to pick your bags up. "We're gone now mouse."

He grabbed you, whisking you away. You looked around, taking in the room you were standing in. It was clearly an apartment, a nicer than you'd ever known anyone to have. You looked around, a sleek kitchen area, the bathroom door opened from the living room, the couch took up most of the living room, a nice coffee table in front of it but pressed to the wall.

"Crowley where are we?" He was glaring at you, a sour look on his face, "A safe house, I hoped we'd never have to use it." You shook your head, "Okay, but where? What about my car?" He shuffled on his feet, "In a few days when I know Castiel didn't spill the beans about you I will take you back to it." Crowley chuckled a little, but not answering as he reached out your bags for you to take. You huffed, taking your bags from him, and then he disappeared.

You walked over to the refrigerator, to your surprise it was stocked. Demons don't need to eat, you thought to yourself, a little confused and trying to figure out where you were, you moved to the window. You looked out and you couldn't have been but three stories up, but no markers as to your city or state. The bathroom was also stocked shampoo, conditioner, soap, toilet paper, toothbrush and toothpaste?

Crowley reappeared, holding the rest of your things and your gun. You took it from him, anger over your features. "Crowley, are we in someone's apartment right now? You know how I feel about how you taking over peoples lives!" Crowley scoffed at you, "You know I respect you too much to violate your beliefs like that!" You rolled your eyes, tucking your gun behind your waistband, "Then who's apartment is this?"

Crowley made his was over to the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of liquor he conveniently knew where to find, "Technically yours. Like I said it's a safe house." You tapped the counter, letting him know you wanted a glass as you sat down, "Gonna have to do better than that." He poured your glass first, shrugging he started, "I pay for it, it's under a fake name, it's warded so you can't be found, do we need to get into logistics?" You downed your glass, picking up the bottle and filling up again, "You brought me here after I met Castiel, that's not exactly safe house worthy." Crowley shook his head, sipping on his own glass, "Yes it is cricket, yet it is." Your blood started to boil, you stood from your chair, seething with anger, you spit, "Crowley, if you don't stop acting like-"

"Like what? Like someone who wants to keep you alive?" You flinched at Crowleys words, waiting for him to continue, "Everyone that they're around dies, Y/n, dies. Hunter funeral, pile of ash, dies. Everyone but them; they will destroy you." You scoffed, "I'm pretty good at keeping myself alive thank you." He raises his eyebrows, smirking a bit, "Do you forget how we met mouse?" Your eyes connected with his, glaring, still seething with anger, "I was desperate not dead, there's a difference. Crowley, they can't be doing more damage than me hunting on my own. Maybe I could be a voice of reason-" Crowley slammed his glass down, grabbing the counter with both hands, "No! I don't know why you even want to know them!"

You studied Crowley, jealousy now seeping from him. Then it clicked. It clicked that you two were a bunch of shy kids. Bouncing around each other like you were fifteen for years now. Each thinking the other was uninterested, each thinking that you didn't deserve one another. Crowley rightfully so for a while, the things he did outside of you could be classified as horrendous, but your ray of sunshine had spread to him. Bringing out all of the good parts that once was Fergus Roderick MacLeod, reminding him of who he could be. You reminded him how to love, how to hold someone higher than yourself. Reminded him of what it's like to protect someone other than yourself, to need to.

"Crowley," you walked around the table and placed your hand on his, "please just tell me what's going on." Crowley didn't hesitate, he turned to you pressing his lips into yours. It took you a second to realize what was happening, and then you melted. You moved your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, his stubble tickling you. Crowley tangled his fingers in your hair, taking a deep breath as he readjusted to meet your lips, tongue skirting your bottom lip before nibbling on it. You gasped at the action, the sound taking Crowley by surprise as he continued to glide across your lips, not missing the warm blush on your face.

Crowley was first to pull away, sliding his hand out of your hair and tucking it behind your ear, resting his hand there, he whispered, "I can't lose you." You planted a chaste kiss on his lips, smiling at him reassuringly, "You won't." He softened a little bit, sighing heavily before returning his lips to yours. Soft and gentle, savoring the moment as he tugged you closer to him with his arm around your waist. You pulled just an inch away, Crowleys eyes opening and making contact with yours, "Does this mean I get to meet the Winchesters?" Crowley growled at you, quickly lifting you by your thighs causing your to wrap your legs around him, "Absolutely not."

[lis-likes-fics]

A Witch's Luck | Chapter 18

"If you're stalling," Victoria began.

Y/N shook her head. It was almost time for them to go. Tomorrow, the newborns would be facing the Cullens. "I'm not. Putting the spell in progress takes a while. It will be done in...maybe four hours?" She told her.

Victoria growled, "You have three. Get it done."

"I can't do three, Victoria," she tried.

"You can and you will or you'll be missing an arm," she warned.

Y/N sighed and closed her eyes to get to the spell. She peered up at the crow cleaning his feathers next to her. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

She focused on putting the ingredients together. The crow went last. She'd be working for an hour and a half with the ingredients. The spoken spell part took forever because she would need to talk with the ancestors for permission to complete spell. It was going to take longer without her familiar.

When everything was put together carefully, she sighed and turned to the crow. She held her hands out, "Come here."

The crow hopped into her hands and cawed quietly. Y/N wiped at her tear and told it, "I'm sorry."

The crow tilted its head and she closed her eyes, snapping its neck quickly. A broken cry came from her as she did it. She let out a shaky breath and got rid of her tears. She couldn't have them for the next part of the spell.

She cut into a small part of the crow and dripped it into the bowl, making sure the get the right amount of blood in the bowl.

"Y/N?"

That wasn't Jasper's voice.

Y/N perked up a little and went through the link, "Freya?"

The fox replied, "Are you performing the spell?"

"I am," Y/N said.

The familiar didn't answer. A moment later, she was standing in front of Y/N, though it was just an illusion, it was all she needed.

Y/N smiled at her familiar, "Freya." She had to be quiet, she couldn't risk Victoria hearing her.

Freya sat down and smiled a fox smile, "Channel my magic."

Y/N smiled and thanked her. She took in a breath, then blew it out slowly. She did this a few times to build up a suitable breath pattern.

She closed her eyes and started chanting the spell, pulling the magic from her memory before she finally started saying it on impulse. Magic flashed behind her eyelids and she was overtaken by it.

She opened her eyes again, now standing in a dark area with five witches and three warlocks around her.

The head of the ancestral witches spoke, "Mother Y/N Y/L/N, member of the French Quarter Coven and leader of the Forks Coven."

Technically, they were right about the 'mother' part - and that's without Althea in mind. When you become the head of a coven, it doesn't matter your age, you are automatically the mother or father of the coven and it becomes part of your title.

So Y/N was Mother Y/N.

She nodded, "Grandmothers, Grandfathers." It was respect and manners that said the ancestors would be named 'Grandmother' and 'Grandfather' if they are passed on and leaders in their life.

They nodded to them and one of the warlocks asked, "Why have you come to see us?"

Y/N took in a breath and spoke, "I have been taken captive by the vampire Victoria. I've been in captivity for...a few weeks now. My mate and coven killed hers because she was threatening us. As her revenge, she tortured me and wants me to perform a necromancy spell to bring her mate from the dead."

"You mean to perform a necromancy spell for the enemy?"

"Have you lost your mind, young witch?"

"That will not happen!"

Y/N spoke quickly, "I don't mean to go through with her plan. I said she wants me to, not that I would."

"So you came to us hoping we would take care of it?" The head with asked.

Y/N shook her head, "No, Grandmother. I came to ask permission to complete the spell to destroy her. I mean to kill Victoria."

"You could do that with a snap of your fingers. Why come to us?" A warlock asked.

"Because my magic is running low. I'm having to channel my familiar, the vixen Freya, to perform the spell. I can't use as much power as I would like to and I need to be able to stall so she doesn't know I'm lying to her. I could end up dead and my coven can't handle that right now," Y/N spoke.

The witches exchanged a glance, trying to figure out what to do.

Y/N moved to her knees, kneeling in front of them, "I come to ask permission to complete my spell. We kill her and her newborn army-"

"Newborn army?"

"Yes, she and her false mate have created an army to destroy my coven. If we kill the army, it leaves just her and we've faced her before, it's difficult. She hold the gift of self-preservation. My coven will be destroying their army tomorrow, I need to take care of her. With this spell, I can do that."

Y/N inhaled and grabbed her arm. Freya appeared next to her, "Victoria is back."

Y/N hadn't realized how long they'd been in here. Time passes differently with the ancestors. "Please, I need it now, or she'll kill me and my family. I have a daughter, I can leave her."

The witches sighed and joined hands. They gave her the permission she needed as they changed the spell. Y/N was forced back out of her head and back to the room where Victoria had her fingers digging in her arm.

Y/N screamed but fought through the pain, finishing the spell. A bright flashed pushed Victoria away and the spell was bound to a small object. It looked like an ornament, it was plan in design but it had the color of bloody red.

Y/N caught her breath, glancing at the familiar visible to only her in a silent thank you. Freya reluctantly nodded and disappeared.

Y/N looked at the ornament and picked it up, "Break this over the snow tomorrow when you're ready. It will release the spell and James will live again."

Victoria snatched the ornament and a smile came to her lips. She glanced at Y/N and left quickly, reveling in her victory as she stared at the ornament.

Y/N looked at her arm and flicked her wrist, stopping the bleeding so she didn't pass out. She leaned her head against the wall and allowed herself a few minutes of rest before cleaning up.

-

Later on that day, Jasper visited to make sure Y/N was alright. He heard word from Freya that she performed the spell.

"Y/N? Y/N, are you there?" He called, searching for the link. He would be heading out to the Rendezvous spot with his family soon. He needed to check on her first.

He'd have a better grasp on her at the point, though. It was close to where she was being held.

"Jasper, are you okay?" She asked, her voice relieved and happy to hear him.

He sighed, "Y/N. Yeah, I'm okay. Are you? Are you hurt?"

She let out a breathy, humorless laugh, "Define hurt."

He bowed his head and sat down against a tree, "We'll come for you tomorrow. You'll be safe at home again."

Y/N nodded, "Just...be careful."

He nodded as well, taking in a breath, "You, too. We'll be there soon. Don't worry."

"I love you, Jasper," she told him gently.

"I love you, too, darlin'," he replied. Y/N hesitated before stopping the link.

She was hurt. Victoria had decided to punish her a little for taking so long to do the spell. But she was a little more merciful since she did have the spell.

Y/N was sitting here with busted up legs and arms, she had claw marks and a broken arm - though she was pretty sure it was shattered. She wasn't allowed to heal it, or she'd be worse off.

It hurt to move, so she just sat there.

Sometimes being a witch sucked. Being thrown around, tortured, hunted, and slaughtered.

Just a witch's luck.

It did have it good parts, though.

There was the magic, the family, the friends. Being a witch wasn't all bad, it was sad some witches didn't even get to live the life. Whether it was being killed or not able to perform magic at all through fear of being killed, some witches didn't live the life.

Being a witch was hard. It was painful, sorrowful, regretful. It was filled with distrust, hate, and fear.

But it had it's love and friendship - and hope. That was something they needed, it was something she had.

Hope was frail, but it was hard to break. Y/N knew that and she would need it.

-

Victoria kicked her leg, waking Y/N up quickly. She winced at the pain in her body, she was sore and bleeding again.

"Come on, time to go," Victoria said, making her stand as she roughly pulling her to her feet. Y/N winced and whimpered at the pain.

Victoria walked out of the room, making Y/N follow her. She ordered the newborns not to attack her.

She made her use a spell so she'd be able to travel with them. They were going by water.

The trip was long, restless, and painful. The snow had come and it was cold now, too. She was in immense pain and the newborns were dying to sink their teeth in her.

After a few hours, they arrived. Y/N was in pain from the trip, but that didn't stop Victoria. She dropped her off somewhere and sternly told her to stay.

It's not like she would be moving, she didn't know if she could anymore.

Victoria and the newborns left her, close enough for the newborns to know if she tried to escape, but still having her hidden away from the others.

The Cullens and witches, with the exception of Edward, Bella, and Charlie, stand ready in the field for the army. They listened silently, Alice watching her vision closely.

After a moment, the whole newborn army blitzed out of the woods and into the field. They could see the frenzy in their eyes along with their rabid thirst as they followed the scent of Bella's blood. But the scent trail ended there. The newborns looked around, confused.

Suddenly something bolted from the trees with lightning speed and tackled a newborn. The other newborns spun to find a lethal-looking Jasper in a crouch beside his victim's body.

They rushed at Jasper but three of them go down, tackled by Esme, Rosalie, Carlisle, Emmett and Alice. Out of nowhere lunged Sam in his wolf form, flanked by two wolves. They tore a newborn to pieces and four other wolves dove into the fray.

A couple newborns came up behind an unsuspecting wolf, meaning to pull a sneak attack.

They were interrupted as their heads were sliced from their bodies with a blade made with water. The wolf turned around to see Eileen, standing there with a slight pant.

The wolf nodded to her and she nodded back, getting back into the fight.

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Hello! I love your writing and I may have a prompt, if it strikes your fancy. I'm aware it might not be entirely lore-friendly a request, but I love relationship shenanigans in Obey Me, so I got to ask: how do you think Luci, Diavolo, Satan and Beel would help their anxious SO adjust when MC begins demonstrating mad prowess in witchcraft right after they first spend the night together? Sex, power and pacts seem to go hand-in-hand in related media, but no one really planned for it in their case!

Awww thankie and sorry for the long wait! I’m glad you like my writing! I hope you like this! It gave me big thirst lmaooo

Lucifer

Mmmm you smell of him in the morning. He positively oozes from your every pore. Rich and spicy, like amber and freshly turned earth.

Good. Let it be known to all that you were claimed. Thoroughly.

He put his daily routine on hold for you this morning. He was weak to your pouting.

He’ll stay in bed for a little bit to indulge you. But duty calls and work waits for no demon

Neither of you really pay attention to how hard you are clinging to him when he tries to extract himself to get dressed

You both just kind of chalk it up to neither of you want to part

The day goes on as usual for him, meetings, paperwork, meetings, punishing Mammon, meetings

But the whole time something was nagging at him. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. He just felt like he forgot something important

But that’s impossible-

The wall explodes out behind him cutting Lucifer off mid-sentence. The rubble and great ball of flames miss him and Diavolo by mere inches only because of the latter’s quick reflexes. “Are you alright my friend?” Diavolo asks golden eyes alight with surprise. Lucifer could feel the prince’s defensive magic prickling his skin in response to the pungent magic wafting out of the hole.

“Of course-” Lucifer steps back, straightening his jacket’s lapels, the near-miss ruffles his feathers. Both men step closer to the hole. His hackles raise.  The power emanating from the crater was far too familiar. Someone dares to use his magical signatures without permission.  Snarling into the abyss he marches forward. He ignores Diavolo’s calls to wait and strides through the hole. His wings flare up from his back along with his temper. He walks through each wave of magic that washes over him. With each destroyed wall he steps through more and more of his demonic form comes forth till he is more beast than man. Strolling through the final hole he stops. His red eyes sweep across the scene in front of him. As the seconds' tick by his mood morphs from rage to shock, then to a sense of blinding pride.  

“Well-” He crosses his arms and smirks. He turns his gaze to the epicenter of the damage.

“Luci, I am so so sorry.” You mutter aghast behind your fingers. “I-I don’t know what happened.” You were never the best student in any of the practical classes. The teachers made exceptions for you and your lack of magical prowess. In this class, the teacher always paired you up with Solomon or Luke so they could help you prepare the necessary spells and runes. But you felt so different today, stronger and sharper. Damn near unstoppable even. Just the thought of someone else doing your work made something deep inside you seethe. You didn’t need help, you’ve seen and heard the incantations a thousand times before- it wouldn’t hurt to try…Well, let’s rephrase that, it didn’t hurt you to try.

The classroom was totaled. Dust, rubble, and burning pages all float around you like a post-apocalyptic snowstorm. Soot from your uncontrolled spell blacked your clothes and skin, next to you Solomon stands rigid in shock white brows disappearing into his hairline. Quietly you lick your thumb and forefinger and put out the small blue flame singeing his bangs. “Thanks.” He spits out around a mouthful of ash and grit.

Lucifer coughs to draw all eyes back to him. He takes inventory of the room, making sure all the other students scattered about were still breathing. Satisfied he beckons to you with a finger. “Come.” You jump into motion, scrambling up and over the rubble to grab his outstretched hand.

“Lucifer.” He cuts you off.

“Not here,” He smiles warmly rubbing at some soot staining the tip of your nose. “Come let’s get you cleaned up.”

_____________

“Should I be worried?” You ask, stepping out of Lucifer’s private showers wrapped in one of his sinfully soft towels. “I’m not going to blow stuff up on a whim now, right?” You plop down on his bedroom’s couch. Lucifer hums noncommittally by his liquor cabinet.

“I doubt it. How do you feel?” He takes a seat beside you handing you a glass and grabbing your legs to drape them over his. You take a swig from the glass, the heat of the liquor getting rid of the lingering shock from class. How did you feel?

Your bones hum with some unknown energy and there was a fire coursing through your veins. “I feel like I could take on the world. Like I dominate half of the Devildom.” Lucifer’s smile was nothing short of smug.

“Good.” He sips his drink.

“Good?” You lean forward expectantly.

Lucifer strokes your cheek coming in to inhale your fresh scent. The commingling of his and your own was beyond arousing. “There is more than one way to seal and strengthen a pact, my beloved.” He pulls you into a chastened kiss, feeling your cheeks heat with a dawning realization of what he meant. “You have now given yourself to me in both body and soul. The- bonus perks were inevitable.” He parts from you, reaching for his glass.

“Will it go away?” You honestly didn’t know if you could handle any more curveballs down here.

Lucifer laughs swirling the dredges of his drink before downing it in one go. “Ideally no- but over time if it isn’t reinforced it will weaken and disappear on its own.”

“Reinforced?” The heat of your drink seems to dip lower down your body. Your demon scoffs giving you a knowing look.

He drags you onto his lap. “Are you truly satisfied with just a night with me αγαπούλα μου?” A gloved finger tugs at the hem of your towel. “If I had my way I would keep you full and drunk on my power for all eternity.” He captures you in a searing kiss draping you over the cushions of his couch, his eyes turning predatory. “Do not worry about the side effects.” He purrs caging you in. “We have all the time in the world to get you accustomed to them.”

Diavolo

He knew. This bitch knew before he ever got you in his bed-chamber. Just think of the entertainment value~

So when he sweeps you up into his quarters for the night day weekend, he just forgets to mention it to you

He is curious about how his magic will affect a human of celestial descent. Will it show up all at once? Or over a long period of time? He hopes that your blood doesn’t cancel out his claim on you

He watches you like a hawk for a while- and nothing…

Hmm. Perhaps it just didn’t take the first time? No matter, try-try-try again as the saying goes. He certainly doesn’t see you complaining

But as the week passes he slowly puts it on his backburner as his work begins to pile up again

You on the other hand are having a time. One day you are fine and dandy and the next you can read and write in languages you’ve never even heard of.

Then you started seeing some frankly crazy shit. Had the ghost at the house always been this active?

The last straw for you was accidentally freezing half of the house’s rose garden with a sneeze. To say you are panicked is an understatement

Frazzled you run to the only mage you could (kinda) trust

“It’s not funny!” You hiss frantically staring bewildered at your friend. Your look of panic just makes him laugh harder. “Stop seriously Solomon! Gods, what did I do?” You scrub at your face hard. If you made yet another freaking pact with a demon you were going to lose it. Seven idiots were enough for several lifetimes.

Solomon howls at this, drawing curious and rude looks from the surrounding tables of the tea house. You swat at his shoulder hissing like a cat. “Sorry- sorry” He hiccups. “Your turn of phrase was just so fitting.” He collects himself by taking a sip of his tea. “Tell me, what have you been doing of late?” He smirks around the rim of his cup.

You squint at him not getting it. His keen eyes drift down to land on the garden of purple and blue bruises littering your neck. You slap a hand over your hickeys. He smiles leaning over conspiratorially. “What’s it like to sleep with a God? The perks are amazing no?”  

You shook your head. “I-what perks?”

“Oh~ Loverboy didn’t warn you of certain side-effects?” The mage leans back in his chair. He was going to have a great time today. ___________

Unbelievable. You march up the walkway to the palace, your mind absolutely reeling. Did he know about this? Of course, he did-how could he not! Did he just forget? No- Diavolo was many things, smart, cunning, conniving, but never forgetful. You knew him well and knew he had to be on the lookout for “side effects” as Solomon put it.

Fine, two can play at this game.

“Ah! Mio Giglio! How are you?” Dia glances up from his mountainous amount of paperwork when you throw open his office door. He rises in one fluid motion to scoop you up in a tight hug. Now that you know what to look for, you hone into the way he holds you. His large hands run down your back and sides possessively, he clings to you rubbing his bulking frame on you like a cat marking you. He leans in close to rub the bridge of his strong nose up and down your clavicle and neck. You feel his hot breath on your skin when he exhales. How had you not noticed this?

“Good, and you?” You smile into the fabric of his shirt. Carefully you wrap your arms around his solid waist. You hug him lightly so as to not give away your little surprise.

“Better with you here.” He chuckles stepping back to return to his desk. You follow closely behind waiting for the perfect time to strike. “What have you been up to?” He asks innocently, going to sit back down. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.”

You hum nonchalantly coming up behind him to rub at his tense shoulders. “Nothing much.” He nods closing his eyes as your fingers dig into sore muscles. “Usual school week, made some new friends...Went shopping with Asmo and Luke this morning. Bought you some treats, hidden from Barbatos of course.” You drop a quick peck on his cheek. Diavolo smiles sinking lower into his chair. He hopped it was something with lemon or orange, they were in season now. Barbatos had been on the warpath with his sugar and carb intake of late. “Then I had tea with Solomon and he filled me in on some very interesting facts.” You kiss his hairline.

“Mmmm?”

You pull away from his warmth to come around to straddle his lap while he is distracted. He jerks at your sudden weight on his lap but relaxes almost immediately. He opens a golden eye, not even realizing he had closed them. Your demeanor shifts when his gaze is fully set on you, all sweet innocence gone. A cheshire grin spreads across your face. “Funny you should ask if I’m feeling ok. I have been feeling a bit off of late.”

Diavolo tenses. “Are you well?” He tries to reach for you, his arms coming off the armrests of his desk chair. You strike like a viper, your small hands wrap and lock around his thick wrists pinning them to the chair. His eyes bulge in shock. You watch coyly as his biceps bulge under his clothes. He tries to break free for a few minutes before settling back. “I see-”

Leaning in you brush your lips across his ears, heart racing with excitement. “You forgot to mention quite a few things, Dia.” The low purr he emits shakes both of you.

“My apologies.” He admits. “You know I love a good show. Shame I missed it.” He throws you a rogue smile. “Forgive me?”

You slide closer until you rested chest to chest, legs wrapping around his to pin him down further. His purr drops down an octave. Locking eyes with him you remove a hand from his wrist daring him to move. He doesn’t. You move slowly and deliberately resting your hand on his strong neck. His reaction was instantaneous. His pupils dilate, and the gold of his irises turn molten. You start to feel his magic seep out, you match it, giddy with excitement that you could. “Only if you work for it.” You smirk.

Diavolo nods readily, licking at his dry lips in anticipation. He was more than ready to atone.

Satan

He is a good noodle and has the decency to tell you what will happen beforehand

It’s only polite to give you a heads up before he breaks your headboard

You both are curious about how it will affect you. He at least is excited to teach you some practical magic

Plus the idea of you pranking Lucifer with magic? Sublime.

He smells it blossoming under your skin while you sleep.

It’s sharp and minty with a smoky finish. Then the power hits him like a brick to the face. He is in awe.

It’s like an electrifying feedback loop that just energizes and excites him and you feel it too. He’ll lose himself in you and your body again, hyped up on the headiness of it all.

Once he has *cough* cleared his head *cough* he takes you out to try out your newly found powers. He has so many things he wants to teach you.

Satan kneels beside you nodding his head in approval at your chalk markings. Your lines weren’t exactly steady, he could see how your hand shook as you copied his paperwork but you followed it dutifully. He finds your nervousness adorable as if he would let anything bad happen to you. At his go-ahead, you get to your feet. Turning your palms down towards your summoning circle you recite your spell and watch in amazement as your runes glow bright green underneath you. In a flash of blinding lights and smoke, you sense the pull of the creature emerging from your rune work. Delighted you look down at your handy work.

“Congratulations my darling, exceptionally done.” He grins proudly from his perch by his bookshelf.

You bend down and pick up the little critter. “What is it?” It looked like a blob of flan but firmer. Its squishy form shivers in your palm when you poked it. Its body giving way under your gentle poke. It was dark green but lightened to an electric green at its base. It was surprisingly warm.

You feel Satan coming up behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder. “It looks to be a lesser familiar, not bad for your first time summoning ever.” The jelly wiggles at his praise even though you couldn’t find any discernible features on its smooth little body. You turn it this way and that in your hand, even though it didn’t have eyes you could sense it was sizing you up to.

“What can it do?” You raise a brow at your companion. His arms circle your waist, his grin turning mischievous.

“Let's find out.”

________

Your lungs burn, each breath coming hard and sharp while you run. The sound of your pounding feet was swallowed up by the rush of foot traffic around you. Satan drags you behind him ushering you both around the throng of students. “Quickly!” He looks over his shoulder and flashes you a brilliant smile. “The further away from his office we are the less likely he could blame us.”

You laugh breathlessly along with him.

________

“What Belphie say?” You lean onto Satan’s shoulder to peek at his phone. The two of you sit, crowding in on each other's space underneath a desk in one of the unused classrooms.

“It’s glorious. Everything is covered. He says it looks like magic won’t remove it either!” He cackles showing you his screen. Belphie sent him a selfie. He is grinning devilishly from ear to ear throwing you both a peace sign through the screen. In the background, you could clearly see a very irate Lucifer. His face was red with fury and his clothes covered in green goo. His office was wrecked. Your little jelly did a number on it, you hadn’t expected it to expand as large as it did. Your familiar popping on the edge of Lucifer’s desk wasn’t intended either, but totally worth it. “Think you can summon another?” Satan asks, darkening his screen. You shake your head, whatever power you had earlier today had been drained after your little stunt.

Satan nods in understanding. “Shame- imagine what one of your jellies could do to Diavolo’s office.”

“Satan-”

He chuckles wrapping an arm around your back. He plants a loud kiss onto your forehead. “Alright-alright. Perhaps after a bit of a rest and recharge?”

You poke his leg playfully and laugh. “If you wanted to have sex again you could just ask.”  

He dips low and kisses you. “Well then- if you are up for another round of delinquency…”

Beelzebub

Sweet baby didn’t know-

Well, he knew about it. Lucifer had given everyone “the talk” about it a couple of millennia ago.

He never really thought about it before you because he didn’t sleep with humans often (Him so big, human so smol if he isn’t paying attention it could be...bad)

So when you drag him into your room he just doesn’t think about it. You are both so oblivious

He doesn’t think about the shift in your scent, your kisses were just as sweet as always. If there was a peppery aftertaste to your kiss he chalks it up to something you had for breakfast

He doesn’t think anything of it when you practically drag him from your bed to shower together before school

He doesn’t think about it when at lunch your appetite starts to rival his

He starts to think about it during P.E. when your dodge ball puts a demon down for the rest of class

He definitely notices when you pin him down to steal his sandwich during your picnic date

Now he’s freaking out, whether it's because you are showing inhuman strength or the fact that you stole his food who knows

You nab yet another one of his sandwiches and start munching away with a hum of happiness. “Hey, babe.” He rumbles beneath you. “You feeling alright?” He wraps his large hands around your waist. Your weight was warm and comfortable over his prone form. He had whisked you away for an afternoon picnic, something to spend more time with you alone. After last night he craved being around you more than anything. He had packed enough food for him in mind. But it looks like it wouldn’t be enough. Odd. Beel rests his head back on the thick blanket protecting you both from the slightly damp grass underneath.

“Hmm?” You swallow down a mouthful of ruben. “Yeah! Famished though.” You lean back on his strong hip and swipe your finger around your mouth to brush off some crumbs. You reach for the other half of his sandwich to devour but pauses when you catch Beel’s kicked puppy look. With a huff of amusement, you offer the other half to him letting him chomp down with a fanged smile in thanks.

He chews in silence, watching you pick up a bowl of fresh fruit. Hmmm… He runs his rough palms up and down your thighs and hips ignoring your squirming and giggles when he runs over the thin skin of your sides. He squeezes you lightly. Huh- Your muscles were firmer than this morning, now that he was looking closer he could see that your frame was a bit sturdier too. Still his perfectly lovable and squishy human but more solid around the edges. In a last-ditch effort to figure out what has changed, he reaches out for his pact mark.

He jerks forward, upsetting your position on his lap, causing you to tumble backward, fruit flying everywhere. “Beel!” You shriek. He shushes you, squeezing your cheeks between warm hands.

“I forgot.”

“You forgot?” You repeat. “What dessert? I’m pretty sure the fruit was part of it...but I mean. If you want grassy cantaloupe it’s all yours.” You eye the remains of the seasonal fruit laying around you and then at the basket. You were pretty sure you saw some pastries at the bottom of it too.

“We had sex.” He blurts out bluntly, and quite loudly.

Your face heats. “Yes, thank you for the reminder.” You push him off sitting up on your elbows. “Please, why don’t you yell it out for all the wildlife to hear too.”

Beelzebub shakes his head groaning. “No-I forgot to warn you about our pact.”

Ahh-oh. You eye him wearily. If he was stressing you were stressing, it wasn’t like him to get so bent out of shape. “Ok-is it, like bad?”  What were you going to die? That would be a big thing to just forget. “How about you fill me in big guy.” You listen enraptured while he jerkily explains how you have strengthened your bond exponentially without even realizing it. Magic, super strength, the appetite, all because you jumped his bones.

Nice.

It sounded so cool- but then overwhelming all at the same time. Was it permanent? What if you lost control and actually hurt someone for real.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it-I just. You felt so good.” He wilts. “I should have been more careful- this is the first time I’ve done this.”

“Beel-”

“I swear.” He bulldozes over you. “I didn’t mean to keep this from you.”

You cut him off, combing your fingers through his hair soothingly. “I believe you, Beel.” You smile reassuringly. “It’s not like it’s gonna hurt me...right?”  He thinks about it for a minute then grunts, shaking his head. You grin brighter stretching out your arms. “And I get some cool powers right?”

He nods again. “For a bit yes.”

You get up off the ground excitedly. “Right then! You’ll show me the ropes right? I’ve never done anything magical before!” You look at your palms as if fire or sparks were going to fly out of them. Beel rises to his feet too.

“You sure? I doubt I will be as good of a mentor as Lucifer or even Belphie.” He looks around the large grove of trees and sprawling grassy acreage around you both. You both were far away from the populated areas of the mountain pass and town. He could practice with you freely and without worrying about damaging anything important. “Not the date I promised, but if you really want me to show you some stuff…” He offers you a shy smile. He did have a few cool tricks he could show you. You nod already rolling up your sleeves. Well- if this was what you really wanted then he would be glad to show you.