#meet the king of awkward conversations

[lqveharrington]

Lucky King? | L.M.

summary: Lucifer takes pride in everything he has, especially his wife.

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x wife!reader

includes: fluff, lucifer being a sweet and attentive husband and father, suggestiveness, possessiveness, that’s pretty much it (let me know if i missed any!)

a/n: okay but like, i am on serious hazbin brain rot, i have written more for HH than any other fandom so far.

Being the embodiment of pride meant that Lucifer constantly flaunted everything to his fellow sins and his people. And being the King of Hell meant he had a lot to brag about. Especially his family. God, Lucifer loved his family and would do anything to talk about them in every conversation.

An overlord meeting about movie productions on VoxFlix? Add romantic comedies, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite. Speaking with Beelzebub about her different alcoholic beverages? Make sure to make mojitos, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite.

He took pride in who he married and who his daughter was. After all, they were the royal family of Hell.

“Mom, I think it’s as tight as it can go— MOM!” Charlie’s eyes flashed red as she squealed, grabbing your arm.

“Sorry!” You tilt your head back as you let a laugh fall from your lips. “I thought you said—“

“No no no no noooo!” She turned around, eyes wide. “I think I’m good.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” You kiss her cheek and adjust her crown.

Charlie beamed at you and traded places with you. “My turn!”

You hum as she tightens the corset around you, eyes flickering up toward the mirror when you hear the door creak open. “Hey, handsome.”

“Hi, my love.” He pressed a kiss to your hand and then one to Charlie’s forehead. “Hi, apple pie.” He watched his daughter tug on the strings attached to the corset, moving forward when it seemed like you were going to fall from the platform. “Charlie, what are you doing to your mother?”

“Pulling her corset tight—“ She grunted as she held the string in place, tying the back. “There.” You gave her a thumbs up as she finished, watching her glow at your silent praise.

“Gorgeous as always.” Lucifer stole you from your platform, the devil’s tail wrapping around your waist.

“You know? Vaggie is probably looking for me! I should leave…” Charlie let out an awkward laugh and fled for the door. “Text me when you need me for the entrance!”

Lucifer dipped you down, chuckling when you let out a noise of surprise. “You look breathtaking, my love. Maybe we should just skip the gala and do better activities right here—“

“Lucifer!” You lightly smack his chest, face flushed from his words. “You horny devil!”

“Says the queen of Hell.” He captured you in a quick kiss, red lipstick staining his lips. “Come on, Charlie can handle it on her own.” He squeezed your hips as you walked over to the vanity with his head resting on your bare shoulder.

You glance at your beloved with a soft look, “Luce, we didn’t coordinate a whole gala just to have our daughter host it herself.” You clip on a pair of earrings, the golden snake and apple shining through the light. “We also didn’t have these outfits made for us just for them to be wasted away on our bedroom floor.”

“I mean…” He nipped on your exposed shoulder, earning a gasp and glare. “They made you a maroon dress with a slit exposing your legs, my love.”

“Because it matches your maroon and black suit.” You turn in his arms and tug at his lapels. “Which I have to admit, kinda does it for me.”

He smirked as he slowly pushed you up against the vanity, “Yeah? Maybe we should ditch.”

“Nope.” Your hands clasped behind his neck, eyes widening when you feel one of his hands trail down to your exposed leg. “Luce…”

“You started this.” He slotted himself between your legs and continuously peppered kisses to your collarbone and neck, softly sucking. “You’re a tease.”

“Lucifer—“ Your protests were cut off with a quiet moan, but you quickly covered your mouth when hearing him chuckle. “Nope, we’re leaving now.”

Lucifer separated from you, a wide grin adorning his face as he scanned you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Let’s go then, my love.”

You raised a brow but didn’t protest, letting him wrap his arm around your waist to guide you toward the ballroom. You both were quickly accompanied by your daughter as you made your way to the landing of the grand stairway.

The lights flashed off and the spotlight projected on the Morningstar family, the crowd’s voice hushed when spotting the monarchy. Lucifer gave a welcoming speech to the sinners, overlords, and sins who attended, making sure to mention his family and how they helped make the gala entirely possible. Final rounds of applause echoed through the ballroom as Lucifer finished off, letting everyone go back to their socialization and dancing.

“Mom,” Charlie caught you before you could follow Lucifer to greet his fellow sins. “Did you… Do you know why… You have bruises on your neck.” She finally mumbled out, eyes not meeting yours.

You felt yourself warm from embarrassment. Not only did your daughter tell you that you have hickeys on your neck, but you stood in the blinding lights with an audience staring at the three of you. No doubt photographers caught this and snapped photos for the internet. “Thank you for telling me, baby. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to murder your father.”

“Mom—“

You scanned the room before your gaze zeroed on Lucifer. He was laughing with Asmodeus before meeting your gaze and gave you a wink. Oh, he was going to pay.

“Lucifer.” You appear by his side. You give his fellow sin a quick smile but turn back to the little devil with a scowl. “Can I talk to you?”

“Of course.” He wrapped an arm around your waist. “It was nice catching up with you, Oz.”

You guided Lucifer back to a secluded hallway, eyes flashing bright red when you were alone. Within a blink of an eye, you had Lucifer pinned against the wall with your forearm.

“Do you know how embarrassing it is to know that I went out there with bruises all over my neck? Or, better yet, that our daughter was the one who told me what was on my neck?” You seethed. You were beyond embarrassed and pissed, you’re surprised you haven’t become a full demon yet.

“To be fair, it was more than just your neck—“

“LUCIFER!” You use your free hand to reach up your collarbone. The room felt ten times warmer, and it didn’t help that you felt Lucifer’s devil tail decided to wrap around your calf.

He remained pinned on the wall, giving you a cheeky grin. “This is really hot.”

“Oh, my god!” You release him with a glare. “There’s going to be photos everywhere! What will the public think about—“

“Lucky king?” He shrugged as he let his fingers trail up your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Listen, we’ll get rid of the photos. But is it really a crime to show off what’s mine?”

You grumble a small response, propping your head on his shoulder. “You’re crazy, Luce.”

“I love you too, beautiful.” He chuckled.

The photos never made it outside of Pride Manor, but the teasing you received from the other sins made you flush every time. Lucifer listened to each jeer, a smirk present on his face from the constant reminder that you were in fact his.

Especially when the bruises scattered around you spelled out his initials.

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[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

The Dragon and his Wolf

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!Stark!reader

Warnings: Daemon and his pure Valyrian blood obsession, he is a bit of an ass in the beginning, becomes obsessed after, sassy Stark reader, smut

Summary: Daemon always prided himself with the knowledge of having pure Valyrian blood. The wish of his grandmother changes his views drastically.

Daemon always prided himself with the knowledge of having pure Valyrian blood. He always proclaimed his wife would be the same. A woman of pure Valyrian descendants. Until his grandsire, King Jaehaerys betrothed him to a savage. A woman of the North. A wolf. A Stark. It was the wish of his late grandmother, Queen Alysenne, for one of her grandchildren to be bonded with her beloved North.

He was taken aback. Screaming to not marry her. Claiming he would rather cut off his cock then marry a savage wolf of the North. King Jaehaerys looked at his grandson with anger flowing through him. “You will as I say. Or you will be offered to Castle Black.” His voice boomed through the throne room. Begrudgingly he bowed to his grandsire and king’s demand. Daemon seethed quietly swearing every Valyrian curse word he knew under his breath.

Prince Baelon, Daemon’s father, took his son’s shoulder and escorted him out to the courtyard. He led him to the training grounds and threw him a wooden sword. “Come on. Let’s spar. I haven’t seen you hold a sword in a long time.” He grinned at his younger son.

Daemon scoffed at the training sword. He hadn’t held a training sword in his hands since he was nine years old. Now ten years later he had Dark Sister, his family’s ancestral sword. “These swords are shit, father.” Baelon laughed. “You can’t be so picky when you are on the battlefield surrounded by enemies and you lose your sword. You have to take the nearest sword,” He swung at his son with another training sword. Daemon blocked immediately. “Or you will be dead.”

Baelon smiled proudly as Daemon blocked his blow. “I am proud of you. I hope you know that.” Daemon grinned at his father’s soft words. “I know father.”

Meanwhile in Winterfell resided Daemon’s bride. A quiet, timid thing. Her father wanted to shield her from anything he could but an order from the King was an order. Starks were known to never break an oath.

So she was packed and shipped off to King’s Landing a fortnight after the letter of the king arrived. A carriage ride so long the young Lady Stark wished she could have flown with a dragon.

The first meeting with Prince Daemon was unpleasant, to say the least. He made no attempts to converse as both of them strolled through the gardens. He didn’t even so much as look at the young lady.

Hurt and anger bubbled up inside her chest. Emotions she rarely brought forward. The young Stark stopped in her tracks and turned to her betrothed. “Have I done anything to upset you, Prince Daemon? Given you a reason to be cross with me?” Anger was sparkling in her icy eyes as Daemon looked at her.

He raised an eyebrow but went on. Not answering his betrothed questions. She looked away from him. Her anger brewed quietly as she walked on. The awkward situation going on for hours.

His behaviour towards his betrothed went on even until their wedding. He ignored her, dismissed her, and never listened, to or answered her questions. The young lady felt smaller than she ever had. Which Daemon saw and liked. He wanted to break the savage, young wolf. He heard about the proud Starks of the North. He wanted to break her; show the Starks they gave him the weakest wolf of the pack.

But she knew better. And slowly she turned the tables on her betrothed. Every time Daemon called upon her, she would decline. Saying she wasn’t feeling well or she needed to prepare for the wedding. Sometimes even giving some lazy excuses like attending an afternoon tea with the ladies of the court. Most of the time she lied so she wouldn’t have to face her betrothed. It was a repeating occurrence she would sit in the library in an armchair in a far corner of the impressive room. What she didn’t know was this corner was Daemon’s.

Daemon became frustrated shortly after the third rejection. He couldn’t play with her feelings today. Which frustrated him to no end. Not even the whore in front of him gave him the kick he needed. His mind drifted off to her. He imagined the young Stark being held down by the neck while he drove inside of her.

The woman’s moans became hers. The woman’s begging became hers. Her skin and hair turned into his betrothed’s. Daemon reached his peak faster than ever before. He pulled out, releasing his seed on the woman’s back. As he looked at the woman, he imagined how she would look with his seed on her back. Or how the sight of his spend leaking out of her cunny would look like. He wondered how fertile northern women were to other Westerosi women.

His mind whirled around until it came to a shrieking halt. The she-wolf had entered his mind and made residence there. Tormenting him every waking hour. She began to even plague his dreams. Sometimes he would only dream about her in different scenarios. Like when she smiled softly, a soft blush on your cheeks as she tried to converse with him.

And some nights, he dreamed about their impending wedding night. How she looked up at him, pupils blown mouth open as she softly moaned his name. How she would gasp when he drove into her. How she would cling to him for support. How her back would arch or how she would look on top of him. Riding him.

He woke up after those dreams fairly hard and aching. Yearning to be touched, but not by anyone except his she-wolf.

Lady Stark sat in the library reading when she felt a presence standing in the room. She looked up and saw a bewildered Daemon with a book nearly falling out of his hand. “Something wrong, Prince Daemon?” She softly whispered. Daemon couldn’t answer her right away. He looked at the book and read the title. History of old Valyria. He didn’t know his future lady wife had an interest in history. But then he remembered he didn’t know her at all.

“A history book. Are you interested in a time before us?” He sounded meek which made the corners of her lips quirk. But the young lady didn’t want to be as mean as him. So she indulged in the conversation. “Yes, very much. I find it fascinating to learn from what our ancestors did so we would end up here where we are. Maybe even learn from their mistakes.”

Daemon’s eyes widen. She was young, one and six to be precise. But wiser than some Septons would ever be. More mature than him with his ten and eight. His father often said he was still a boy learning. And his father was right, he was still a boy learning. Learning about his future spouse.

He now saw how immature and juvenile his actions were until now. Drinking until the early morning and blacking out. Indulging in carnal acts with prostitutes. He was once proud of being called Prince of Flea Bottom, the Rouge Prince. But now he wasn’t so sure anymore. He wanted her to be proud of him. He needs the approval of her. In the last few weeks, he became obsessed with his Lady Stark.

“May I sit with you? Mayhaps show you more books on the subject of old Valyria?” She smiled softly making his heart flutter. Seeing he would change. Princess Aemma was right. Daemon could change when a mirror was held in front of him.

The wedding was granted. Nearly every house in Westeros attended. But Daemon ignored them all. He had only eyes for her. His bride, his wolf. He never told her about his nickname for her. Only said it in his head or the safety of his room as he pleasured himself to the image of his wolf.

He was embarrassed by how many times he had to leave their meetings to relieve himself and his aching cock. Only a soft touch from his bride could set him ablaze with desire. He felt slightly embarrassed. Something he wouldn’t like to admit, especially not to the object of his desires and fantasies.

The ceremony was too long for Daemon’s taste. He could have gone only with the cloaking ceremony and the exchange of vows and be done with it but this wedding was also for show. His betrothed looked so otherworldly as she stood in front of him. He could only gaze into her beautiful eyes. He wished he could drown in them.

Before the High Septon was finished declaring them man and wife in front of the attending people and the gods, Daemon already sealed their lips together. It seemed like an innocent kiss, but Daemon’s hunger was laced into it. She could feel it.

At the feast she danced, laughed, drank, and ate with her new husband. They had grown closer over the last weeks. Forming a bond similar to a friendship but not quite. Sharing their love for history and myths as they sat in the library for hours.

Daemon’s eyes never left his wife’s form. He was engrossed by her completely. He never left her side and always had a hand on her body. She liked the attention from him. For once she knew he appreciated her.

The feast was slowly winding to an end. But for Daemon the night only began. He led her to their marital chambers with a firm hand, eager to get his wife alone. To see her out of her dress. Claim her body, claim her as his.

As the door closed, Daemon stood behind her, pulling her to his front. “I have waited for so long to get you alone.” Shivers ran down the young woman’s spine as his smooth voice flew in her ear. Daemon’s hands ran up from her stomach, over her rips and under her boobs.

Her breath hitched. “So responsive, zoklītsos.” Little wolf. His hand wandered further up. He cupped Her breasts softly, squeezing them a bit. She let out a soft moan. Daemon smirked. “Tell me, zoklītsos, are you ready to play with fire?” Her breath came out in shallow breaths. A whine escaped her lips.

His free hand reached for his dagger on his side. He unsheathed it, cutting open the laces of her dress in one swift motion. She gasped loudly as the dress loosened on her body and fell to the floor in a heap. Daemon’s grin widened.

Her arms tried to cover her chest as the fabrics on her body were ripped from her. But Daemon already covered them with his warm, large hands. “Don’t you dare cover yourself?” He whispered hotly into her ear. Biting the shell of her ear. “I want to see it in all its glory.” He mouthed at her neck, biting down harshly. Leaving his mark on her skin.

A small whimper escaped Her lips. Shivers ran up and down her spine. “Iksan vaoreznuni, valzȳrys.” I am sorry, husband. She whispered into his neck. Her lips ghosted over his jaw as she tried to compose herself. “Valyrīha? ao ȳdra daor jorrāelagon naejot seduce nyke dombo.” Valyrian? You don't need to seduce me anymore. He huskily whispered against her temple.

One hand slipped from her breast and trailed down between her legs. He ghosted his fingers over the patch of hair before he softly cupped her mount. “I have imagined this, she-wolf. How you looked. How you sound. All those little whimpers.” He mouthed at her jaw. “But most of the time I imagined your little cunny. All wet and tripping for me. Ready for me to plough you.”

A shuddering breath escaped her lips. “I hope I won’t disappoint you.” Daemon chuckled. “You will not. You will never disappoint, ābrazȳrys.” Wife.

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[beesarekindaswag]

Prompt : The Mean Girls of Wayne Enterprises

Hear me out…. Mean Girls but make it DCxDP.

The public personas that the bats present, modeled after “Brucie” Wayne are the perfect templates for Mean Girls shenanigans.

Imagine : Our favourite ghost boy has decided to venture out into the world after making sure that Amity would be safe and secure (perks of being the recently crowned King). Danny knows he’d never pass the physical tests to be an astronaut but that doesn’t mean he can’t at least achieve part of his space dream. He’d done his research, very thoroughly at that, and overall it was Wayne Enterprises that came out on top. Their aerospace department was miles ahead of the competition - presumably something to do with Bruce Wayne literally being the one funding the Justice League (and if rumour is to be believed, the OG sugar daddy for a certain Bat).

Disregarding Danny’s personal feelings about the JL, the chance to create technology that will be used in SPACE, for space exploration and understanding was too good to pass up.

Just the thought alone filled him with a sense of contentment. Thankyou space obsession.

Which is what had lead to the current situation - an internship at Wayne Enterprises itself. How he landed it, he has no clue - sure, he’s got some smarts (much more than he’ll give himself credit for) but his grades had suffered from his years of literally saving the city (and by extension, the world). Perhaps it was fate? Or more likely, a meddling time god…

Danny wasn’t complaining though.

Only three hours in to the position and he was barely containing his excitement - literally, the fulfillment of his secondary obsession, regardless of how second hand it might be, created such a buzz in his core. He was having to consciously stop his more ghostly attributes from shining through - not even metaphorically shining, damn you LED freckles (yes we’re using the concept of Danny’s ghost from reflecting his love of space - constellation freckles and all)

Now though, he had been released to break in the cafeteria. There was a panicked moment of ‘oh shit, where do I sit?’ But thankfully, his (half) life was saved by one of his new coworkers calling him over with a friendly wave.

“Hey, Daniel, right?”

“I go by Danny but yeah, thanks for the save there” a awkward laugh at his own words, “didn’t expect it to feel like high school all over again”

There’s polite laughter amongst the table and the conversation flows over to casual small talk. At least, it does until out of nowhere, all eyes jump to the doors.

Enter : The Plastics.

Richard Grayson - the dumbest guy you’ll ever meet.

“Once, he asked me why aster isn’t the opposite of disaster”

Timothy Drake - knows everything about everyone.

“That’s why his eyebags are so big - they’re full of secrets”

And the queen bee, Damian Wayne.

“Once he called me an uncultured swine… it was awesome”

(I don’t know what’s better - Damian aged up to match Danny or tiny Damian being Regina)

What follows is a comedic story: Danny meeting the three, them assuming he’s going to be out of touch being from the Midwest (he is but only in the sense that his version of normal is Fenton dumbfuckery) , him eventually getting past their public personas by just not giving a shit for their drama - he grew up with the QUEEN of mean girls, the Wayne boys have nothing on Paulina Sanchez.

Just, Mean girls Waynes… that’s it - that’s the post.

[zeevawyte]

Ok so, this is so far outside my usual stuff it’s insane, but this literally won't leave my brain and I don't know if I have time to write it so-

RadioApple fic idea under the cut:

TW: blood, mentions of cannibalism (it's Alastor, duh), semi-unsafe dom/sub (no actual sex), sub drops

Starts out your normal "stop interfering with my relationship with my daughter & you can have a snack whenever you want" kinda deal, with Alastor taking full advantage of the fact that he's got the most powerful being in hell at his mercy. Dude has a serious power trip the first time, & between that and the taste is hooked immediately.

And of course Luci isn't exactly complaining. Other than the occasional jumpscare via shadow, it hasn't been too bad. Kind of enjoyable actually, not that he'd ever admit that to the demon's face. And it's not like he hasn't been tied up or held down before either.

But then during one of their ‘meetings’ he ends up going into sub space on accident… and it keeps happening.

This wouldn't be a problem except Alastor (for obvious reasons) has literally zero information/knowledge about that sort of thing. And, being the dramatic asshole that he is, enjoys getting the last word and leaving without a backwards glance. Which means he's not there when Luci drops.

Hard.

But it's fine! He's fine! He's the King of Hell, he doesn't need some sinner to help him deal with the consequences of an arrangement he proposed in the first place. He's totally fine on his own.

Except he's not.

He is very much not fine, and it starts to show. It gets so bad that one day Charlie actually asks him if he’s ok mid-conversation.

Enter Angel Dust.

Now, by this point Angel’s like 98% sure the two powerhouses are going at it. Alastor has been in a good mood for months now (coinciding suspiciously with the two of them not being at each other’s throats all the time - at least in public) & he’s seen Luci coming out of a room straightening his coat and hat on one of the upper floors. Not to mention the down-right flirty undertones to any barbs they shoot back and forth.

Husk agrees that something is going on but heavily doubts it’s what Angel thinks.

Determined to prove that he’s right, Angel starts wandering the upper floors or heading up just as Alastor heads down (subtly, he’s not an idiot). Anyway, he’s up there one day being nosy when he hears a crash from one of the rooms. He goes in only to find Lucifer on the floor, having tripped over a side table and knocked over a lamp, disheveled and absolutely shaking.

He recognizes what’s happening almost immediately (fuck you very much Val) and gathers the little king up onto the couch, helping him calm down until he doesn’t look like he’s going to either spontaneously start sobbing or throw up on the rug.

Luci is understandably embarrassed and tries to offer him a favor for his help, but Angel waves him off saying he’s been there & that Luci doesn’t owe him anything.

The next day when Lucifer is off doing something else, Angel grabs Alastor and all but drags him into a side room.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on between you and short king, and frankly it’s none’a my business-”

“No, it isn’t. And if that really is all you wanted to speak with me about-”

“Shut up! I’m not jokin’ alright? I’m bein’ 100% serious. You’re fucking up big time, and I’m pretty sure you don’t even know it. So if you don’t want this whole thing to end in a big fuckin’ mess you need to listen to me.”

Cue a hilariously awkward conversation where an unusually serious Angel explains dom/sub dynamics and the effects/consequences therein to an incredibly-uncomfortable-but-desperately-not-showing-it Alastor.

It ends with something along the lines of

"And look, I don't know if you actually care about the guy or if it’s just about gettin’ your kicks, but honestly? It doesn't matter. You've got your whole gentleman thing right? Openin' doors for the ladies and shit?" *pokes him in the chest* "Well as a gentleman, you've dropped the fuckin' ball. Only self-centered dicks leave their sub to drop alone."

Now if there’s one thing Alastor will not abide, it’s a loss of manners. Being told he’s been unknowingly committing a social faux pas gets under his skin immediately. It itches at him. To the point that his smile almost slips. More than once.

He needs to fix it. As soon as possible.

He’s visibly twitchy the rest of the day.

Husk corners Angel to ask what the hell he said to Al, but only gets a vague, noncommittal answer about letting him know about some information he was missing.

And the next time he and Lucifer have a ‘meeting,’ Alastor stays.

[millylotus]

Secret Son John Constantine

Inspired by @herbatahleb's funny little fanart

As the title says The Everlasting Trio have a child and his name is John “Hellblazer” Constantine

He’s making his parents proud

John was born of a kind of soul blood pact between the three, he got his blonde hair from Sam, his eyes from Tucker, and his overall appearance is a mix of the three of them

John grew up to follow in Tucker & Sam’s footsteps of magic, he’s a born sorcerer unlike them though

His relationship with his parents is generally good, but because of how he treats his soul his relationship with Danny has deteriorated

They argue about this alot, John’s soul is his own and what he does with it really isn’t any of Danny’s business, Danny has the concerned parent vibes of the parent of a sex worker, their fears are founded but they need to trust their kid to know how to take care of themselves

John hates visiting home because of it, Dani will sometimes drag him back home for holidays but he doesn’t stay long

Sam & Tucker try to get them to get along but it isn’t really working

Then one day Danny gets accidentally summoned by the Justice League

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John doesn’t recognize the summoning circle as it buzzes to life, he doesn’t know what type of creature or being will pop out. If they’re good or bad, or even merciful but he knows they’re strong from the intricate design or the circle. So he recklessly jumps forward, pushing Hal out of the binding circle so the Lantern isn’t bound to the summoned being.

John takes the binding with a scream of pain, feeling electricity shoot up his spine.

He can hear the Leaguers shouting his name, he’s vaguely aware of Jordan supporting him. But what he hears clearest was the voice of a man he most despised in the world at the moment.

“Really John? You didn’t have to do that, he would have been fine.”

John closes his eyes tight and breaths deep, he looks up to the voice and looks into the toxic green eyes as they met his own brown ones.

“Good to see you too Father.”

The green eyed being rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, “Yes, hello Son. It’s great to see you again as well.”

The League had only heard a few things about John Constantine’s family. They knew he had three parents who’re polyamouros, that he has an older sister and an aunt. Besides that all they have are silent grumblings about “Father won’t like this” when he does something risky.

But to see a young filipino man probably no older than twenty, floating over John “Hellblazer” Constantine and looking down on him like a disappointed parent. It was jarring.

Wonder Woman was the first to say anything “John, could you perhaps explain what just happened?”

John and his father broke their intense eye contact to look at Diana, who barely flinched at the sudden attention, the others behind her weren’t so fearless.

Constantine sighed carefully stepping away from Hal, “This is my Father.”

Hal snorted, “Yeah we got that man.”

“Yes John, introduce me to your friends here.”

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Danny is generally snarky when meeting the League, he makes some weird comments about John hanging out with superheroes, that could be construed as rude

The others are kinda pestering John about who his dad even is, while John is more focused on getting the fucking bind removed

He eventually has to ask Zatanna for help

Danny for the most part is hanging out with the League while John’s working

Someone calls him Mr.Constantine and Danny quickly corrects them saying that isn’t his last name

Which sparks a whole conversation of John’s last name, which Danny isn’t about to say cause real names have power and such

Danny sees John working closely with Zatanna and asks if he’s with her or not, John is beyond embarrassed and even worse is when Danny brings up King Shark, mentioning that Dani really liked him too

John snarks back that then King Shark should have just gone for her instead of him since Danny was so adamant about King Shark being such a great son-in-law

Things get awkward quick as the two snark back at each other while everyone else realizes where John gets it from

It almost becomes a screaming match before the League has to break it up before they go to far

John ends up just calling Sam & Tucker so they can just break the binding

It’s a tense few minutes before they get there, and the League just kinda has to sit there as father & son fume not looking at each other

When Tucker & Sam get there they see the two not wanting to talk to each other at all

Leaguers are not reeling at seeing John’s other parents who he also vaguely looks like but also not

As the two work on the binding John & Danny are being passive aggressive

The two decide that John & Danny need to spend some time together to get this shit figured out

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Sam : Alright that’s it *Sam & Tucker stop working, Sam has her head in her hands and Tucker is leaning far back* Danny : What? John : I’m sorry? Tucker : You two have been fighting for far to long, you’ve probably forgotten why Danny : I know exactly why, it’s because John doesn’t know how to treat his soul right! John : By The Ancients! You’re still on about that Danny : Of course! Sam : Will you both just SHUT UP! *Silence* Sam : We’re not breaking the binding, you two are going to stay stuck together Danny : Sammy! John : Mama, Papa. Please don’t do this! Tucker : Nuh-uh, this happening, you two are getting a some father-son bonding time for the week! John *distressed*: Why! You can’t just– it’s not fair! *Sam & Tucker loosen up a bit, looking to John softly* Sam : Baby it’s alright, we’re not trying to punish you we just want you & your father to actually talk things through Danny : It feels like your punishing me Tucker : You are his father, you will be the civil one in this so don’t you fucking dare get any lip *Danny goes silent* Sam *sigh* : We’ll be leaving now Tucker : Good look you two The two leave, then silence Danny : Do you still have that demon house of yours? John *sigh* : Yeah I’ll show you a room for your stay

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Most of the story is really just about John & Danny learning to get along again

Danny has to finally trust his kid to know what he’s doing with his own body

And John realising that his dad just wants to keep him safe & stuff

By the end of their basically grounding the two have begun to mend their relationship, Danny promises to come over and visit along with inviting John back home to the zone when he feels like

I've been meaning to post this for awhile now & it's just been sitting in my drafts until I finally remembered it.

Hope you liked is! :]

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love letters and second sons | part 3.

Summary: The princess is finally ready to debut in society. But before she does, she decides to disguise herself and see the true faces of the ton.

Warnings for the Series: light sexism in line with the times, light classism in line with the times, mental health stigma, shitty doctor care, smut, suicide attempt (will get it's own warning when the time comes),

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x princess!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

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A/N: Sorry this part is so short

You stood in the drawing room of Kew, waiting for your mother and father to arrive in just a few minutes. Instead of a huge breakfast in the dining room, you opted for a light tea in a more casual setting. Honestly, you were mildly annoyed. The only thing you wanted to do after people returned from their church services, that they never attended weekly because no one cared about the priest admonishing them, was go to the Featherington house. You were shocked that Colin was calling Marina. But friends didn’t always fall in love.

It wasn’t like Penelope was upset about it. She didn’t even like Colin. But like your mother you wanted to matchmake someone and figured they would have been the easiest couple to form. But you wanted to spy on Colin and Marina under the guise of aiding in chaperoning with Penelope since Lady Featherington was running around between girls and their callers.  

Your thoughts about who to matchmake were interrupted by your parents arriving. You poured tea for them. Breakfast was a bit awkward in a way it had never been before. George and Charlotte were assessing you intently. You got in two bites of bread when the physician entered. Your parents continued their conversation while you were being checked over. The physician made little comments for the nurse to jot down. Overall, you were fine. That seemed to satisfy your mother and father. There was a glint in Charlotte’s eye. 

“The King an— Everyone, out.” 

The room, aside from Brimsley and Reynolds, cleared out. 

“George and I have decided that we’d like to give you an opportunity. There is an opera coming up. Agatha and her friend Violet will be attending. You may come with. You will meet them before the show starts and then we will stay to watch the entire performance. Afterwards, you must go home. No exceptions.” 

“Thank you! Thank you so much! I wo—” 

“Calm yourself. You know getting excited makes your condition worse.” 

You sat back down, trying not to bounce up and down. She was right after all. Being overly excited made you sweaty or a little hot for some reason and being too warm made you start to see things or think strange things. When your parents left, you ran to your wardrobe. 

The dresses needed to be fancy but not too fancy since it was a sit-down event. You picked a yellow dress with short puff sleeves. It ended just above the bottom of your ankle — very stylish for the times. Pairing it with light blue gloves that went past your elbows, you added a light blue skirt piece that made a small train. 

“You look beautiful, Your Highness,” Brimsley said. 

“I have to agree.” Both Pandora and Reynolds looked at each other, shocked they said the same thing at the same time. 

“Thank you. Shall we go? Reynolds, would you like to be dropped at home to see Father?” 

“That would be nice, Your Highness, thank you.” 

“Then let us leave now.” 

You rolled your eyes in the carriage, setting down your copy of Lady Whistledown’s society papers. 

“It is utterly ridiculous. She is a disgraceful woman. I tolerated the gossip but speculating death, wishing death on my father is something I cannot accept nor tolerate. How dare she?” 

Your confidantes agreed with you and shared their own opinions on society and gossip. 

Whispers started to spread throughout the opera house while people still rolled in and music still played. How could it not? The youngest royal child was actually outside. There was no opening for the mouth on this particular mask which meant this was not your introduction. You might speak to a lucky few but there would be no speeches or announcements tonight. People couldn’t hear you from far away with ceramic blocking your mouth. You stuck close to your mother while everyone tried to look at you or talk to you. 

“Lady Bridgerton!” Lady Danbury yelled from across the room. “Do join us.” 

Violet tried to conceal her wide eyes and smile as she grabbed Daphne’s arm before her daughter could walk away from whoever she was trying to avoid. She made eye contact with you. You watched as she rather frantically waved over someone else. 

Anthony — or should you call him the viscount for the evening — began walking towards you, bowing to the Queen before turning his full attention to you. You let him take your hand and give it a kiss. A kiss that you noted was considerably longer by a minimum of five seconds than when he kissed you as Miss Keaton. So it was definitely Violet trying to set up the princess with her son and not the valet with Colin.    

You let Anthony talk your ear off about his responsibilities as the eldest and his horseback riding hobby, notably leaving out the details of riding through the mud and staying out there for hours. He was considerably more boring when trying to impress a woman. Ignoring the whispers that permeated through the room, you tried to focus on your friend. 

You motioned for him to lean in so you could speak into his ear and actually let him hear you rather than sounding muffled, practically silencing the hall. Anthony laughed at the joke you told which caused both of your mothers to turn around. This was the Anthony you liked better. Violet gasped when you placed a hand on her son’s arm — your mother raised her eyebrows as she and Lady Danbury gave you a slight nod of approval. 

“Will you escort me to our box, Viscount Bridgerton?” 

“Please, call me Anthony.” 

“Lord Bridgerton, that is most forward when we don’t know each other.” 

“I was told royals didn’t obey our rules of upper society.” 

The two of you started up the stairs, away from prying eyes, that led up to the Queen’s box. 

“Anthony?” 

“Now we speak of first names.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I will allow you to call me by mine, just this single occasion. Anthony, where are the other Bridgerton siblings? If I remember correctly, you have seven of them? Miss Bridgerton is here but I do not see the others.” 

“Truthfully, they were very bored by the show being put on tonight. We’ve seen it before. I’m merely here to aid my mother and chaperone my sister. Have you seen this show before?” 

“If I have then it was when I was very little.” 

“Well, then please do not let my words discourage your enjoyment of the performance. Here is your stop.” He extended a hand to help you up the short steps into the box. “Y/N, thank you for the flowers from the other day. Truly, they are appreciated.” 

You studied his face for a moment. He really was handsome. His hair didn’t cover as much of his face this evening as it usually did whenever you visited. The stark colors of his black and white attire made his features stand out. 

“I am glad you liked them. Now is where I leave you for the evening, Lord Bridgerton. I shall hope to see you some more once I formally introduce myself to society.” 

“I will look forward to that day. Goodbye… Y/N.” 

“Goodbye, Anthony.” 

Taking your seat, you waited for your mother and her friends to come to the box. The smile on Charlotte’s face grew wider the closer she got to the box. She was going on about Anthony. Obviously, you were going to have many suitors to entertain but a viscount was certainly a very important suitor and only made your prospects have to be better in their courting. 

“Excuse me, I’m going to the privy,” you told your mother when you felt your throat start to tighten up. 

She just gave you a nod. The shadows of the opera house were closing in on you and you couldn’t calm your mind down. You needed to be in a place with more candlelight. You jumped at the sound of several dogs barking from the shadows. There were big creatures. You had never seen them but you could tell from their bark and — when you got too close — how their breath fanned across the top of your head. Hastening your steps to get away, you ran straight into Violet. 

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. “I decided to take a walk after going to the privy and wasn’t watching where I was going.” 

The woman in front of you smiled. “Your Highness, if I may be so bold to ask? Would you like to attend a dinner we are hosting? The Duke of Hastings will be there. I understand that you aren’t yet introduced but it woul—” 

“I shall love to come. Just tell me when.” 

“Saturday evening.” 

“Perfect.” 

Saturday evening couldn’t have come any sooner. You were tired of counting the floor titles in the bathroom and needed to leave. For the sake of your valets, you hadn’t snuck out at all that weel.

You turned to your valets. “I will be back in a few hours.” 

“Please be careful,” Pandora said. 

“I always am.” 

“Not really.” You heard someone mutter inside the carriage. 

Marshall escorted you in. You had to stop yourself from smiling, remembering that he had no clue who you were. It was almost alarming when everyone — including the Duke of Hastings — stood when you entered the dining room. You weren’t sure why you didn't expect it. Perhaps you were already too used to your disguise as Miss Keaton. You gave a slight curtsey. 

“I apologize for being late.” 

“No. You aren’t late at all,” Anthony said as he started to gather his plate. 

You shook your head. “Oh, stay where you are.” 

“But, Your Highness.” 

“I can afford to not be the head of a table for a single night.” You looked around. “I shall sit across from Miss Daphne Bridgerton.” 

“She knows your name!” Hyacinth’s voice rose three octaves. You figured you could make her night by having the princess knowledgeable about the Bridgertons. 

Colin and Benedict scrambled to pull their chairs apart so you could sit in between them. You waved Marshall away, plating your own food. You could feel the silence of the dinner table as you did things the normal way you would at Kew or Buckingham House.

They also might have been preoccupied with your disguise rather than the way you dragged your own spoon through the mashed potatoes. It was natural. Your siblings had told you all about how people would scrutinize the different masks you would wear. They'd try their hardest to get a real glimpse of your face.

The eye holes had sheer coverings on them that made it hard to see your true eye color. And when it came to your mouth. Your maids had taken their painstakingly slow time making sure the makeup covered up an unique qualities around your mouth and changed the shape of your lips to a shape unrecognizable to you at all. Hungry mamas with daughters they'd want to be in your court or sons they'd want to court you are able to sniff out something like the tiniest wrinkle by the bottom of your lip and use that to scout the whole ton until they found you without the mask on.

It happened to Edward countless of times and was the reason for all the rules regarding the masks in the first place. You looked up after cutting your chicken. 

“What were you all talking about before I arrived?” 

“Lady Whistledown,” Eloise cut in before anyone could stop her. 

“Really? Tell me more.” 

“You want to know?” 

“Of course I do. I must know her identity. However I must say I will be having a private word with her about not publishing speculation of my father’s death.” 

“How is he?” 

“Oh, he’s perfectly fine. No matter, though, I need to know every thought you have on our mysterious Lady Whistledown?” 

You enjoyed the bickering between everyone. There wasn’t even a firm thought on what class Whistledown belonged to. In your opinion it had to have been an upper class woman. Only someone like that could have enough time on their hands and still survive day to day needs. You dipped your fork into the potatoes. 

“Viscount Bridgerton, I must say that any correspondence between the royals and the Bridgerton House should be sent to Kew. I stay there now.” 

“Correspondence?” Violet asked, trying to suppress the excitement in her voice. 

“Yes. I shall need to understand the ton more than what I have studied. Don’t bother putting them together. I much prefer to read individual letters. Now, I have engagements already arranged for tomorrow so I must be on my way. However, I would love to attend dinner again. Goodnight, Lady Bridgerton, Viscount, Bridgertons, Your Grace.” 

Anthony stood up from the table. “Let me escort you to your carriage.” 

“That would be much appreciated, Lord Bridgerton.” 

~~

My Dearest Ton and Wonderful United Kingdom, 

I implore you all to remember that gossip, particularly baseless gossip, can be a dangerous thing. While we all are very entertained by Lady Whistledown, remember that you must discover the truth for yourself. I would hate to see lives ruined over entertainment. 

Yours Truly, 

Princess Y/N Hanover

Dear Viscount Bridgerton, 

The dinner at your house was very lovely. Your family seems to be a wonderful group of people. I am sorry for keeping my lady’s maid away for so long. She has been in Ireland, procuring plant seeds and fabrics for me. Please fret no more for she will be back soon. But I do have to say our correspondence might be limited to letters for a majority of our current time. Until I am introduced to society, it is not wise for me to constantly be out. I shall look forward to more times spent with the Bridgertons at a later date. 

Yours Truly, 

Princess Y/N Hanover 

You finished signing the letter, handing it to Pandora to take to the press for copies to be made. Moving an entire printing house from Buckingham to Kew wasn’t exactly quick and easy but your staff had managed to do it in no time at all. For the time being, Kew was entirely self-sufficient. 

“Please take the letters for the Bridgertons to their house after you have visited the press.”  

“Yes, Your Highness.” “Brimsley, what is on the schedule after the physician leaves?” 

“You wanted to ride horses and then prepare a bouquet for the ball tomorrow night to be delivered by one of us.” 

“Yes, thank you. And after that?” 

Reynolds looked at you and then his partner. You had just made the schedule no less than an hour ago. It didn’t seem normal for you to not know. Their eye contact didn’t waiver as they silently communicated to not say a word but just answer all your questions. You got up, moving to your wardrobe to get a petticoat for outside. 

“Ah, yes, Brimsley. Are we preparing the bouquet tonight before or after the physici…an…”

Tears started to well up in your eyes as you realized you had asked the question already. Brimsley and Reynolds were a tad too slow. You were already in the wardrobe, trying to calm yourself down. Every time a sob left your mouth or you begged them not to tell your parents caused some pain in their hearts. Reynolds stopped Pandora from leaving, handing the letters to a different lady-in-waiting. 

You looked up in the dark space when you heard the knocking. It was hard to ignore the dogs in the shadows just waiting to snap at you. But the dark stopped the heavens from coming in. It was always a compromise. And since the heavens confused your mind and blocked your memory, the dogs would have to wait. 

“You can open it.” 

Pandora stuck her head in, trying to prevent too much light from coming in. “You’re stronger than whatever you have, you know? It doesn’t matter. None of it does… Maybe you should show the planets and shadow dogs and other shadow creatures that they cannot control a princess. They do not control you.” 

Reynolds sighed as he said a quick prayer to not be fired. “Maybe going to the ball would show the shadows that they cannot control you.” 

You didn’t really have a choice. Pandora practically pulled you out of the closet and started making plans for tomorrow’s ball, including how to enjoy yourself but stay hidden.

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Season 2 Halloween AU Part Four

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

A very big thank you to @strangersteddierthings for chatting with me today and being such a great sounding board for the next update!

Synopsis: What if Eddie had been at Tina's Halloween Party in Season Two? Featuring Steve!Whump, Stancy Breakup, and Eddie just trying to keep up with all these new revelations about who King-Steve actually is...

***

"So…I have to ask," Eddie blurts out, cutting through the awkward silence that has fallen between them, "how were you gonna pick up your car before you ran into me?"

"I don't think it counts as running into you, if you were waiting for me Munson," Steve side steps the question expertly, flashing him a strange smirk that seems out of place. It falls after a second and twists into something pained.

"I was hoping Nance would take me," Steve says eventually, his voice soft, "which was pretty stupid in hindsight, 'specially cuz she was counting on me to drive her this morning, which--"

Steve cuts himself, snapping his mouth shut with a harsh click of teeth, he shakes his head and lifts his hand to run roughly through his hair.

"Doesn't matter anymore".

Eddie holds his breath, feeling the conversation begin to shift. It's as though he's stepped onto a tightrope and any wrong move could potentially send him over the edge.

He settles for nodding once, turning the key in the ignition.

Steve sighs and lets himself fall back into his seat, "I know you know already, the whole fucking school does, Billy saw to that," Steve gestures to his face, "say what you really want to ask". 

Eddie's fingers tighten around the wheel as he turns them out of the parking lot, fighting the immediate urge to say, 'why did Miss Priss throw it all away?' 

"You think I believe the rumours that come out of that shithole?" Eddie lies, keeping his eyes on the road this time.

He can feel Steve's unimpressed stare as they continue down mainstreet.

"Right, so you had no clue I was in detention?"

Eddie chews the inside of his cheek to fight the sly grin that begins to creep over his face, "Alright smart ass".

He hazards another glance at Steve as they begin to hit the residential area, he looks so different from the night before.

His limbs are loose, tension free, if it weren't for the heavy bags under Steve's eyes and the nervous tap of his fingers on the passenger door, Eddie would think he was finally relaxed.

"I knew a fight definitely happened, it's Hargrove," Eddie says slowly, carefully weighing his words, "but I typically prefer to hear the whole sordid story from the source before I pass any judgements, ya know?" 

Steve doesn't say anything as they continue driving through residential  the houses getting progressively bigger as they go.

"Did you," Steve pauses and breathes out slowly before shaking his head and lifting his face to meet Eddie's gaze, "is that offer for something stronger still open?" 

Eddie smiles, "I think that can be arranged". 

***

Eddie pulls over beside Tina Cline's house, wincing as the right front tire rolls over the curb and bounces the van as it lands on the street once more, startling a snort out of Steve. 

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up Harrington," Eddie huffs as Steve shoots him a grin.

"Didn't say a word," Steve hums, unbuckling himself from the seat. Eddie watches as he opens the door and hops out. For a moment Eddie worries Steve will pull the same disappearing act from last night but he simply stops beside his car door and motions for Eddie to roll down his window. 

Eddie cracks his door open instead, "window's broken, what?" 

Steve rolls his eyes, "whatever Munson, you know the way? It's north on 5th and--"

"Then two more rights, yeah man," Eddie says with a laugh in his voice, "I dropped you off remember?" 

"Fuck off," Steve huffs out, he's grinning though.

Steve swings the Beemer’s door open and slides in. He turns on the ignition and flinches at the loud burst of music from the stereo, the volume obviously set from the mood of the previous night. 

'I want to know what love is, I want you to show me--'

Steve slams his hand against the console, cutting off the song with a harsh crack. 

The van is parked just behind the Beemer so Eddie can't see Steve's face, but his head drops down onto the wheel for just the briefest moment before he slowly lifts it, turns on his signal and pulls away from the curb. 

***

Steve beats him to the house.

He's getting out of the car, which is parked on the long driveway as Eddie pulls up to the street. 

Eddie hops out of the van, hiking his backpack higher up on his shoulders, not bothering to lock it. Who would even want his shitty van among the BMWs and Mercedes parked down this street --hell, Eddie could have sworn he saw a Jag three houses down.

Eddie stops short of the lawn. The Harrington house is so different in the light of day, the strange emptiness that seemed to ooze out of the dark windows the night before has disappeared, leaving an ordinary house in its wake. 

"Well?" Steve calls out as he pulls a pair of keys from his back pocket and spins them once on his finger, "you coming or what Munson?" 

Eddie rolls his eyes and jogs to catch up to Steve who turns on his heel to stride up the walk. He stuffs the key into the deadbolt and swings one of the double doors inwards before shucking off his sneakers.

No shoes? Fucking rich people man.

Steve must notice Eddie's expression because he blushes and shrugs, "I know, I know, but my parents will be home for Thanksgiving this year so…may as well…"

He gestures around the sterile foyer with a tight smile, as though it explains everything. 

If anything, Eddie has more questions. 

Steve cuts off the thought by clearing his throat, "we should smoke outside, last thing I need is for you to burn a hole in the couch or something".

Eddie steps over the threshold and has to stop himself from whistling, were the ceilings always this high in this place?

He lifts his foot to unlace his left chuck, snorting at the strange little table in the middle of the foyer. A giant vase sits atop it filled with a mixture of what have to be silk flowers --no way they were real. He pulls the shoe off and tosses it to the side before lifting his right foot. 

Eddie never had the greatest balance so he hops back and forth with his right foot in the air before hopping as close as he can to the wall of the foyer and leaning back against it.

He finally gets the knot in his laces undone and throws the sneaker to the floor, dropping his right foot to the hardwood.

Eddie looks up to find Steve staring with a bemused expression on his face, he ignores the wide hazel eyes and removes the backpack from his shoulders -which can't have been helping the balance issue. 

Eddie unzips the top and yanks out the trusty metal lunchbox, sliding a wicked grin into place.

"You said something about outside?"

***

By the time they've settled, facing one another on a couple of pool loungers, the sun has begun to dip low, painting the patio and empty pool a warm glowing copper. It catches Steve's hair, which shines like gold in the dying sunlight, like some Autumnal Fae King--

Eddie wants to slap himself, suddenly thankful for the November wind that cuts through the backyard, forcing him to chillout.

He picks up the grinder from his lunchbox, unscrewing the cap to open it.

"You good with a joint this evening my good King?" 

He pours a handful of a new strain Rick let him try the other day into the grinder and starts twisting. It's not something he would typically share with anyone other than Jeff, but Steve seemed like he could use something a little more special tonight.

Eddie looks up after a beat of silence, "yo, Major Tom, you with me?" 

Steve's face is pinched, tilted towards the empty pool, "please don't call me that," he says quietly.

"Major Tom?"

Steve raises his eyes to meet Eddie's gaze, his mouth cuts a hard line across his face, the typical easy grin it usually houses is gone. 

"King-Steve," he runs a hand through his hair, letting the fingers linger to grip and pull, "I just, that's not who I am anymore, I don't--"

Steve swallows harshly, "that's all anyone could talk about this morning".

He drops his voice and octave, "oh, King Steve is so pussy whipped he let his girl fuck Jonathan Byers before she dumped him".

"Is that what Hargrove said?" Eddie asks quietly as he pours out a portion of weed onto a paper.

Steve shakes his head, "that was Tommy, but that wasn't why I hit him". 

Eddie nods, and lifts the joint to his mouth to run his tongue along the edge of the paper. Steve watches him from the lounger, his eyes follow the movement before he blinks and continues.

"Tommy and I had been best friends since we were five, he uh, he knows a lot about me," Steve lifts his hand to his mouth and chews the nail of his thumb briefly before dropping it back into his lap.

"Stuff I don't tell anyone, stuff he knows will hurt". 

Eddie nods, twisting the joint closed, he can kind of understand that, although the only person in his life that knew him like that was Wayne.  

And Wayne would never hurt him. 

Did Steve really not have anyone else like that in his life, someone he could tell anything to that wouldn't look at him weird or judge him. Someone safe.

"Anyway, Hargrove started in on me after that, but he's been fucking with me for awhile so," Steve shrugs again, "he saw his big opportunity here".

"Hargrove's been messing with you?" Eddie asks sharply as he pours more weed onto another paper. He lifts it and runs his tongue along the edge of the paper before twisting it into shape. When he looks up, Steve's ears have gone slightly pink and he's sitting strangely, slightly hunched and twisted.

"Yeah," Steve says after a moment, he clears his throat and straightens his back, "yeah, it's just been at practice so far, and I thought it was just because he wanted to one up me for my spot but," he shakes his head, "it's getting worse". 

"You know, I have a bit of a reputation around school," Eddie says slowly, carefully, watching as Steve freezes and looks at Eddie with wide eyes.

"The Hellfire club is more than just the game we're playing, it's also kind of a sanctuary for kids that don't have anyone to lean on, we look after each other," Eddie continues, ignoring the way Steve relaxes slightly, "you wouldn't need to play or anything but if you need somewhere to sit at lunch now…" 

Steve looks at Eddie for a long time, his expression blank, guarded, "really? Just like that?" 

"Yeah man, besides I get to use my 'Mean and Scary Guy' persona on these fuckers so it's a win-win for me".

Steve grins, raising one skeptical eyebrow, "mean and scary?"

Eddie bristles a little bit at the questioning tone in Steve's voice and can't quite swallow the urge to snarl, "yeah I mean you looked plenty scared of the town freak yesterday". 

Steve winces and immediately starts to shake his head, inching forward in his seat so he's even closer to Eddie, their knees are almost touching.

"That's not, I wasn't," he stops and takes a deep breath, "I was upset about Nancy and it was so dark outside, the trees--"

"You afraid of the dark Harrington?" Eddie cuts him off, the lingering irritation still simmers in his voice as he coos. 

Steve just looks at him, there's something strange about the haunted expression on his face that makes the hair on the back of Eddie's arms stand on end. 

"Things happen in the dark, in the woods," Steve says softly, his eyes drift to the empty pool again. 

Eddie opens his mouth to ask Steve what the hell he means by that, when a voice shouts across the yard.

"Steve? STEVE?!" 

The sound of someone running through the grass has them both of their feet, the joints forgotten on the pool loungers. 

"Dustin?" 

A kid, he can't be more than twelve or thirteen, skids into the porchlight that has replaced the last copper rays of evening light, the sun fully set by now. The kid's blue eyes are wide underneath a mop of curly hair and hat, he's breathing hard.

"I need your help".

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Part Five

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MOONLIGHT ⋆˙ hwang hyunjin.

— fem reader insert.

“you could hold moonlight in your hands. ‘til the night i held you. you are my moonlight.”

— enemies to lovers. secret identity. fake dating.

— historical romance

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many people wanted to be him, while others wanted him.

hyunjin, first son and the prince of the hwang family, has always disliked his popularity. attending balls was pointless. he didn’t want to become king.

y/n’s family focused on their royal duties, working for different families around their town.

she wanted to be independent and follow her own dreams. her family believes that her dreams are unrealistic, but she wants to prove them wrong.

they both had one thing in common.

wanting to truly be themselves.

— ꨄ —

CHAPTER ONE

“do i have to go?”

your mother admired the long pink-satin dress you wore in front of the mirror. as much as you loved the dress, you weren’t excited for tonight’s ball.

“yes, dear. your aunt spent a lot of time making this dress for you.”

the ends of your hair was curled and your makeup was done, as you applied an extra amount of blush.

as you looked at the time, the ball was starting soon. your mother took you to these events every month. you hated them.

at these balls, several attendees had the opportunity to potentially meet their future spouse.

you currently weren’t interested in being in a relationship.

i wish this day was over with already.

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walking into the familiar setting, the ballroom was filled with new and previous attendees. the room had a scent of citrus and was covered in beautiful decor.

immediately, you found your bestfriend sitting at the nearest table. after saying hi to him, you sat down, watching the attendees dance to the jazz music playing.

you noticed that most of the girls in the room wore sky blue dresses and had their hair pinned up in a bun or ponytail.

“was the dress code today blue and no one told me?” you joked, turning to face your bestfriend, felix.

“prince hyunjin is here. there’s a lot of attendees who want to marry him, so they’re wearing his favorite color.. to impress him, i guess.” felix shrugged.

you knew about the hwang family, but didn’t have interest in them. the family only attends the balls three times a year, which isn’t much considering the fact that the balls are monthly.

prince hyunjin was tall, handsome, and good at everything. families wanted their sons to be like him. girls wanted to marry him and become queen.

however, even with hundreds of girls wanting to marry him, he still hasn’t found a wife.

“really?! that’s ridiculous.”

the dancing in the room stopped as the crowd formed groups. the families stood on the right and left side while all of the first daughters stood in the middle.

you knew your parents were looking for you, as they wanted you to also marry prince hyunjin. you weren’t interested.

you were able to avoid this for the past two balls, making this one the third.

“you’re sneaking out from the ball again?” felix asked, as he finished his appetizer.

you nodded, “yeah, don’t tell anyone you saw me.” showing you a thumbs up, felix kept his word.

luckily, the crowd was focused on the hwang family, as the king, made a speech and thanked the attendees for attending the ball.

8:00PM

outside, there was a balcony that had a perfect view of the stars. usually, you stayed there until the ball was over.

felix used to come on the balcony with you, until both of your families noticed that you and him weren’t at the ball.

your families were upset about it and talked about it non-stop for days. since then, you and felix stopped going to the balcony together.

a few minutes later, someone comes on the balcony and stands next to you. looking over, the guy had long blonde hair with a masquerade mask covering his face.

you’ve never seen him before, odd. there was awkward tension in the air, so you decided to start a conversation.

“so.. what’s your name?”

he ignored you.

okay fine, maybe he doesn’t want to talk.

“aren’t you supposed to be inside, preparing for proposals?”

you turned to him, glaring at him in disbelief. you couldn’t believe he just asked that! you crossed your arms and rolled your eyes at him.

“why do you even care?”

and why is he hiding his face?

“why else would you be at this ball?”

i had no choice.

“look, i don’t know who you are but i’m not here to become queen, get married, or whatever. i’m just here with my family.”

before he could turn away, one of the assistants from the hwang family appears on the balcony. the woman had a low bun and an all black uniform. there was worry on her face.

“excuse me, my apologies for interrupting your conversation. the hwang family doesn’t know where prince hyunjin is and has pushed back the proposals for tomorrow. if you’ve seen him, please contact us.” she shows a warm smile, not even waiting for our responses, and walks away.

prince hyunjin wasn’t at the ball?

all of a sudden, the guy is standing much closer to you. “can i trust you?”

“how could i? i’ve only known you for five minutes.”

“okay, so i know you won’t care then and tell people about this.”

what’s he talking about?

the guy lifts up his mask, revealing his entire face. you gasped, surprised at who you see. you weren’t expecting this at all.

he’s prince hyunjin!

— ꨄ —

author’s note

~ hi, i decided to make this a chapter au, so there’s a storyline to follow.

~ this au is inspired by bridgerton, which is one of my favorite shows!

~ romance will happen soon. this story starts with the enemies to lovers trope.

chapter 2

[your-honor-im-zesty]

What do I deserve, really?

Will should've known better. He really should've.

When Nico had first mentioned the idea of a family dinner ("Persephone's just about dying to meet you, she'll turn me into a flower if you stay away any longer"), Will had been elated. It meant another significant step in their relationship; it meant they were becoming serious. Not to mention, he had always wanted to meet Hades. Call him weird, but he had a strange fascination with death. He was a medic, after all, and however much he studied and healed and learned, there were always surprises in store for him. Death was an infinite topic; Will would've gladly sat through a lyceum taught by Hades.

But now, as he sat at the dinner table in the Underworld king's palace, he wished he had just thrown his boyfriend under the bus and let him be turned into a flower.

It was just the four of them- Will, Nico, Hades, and Persephone. They each sat on one side of the long, rectangular wooden table, which would've been a nice table had there not been literal skulls hanging off the sides. Just his luck, he was seated all the way across from Nico.

He couldn't tell what was worse. Persephone's onslaught of rapid questions ("You're the camp medic, correct? The one for the past few years?" "Tell me, are children of Apollo allergic to lies? I've always wondered." "How did you and Nico meet?"), Hades's stony silence (the closest thing to conversation Will had made with him was a request to pass the salt, which he'd done with rather unnecessary force), or the amused glint in Nico's eyes as he watched the scene unfold. Will was very tempted to strangle him, except choking your boyfriend in front of said boyfriend's father was probably not the wisest move.

The only thing that kept Will remotely close to sane was the food. It may have been the Underworld, kingdom of the dead, but the food was spectacular. 5/5 stars. Hades truly didn't accept anything but the best.

He gulped. He hoped Hades would lower his standards for him; Will wasn't exactly the best, compared to other demigods. Like Percy Jackson, for one. But then again, Hades hated Percy with a vehement passion, so maybe that was all for the best.

But the dinner wasn't bad, per se. It was awkward, sure, and very much uncomfortable. But Will Solace was the master of uncomfortable. He was a veteran of 2 wars, had saved more campers than he would've ever dreamed of; he'd spent sleepless nights, working to aid injuries and prevent death. He could do uncomfortable.

At least, that was what he thought.

Hades signaled the skeleton waiter to take up their plates and prepare for the dessert course, then leaned towards Will. His eyes were dark, obsidian. Like Nico's, his mind thought unhelpfully.

"So...Will," Hades said his name slowly, like he was testing out the sound of it. It was probably just his nature, but Will got the strong impression that Hades had spent the appetizer and main dish courses analyzing him, sizing him up. Probably wondering why the hell Nico had even given him a second glance. "I understand you and my son have been...courting, for a while now."

Courting? Will bit his lip to hold back his laughter. It was such an old-fashioned term, yet Hades looked completely serious. "Yes, sir," he responded, trying to sound as amiable as possible. He schooled his features into an expression of utmost respect; across the table, Nico (the little shit) was smirking again. Will refused to make eye contact with him (first of all, Nico had absolutely NO business looking that good in his father's palace of all places).

Hades studied him, those dark eyes unnerving. It reminded him of how Nico first used to look at him- distrustfully, coldly. He involuntarily flinched.

The corner of Hades's mouth twitched at the movement. "I am sure you know by now that Nico has incredibly high standards."

"I do," agreed Nico- were they ganging up on him? A father-son duo? Gods, Will should've asked for Apollo to be invited; but then again, the sun god would probably rather be stripped of mortality again than step foot into the Underworld.

Will swallowed nervously and licked his lips; they were getting dry. Had he drank water today? He was supposed to stay hydrated; he of all people knew the dangers of dehydration. "Yes, sir," he said, almost hoarsely.

Hades leaned forward then, further this time. His eyes flashed. "Let me ask you something then..." There was something in his tone that incited a sliver of apprehension within Will's chest. Nico's face grew serious, like he, too could hear it.

"Do you believe you're worthy of my son?"

Nico stiffened up, his face flashing with unidentifiable emotions. Persephone's eyebrows shot up, and she gave her husband a look. Not surprised, but unimpressed, like she knew something along these lines would happen and disapproved.

Will felt a warm flush creep upon his face. He stared at Hades, stomach lurching unpleasantly. For some reason, his lips seemed to be sealed tight, and determined not to re-open.

"I..."

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So this is part 1 of my angsty will + solangelo fic :))) i'll post part 2 prolly sometime this week lmao but until then enjoy this load of shit

edit: part 2 is up! check my blog :)

[crilbyte]

🖤🩶Fallen🩶🖤

~Lucifer x Angel!Reader🪽

Part 1 𖦹 Part 2 𖦹 Part 3 𖦹 Part 4 𖦹 Part 4.5 𖦹 Part 5

Summary: you're an angel who has been tasked as the intermediary between heaven and Lucifer and... Neither of you are what the other expected.

Warnings/promises for series: 18+, smut, first time, teasing, jealousy, no use of y\n, fingering, masturbation, oral (m & f receiving), weird tail stuff, use of the "C" word (both derogatory and not).

Warnings/promises for part 1: 16+, teasing, weird tail stuff, pining, dress up

A special WARNING. Please read.

Part 4 has serious subjects including noncon, NTR, breathplay, choking, deepthroating, and hints at death. If this is something that bothers you then please feel free to skip either it or this whole fic. No hard feelings. I will provide a summary of important bits at the beginning of pt 5 for anyone who wants to skip 4. Very "Dead Dove Do Not Eat"

Lucifer’s heart skips a beat as he looks at the time. He has to go, right now. He sneaks out from his palace, quickly making his way to the nearby lake. As he approaches he sees you sitting there under the weeping willow in your full angelic glory, gazing out at the water with your hands folded gracefully in your lap.

Lucifer spots you from a distance, his breath hitching as he lays eyes on the angelic beauty ahead of him.  He walks towards you, taking in every inch of your ethereal presence. "My dear Seraph," he says with an exaggerated bow.

"Lucifer!" You say excitedly, pulling him down and into a hug. This isn't your first meeting. You and the king of Hell have been seeing each other for months now. At first you were both pretty awkward, but now you’ve become quite close.

Lucifer's heart skips a beat as he feels your arms around him, his own hesitating for a split second before wrapping around you in return. He savors the moment, the warmth and comfort that comes from your embrace. "My sweet angel," he murmurs softly, sinking into you.

"I missed you!" You say with complete sincerity. "How have you been since our last meeting?"

Lucifer can't help but let a warm smile spread across his face, "I have been well, my dear. I must admit, I found myself thinking of this place and our previous conversations during my absence." He looks deep into your eyes, "And most of all, I missed you too."

You smile happily and he swears he sees your cheeks turn slightly pink, though he tries to convince himself it's just the red ambiance of the Pride Ring.

You remember your first time meeting the King of Hell. You were a seraphim in Heaven and were supposed to pay a visit to Lucifer, The Fallen One. He was waiting in his palace, looking out a window with a view of the Heavenly Gate. With a glittering flap of your wings, you touched down on his balcony, feet gracefully coming to meet the stone while your gown fluttered around you with angelic glory.

As Lucifer turned to see you standing there you could swear his eyes widened. Clearly he’d been expecting someone else. After taking a moment to compose himself, he walked over to you and extended his hand, offering a warm smile. "Well, well, isn't this a pleasant surprise?”

You smiled shyly, holding your hand out as well. "The pleasure is all mine, truly."

Lucifer chuckled softly, taking your hand in his and gently pulling you closer. His touch was warm and electric, sending shivers down your spine. "And they say I'm not a charmer," he said with a teasing wink. 

You blushed, blinking and looking down at the bowing man, nervous but with a look of slight fear in your eyes.

Lucifer's expression softened, his eyes taking on a more serious tone. "Be not afraid," he said gently, with a humorous smile. "I mean you no harm." He paused for a moment, letting the silence hang between you.

"It's not that,” you try to explain. “It's just… you aren't what I expected..."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, "And what did you expect?" he asked, his voice calm and almost amused. "A monster? A demonic creature bent on tormenting the souls of the damned?"

You blushed again, looking away ashamedly. "We're told stories about you." You said, not wanting to admit that he was entirely correct.

Lucifer chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Ah, yes. The stories Heaven tells about me." He sighed, leaning back against the door frame. "They're not entirely untrue," he admitted with a wry smile. "But then again, they never are."

You played with the fabric of your skirt. "But they seem so… wrong."

Lucifer arched an eyebrow, intrigued by your reaction. "And how so?" he asked curiously. "Are you telling me that you believed the tales of my wickedness and cruelty? Or perhaps did you think I was some kind of wronged saint?"

"They tell us that you're a corruptor. That you wish to turn all angels from God's side. That you're vengeful and angry and full of hate..." You said, avoiding eye contact. But now, standing here in the presence of the man himself you felt silly for believing such ridiculous stories.

"Ah, yes," Lucifer nodded knowingly. "The classic tale of the fallen angel turned devil. A story almost as old as time itself." He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice growing more serious. "But let me ask you this, child: who told you these stories?

You downcast your gaze. "The other seraphim... the elders... but..." You gripped your skirt tightly, wrinkling the fabric.

His gaze piercing, Lucifer leaned toward you, his voice soft and melodic. "But what, child? Don't be afraid to speak your mind."

"But you don't seem like that at all..." You said with a sad look on your face.

Lucifer paused for a moment, his eyes studying you intently. "And what do you see when you look at me, child?" he asked gently, leaning forward and placing a hand on your arm. 

You looked at him, your eyes staring deeply into his. It was only then that he noticed their piercing, ice blue color. "I... I see loneliness..." You answered softly.

Lucifer's heart skipped a beat at your words. He hadn't expected that kind of insight from someone so young and innocent-seeming. The hand he had on your arm tightened ever so slightly before he pulled away, straightening his own posture once more. 

You straightened as well, eyes widening, startled. "I'm sorry!" You reach toward the gap between you, but not actually trying to touch him. "I didn't mean to upset you..."

Lucifer chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "Please, don't apologize." He stepped closer to you, his voice low and warm. "It's been a long time since someone saw through me like that, that’s all. You have a pure soul."

A light blush crossed your cheeks. You stared for a moment, surprised, before smiling shyly and looking at the ground. 

Lucifer watched you blush, his heart skipping a beat again. There was something about you that couldn’t help but fascinate him. "You know," he said softly, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "you remind me of someone from my past."

You looked up at him, wonderment in your wide eyes. "Who..?" You asked.

"A human," Lucifer said dreamily, his voice taking on a far-off tone as he remembered. "Her name was Lilith... She had the same innocence and purity that you possess." He looked back at you, his eyes filled with longing and sadness.

"L-Lilith?" You stuttered suddenly. "The first woman? Mother of demons? Queen of Hell? I... I've never heard her described as pure or innocent..."

"She wasn't always a demon," Lucifer said firmly. "She was once a human. And she was pure... until the darkness consumed her." He sighed heavily, looking down at his hands. "I miss her..."

"I heard that she's gone missing. She was your wife. That must be so hard…" you said softly. 

Lucifer looked up at you, his eyes flashing with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "You truly are like her," he murmured, reaching out to gently brush his thumb across your cheekbone. "Compassion comes to you so easily."

"If she was so compassionate she wouldn't have abandoned you... abandoned your daughter, her people…!" You spat with an angry tone before realizing what you'd just said. You gasped, hands covering your mouth. "I'm so sorry! I-I shouldn't have said that!"

Lucifer's expression softened and he withdrew his hand slowly, placing it back down at his side. The intensity in his eyes faded, replaced with a gentle understanding. "No need to apologize, my dear," he replied calmly. "You speak the truth, however much it pains me to hear.”

"I'm just…” you searched your feelings. “I'm angry for you... is that... bad...?"  You asked.

Lucifer's smile returned, gentle and reassuring. "No, my dear, it's not. In fact, it's quite the opposite. Knowing that you care about my wellbeing, even though you don't fully understand my past; understand me, it means a lot."

"If the other seraphim learned of this..." You said with fearful eyes, "that I held these feelings..."

Lucifer reached out to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear once more, his thumb grazing the back of your neck in a soothing manner. "There's no need to worry about that, my dear. The other Seraphim don’t need to know the details of our little conversation."

You looked up at him with astonishment. "I've never kept a secret from them before..."

Lucifer's smirk turned wry at your words. "Then I should be honored to be your first, wouldn't you agree?” He chuckled softly. "Just consider this our little secret, alright? And remember, I'm always here if you need to talk."

"I... I guess so..." You gave a small smile.

"Good," Lucifer smiled in return, his voice soft and gentle.

Ever since, the two of you had become relatively inseparable.

Lucifer's gaze lingers on your cheeks, a small smile playing on his lips as he leans in closer to you. "You are the most charming creature in all of Hell and Heaven," he says, his voice low and sultry.

"Stop!" You say, playfully smacking at his chest. Now you really are blushing.

Lucifer can't help but stare. You absolutely radiate angelic glory. He grabs your hand gently, placing a tender kiss on the back of it. "You are too adorable," he says, squeezing your hand before letting go. "And that is likely going to be a problem."

"A problem?" You ask.

Lucifer takes a step back, running his fingers through his hair. "Yes," he says, with a nervous smile. "Unfortunately you can be mistaken for nothing but an angel. If you're going to keep coming down here we're going to have to get you a disguise..."

You perk at the suggestion. "A disguise!?" You say excitedly. "Like a sinner disguise?"

Lucifer chuckles at your enthusiasm. "Something like that," he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I think I know just the thing..." He gestures and a golden portal opens revealing a dark hallway, full of different costumes and disguises.

With wide eyes you take his outstretched arm and step through, looking around at all the clothing. "Lucifer, this is..."

Lucifer watches you, a smirk on his face. "To die for?" he says, completing your sentence. "I know.” He begins looking around at the different costumes. "We could turn you into a demonic groupie, or a hellish businesswoman. The possibilities are endless.”

 "And I can pick anything?" You ask

"Of course," Lucifer responds, giving you a sly grin. "Within reason, of course," he adds, glancing around to make sure no one else is around.

With an excited squeal you run into the hall, your eyes darting around wildly. Lucifer watched you grab an outfit and place it atop the rack only to begin pulling at the ties on your angelic robes, beginning to undress right there in front of him. The shock alone almost gives him a heart attack.

Lucifer feels his heart leap into his throat as he watches the puddle of your clothing grow at your feet. "WAIT!" he cries out spinning around to avoid accidentally seeing anything, his face tomato red. "What are you doing!?"

"Trying on one of the outfits?" You answer innocently.

"Y-yes, but in private!" Lucifer sputters, trying to regain his composure. He turns around slowly, keeping his eyes trained high above your head as he tries to push the more scandalous thoughts away. "You'll have to excuse me for being startled."

You blush but continue to change once he's turned around. "I'm sorry, I guess I've never really had to think about that before," you say shyly. "I'm only ever around the other seraphim and they're all girls."

Lucifer's brain comes to a screeching halt at your words, his face immediately softening at the thought of a young angel like yourself being so innocent. He clears his throat and smiles gently. "Well, things are definitely a little different here," he says with an embarrassed laugh.

"I'm finished! what do you think?" You say excitedly. Lucifer turns around and immediately turns bright red. The outfit you've chosen leaves very little to the imagination. You've chosen a tight pink backless dress with a plunging neckline and a slit that reaches your upper thigh.

Lucifer's eyes widen and his jaw drops open just a little. He swallows hard, trying to regain his composure, but failing utterly. "Y-you look...wow," he stammers out, taken aback at the sight before him. The air in the room turns electric as Lucifer forces his gaze from your barely-covered form to your eyes, a slight tremor in his hand as he reaches to adjust his coat. "A rather bold choice." He manages to say, unable to tear his eyes from your exposed skin despite his shock.

"Will this be a good disguise to wear in Hell?" You ask with a big smile.

The air around Lucifer turns frosty as he imagines other inhabitants of Hell seeing you in such a state.  The idea of anyone else seeing you dressed like this makes ice run through his veins. "No, absolutely not," he says firmly, his eyes darkening slightly as he tries to shake off the disturbing image. "No, no, noooo."

You get a disappointed look on your face. "Is this one no good?" You ask, not understanding.

"It's not that," Lucifer says quickly, reaching out to lift your chin with his fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You look stunning, simply breathtaking. But in Hell, such an outfit would attract far too much attention."

"Oh..." You say with a furrowed brow. "But I've seen others with clothes similar to these?" You say, confused.

Lucifer lets out a chuckle at your observation, his fingers still gently holding your chin. "Yes, you're right. You likely have seen others dressed like that in Hell. But trust me, you do not want the kind of attention that they attract."

You nod, beginning to understand. "Okay. Should I try something else then?"

Lucifer's lips curl into a small, approving smile at your compliance. He releases your chin and nods. "Yes, that would be best. Perhaps something that still shows off your... assets," he says with a smirk, "but with a little more discretion."

You nod, taking the suggestion and turning back to the rack and tapping your lower lip in thought, as Lucifer turns to give you privacy once more. As he does, Lucifer can't help but steal one last glance, admiring your form. He turns to give you privacy, but his mind lingers on the image of you in that ravishing dress. 

He can hear you shuffling as you change only to call out to him when you're finished. "Okay, what about this one?" You ask. He turns only to find that this outfit is worse than the last. While, yes, it is less revealing, it consists entirely of tight black latex, the material clinging tightly to every curve and dip in your body.

Lucifer's eyes widen to saucers at the sight of you, taking in the outfit. The tight latex hugging your curves, highlighting every inch of you. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, before finally choking out, "T-that... you..." once again, the image of you walking around Hell dressed like this gives him terrified heart palpitations. "No... I-I don't think this is a great choice either..."

You look saddened, your lower lip even poking out in a cute way. "What's wrong with this one?" You ask, looking down at yourself. "Isn’t everything covered?"

Lucifer stares at you, a look of sheer terror still in his eyes, "Well... yes, everything is covered, but..." he takes a moment to compose himself before speaking again, hoping his heart stays in his chest, "It might be a little too tight…”

"Too tight...?" You repeat back quietly, still unsure what he's getting at. You could breathe just fine after all.

He takes a deep breath as he finally blurts it out, "It might be a little distracting for me… and everyone else in Hell." He says, trying to be diplomatic. But as he looks you up and down, a slight blush tinges his cheeks, it's mostly him he's worried about.

"Distracting?" You look at yourself in the floor length mirror beside you, twisting and looking at your back as well. The poses, while innocent enough, only accentuate your perfect body and drive Lucifer absolutely mad.

"Yes, distracting." He admits, trying to hold your gaze, "You see, your... appearance is quite... alluring. It's just..." He runs his fingers through his hair, his eyes glancing at the outfit again, "...aaahhh.... how to explain this...?"

"But there's hardly any of my body showing?" You say curiously. "This one goes from my neck to my ankles?”

His eyes quickly scan over your figure, from head to toe, as he takes in every curve of your new outfit. "Ah... yes. Technically so. But..." He pauses, trying to find the right words to express himself before finally shrugging, "You still look... very tempting."

"And that's a bad thing?" You say innocently.

"No." He shakes his head, "It's not bad... It's just..." He again searches for the right words as he watches your reflection in the mirror, "Complicated. For me anyway."

His words finally seem to get through to you, your eyes brightening as you stand a little straighter. "Oh! ok. I understand." You smile, putting your hands together in front of you with a quiet clap. "I don't want this to complicate things for you. The whole point is to blend in better, isn't that right?"

He smiles, relieved at your understanding and pleased that he managed to convey his feelings to you, "Yes, that's exactly right." He nods, pleased that the both of you are on the same page with this matter, "We want to draw as little attention as possible."

"Maybe you could help me pick something then?" You ask, blushing slightly. "I'm afraid my choices didn't seem to be what we need here."

"Of course," he offers, turning his attention towards the clothing racks. His eyes scan over the various garments, stopping on a black dress that catches his eye. "How about this?"

Your eyes sparkle with interest. "Oooh! yes!" You say excitedly, taking the dress from him and turning back to the mirror to change.

Lucifer turns around once more to give you privacy. He's only turned but a few seconds when he hears your tiny voice.

"Um... Lucifer...?" You ask, sounding embarrassed.

"Hmm?" He asks, not looking back over at you but instead tilting his head slightly as he notices your tone, "Is something wrong? Do you need help?"

"I... I can't get this off..." You say quietly. "Can you help...?"

Lucifer blushes at the implication... surely you mean that you need help with the zipper or something, right? He can handle that. He'd done that loads of times for Lilith and Charlie. He turned to help only to be stunned into silence.

There you stand, the latex bodysuit unzipped from your neck all the way to your lower back. Your pale, lavender-tinted gray angel skin peeking through the shining, dark martial. You clutch your hands at your chest, looking back at Lucifer over your shoulder, embarrassed.

"It's stuck." You say softly.

He turns beet red at seeing you half undressed, and quickly turns away to collect himself. Lucifer clears his throat before turning back around. He slowly moves towards you, trying to look anywhere but at your bare skin, and carefully tries to help you get out of the latex suit. "I... okay. Um.. hold out your arms."

You do as you're asked, obediently holding your arms out so Lucifer can begin to peel the suit from your shoulders. His touch is light but firm as he helps you out of the stuck latex. He can't help but sneak a peek every now and then, feeling his cheeks warm as he does so. The more he removes the more he begins to realize he’ll have to unveil your entire body before you get this completely off.

Lucifer's heart races in his chest as he continues to carefully help you out of the suit. He tries to keep his focus on the task at hand, but he can't help but notice how your body begins to be revealed more and more with every inch of fabric he peels away. "O-okay, now pull this arm out." He instructs.

You do as you're told, freeing one of your arms making it significantly easier to free the other as well, and without completely uncovering your chest. Now all that's left is the hips and legs, but Lucifer is unsure how to do that without having you become completely naked in the process.

His chest tightens as he realizes the predicament you both are in, his heart racing as he considers the options. "Well, uh, I suppose we could try to carefully unzip it all the way down and then slip it off your hips..." he suggests.

"Okay," you say, moving so the zipper is within his reach. Lucifer looks down at it, resting on your lower back, mere millimeters above your perfectly round ass. He's going to have to touch you to do it...

Lucifer's breath hitches in his throat. He swallows hard, gathering his composure before reaching out to slowly trace his fingers along the zipper. His touch is gentle, electric as he begins to lower the zipper, feeling your body heat through the fabric. "Ok," he says once you're fully unzipped, looking up to the ceiling and blushing. "Now try and pull it over your hips."

You lean down, letting your torso become fully uncovered, but as you're facing away from him, he doesn't actually see anything but your naked back. It's not until you begin to wiggle out of the hips that he realizes you weren't wearing anything underneath the bodysuit. Lucifer almost swallows his tongue.

His breath hitches again, the sight of your bare back already filling his mind with a flurry of sinful thoughts. Without thinking, Lucifer's wings burst free, the topmost set moving to cover his face, which is now a nice cherry apple red, hiding your exposed form from him.

You pull the bodysuit down past your hips and give out a sigh of relief. "I didn't realize how hot that was until it was off... probably good not to pick that one." You say with a giggle.

He swallows dryly from behind his wings, the tips twitching from the sheer display before him. He tries his hardest not to be tempted, to not look as his mind continually undresses the rest of you. "I trust you can handle the rest..." he says before turning around. Giving his heart a moment to still itself, Lucifer finally lets his wings retract. His gaze falls straight towards the distant wall, every nerve in his body alight.

"Um..." Your voice comes once more. "I think I might need help again..." You mumble.

Lucifer's eyes snap straight up as you speak and he practically wills his wings to stay tucked. As your words register, he freezes, his throat tightening. He can't help but imagine what he will see should he turn his gaze back towards you. "I- I'm listening." he says, trying his best to control his voice... and his instincts.

"I've got it mostly on but I need help lacing the back..." You say softly, and with a hint of effort in your voice.

Lucifer turns around and is immediately in awe. There you stand in the outfit he picked out. A black dress that has a fitted corset top but a loose skirt that stops mid thigh. The sleeves are puffy but off the shoulder, and the knee high boots that you've put on match so well he almost can't stand it. The dress is absolutely stunning, a perfect blend of elegance with just a hint of playfulness. Your smooth skin and the way your hair cascades over your shoulders like a waterfall of silk is nothing short of mesmerizing. And the boots? Chefs kiss. When he's finally able to pull his eyes away from you, he realizes you're desperately attempting to lace the back of the dress and failing, little sounds of effort and frustration escaping you as you do.

"Is this one no good either...?" You ask, sounding worried, when you see him staring silently.

Lucifer feels his heart thump unexpectedly against his chest as you speak, being met with an overwhelming display of your beauty, he almost can't find his voice. He quickly averts his gaze with a cough, afraid of being caught staring. "N-no! No, umm... you look stunning," he stammers, trying to maintain his composure. “This is the one.”

You grin, happy to have finally found something good. "Well, then can you help me lace it up? I can't seem to do it right..." You reach behind you, holding the black laces that are partially inserted into the corseted back of the dress, though messily.

Lucifer's eyes immediately narrow as he watches your fingers struggle with the laces, noticing the slight flush of embarrassment creep onto your cheeks. Without a second thought, he gracefully approaches you and carefully removes your fingers, holding the laces gently. "As you wish, my dear.”

"So you like this one?" You ask as he deftly begins your work on your back.

His touch lingers on your back as he smoothly begins to weave the laces through the corset, carefully pulling and tightening them. A mysterious smile finds his lips at your question, pausing briefly before answering. "I must admit, I can't recall ever seeing anything quite as captivating,"

You blush, looking at the floor. "Surely that's not true..." You say softly. "You were there at the beginning of creation. surely you've seen far lovelier than me."

He chuckles softly, moving to stand closely behind you, his breath warm on your neck. "Ah, my dear. Time and again, I have witnessed the beauty of countless creations and marvels. But there is something that sets you apart - an allure that transcends physicality."

You straighten at the sensation, a shiver running down your spine that makes your skin glow with angelic glory.

Lucifer leans back a moment, having finished your ties. "Now... that's going to be an issue..." he says with a sigh.

"Oh, I suppose so. Most sinners don't really glow do they?" You ask with a worried face.

"Only the ones on fire," he says, smirking when you look shocked at his dark joke. He conjures a small, concealing spell around you, dulling the glow. "Now let's do some final touches," he says, adding a set of black curled ram horns and a tail to match. "And to finish it off..." he snaps his fingers and your seraph wings are transformed into a smaller, more manageable set of bat wings. "Now you are truly fit for Hell," he says with a pleased smile.

Your eyes widen as you look at yourself in the mirror. You do a little spin and your smile slowly spreads from ear to ear. "This... I look incredible. You'd never know I was an angel! And these cute little wings!" You say flapping them sweetly.

"Well, that was the point, after all," he says with a lazy smirk. He watches you, his charismatic glimmer still there. When he sees your smile, it widens, and he knows he did a good job. "I'm glad you like them. They're functional too, so you can still fly, but they won't be quite so in-the-way and obvious.”

"They're perfect!" You shout, turning to Lucifer and jumping into his arms, hugging him tightly in appreciation.

He catches you with ease, his eyes  widening for a moment. As Lucifer regains his composure, he smirks at your sudden display of gratitude, wrapping his arms around your waist and giving you a gentle squeeze. Enjoying the embrace more than he'd care to admit before placing you back down.

"So what now!?" You ask excitedly before giving him your best attempt at a seductive look. "Shall we begin my first day as a succubus?”

Lucifer's cheeks turn redder than usual, he hadn't intended to make you look like a succubus, but you were right, you did resemble one. It was truly taking everything on him to keep the thoughts at bay. He leans in a bit closer, enjoying the thrill of playing with fire. "Well, we could...?"

You quickly take his hand and drag him through the double doors leading further into the palace. Excited to see who notices, or perhaps doesn't notice.

Lucifer follows you without resisting, enjoying your newfound boldness and confidence. He's curious to see what will happen when people see the new, glamorous you. As you both enter the grand hall, some demons glance over and immediately take notice of the beautiful new being with him, but none react as though you're an angel. So far, it seems to be mission accomplished.

Everything is going well until an imp walks by and brushes against your new tail and you stop suddenly, squatting down into almost a fetal position, your tail wrapping protectively around you. Lucifer chuckles as he sees the imp do so, it was bound to happen at some point. "Oh, look at that." He says, trying not to laugh out loud. "Seems like someone is enjoying their new form" He smirks devilishly at you. But you don't answer.

The Imp quickly scurries away, not realizing the VIP he just brushed against. Lucifer raises an eyebrow at you, intrigued by your sudden silence. "What's wrong, my dear?" He asks, his voice smooth as ever, his other eyebrow also raised in curiosity. He approaches you and leans down to look at your face, only to notice how flushed you've become, trembling and glassy eyed.

"Lucifer..." You whimper.

He looks at you with a mix of confusion and concern. Squatting down to your level, he reaches out a hand to gently cup your cheek, caressing it softly with his thumb. "What's the matter? Did that imp upset you?”

"N-no it's just... I've never had a tail before..." You blush and look away. "It's... it's sensitive..." You attempt to explain with heavy breaths.

A worried look crosses his face. "I'm sorry, maybe we should go somewhere more private until you get more desensitized to it." he suggests, putting an arm around your shoulders. He snaps his fingers before helping you through the newly opened portal and into his study, a room full of books, board games and a large fireplace. He sits you down on the lounge couch near the fire and sits next to you, placing his hand on your back gently, offering support. 

"Ok so... I should apologize. I'd forgotten how sensitive tails can be, especially new ones," he says embarrassingly, rubbing the back of his neck. "But it goes away after a while, once it's been handled a little."

You look up at him with a dazed look. "Will you help me with it?" You look up at him from under your lashes. "I've never felt something like this before. I..." You ask in a timid voice.

Lucifer's eyes widen with a mix of surprise and intrigue at your question, "Are you sure?" he asks, not wanting to let his eagerness push you to do something you aren't comfortable with.

"If you don't want to, that's okay..." You say sweetly. "I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm surely just overreacting. We can go back out," you attempt to insist, but as your tail wags it rubs the leg of Lucifer’s pants and you can't suppress another shiver.

Suddenly the image of you out in the middle of the Pride Ring flashes into his head. Any passerby able to reach out and touch your tail, leaving you a puddle, all without understanding why... no. He couldn't allow that. He took a deep breath to steady himself.

"Nonsense," he declares, rising from the couch with a grace reminiscent of his angelic origins. "Let me help you," he gently turns you slightly away from him, getting ready to handle your tail with care.

You nod, giving him a very thankful look before letting your tail flick up and onto his lap with a slight flinch. A gentle smile tugs at his lips as you allow him to handle your tail. Tentatively at first, he wraps it around his fingers, careful not to hurt or startle you.

His touch is so gentle and yet it sends such strange sensations through you. You find yourself gasping, blushing, and flinching slightly, your eyes closing tightly as you try to suppress all the noises attempting to escape you.

Lucifer's grin widens as he realizes he can hear something akin to a soft moan, a pleasurable gasp. His confidence shoots up through the roof as he leans in. "Is this still okay?" he asks, "Not too much?"

You shake your head a little more forcefully than you’d intended. "N-no. I'm ok. I can handle this. keep going."

A feeling of deep contentment fills Lucifer as he can see the mix of embarrassment and desire flashing across your features. But he doesn't comment on it, merely smiles sweetly and starts to run his fingers along the length of your tail.

You try to keep yourself calm but a squeak still escapes you, and it seems as though once one escapes, more are determined to join. You curl up a little as his fingers touch your tail, shuddering and gasping, almost too overstimulated, but not quite.

Lucifer's eyes light up as he realizes there's a bit more passion hidden behind your reserved exterior. He continues gently caressing and massaging your tail, making sure to pay attention to each movement your body makes. He watches you with a mix of amusement and desire, his eyes sparkling. Then he starts to lightly squeeze and tug on it, a slow, teasing motion, his thumb tracing teasing circles up to the base at your back.

"A-ah..." You let out a shuddering breath, my body trembling. 

He can feel how warm you're getting from your tail, it's radiating heat, not to mention your cheeks are quite red now. Your eyes are growing foggy. Lucifer can't help but feel something at your response, his fingers still moving in steady, deliberate strokes and teasing squeezes. The sight of you becoming so visibly flustered and aroused only serves to ignite the fire burning within him. He starts to gently caress your tail with more confidence. His actions are measured and deliberate, a perfect combination of roughness and tenderness, leaving you squirming just enough to make him feel like he's in control of your reactions.

You place the back of your hand against your mouth to stifle the sounds that are clawing their way up your throat. Lucifer smirks at the sight, his eyes locked on your hand and the trembling movements it makes as you struggle to control yourself. He finds himself growing more and more infatuated, enthralled by every sign of pleasure that escapes you, despite your efforts to hold back. Then he gets an idea. With a sly grin he lets his tail appear, slipping like a snake around and between the two of you until it reaches yours, coiling around it and tangling them together.

"L-lucifer..." You whimper out, your other hand reaching out to grasp at his shirt.

"Yes, my dear?" Lucifer asks, letting his own grin grow wider as he watches you struggle against your newfound lust and his growing influence. He feels the twitching of your tail against his and decides to take this teasing to the next level.

"W-what's happening...?" You ask as he continues. 

Lucifer opens his mouth to answer only to get his first real look at you since he started. He finally sees your distressed face, the tears in your eyes and the quiver on your lip.

"L-lucifer... it's... it's too much..." You say with a quivering voice.

Seeing this, Lucifer immediately stops and pulls back, his expression softening. "Sweetheart, oh no." Guilt washes over him for his actions, knowing that he went too far. He let his excitement overshadow your needs. "I'm so sorry..." He gently untangles your tails before moving you closer to him until he can feel your face buried in his chest.

"Lucifer..." You say softly, pressing your face into him, inhaling his sweet scent.

He wraps his arms around you, feeling the heat of your body against his. "I'm so, so sorry, my dear." He responds in a whisper, as if trying not to break the moment. Lucifer places a gentle kiss on top of your head, holding back the urge to completely lose control again. "Are you okay?" He asks, looking down towards you. A small, tender smile crosses his face as he sees that you’ve dozed off in his arms. He looks down at your peaceful expression, feeling a warmth spread through him. Slowly, he turns to lay down on the couch with you still cradled in his arms.

Hours later you awaken, Lucifer holding you lovingly against his chest. Remembering what had brought you there, you blush, quickly pulling away and magicking away your disguise, at least for the time being. You hear Lucifer stir and turn to see him just as he sits up.  Groggily rubbing his eyes. 

“Time to go home already?” He asks, a sad note to his musical voice.

“Unfortunately,” you answer with a somber smile.

“Before you go let me give you something." Lucifer stands, leaving the room for a moment. When he returns he holds out his hand, asking for your own. You do as he seems to want, and he quickly wraps something around it, it's soft and surprisingly warm.

"Wh... what's this...?" You ask, eager, not having seen it yet.

"Look and see," Lucifer replies, his voice low and seductive. When you pull your wrist back you see a single long feather—white as snow and glistening in the dim light of Hell. It is soft to the touch, almost silky.

With wide, shocked eyes you look at Lucifer. "Is... is this... one of yours...?" You ask, incredulous.

Lucifer's smirk returns, full of wicked delight. "Yes, it's one of my secondary feathers," he replies, his voice thick with meaning, his fingers tracing circles around your wrist. “With this," Lucifer whispered, his lips grazing the skin of your wrist, "if you ever need me. I will know and I will come to your side."

Lucifer watches as you smile and blush, pleased by your reaction. He can't help but feel a twinge of possessiveness towards you, as if he was slowly but surely drawing you into his world.

“Thank you…” you say softly, aware of how big a deal a gift like this is. Secondary feathers, like primary feathers, do not grow back, but *unlike* primary feathers, unless one loses all of them, their flying won't be impacted. Loss of too many primary feathers will cause either a severe difficulty or, in most cases, the inability to ever fly again. With as much power as these feathers hold, you instantly understand the seriousness of this gift. “Truly… you bless me.”

“I’d want it with no one else. Go home safely and return the same,” he says with a soft kiss to your knuckles.

With a heavy head and a confused heart, you open the portal home and step through, allowing yourself one last glance back at the King of Hell's gentle face.

WHOO! I'm excited to get this off the ground. Things are only gonna get more steamy from here, and part three... Well... Let's just say I'm excited for part 3...

[estinininininen]

Hey FFIV fans, do you ever think about:

• Kain Highwind actually talks a fair bit at the start of the game, was ready to interrupt the meeting with the king, readily gives Cecil unasked for emotional support, and despite holding in his love for Rosa for at least some time, once shit hits the fan he almost immediately blurts it out in Mist

whereas

• Cecil sometimes even late in the game has a real hard time collecting his thoughts and saying them out loud. He freezes up in personal interactions with Golbez and just sorta . . . follows Fusoya's lead on the moon. Our first glimpse of him is brooding on the Red Wings airship and he doesn't say anything to his upset men until they are actively questioning their orders, a big deal in a military to even reach that point. He always moves on quickly to the next goal in conversations (as much just limited dialogue constraints on the SNES but you know). People in Baron were afraid of him as a Dark Knight and Cid and Rosa have to seek him out to get him to talk

and

• the Baron monarchy seems to be elective. Kain has his own inheritance from his biodad. That's the sharp difference between Kain and Cecil's beginning as young men - Cecil has only what the King is able and willing to give him. And the dragoons are a long and storied order, but using dark knights is new for Baron and makes everybody uncertain. Kain ends up angsting over his connection to his dad at the end of the game but he seems emotionally centered with it in the opening, enough that Cecil comments he envies him and Kain doesn't say that's weird of him to feel. And Rosa's mom apparently liked Kain for Rosa instead of Cecil

so . . . it may be that . . . Kain and Cecil before the game starts are the inversion of their popular archetypes that creep into a lot of fan portrayals of them, my own included! Fun! Cecil was the awkward brooding loner and Kain the open, communicative golden child at court. Then everything goes to hell in a handbasket and we see them switch over the course of the game

[stardustand-pearls]

Stay? P.2

Peter Pevensie x reader.

a/n: This is part two, click here for the previous part, or here for my masterlist.

Warnings: slight dizziness, almost falling. Not much!

Enjoy!

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Peter took my hand in his, and pressed his soft lips against it, just like he had in the garden. I felt my cheeks heat up under his intense gaze, and I gathered my skirts to courtesy as low as I could. ”Your Majesty.” I said, bowing my head to avoid his eyes. ”Lady Y/N.” He said, before saying hello to my mother. ”This is my adviser, Argus.” He said, gesturing to a centaur next to him. I bowed my head, as did my mother. ”Shall we get started with the meeting?” Peter proposes, opening the door to his study. I nod and smile, walking into his study. My mother takes a seat at his table, and I take the empty chair next to her. I sit down and look around. This place was not at all how I imagined it. It was filled with books and there was even a piano in the corner. I was pulled out of my thoughts by the voice of my mother. ”I’m so very glad that you agreed to do this, Your Majesty.” My mother says, laying a hand on my shoulder. I force a smile, fidgeting with my hands. I felt the rough fabric of my dress, and the ringing in my ears became louder and louder.

As the meeting unfolds in King Peter's study, the air is thick with formality. The initial awkwardness lingers, but Peter gracefully steers the conversation towards the matters at hand. His adviser, Argus, contributes insights with a calm demeanor. I try to remain composed, though I still feel the hint of a blush on my cheeks.

When the meeting is adjourned, I step outside to get some air, a task made challenging by this corset. I try to loosen it a bit, but without Clara’s help, it’s useless. I place a hand on my waist, taking a few breaths, trying to fight the feeling of suffocation. The sun pricking at my skin made matters worse and I started to fan myself with my hand. I supported myself on the handrail, and the feeling of dizziness became evident. Turning my back to the handrail, I use it as support as I slide down.

I hear footsteps, but I couldn’t turn to see who it was. ”Lady Y/N, are you alright?” I hear a voice say, and I look up, only to see Peters face looking down at me. I insist that I am fine, grabbing the handrail behind me, getting to my feet. As I do, I lose my footing, and I slip. I close my eyes, preparing to hit the hard floor. But before I can, Peter catches me. ”No, you’re not fine.” He objected, sighing deeply. He wrapped a strong arm around my waist, hoisting me up. He walks me over to a bench under a tree, far away from the sun. I sit down, and lean against the rough bark of the tree. The bench is made of stone, and it’s hard and cold. ”I’m terribly sorry I-” he cuts me of with a laugh. ”Don’t apologise,” he smiles ”let me get you some water. When was the last time you ate or drank something?” he questions. ”I’m pretty sure I ate before I left this morning.” I say, fidgeting with my dress. He sighs, and goes to fetch some food for me. He returns a short while later, a platter and a goblet in hand. ”Thank you, Your Majesty. I’m so terribly sorry for this inconvenience I-”

”Don’t. And please, call me Peter.” He insists, smiling. ”Only if you call me Y/N.” He chuckles. ”Deal.” he grinned, reaching his hand out. I smile and shake it. ”Deal.” I take the food from him and I start to eat it. ”Why didn’t you want to tell me your name?” I ask, taking another bite. He turns to me, confusion clear on his face. ”In the garden.” I clarify. He smiles ”Oh. I don’t really know. Though it would be fun. But Edmund needed my help, so I didn’t get a chance to speak to you.” I laugh slightly, and I catch myself looking at his face far too long. ”You’re not how I expected you to be at all.” I revealed. He chuckles slightly, his eyebrows rose. ”What did you expect me to be then?” I shrug.

”More closed up, I suppose?” I explained, struggling to find the right words. He studied my face for what must have been seconds, but it felt like minutes. I couldn’t fight the smile creeping onto my face. ”What?” The corners of his mouth turned up. ”You look beautiful.” He breathed out, his words barely a whisper. I shook my head. I still felt the redness on my face, both my hair and my dress was unruly, and the tiny beads of sweat were still forming. This must have been the worst I’ve ever looked. I turned to look at him, ready to argue. But before I could, I got lost in his eyes. How could I not have noticed his eyes before? They were beautiful. I felt my cheeks heat up, and I looked away. I focused on my hands, picking at my nails. ”Thank you.” I managed to say. He rose from beside me, offering his arm. ”It’s getting late.” I nod, taking his arm. We walk back to the castle in comfortable silence. ”Thank you for today. It was nice” I admitted as we reach my chambers. He hummed in agreement. ”Goodnight Peter.” I said, looking up at him. The last rays of sunshine shone trough his hair, making it shimmer like gold. ”Goodnight Milady.” He teased, and I barked out a laugh. ”I though we had a deal.” Mischief flashes through his eyes as he shrugs. ”Goodnight Peter.” I announce yet again, opening the door to my chambers and walking in. As the heavy door closes I lean against it, breathing out. ”Clara!” I exclaim, not wanting to be in this godforsaken corset anymore. She quickly walks into my room. She immediately knows what I need help with, and she undoes the intricate lace of my corset. I gasp, air filling my lungs. ”Thank you.” I murmur, getting the rest of my dress off.

I slowly climb into bed, my muscles aching. As soon as my head hit the pillow I felt the drowsiness wash over me, my eyelids heavy. Within minutes I was asleep, the quiet sounds of my breathing filled the room.

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[the-desilittle-bird]

AN- I just thought, why not 🤣🤣🤣. Also, Rhaenys is dead for the sake of this…

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

HoTD Preference

First Meeting

Characters- Daemon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Otto Hightower, Corlys Velaryon, Cregan Stark & Criston Cole

Warnings - Incest (Targaryen)

Daemon ‘Rogue Prince’ Targaryen

You are either a noble or a part of the extended Targaryen family. Possibly a sister of Aemma.

If you are just a noble lady, then you meet at the court. Possibly at a ball thrown by the King or at a tourney, when he asked for your favour.

If you are a Targaryen (Aemma’s sister, as I am imagining), you meet at your sister’s wedding to Prince Viserys.

You two spend the entire time giggling and laughing and drinking.

Perhaps he spare you a rare dance or two.

You two fully enjoy your time together.

Aemond ‘One-Eyed’ Targaryen

You are most probably a noble lady from one of the Great Houses of Westeros, maybe a Stark or a Lannister or a Tyrell.

Your father or your brother is looking for a perfect betrothal. A good husband and a promise of alliance between your house and his.

Alicent Hightower deems you worthy for her second son.

You two met when you traveled to King’s Landing with your father.

A stroll through the gardens or perhaps a personal supper.

The first meeting was awkward with barely any words spoken, but after a few such meetings, you start to open up to each other.

Otto ‘Hand of the King’ Hightower

You are a Targaryen; younger sister to Viserys and Daemon.

You meet Otto when he is appointed the Hand of the King to the Old King Jaehaerys.

You wish not to marry for alliance; and everyone seems to respect it, surprisingly.

After his wife dies, you become a friend of his.

As much as you love your brothers; you don’t like how Daemon seems to always fight with each other.

You and Otto spend your time together reading and playing chess; or if you have any interest in politics, then you two discuss politics sometimes.

Corlys ‘Sea Snake’ Velaryon

You are a Lannister; sister of Jason Lannister and Lady Regent of Casterly Rock until he marries Johanna Westerling.

You and Rhaenys had always been quite close to each other.

You meet Corlys for the first time at her funeral in Driftmark.

You offer your condolences to him about her death; to which, he only smiles and nods.

He calls you for a supper when you are in Driftmark.

You reminisce your memories of Rhaenys with him and once, your back in Casterly Rock, you send ravens back and forth.

Cregan ‘Wolf of the North’ Stark

You are Rhaenyra’s first born and the only true born Velaryon. The star of your mother’s and father’s eyes.

You are sent to the North to gain alliance with the North on dragon back.

You tamed the Bronze Fury, much to Daemon’s delight. His mere presence made the Northerners freeze with fear.

Cregan welcomed you to the North with a light small smile and a hand on your back.

You handed him the scroll written by your step father.

You later came to know that you have been betrothed to him.

Criston ‘Kingmaker’ Cole

You were a respected lady of House Dondarrion, where he and his father served.

He had asked for your favour in a tourney held in the joy of your name day.

You had been startled by his handsome features and shy behaviour.

Next, you see him when your house attends a celebration after Princess Rhaenyra’s wedding.

You were the one to seek a conversation out with him.

You two jested about all the fat lords and the envious ladies in search of a suitor all night.

[tarotwithlove]

PICK-A-CARD 🪼ೕ single since birth · your first partner (suggested by anon)

in today’s pac we will be answering the following questions regarding your first relationship:

- how will you meet this person?

- what will your first impression of each other be?

- what will your relationship be like?

- physical attributes and other identifying factors.

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit.

BOOK A READING WITH ME · LINKTREE · SUGGEST A PAC TOPIC · TIPS ♡ tips and feedback are highly appreciated!

GROUP ONE

cards pulled: justice (reversed), eight of pentacles, eight of pentacles (reversed), eight of cups (reversed), four of wands (reversed), seven of pentacles (reversed), nine of pentacles, seven of swords, king of wands (reversed). 

channelled songs: let me down slowly by alec benjamin. not mine by day6. wake up by bahja rodriguez. amusement park by baekhyun.

my dear group one ♡ you and this person may meet in an environment that is strict, with a lot of rules and regulations. this, of course, pertains to academic and professional settings, like a class or office place. but i am also getting that you may meet while playing a game (physical, not a video game) or at an adventure park that you may visit with friends, or friends and friends of friends. this meeting will be quite coincidental, and will make you both feel as if it is thanks to fate that your paths crossed. interestingly enough—and only for some of you—you may part ways for some time and reunite a few months or even years later. this may, then, be someone you have already met and parted ways with.

the first impression that you and your first partner have of each other is that you’re equally as inept when it comes to interpersonal relationships—and not just with regard to love and romantic relationships. your first conversations may be awkward, with your person often stumbling over their words and saying things they later regret because of how overwhelmed and intimidated they feel in the moment. this won’t be anything bad per se, rather them telling stupid jokes, sharing random facts, or going on long spiels about their interests, in ways that you might enjoy or find endearing but that make them slap their head and ask “why did i say that??” as soon as they’re alone. you may start off thinking of this person as someone who is intelligent yet otherwise mediocre while your first partner’s first impression of you may be that you are somewhat of an insecure person who doesn’t see their own attractiveness.

in this relationship, your person may be doing most of the work. they may reach out first, ask you out first, and take most of the control, but i feel as if it is done willingly because they have more romantic experience than you. kind of like, showing you the ropes. but it’s also as if they want to spoil you as much as possible because of how long they had been waiting to be in this relationship with you; because of how long they had been waiting to have you as their partner. this relationship may also be one in which you feel comfortable enough to explore your sexuality, especially in a way you haven’t been able to in the past because of your single status. though, of course, it comes with its own hardships. you may be closed off and aloof because of how unfamiliar romantic relationships are for you, often pushing your partner to the limits of their patience.

this person may have prominent cancer, aquarius, and/or virgo placements. they may be south asian, southeast asian (of south asian or southeast asian descent) with light to dark brown skin even if they are of a different race or ethnicity. they may have an emotionless look about them—kind of like a “resting bitch face”, with any sternness dissipating the moment that they smile. this person may also be energetic and physically fit; they may like to exercise and spend time outdoors, in particular, they may enjoy hiking, canoeing, and rowing. they also give off an effortlessly confident energy, as if they know who they are and what they stand for and, thus, could not be bothered by anyone else’s opinions of them.

GROUP TWO

cards pulled: eight of swords (reversed), nine of wands, justice (reversed), the hanged man, seven of cups (reversed), knight of wands, nine of wands, the hermit, six of cups (reversed).

channelled songs: you give good love by whitney houston. million dollar man by lana del rey. why didn’t you stop me? by mitski. u by baekhyun.

my dear group two ♡ you and this person may meet in a medical or stressful environment. for some, you may meet in the waiting area of a hospital or airport. this will be stressful either because someone is in labour or because a flight has been delayed (likely due to weather). you may end up chatting with this person to pass the time, and because i feel that they are more extroverted than you it may be them who starts the conversation.

your first impression of this person will likely be more a distant observation that they seem frantic and full of panicked energy. you will likely notice them pacing across the room, on the phone as they try to explain their situation to someone or try to close a business deal despite how hectic everything around them is. you may be fully absorbed in a book until they grab your attention with their movements and the hushed sound of their hurried conversation, yet once they do grab your attention it’s hard to take your eyes off them. you’ll probably keep peeking at them out of curiosity, occasionally accidentally making and breaking eye contact until they finish and eventually sit down beside you. their first impression of you may be that you're the complete opposite of them, in attitude and in appearance. you are likely more down-to-earth, humble and introverted… i’m not too familiar with bridget jones as a character but i’m also being urged to say that you’re likely more of a “bridget jones type” (maybe more physically than in personality, for some). or at least that is their first impression of you. they may initially see you as an intellectual and calm person, as someone with whom they can have a nice, distracting conversation. they will be drawn to you because, in that moment, they need a bit of the calm that you exude.

your relationship may be one that causes you a certain amount of stress. your first partner is likely someone who is fairly busy, business-oriented, and wealthy. they prioritise work and their image, because in their line of work image is what gets them the furthest. because of this, they may push you to change the way you dress or get you to join them in the gym or in participating in physically exhaustive activities. this person will push you to grow in many ways, and while you may learn new things about yourself in this relationship, and get new opportunities through this relationship, it may come to a point where it overwhelms and stresses you out more than anything. like i said, this person is very focused on their image, they are incredibly appearance-focused, in such a way that might do nothing more than make you self-conscious and insecure at every moment. your partner may also spend a lot of time travelling for work and, as they are quite attractive and outgoing, you may find yourself growing anxious that they will cheat on you while they’re away from you.

in this relationship, and as your anxiety grows, you may find yourself doing things and agreeing to things out of a fear that if you do not you will lose your person—such as dyeing your hair, getting surgery or dental work, losing/gaining weight, and/or moving somewhere to be closer to them.

your first partner may be someone who is quite a bit older than you. i’m getting the words “father figure” so they might be 40-50+ and have children—even if they are younger than this, they may still have children or a child. they may have prominent sagittarius and/or pisces placements, and are likely of greek, italian, or south asian descent. physically, they may be lean and taller than you. sometimes you may look at them and think about how they could have been a model, and actually could still be a model if they decided to go that route. they also likely look younger than they actually are, or they carry themselves in such a way that subverts your expectations of age and what it actually means to grow older. professionally, they may be a lawyer or senior executive who is now making a change in their career, such as starting a business of their own or going into a more artsy career, such as film direction.

GROUP THREE

cards pulled: five of cups, nine of pentacles, eight of cups, six of cups (reversed), ten of wands (reversed), two of swords (reversed), nine of wands (reversed), ten of wands, the tower, eight of cups (reversed), the moon, four of wands (reversed), four of pentacles. 

channelled songs: first to last by danger incorporated. no choir by florence + the machine. nobody by miraa may. un village by baekhyun.

my dear group three ♡ you may meet at a particularly bad time in both of your lives, or at a place that brings back more ‘bad’, stressful, and embarrassing memories than anything else, such as at a college or university. or in the aftermath of graduating from college or university, or in the aftermath of leaving a stressful job. for some, you may meet at a club, gathering, or after a night out that leaves you moody and hungover. meeting them may make you feel hopeful about life again; as if all your stresses are manageable because this person is in your life.

your first impression of this person may be a fleeting one. you probably see them around town, or notice them as they pass you by without thinking too much, only to have a “hey! i think i know you!” moment when you actually meet for the first time. you may think of them as someone who is busy and motivated, but also closed-off and in their own little world. likely because they are always rushing around, and don’t divulge more than they actually need to in any given situation. you may also think of them as intimidating because they are so much more mature and put together than you are—or, at least, that is how you see them from your first impression of them.

the messages for this group are kind of hard to get out, as if your first impressions of each other are far too flimsy and ephemeral…

when it comes to your first partner’s first impression of you, it is likely that they see you as someone who is overworked and overburdened. they may see you in a place of transit, such as an airport or bus station, and think that you must be so overwhelmed with the amount of bags you are carrying. their first impression of you might not be all too pleasant, maybe thinking of you as dishevelled or not well put together because when they first see you it is at a particularly ill-opportune time, only for this impression to change when you actually meet for the first time. they may initially think of you as an argumentative person who picks fights, judges others over their perceived flaws, and gossips needlessly. they may initially think of you as unintellectual and, to some extent, below them or just not their type.

this may not only be your first relationship, but also your first love and the first time you’ve felt so strongly about another person. you may have had crushes in the past, but these are nothing in comparison to the depth of what you feel for your first partner, to the extent that it might actually shock you and leave you questioning what exactly these feelings are. it is likely that you will end up marrying this person, but the more serious this relationship becomes the more you may find yourself disengaging and pushing your person away. the moment it clicks for you that this may be permanent and not just a fleeting or casual relationship, may be the very moment you start to subconsciously self-sabotage.

this relationship will push you to face your own hang-ups and beliefs about relationships, love, and marriage. it will also push you to be more mature in that you will have to voice your upsets and disagreements, make compromises, and be brave instead of running away when times get tough. this relationship will change you into a better person, in many ways. it is a relationship that will help you to reach your full potential, both in your romantic and professional life. especially in your professional life, as this person will ensure that you follow your dreams and take risks in your career you may be too scared to take. this person may come from a strict background, or a background where they felt they were never loved or supported enough, and that is why they are so vocal in their love and support of you. they are purposeful to not replicate those same patterns in your relationship—most of all because they want to have children with you, want to be the best possible parent, and want to create a loving family and home.

when it comes to your person’s appearance, they may be a bit insecure about what they look like–at least in some way. despite this, they still look after their appearance and make sure they look neat and representable. they likely have long, thick hair and/or a well-kept beard and crooked or discoloured teeth. they likely have clear, glowy, brown or sunkissed skin or a glow about them that gives them a calm, happy look. they may also be buddhist, or someone who considers themselves more spiritual than religious. for some, i’m getting that they’re someone who finds god in nature and in everything all around them. they’re also a huge nature and animal lover! professionally, there’s a fun little mix of careers here... for some, this person may be a bit of a transient, enjoying life instead of jumping into a career. they might be a surfer who works on the beach or by the seaside, taking any job that comes their way. in other cases, they may be a student or someone who is more concerned with academia and their education than with a job. they may also plan to be a teacher or divorce lawyer, if they are not already one.

GROUP FOUR

cards pulled: eight of wands (reversed), ten of cups, ten of wands, eight of cups (reversed), five of cups, seven of pentacles, strength, ace of swords, ace of cups (reversed), king of wands (reversed), strength.

channelled songs: river by maya b. cozy by beyoncé. priority by ré lxuise. dreamer by nct 127.

my dear group four ♡ before i even started to pull your cards the word “malayalam” came to mind, so you may meet this person in kerala, india, or in a language or cultural exchange group. this may also just be a language either you or both of you speak! you and this person may meet in an environment that you are wholly familiar and comfortable with; in your city where you often travel, at a class, or at a wedding. the movie comrades: almost a love story actually also comes to mind, so you might meet this person as they look for new connections, friends, and other resources in a city with which they are entirely unfamiliar. you may speak a bit of their language, at least enough to communicate what’s necessary, and may also be able to help them learn the language of your new city.

your first impression of this person will kind of be that they’re a lost puppy, all shy and confused and much like you when you were first learning to stand on your own two feet. you may feel a responsibility over them and want to look after them, or at least help them settle in because of how alone and without support they seem to be. i also get the feeling that they aren’t dressed appropriately for the city’s weather—for example, they may be wearing a turtleneck and a coat because the winter they’re used to is not at all like the winter in this city. with all this combined, it might be more apt to say that your first impression of your first partner is one of pity and sympathy. you may have both moved to this city, or you may have similar experience with being out of your comfort zone and eventually settling in, which makes this person almost instantly feel safe around you. as this is a first impression, you may not even have to say anything, but they may instinctively know that you and they are the same in some way. they may also admire you from the very first meeting. you’ve managed to build a life for yourself in a way they can only wish to.

it's interesting that we have strength and the ace of swords for what your relationship will be like, so you and this person are likely both equally determined, hard-headed or, for lack of another word, dominant. while at first you may think of this person as defenceless, the more comfortable you become with each other and the more comfortable they become in their surroundings, the more you’ll start to see that they are anything but. and that’s not to say that they are violent or anything bad like that, but rather that you may be so similar that you often challenge each other and get on each other’s nerves. you both are heavily focused on your own goals and, so, without even really needing to discuss it or worry about it, you may both come to the agreement that the relationship comes second and your own personal careers and achievements come first. it’s likely that this relationship is a short-term one. you both provide each other with exactly what you need in this period of your lives (comfort, companionship, understanding) but will outgrow each other once this has passed.

this person may have prominent water or fire placements. they either have very pale or very dark skin. whatever facial features they have are kind of turned up to a 100, for example they could be a white european with bright blue eyes and thin, blond hair or an indian with dark skin, a hooked nose and thick hair, or a black american with dark skin, a wide nose, and big lips (etc). it might be most succinct to say that they have pronounced features or a “stereotypical” appearance—especially one that stands out in the city that they have moved to. and this doesn’t go for race and ethnicity alone, but for gender too and the way that they express their gender—for example, if they are a stud or a butch lesbian they are very stereotypical in how they dress and carry themselves.

and that’s not to say it’s a bad thing, obviously! it’s just an observation. in the case of gender, in particular, it may even be a dolly parton/bruce springsteen situation, where they play into gender stereotypes and use gender as a performance. professionally, this person is incredibly skilled, talented and educated, but may be unemployed when you meet them.

[the-plantlikefishie-dafi-writes]

Agreement with the Sun

An Arataki Itto x Reader Fanfic

Tags: Arataki Itto x Ruler!Reader, Fake Marriage, Made-up means of governance for Inazuma haha, SLOW BURN (At least I think it is <3), Reader is reserved but a little arrogant, Workaholic Reader, Himbo! Arataki Itto, Sunshine Arataki Itto, Eventual Fluff

Author's Note: Wow I actually gained the courage and posted this fic! Constructive criticism is much welcomed! Take note, I got too silly...

First Sunrise, First Moonfall - A Child of Ame-no-Uzume

🎶 O, Sunkissed Moon, beloved by the Sun, Its rays kiss your face, love questioned by none 🎶

He didn’t know what he expected. But, definitely not this.

If only he could get into a spar right now. Bust some bad guys with a jab, left-right, and a 'kapow!' that would be sure to wake him! But instead, the insanely boring stacks and stacks of papers made his eyes heavy even though he usually slept with his eyes open. Like, dude, what were these even for? It was a waste of good trees if you ask Itto.

If only he could catch some awesome beetles, he would have some fun with a bunch of kids by now and finally break his ridiculous losing streak which has been a major headache! However, two out of three cups of tea got cold from the incredibly long conversation by nerds who he would rather not upset unless he wanted to live in a nightmare.

Without having anything fun to do, he just spaced out. After all, Itto was surrounded by walls made of the finest purple silk and materials. Its design resembled the gentle waves of the sea and the eloquent color of electro. He eyed the gifts of foreign jade trinkets, placed proudly on quality wooden tables and the illuminating lanterns crested with Inazuma’s proud element. The scent of fine sakura perfume wafted through the air in the dim yet well lit room in Tenshukaku.

Man. He shouldn’t be spacing out like this! He is Arataki Itto for archon’s sake! The Arataki "Above All, Bold-Blooded" Itto! He can do whatever he wants… So why couldn’t he do all those he would rather do?

Well, it was because of you, The reigning ruler of Inazuma. He didn’t realize there was another ruler other than the Raiden Shogun. He didn’t really care who is in charge of Inazuma as long as he can live life as much as he wants, but maybe, you were also the reason why the humans became friendly to the onis and the rest of the yokai. He huffed, only a little as to not interrupt the conversation you and Shinobu had.

If only he wasn’t so awesomely charming and handsome that night!

You were just looking around that night. You were tiny, small compared to him, maybe, a little shy. With your cloaked figure, were you possibly a traveler?

"Hey, man! You look like you ain't around here!" he chirped as he tapped your shoulder and his hand returned to his hips. "Enjoying the festival so far?"

"Oh. I actually live in Inazuma. I just don't come out often." "An introvert! Hey, gotta respect that. You know, a lot of cool people I know are introverts like the renowned golden-haired traveler! Savior of Dragons, Conqueror of the Abyss, Teyvat's hero! Too bad, they ain't here though. Miss 'em." You nodded at his words as you dropped your hood down. And here it is, Itto always knew he was talented since birth at making friends! You finally lowered your guard, and you even gave him a smile.

…Hm? Pretty?

"Haha. I did meet them. I'm glad they reunited." Oh, so you knew the Traveler’s goals too? You’d have to get pretty close to them to do that. Just who are you, small mysterious person? "I haven't enjoyed the festival yet. I don't really know what to do," you added with fingertips pressed together and an awkward smile.

A smile curled up and a loud boisterous voice emerged from Itto, "Hahaha! Well, you are in luck, my compadre! I, Arataki the "Festival King of Fun and Revelry" Itto is here to serve you! When there's fun to be had, I am most undoubtedly there!" Oh, he could feel that adrenaline pumping into his veins! He has to get the gang into this! He looked over at his growing gang and shouted, "Hey, guys! Let's show 'em how to rock a real Festival!"

That was how the great Arataki Itto managed to get the seemingly-uptight you to a night of holler and laughs. What surprised him the whole night was not during the height of the clinking drinks and shared enthusiasm, but during the distant singing of an old man and the diminishing hype of the night. Shinobu had just pointed out your status as ruler, as the esteemed sun of Inazuma.

No way. No way.

You know how to party, he'll give you that. But, he can't believe he has been picking up, carrying you, oni-handling the second-in-command from the Raiden Shogun like a bunch of boxes… For the whole night no less!

He was also crazy loud, and he hoped he didn't say a joke that was offensive that could ruin his 150-day streak without getting into jail.

He began to shove the feeling of cold sweat in the backroom of his mind, and Itto smirked as his pointer and thumb framed the chin of his gorgeous face, "Heh, looks like Arataki the "Festival king of Fun and Revelry" served a hotshot tonight! Was my service just as awesome as you expected, esteemed sun?"

You let out a laugh. "Mister Arataki, you are adorable."

Shinobu and Itto flinched and widened their eyes. A hoot of laughter was so unusual to see from someone who is deemed stoic by the public. And, a compliment? Surely, Itto has greatly achieved many things tonight compared to everyone else in Inazuma. Of course, it is expected of the oni king! And, "Mister Arataki"? Prissy and pretty name to add to the long list of titles and all, but where did the sudden politeness come from? He just remembered that you were calling him "Itto" as the whole gang hollered while you were trying to scoop some goldfish.

"Of course, I had fun," you grinned.

Phew. Good thing you aren't nitpicky. He bowed exaggeratedly as he chuckled, "I am glad to be of service."

Itto knew you could see how his head was getting bigger than his body now. You smiled a little wider, "I enjoyed it so much that…"

Huh. There's more? Well, he was ready for you to compliment his entertaining charm.

"I wish to be your betrothed. Arataki Itto, will you marry me?" Itto witnessed you shine and sparkle to coax him to agree— you placed your hand on your chest as you knelt down on one knee, staring into his eyes with eager glee.

….HUH?

You met eyes with your day-dreaming future husband, and gave him a welcoming smile in the midst of an important discussion, cold tea, and stacked papers. It was a little forced, but the way he smiled back was so genuine and infectious, your true eloquent smile appeared. His infectious aura and presence was what made you enjoy that night and what made you choose him.

Good. He is the perfect candidate as a husband for you: an intimidating resting face everyone will cower in fear from, then the friendliest smile that knows no inequality, inclusive and outgoing personality, the leader of a gang that has been giving itself a good name in recent years, and no true influence to the government of Inazuma.

You were glad to have met him that night.

It was your time to rest in the stuffy yet plain room. Tired eyes fluttered to the beautiful sights of the Festival. Dancing sakura petals of the wind waltz with the lights of the city. The hustle and bustle sang and harmonized with the music of Inazuma. Culture of games, masks and silk infested the streets to satisfy the people and Yokai. Commissioner Kamisato was right; the Shirasagi Himegimi outdid herself this time. The night was too alluring to stay in your room as warmth started to bubble in your heart. Maybe, you won’t spend your night in your stuffy room today.

Indeed, those elders would criticize and lecture you, but at the very best, those grimy sons or selfish daughters of theirs will have no room in your work and your thoughts. At the very least, in your marriage with Itto, he wouldn’t do much for Inazuma other than some minor inconveniences. He would do his own things, and you would do yours. He wouldn’t have any problems with money, shelter, and clothing, and you wouldn’t have any problems with annoying suitors. Now, you have a reason to turn them down.

You also gave your husband his freedom to love whoever he wants.

In the lengthy contract that cited rules and regulations and written agreements between the Arataki Gang Leader and the Esteemed Sun of Inazuma, there, you have written: “The Esteemed Sun of Inazuma, □⁠□⁠□□, agrees for the Arataki Gang Leader, Arataki Itto, to have a romantic or sexual relationship outside of the contractual marriage between the two parties.”

“Hm, are you sure you want this part to be in the contract? Won’t it cause some kind of scandal? It might not jeopardize you, esteemed sun. But the Arataki gang will face grave repercussions." Kuki Shinobu voiced out.

How lucky was Arataki Itto to have a jack of all trades like her? You got a little envious, but the feeling hid behind the curtain. "Dear Kuki, is someone with the likes of Itto even interested in romance?" you whispered.

She actually pondered on your joke, but you pressed on with a grin. "Either way, please notify me if he plans to have a lover. I will make a scandal wherein I have another lover as well as make the narrative sympathize with Itto. Now, they won't be so rude if they think with their little heads. To kill the attention on me, I will announce something beneficial to Inazuma’s-"

"Wait," Itto tapped in, long fingers playing a rhythm to the dark wood. "You're going to sacrifice your reputation? For me to have my own lover?" He raised his brow.

"Of course? My "love life" won't affect my service.”

“Aren’t you technically my lover according to this contract?”

“Well, do you love me?”

“Uh…”

“Think of this as a marriage for convenience, Itto,” you gently smiled, mostly because he was cute, but slightly you placed him at a corner. “We don’t have to love each other.”

"Heh! Well, think again, sunshine!" He crossed his arms and widely opened his mouth. "I'm not gonna be some kind of cheating jerk and fail this marriage! I ain't gonna fall in love with anyone or ain't gonna make out with anyone else but my future wife! I am gonna be an awesome and committed husband as granny oni taught!"

Honestly, you stifle a laugh. "Is that so? It isn’t really cheating since we don’t have feelings for each other, and this relationship is obviously one of empty commitment. You will get bore-"

Before you could add anything, you could feel Itto's hand grab yours as he brought it to his lips. "Then, I'll use my good ol' Arataki "The Handsome Oni" Itto charm to make you fall for me" he winked.

You pondered. Does he read those cheesy light novels?

DON’T PLAGIARIZE, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORKS.

Thank you and God bless!

[iliektehhaxs]

NSFW Alphabet - Joshua Rosfield Edition

Pairing: Joshua Rosfield/Reader Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors DNI Author's Note: Good god this took me a hot minute, apologies for the delay! Enjoy reading about everyone's favorite blonde bird.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Out of all of the FFXVI boys, he is the KING of aftercare. Knows what you need before you even ask, meticulously kisses every bruise and mark on your body, wraps you in his hold like a cocoon and doesn’t let go.

Dedicated to your comfort, he gently wipes at your shaky legs, voice soft and soothing.

“I know my love, you did so well,” he coos, a hand rubbing comforting circles against your thighs. “Let me take care of you, just sit back and relax.”

Once he’s done he massages every ache, kisses every bruise. He pulls your hair back, smoothes it over and revels in how you melt into the sheets.

Eyes closed in bliss, you reply. “What have I done to deserve you?”

A soft chuckle escapes him. “I often wonder the same about you.” While sex with Joshua is amazing, you could argue that the pampering you get afterward is even better.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your breasts. He loves how they look in a tunic, he loves how they look bare, he loves how they move when he thrusts into you, Joshua is simply a boob man.

Similarly to his brother, he loves watching your face, your cute reactions are the highlight of his day.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

The first time he made you squirt it was unexpected. You thought he would be angry, so when you looked up and saw him staring at the bedsheets you were ready to apologize, only to be interrupted instead.

“You can do that?” He asked, fascinated. 

Nervously, you nod. “Rarely. I didn’t mean to do it but your fingers felt really nice and I couldn’t hold it back—”

“Wait, what do you mean ‘hold it back’?”

Silence, then his thumb gently rubs on your oversensitive clit. “My love, have you been hiding this from me?”

This time you can’t keep silent, his fingers drawing out soft whines from your lips. “I didn’t want you to get upset—”

There’s a determination in his eyes, as if a fire had been lit underneath him. Suddenly his fingers resume their vigorous pace, your pleas falling on deaf ears.

“If I had known…” He chuckles, watching your cunt squeeze against his fingers. “Well, I guess I’ll have to make up for lost time.” And make up for lost time he did. A new record was set for how many times you could come in one single night, and it was not an exaggeration to say that you could not walk in the morning. It was, however, an awkward conversation when Joshua had to ask Otto for new sheets.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not much of a secret, but he is very, VERY submissive. Initially he was the dominant one but a slip up in the bedroom made you realize just how willing he was to let you take the lead, and ever since you’ve been the one who takes care of him.

Your thighs burn with exhaustion, holding onto his shoulders as you bounce on his cock. He looks so pretty underneath you, red and flushed while he holds your hips steady.

“My love, my love…” He’s lost himself in the feeling of your cunt, not truly aware of anything beyond how tight you feel around him. You’re no better off, a thick haze of lust clouding your senses. 

“I’m yours, gods above—“ he whines against your collarbone, pulls you down against him and mouths desperately at your chest. 

“Yeah? You treat me so well Joshua,” you moan, stroking his head as you grind into his lap. “So well behaved, aren’t you?”

Something changes in the air, you can practically feel him fall apart when you speak. You test your theory, bringing his head upwards to meet your eyes.

“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you Joshua?”

The noise he lets out is pornographic.

“Yes, yes, so good, please—“

You move faster against his length, pushing him into the sheets with a heavy hand. “That’s right, darling. You like it when I compliment you, don’t you?” 

He cries, whimpers your name as you lean in to speak his praises in his ear. “My pretty boy, mine to use as I wish, isn’t that right?”

You feel it before you hear it, the warmth that spread throughout your body as he calls your name with a shout. His breathing is ragged, hips thrusting into you with abandon as his seed spills into you. Already he stutters between moans, apologies leaving his lips.

“‘M sorry, sorry—“ Another shudder renders him pliant. “Didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, let me—“

You cut him off with another rise and fall of your hips, watching in bliss as he falls against the sheets limp.

“It’s okay baby, don’t worry,” you gently caress his cheek, kiss sloppily at his lips and swallow his delicious pleas. “I know you can’t help it, so I’ll help train you, alright?”

You coo at him, fall back onto his cock with force and grin when his eyes roll back. “We’ll keep going until I’ve had my fill, my love.”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Had no experience beforehand, so everything he knows is from experimentation with you. I have a headcanon that he may not be physically experienced, but he is a very learned man, and probably read some less-than-appropriate material in his adolescence. 

It was actually a surprise when he told you he never had sex before, because he sure didn’t act like it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl, goes absolutely nuts for it. The sway of your breasts, the loud slap of your thighs against his, the lost expression on your face when he hits just the right spot—

Anyway, he really likes you being on top.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s fluid, he can switch it up at a moment's notice, it just depends on the mood. It’s not uncommon for him to crack a sly joke or two. However, when he really gets in the mood he goes total subspace, so you have to be very attentive to his wants and needs and take care of him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very groomed. A habit he learned growing up as the prince (and was also hammered into him by his mother).

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He shows his intimacy through action rather than words. Holds you close, kisses you anywhere he can, rubs your aches and pains and warms you with his body heat.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t (unless you tell him to.)

He is a very patient man, and thrives off the wait. He will purposely hold off his own pleasure until he can pull you away.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise - He will never stop complimenting you, even over the littlest things. Pleasure Dom/Switch - If he doesn’t make you come at least three times you’re not leaving, period. Could be crying with overstimulation and will still hold off to watch you shake above him.

Intercrural - Sometimes he doesn’t need to slide into your cunt, your thighs do well enough.

Mutual Masturbation - Watches mesmerized when you touch yourself, just the thought of him watching makes you this horny? He’s on cloud nine.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom, or anywhere where he’s certain you won’t be interrupted for at least a while and you’re allowed to be loud. He doesn’t enjoy the idea of someone walking in, and would rather take his time.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you subtly tease him throughout the day. The kind of touches that linger just too long, or the kind of looks that betray what you’re thinking of at the moment.

You’ve been teasing him all day, subtle in all the right ways. Of course it’s natural for couples to hug, but what the others don’t see is your hand creeping up to play with the strings of his tunic.

Of course you can kiss your boyfriend, but when you bite his lip softly as you leave he wonders if it’s simply the summer heat or if you’re the one who has made him sweat.

He might go insane if you keep this up.

There’s only so much he can take, he is only a man. He watches you from behind, admires your figure as you bend over, only to feel his cock throb when he notices your bare thighs underneath your dress.

Your thighs, and a lack of underwear.

This isn't fair. None of this is fair, and when you walk over to him with a coy smile there’s a sick little voice in his head that wants to grab you by the arm and bend you over—

“What are you thinking about Joshua?”

Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

You sway side to side, and his eyes can’t help to be glued to your dress, suddenly aware that anyone could have seen your little display.

“My love, are you busy?”

“Not at all,” you hum. “Why do you ask?”

“I think maybe we should have a very long chat,” he says, holding you by the hand before briskly dragging you away. “It would be best for us to continue this in our bed chambers.”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that involves permanent damage to you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Guys, listen to me, and listen to me well. All of the FFXVI boys are munches, but Joshua is a DEVOURER. PUT THAT PRETTY BLOND BIRD ON HIS KNEES. HOLD HIM BY THE HAIR AND WATCH HIM GET PUSSY DRUNK, HE HAS A VERY REAL CHANCE OF SUFFOCATING BETWEEN YOUR LEGS. 

Just hear me out for a second: You’re lying in bed, Joshua’s between your legs working magic against your pussy, you’ve come at least twice now but he’s not stopping. The third has you floating, pushing against him for a break but he just pulls you back with an unknown strength and doesn’t let his mouth stop moving for a second. From the little you can see his face is completely drenched, pupils fully dilated and you can barely see the blue in them anymore. Boy is talking MAGIC to your pussy as he grinds against the sheets, a small part of you wonders if he’s come yet but it doesn’t seem to matter, he just keeps fucking going and pressing you down each time you arch away from him.

Anyway Joshua Rosfield is the munch of munches don’t argue with me on this.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

When he’s domming he’s very relaxed, a very romantic and sensual lover. When he’s being dommed he gets so whiny and desperate it’s beyond adorable, will grab at you and beg and won’t shut up unless you give him a reason to or gag him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t have an appetite for it, maybe if the two of you were especially desperate he’d indulge, but Joshua would rather take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, but you’d be the one to initiate.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s always been sickly at a young age, and the effects of that have carried over as he’s grown. However, unlike the other men, what he lacks in stamina he makes up for in detail. While he may only be able to go for two rounds, they are very long, drawn out sessions. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

If you’re comfortable with the idea, he’d be willing to try. He’s most interested in being tied up.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s very fair, but 9/10 you’re going to be the dominant one in the relationship. Please tease him, he’ll be so well-behaved for you.

He breathes in deeply, holds you tight to him as your hand languidly strokes his length. Up, down, and back up again, you squeeze a bit and revel at the pathetic keen that rises from his throat.

You shush him gently, spreading the precum that drips from his tip with your thumb. “Gimme a color darling.”A sniffle, and then— “Green, please, keep going.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s LOUD, he wants you to have zero doubts about how good you make him feel, whines and whimpers and begs like a good boy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Mommy kink. This counts as a dirty secret as well.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

5.9 inches on the skinny side, uncut and REALLY sensitive. His tip turns a pretty bright red when you overstimulate him and leaks like crazy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

While more behaved than the other men it really doesn’t take him a lot to get going, if you pull him away to a secluded room and kiss him until his lips bruise he’ll do anything you say.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Makes sure all your needs are met, and then it’s lights out. Likes to press himself into your chest and spoon you as he does.