#my partner's idea for a return gift for the friend of their friend that got me the mcdonald's kirbs

[kirby-the-gorb]

[radio-writes]

Keep All Your Worries Aside

Alastor on his partner's birthday - Headcanons

Warnings: implied power imbalance, slight manipulation

Tags: Alastor x reader, gn reader, fluff, self indulgent as hell

MDNI

Alastor used to adore birthdays when he was alive. It was the perfect time to get to know people; friends and targets alike.

He also got the chance to earn the person's favor, which was never a downside to him. He never knew when it would be useful to have those people on his side, after all.

Whenever he had partners in his lifetime, whether just for show or out of genuine care for their company, he spoiled the ever living heart out of them. Dinner, gifts, dancing, his absolute undivided attention—whatever they wanted and more he made sure to give it all to them.

It was unconsciously an addicting habit for him. He loved the way it made them so happy. How he knew he was the cause of their smiles and hence could just take it away any time he wanted to. How it made them so thankful to get to spend such a special time with him.

After he died, however, the excitement over birthdays was all but left behind in the mortal part of his existence.

Alastor didn't see the point of celebrating a birthday, specially when in Hell. After all, he was hard pressed to even find anyone that was happy about being born into this world, only to be stuck in such a miserable cesspool in the end.

And besides, not a lot of wandering souls even revealed that much of themselves anymore. Something as personal as a birthday was often kept a secret, in fear of it being used against them somehow.

Perhaps, sarcastically, he has brought up the idea here and there. If he knew it brought some sort of anguish or misery to some lowly sinner, why wouldn't he? 

But when it was his darling partner who just openly shared such information with him? Oh, he just couldn't help but to be interested.

Such a little act showed how much they trusted him, and he couldn't just let that go unpaid, could he? It would mean he would owe them, after all.

Alastor found that his old habits came back a lot faster than he expected them to. He found himself dragging his darling out all around the pentagram—whether they wanted to go or not—showing them off, showing them the sights, showing them a generally great time with his arm looped around theirs.

He bought every single thing they even glanced at, but he didn't dare burden their arms with holding it all. No, he had his shadow creatures trailing behind, carrying all his gifts for them.

Couldn't he just simply bring them into their room at the hotel? Of course! Easily so with a snap of his fingers. But that wouldn't be as fun as getting to show off just how well he could provide for his partner.

It's only when his dear finally asked him to ease up on the fanfare—they feared the trail of shadows would cause a traffic accident at this point—did Alastor finally stop and just transported their gifts to the hotel.

He took them out dancing, shopping, drinking. Always had a hand on them no matter what, to keep them close.

He found that old giddy feeling in his chest seeing his darling smile because of him—knowing he alone caused their happiness.

And when they thanked him at the end of it all? Said those oh so humble words

"I have no idea how to repay you for all of this."

Well, no one could blame him when his grin stretched just a tad bit wider. Eager, excited, thrilled. He hadn't exactly set out to earn any favors on their birthday, it was simply to pay back the trust they gave him.

But hey, he wouldn't turn down having his darling in debted to him. And he could certainly think of a few ways they could return the favor.

It is my birthday and if I say I want fluffy Al, I'm getting fluffy Al.

[devildom-moss]

Moonlit Bath

(Diavolo x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (slightly submissive Diavolo) (NSFW tags: brief food play, sex in the water, oral, biting, marking, penetration with no condom, creampie, cock warming, outdoor sex, very sweet and gentle, no specifics about MC's genitals which was a bit difficult, but I didn't want to make two versions - maybe next time, though?)

Word Count: +3,600

“Please, Lucifer?” Diavolo was already a full minute into his appeal with no sign of Lucifer giving him an inch.

“No; must I repeat myself again, Diavolo?” Lucifer sighed and set his drink down on the table between them. “I’m not giving you my blessing. You can invite them, and they can accept, but I won’t pretend to be happy about it.”

“Please, reconsider,” Diavolo decided to switch tactics, “MC has been so exhausted recently. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”

Lucifer tensed up. Got him, Diavolo thought. Lucifer leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, intertwining his fingers and cupping his hands around his knee. “You realize that you’re twisting me into an uncomfortable position, don’t you?”

“Of course,” Diavolo smiled, “so?”

“As I said, you can invite them, and MC is free to go with you. Just make sure they have a good time, alright?”

“Of course,” Diavolo held his hand out to Lucifer, “thank you, Lucifer. I will ensure MC enjoys themselves.”

Lucifer took Diavolo’s hand firmly – aggressively so – and cautioned his friend, “you had better return them in one piece.”

That conversation held behind closed doors preceded Diavolo’s invitation to take you on an overnight trip. He was right about you being exhausted, and it was no surprise that the House of Lamentation had played a part in that. You loved the brothers, but sometimes they drained your energy. So, when Diavolo was gifted two vouchers for an overnight resort, you were the first person on his mind. You deserved a break, and he craved a night alone with you. Although he knew that your decision was all that mattered, he didn’t like the idea of Lucifer being upset with him, and Diavolo knew that Lucifer hated to let you leave his side for longer than a few hours. Having preemptively smoothed things over with Lucifer, Diavolo finished his drink and eagerly sought you out.

“MC, would you be willing to clear your schedule this weekend for me?” Diavolo asked with a childlike grin.

“I can probably manage that, but what do you need me for?”

He presented the voucher to you, “would you go to an overnight resort with me? Each room has gorgeous outdoor baths, and the resort provides guests with a large selection of bath products to enhance the experience. They also have chefs from across the Devildom to provide room service. The resort offers massages, as well. You could relax with me for a full day.”

“Really?” You perked up.

“Of course,” Diavolo laughed, “and if that isn’t enough, the manager informed me that they have small, crow-shaped portable freezers, so you can fill them up with drinks and desserts and enjoy them in the bath. A few gourmet ice cream brands partnered with the resort, so they have the best options.”

You pulled Diavolo into a hug, “you had me at overnight resort, but that all sounds amazing! I’d love to go with you! Thank you so much.”

Diavolo chuckled and picked you up in his arms, twirling you around. He couldn’t look away from that smile – it was as if the invitation itself had rejuvenated you. Anticipation rose in his chest: a whole day alone with you where you could just enjoy yourself around him. If you could feel at peace with him, he would be the happiest demon in all three realms. He couldn’t resist peppering kisses all over your face.

“I promise you’ll have a good time,” you could feel the joy in his words and the smile on his lips as he kissed down your neck. He pulled away from you reluctantly, a slight pout on his lips, “but for now, I have to head back to the castle. Barbatos won’t let me so much as leave my office this weekend if I don’t get my work done on time, so I need to get that done for you.”

“My prince,” you kissed him once more to hold him over. “Work hard. I won’t slack off either, so we can enjoy this weekend together.”

Diavolo’s chest flooded with affection. He bit his lip, wondering if you would allow him to be greedy with you, “can I have one more kiss? Please?”

“Yes, my little prince,” you placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Now, get your work done.”

You both kept your ends of the deal, and when Diavolo drove up to the House of Lamentation that Saturday morning, no one could deter you from getting into that car. The drive was relaxing in its own way, and it gave you an opportunity to stare at Diavolo all you wanted. He could see you watching him from the corner of his eyes, and it took all the restraint he had not to pull the car over in some scenic location and fuck you right there – or let you fuck him. He didn’t really care, so long as he could touch you.

It was a quarter past noon when you checked in. Before you walked into the room, Diavolo confessed, “I requested that they give us a room with only one bed. I hope that wasn’t too presumptuous of me, given our relationship.”

“Of course, it’s fine. I’m a bit insulted that you think I wouldn’t want to share a bed with you,” you joked as he unlocked the door. You pulled him into the room and towards the bed, gently pushing him onto it. He stared up at you expectingly, and you rewarded him with a kiss. You pulled away and stared at his soft gold eyes; desire lived in his eyes when he looked at you – an emotional exhibitionist who bared his feelings for you. When Diavolo made himself so easy to read, you almost felt impure for looking at him, knowing you were seeing something no one else would, as he had expressed so many times that he only showed these sides of himself to you. You smiled at him to hide your shame at witnessing such raw honesty. Still only inches from his lips, you spoke, “I’m looking forward to getting you in bed later tonight, my little prince.”

Diavolo could feel his face burning. For a brief moment, he wanted to forgo all other plans and spend the next few hours in bed with you, but he knew that patience would pay off.

Diavolo stomached someone else’s hands on your body during the couples massage he booked – although he made a point to hold your hand the whole time, much to the inconvenience of both of your masseuses. It seemed as if Diavolo was intent on touching you to his heart’s content today. He even suggested that you feed each other when you ordered room service. As advertised, you two enjoyed a relaxing afternoon – although Diavolo could not determine whether the resort had a larger impact on this peace or whether it was you. Actually, no, he knew it was mostly you, but he could only hope you would say the same about him. He was too embarrassed to ask.

With the early hours of night upon you and the moon beginning to rise in the sky, you and Diavolo visited the resort’s shop to select your bath products and filled your portable freezer up with a selection of fancy macarons and pints of ice cream. Diavolo held the freezer up and smiled, “this is so cute, it kind of looks like one of the crows that follows Mammon around, right?”

“That really chubby one?”

“Exactly!” Diavolo laughed. “Do you think they sell these? I would love to have one of them at the castle. I could fill it with your favorite ice cream and keep it in my room. That way, if you’re ever having a rough day, you can come directly to me, and even if I can’t help, I’ll have ice cream.”

He was always thinking of you, and it was so sweet that it was hard to respond to, so instead, you pet him, taking the time to enjoy how soft his hair was. Diavolo melted against your hand. Finally, you managed to speak, “I’m sure we can find a way to get you one.”

Diavolo grinned and started to pull you out onto the room’s private patio. Leafy trees and stone walls isolated you from other customers without hindering your view of the sky. From the cliffside on which the resort was located, you could even look out above a small oceanside town and the vast body of water. The moon floated just above the horizon, leaving a small space between its brilliant glow and a wavering reflection.

The bath was a massive natural stone structure, sunk into the ground with more than enough room for four people – which explained why the bath bombs were so large and came in a pack of two. A slightly raised stone bar was attached to the bath, and on it was a basket of towels, a bottle of Demonus in an ice bucket, and two wine glasses. Next to the bath was a showerhead attached to the tall stone wall. A variety of cool colored Devildom flora were planted around the patio, with a deep violet flower sprouting up near the edge of the bath catching your eye. It was almost a perfect contrast to Diavolo’s eyes.

“What do you think, MC?” Diavolo asked you.

“This is gorgeous, Diavolo! I almost can’t believe I’m in the Devildom,” you stared in awe. He laughed in the face of your honesty before turning your gaze towards him, running his thumb across your lower lip.

“One day, I’m going to show you just how beautiful the Devildom can be. I want to take you to every pretty place and watch as the shock slowly disappears – so that whenever you leave, you dream of coming back to me.”

He looked so sincere. You wanted to apologize for how you phrased your awe, but he kissed you before you could speak. One of his hands started to play with the hem of your shirt. Diavolo had been patient long enough, and he had been looking forward to bathing in the moonlight with you more than anything. He wanted your naked body pressed against him in the steaming water. You squeezed his bicep softly as you kissed him back. The bliss painted across his face when he pulled away was starting to make you impatient, too.

“Get undressed,” you told him. “I’ll start running the bath while you wash off.”

As you filled the tub, ensuring that the water wasn’t too hot for your skin, you stole glances at Diavolo. He was so sensual that it was hard to believe he wasn’t purposely putting a show on for you: the water rinsing suds slowly down his chest and arms as if it was caressing him, the way his hair clung to the nape of his neck, and even the way he bent down to lather his legs seemed unfairly sexual. When the bath was nearly filled, you dropped in the bath bombs. The water became a soft, milky pink, as flower petals and herbs floated to the surface.

Diavolo came up behind you, his warm, wet body pressing against you in an embrace. He whispered into your ear, “your turn to wash up.”

You nodded, hoping that the warmth you felt was in part due to the heat of the bath. Diavolo got into the tub and watched you shamelessly as you undressed and washed yourself until you finally joined him. The second you dipped into the water, his hands were on you. He kissed you wildly, opening his mouth as if to beg you to slip your tongue inside of him. He moaned against your lips. You pulled away so you could leave kisses across the top of his chest – any part of him that rested above the water – while caressing his chest and stomach just below. He leaned back and moaned louder.

“Wait, MC,” he whimpered through shallow panting.

“Yes, my prince?” you asked against his skin.

“I brought you here to make you feel better.”

“I do feel better,” you sucked on his collarbone.

“No,” he moaned and held you by your hips, “I want to make you feel good first, please?”

You pulled back and looked at him, disheveled and slightly flushed. His lips parted desperately. Diavolo begged again, “can I? Please?”

“What did you have in mind?” you asked while smoothing his hair back.

Instead of replying, he lifted you out of the water and sat you at the edge of the bath. The stone ground was cold, but Diavolo’s warm hands caressing your hips and thighs warmed you up slightly. He placed one of your legs over his shoulder so he could easily kiss and bite your inner thighs. He eagerly sucked on your skin, leaving a trail of hickeys up your thigh before slowly kissing back down the trail of marks. You moaned and ran your hands through his hair. He pulled back slightly, pride swelling in his chest for marking you and forcing those sweet noises out of your mouth. Between the sweet scent of you and the milk bath, he felt intoxicated. Diavolo panted and asked, “can I try something?”

“Of course,” you smiled down at him. Diavolo reached for the freezer and pulled out a pint of ice cream. He scooped a small spoonful out and dropped it on your thigh.

“That’s cold,” you complained, earning a chuckle from him.

He watched it start to melt against your hot skin, slowly sliding down your thigh. Diavolo brought his tongue to your skin and licked you clean, the taste of your skin and ice cream melding. His mouth was so hot compared to the sensation before. He grabbed the bottle of Demonus and poured a generous stream down your other thigh, letting some of it drip into the bath. He licked the sticky trail of liquor off of you, pulling another moan out of you. You were so intoxicating to him.

As nice as his teasing tongue felt on your thighs, you wanted more. You used the leg he had placed on his shoulder to slowly pull him closer to you. He licked his lips as you did so.

“Want me to taste you now?” Diavolo asked. You nodded and he dove in, using his mouth to pleasure you greedily. His tongue eagerly lapping at you and his sweet moans sending vibrations through your body. He swirled his tongue around your most sensitive spots, savoring your taste. You could feel his fervor in the desperate sucking and licking, causing you to clench your eyes shut.

Suddenly, you heard a large splash in the water. You looked down at him, some of your fluids dripping from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were wide. In his excitement, his lower set of wings had sprouted out of his back. You were taken aback, but still enamored with the sight of him. You felt one wing graze your foot and tried not to laugh.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” you smiled sheepishly.

“I’m sorry, I got worked up,” he averted his gaze shyly. “I can transform back.”

“No, no it’s adorable,” you chuckled and reached out to pet his head. The moonlight reflected off his hair and along his wet skin. He was so lovely. Diavolo gave you a grin that distorted your notions of what was angelic and what should have been demonic.

With your permission, he continued, allowing you to hold his head and guide him. You watched his wings twitch slightly as he moaned. The moonlight shined against the soft gold at the tip of his wings. His pretty mouth felt so good that you tilted your head back and ran your fingers through his hair mindlessly. Diavolo could tell you were getting close and started to use his hands. He pulled you closer to the edge of the tub so that he had better access. Diavolo licked one finger and slowly put it inside of you, curling his finger to bring you more pleasure.

“I’m close,” you tightened your grip on his hair.

“Good. Take whatever you need from me,” he said before continuing to put his mouth on you. He added another finger, stretching you out slightly. You rolled your hips and felt him go deeper. Diavolo savored the feeling of you clenching around his fingers and twitching against his mouth as you came for him. With little regard for your sensitivity, he gave you a few more soft licks and gentle thrusts with his fingers before he pulled them out of you. He licked his lips and gulped, ensuring that he took everything you gave him.

“MC, I can’t hold back anymore. Please, let me fuck you. Please?” Diavolo begged you. You tried to find the words to reply in your afterglow. Impatient, he continued his pleas between messy kisses along your inner thigh. His damp hair tickled your legs. “Please, I want to keep making you feel good.”

You found it impossible to deny him, and as soon as you agreed, he pulled you into the water with him. He set you on top of his lap so you could feel his hard cock against your stomach. He rubbed himself against you a few times before aligning himself with your hole, stimulating you at the same time. Slowly, he thrusted up into you, with the warm water easing the insertion. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tracing your hands along his wings – which seemed to enhance his pleasure. The water in the bath ebbed and flowed in rhythm with his thrusting. A splashing sound pulsed in harmony with his moaning and the slapping of your skin. One of Diavolo’s hands held you firmly by your back while the other rubbed your body in the thin space between the two of you. His hand snaked even lower, driving you crazy until your eyes were screwed tight.

“How does it feel?” he managed between shaky moans. You could hear the need in his voice, and you indulged him.

“You’re doing so good, my prince,” you pulled back and kissed him. Your taste still lingered in his mouth. Praise was all he needed for his hand to pick up speed and pressure for you. His thrusts became slower and deeper, causing you to sink your nails in his back. He moaned into the pain.

“Fuck,” he growled, “can I cum inside of you? Let me mark your insides, please.”

“Yes,” you panted, “cum for me.”

As he did, he bit your shoulder at the base of your neck in a weak attempt to muffle his moaning. The vibrations of his mouth and the sharp pain combined with the heat of his cum inside of you and the continued stimulation from his hand, which pushed you over the edge a second time.

He released your shoulder and kissed over the saliva coated indents in your skin. His eyes were hazy when he pulled back. Still inside of you, Diavolo let out a content sigh.

“I’m so happy you came with me,” he smiled and kissed the mark on your shoulder again. Realizing what he said, he got flustered, “ah, wait! I didn’t mean – I meant that I’m happy you came to the resort with me, not that you came at the same time as me.”

“I know,” you chuckled and smoothed down his hair.

“But I’m happy about that too,” he admitted, burying himself against your neck and holding you tight. You soothed his embarrassment with gentle pats.

However, the cool night air was starting to get the better of you. You interrupted his nuzzling, “Diavolo, my sweet prince, the water is getting cold. We should probably wash off and go inside.”

Diavolo refused to pull away from your neck, choosing to whine against your skin, instead. “I don’t want to take my dick out of you. It’s so warm. Is it possible to wash up and stay inside of you?”

You couldn’t resist laughing. He may be the next demon king, but right now, he was just a needy demon who loved you too much to want to be apart from you. You traced a finger down his back, feeling the slight bumps along his skin where you had scratched him. “I’m not sure about that.”

“Then at least let me wash you this time. I’ll even dry you off,” Diavolo offered through a half-genuine pout. He added, “after all, there are still plenty of hours left in the night, and I want to take care of you for every second of it.”

Bonus:

When Diavolo walked you up to the House of Lamentation, Lucifer greeted you both at the door. He was quick to spot the bite mark near the base of your neck. He glared, barely containing his demon form, “what the fuck did I tell you?”

“I brought them back in one piece – like I promised.”

“With a giant bite mark!”

“But I had a good time, Lucifer,” you admitted. His gaze instantly softened, but he pulled you into the house and closed the door on Diavolo.

“Next time you need a day off, I’ll deal with it myself,” Lucifer grumbled.

By the time you had returned to your room, you had three messages from Diavolo:

Don’t let him see your thighs, MC!

Actually, don’t show anyone else your thighs. I’d be happy if I was the only one.

Also, I had a great time with you. I can’t wait until I can spend another night alone with you. I want to make you feel even better next time.

[6mmad]

"i wanna be a homemaker for you"

homemaker: one who manages a household especially as a spouse and parent

heavily inspired by @belphego-or post called "obey me bros as househusbands" it's so good!! please give it a read

link is right here!

lucifer

He doesn't wanna admit how much he likes the idea of coming home from work to see you waiting for him

"Like" , of course, is an understatement. He loves it. The idea of you trusting him enough to dedicating yourself that much... It feeds his pride like nothing else

Naturally, his brothers are still in the house, he can't be without them and they need him as much as he does them.

Regardless of this fact, being a homemaker for Lucifer means that you live like royalty

Groceries? You get only the best ingredients and food. Clothes? Don't worry you have a walk-in closet. Super expensive hobby? He's got it covered.

You wanna buy something stupid that costs too much? "Tsk tsk......buy it before I change my mind, MC."

Doesn't really care if you're an expert at cooking or cleaning, he just has a very strict affection schedule, MC. If he's home by 11pm you have to be in his arms by 11:15pm, no ifs or buts.

He knows that being a homemaker is draining work so expect to see a spontaneous "Be ready by 10. We're going out, I Love you" every other weekend.

mammon

Someone pinch him cause YOU??? are trusting YOUR FIRST?? to provide and care for you and he gets the pleasure of coming home to you..... EVERYDAY???

Ego boost to the max, he's so ready to brag about this anyone and anything with a pulse

"Sorry, Im just rushing' cause I got someone waiting for me at home, ya kno?"

"Me? I slept like a baby, especially after the dinner my MC cooked for me"

Being a homemaker for Mammon means you're getting spoiled with gifts. Are all your basic necessities met? Yes. But did Mammon also randomly buy you a 600$ foot massager cause you got a foot cramp yesterday? ...Yes.

You're Mammon's best friend, so trust that when he gets back from work you're gonna hear about everything that happened and who has beef with who.

Mammon likes to check in on you the most, texting you throughout his work day and asking you if there's anything you need or want.

His favorite things are good morning kisses and goodnight kisses, knowing you're the first and last thing he sees everyday makes him feel all his hard work is worth it.

levi

When you first propose the idea to Levi, he can't believe it, just the image of him coming home to you in an apron is enough to make him lose his cool.

But soon enough he understands that he has to work hard for you since, after all, providing for someone isn't free and he refuses to cheap out on his Henry

Levi is a dedicated husband and part of that means that he absolutely requires you to do your job..

...the job which is kissing him goodbye before he leaves for work

Levi will do anything and everything you ask him to do, he just wants your love and attention in return. Kisses, hugs, words of approval, you name it.

Being a homemaker for Levi means that you live to your taste. Sure Levi has his gaming room, but everything else is up for grabs.

You want to completely remodel the kitchen? Give Levi a little kissing and loving and all of a sudden you have an appointment with an interior designer

If you're happy then Levi feels like he's done his job. He knows being a homemaker requires a lot of trust in your part and for that, he swears to be the best partner he can for you.

___a/n

this came out longer than i thought i would, so i only did three brothers for now, maybe i'll do more (???)

[avengersassemble123]

Gift of remembrance

Pairing: Sanzu Haruchiyo x reader (Bonten arc - slight spoilers ahead)

Genre: Fluff, Heartwarming, (Bonten Sanzu behaviour ig)

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"Im also planning to gift him the video game he had always wanted and maybe hold a surprise date night for him." Your best friend explained, as she talked about surprising her husband on their anniversary. "Aww (y/bf), thats so sweet. I'm sure your husband would love it." you complimented as we chatted and hung out for a while.

By evening you had returned home as you made way into the bathroom to get freshened up. You then changed into a new pair of clothes, as you went into the kitchen to reheat the food, when you heard your house's door open, signalling your significant other's arrival.

"I'm home." You heard your boyfriend speak, before some amount of shuffling and some moments of silence, before you felt arms wrap around your waist, "Hey baby." you acknowledged as Sanzu buried his face into your neck, as his muffled voice spoke, "Hey babe, missed you" You chuckled, as you tried to wriggle yourself out of his grip, "Had a long day? Go take a shower and tell me about it because you stink of sweat and i just freshened up."

"What if i don't want to?"

"Ill drag you there myself."

"Aww you're no fun, you wound me baby"

You rolled your eyes before pushing him towards you two's room, as he cackled on his way. After he freshened up, you both sat on the living room couch with your dinner, talking about each other's day and today's gossips from both of yours' workplaces, before the topic of your best friend came up.

"-and that's how she plans to surprise him."You finished explaining, as you finish off your food with the last bite, while your boyfriend listened patiently, before a sly grin appeared on his face,

"Well I've done a lot of romantic things for you. How come you've never done anything romantic for me?" Sanzu asked teasingly, poking your waist.

"'i do." You defended, as you whined dramatically.

"Oh yea? Name one."

" I can name a few-"

"Sex doesn't count."

"Oh"

You visible deflated, as you squinted your eyes, thinking what romantic thing have you done for him.

"Well what about the bed and breakfast you had in the beach house you rented from Rindou?"

"Well, technically i took you there, all you did-"

"Yea i know what i did." I stopped him mid sentence, as i slightly felt my face warm, but realising it was not exactly a romantic gesture without 'engagement of bodies'.

"I bet Rindou had to throw out that rocking chair." Sanzu snorted, giggling shamelessly, while you kicked him slightly, embarrassed.

"Hey I can be romantic when i want to." You defended.

"Fine." Sanzu shrugged, "But also not true" Sanzu retorted, teasing you slightly, making you roll your eyes.

"Okay, just you wait and see. I will romance your freaking ass off." you challenged, while Sanzu snorted.

"Hmm, i wonder how a baby like you would actually manage to romance a high profile yakuza member like your sexy partner." Sanzu bullied you, as he got up the couch to wash his plate in the sink, while you gave him the middle finger.

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"Well i know its unlikely for me to call you, but thank you so much for taking some time off from your schedule and coming over." You said, as you invited your guest over into the house.

"Well you called the right person fortunately, plus its a real surprise when a person like you is trying to 'seduce' a freak of a being like Sanzu." Kokonoi explained, as he walked in and invited himself over your couch.

"Ok so I've been really struggling with this, and you are the only closest person i know who knows Sanzu well, and has somewhat of an idea on the choices of gifts, than the rest of my options. You know what i mean." I said, as Kokonoi stoically nodded, as he seated himself on the couch, crossing his legs, his arms over it, holding one phone. He brushed his white hair back before continuing,

"Well the quickest way to a man's heart like Sanzu's is thr-"

"Pants. But Sanzu said sex doesn't count." I answered, as i got glasses of wine for both of us.

Kokonoi, looked at you blinking, his lips pursed, before taking a glass from your hand, "Aww you poor thing. You had one arrow in your quiver and you just can't use it." He nodded his head in understanding, while you replied back with a deflated nod.

"Well how about trying to cook something for him?" Well, its kind of hard for both of us to be present at home itself most of the time due to our works, and i wanted to do something different."

Kokonoi breathed out a deep sigh, "If this was some ordinary person, either this would've been easy to give advises, or i wouldn't have bothered showing up in the first place. But this is Sanzu, we are talking about. Nothing is normal with him, making me still hard to imagine that you managed to end up with him of all the people available in the whole of Japan, let alone the world. " Kokonoi sipped the wine, before continuing, "And i also want to see how this surprise and Sanzu's reaction turns out, and if the 'rapid dog' himself is capable of expressing emotions other than for our boss"

"Kokonoi.." i spoke out his name, making him raise his hands in surrender, "No offense sweetie. Anyways back to the topic."

"(NAME), if you truly want to be romantic, then this stuff need to come from withing you."

"I know, but its just so hard, I don't know why."

"I guess its probably because you never had to do this stuff because you're young and beautiful, and men, including Sanzu, must've thrown themselves at you." Kokonoi replied.

You pursed my lips, nodding in understanding before speaking up, "Yea I'm trying to feel sad about it, but i just can't."

"Thought so." Kokonoi rubbed his fingers at the bridge of his nose, "I can see why you two go well together."

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You and Sanzu were having a candle light dinner at your place itself, as you both chatted. "Have to say, i didn't expect you to manage this surprise without me knowing. And its coming from you of all people" Sanzu teased.

"Well, only learned from the best, and of course, i didn't forget my promise." You replied back.

As you both finished your dinner, you pointed your fork at him, "Alright Mr. Haruchiyo. Get ready because a crap storm of romance is coming your way."

Haruchiyo dramatically gasped, as he held his chest by one hand, "More romance? Stop it, you're gonna make me cry, sweet cheeks."

You stood up, as you smiled slyly, before walking towards the counter, picking up a small weaved basked.

"Sanzu smirked, as laid back on the chair, man spreading, his one hand on the table, while the other holding his face, rubbing his chin, squinting his eyes at you amused. "You seem pretty confident."

"Oh I am."

You then started dropping rose petals from the basket to the floor, making a path, "Maybe if you'll follow this trail, you'll know why."

"Ohh rose petals. Well now I'm just more excited for my girl's surprise." Sanzu said, whistling, slightly impressed, as he stood up and started following you.

As you led him towards both yours bedroom, he was met with a candle lit decorated room, "Wow baby, you really are pulling all the strings today."

You then set down the basket before picking up the wrapped gift placed on the bed, before gesturing it towards him, "Ok so i gave this a lot of thought, and i found something that might show you how much I love you."

Sanzu took the gift from your hands, before tearing the wrapper off and seeing the content inside it. His eyebrows slightly furrowed for a second before returning back normal, "Oh wow.."

"Its the ring which you had been eyeing for a while when you had spotted it randomly while you were out on a mission, and had told me about it that day, and i know how you like these kind of stuff, so i just thought maybe i could gift you something like this." You said with a smile, while you waited excitedly for his reaction.

Sanzu raised his eyebrows as he nodded and opened his mouth for a few seconds, before looking at you and giving you a smile, "I-its great. Thank you baby." He said, as kept on smiling, and looking at his gift.

You looked at him with confusion, as you had known him long enough to know something was wrong with his reaction. Even if Sanzu was Bonten's No.2, only few people could figure him out enough, if not all, and that included his boss Mikey, his brother Takeomi, and now you. His reaction could fool anyone, but you had dated and known him long enough to know.

Your smile deflated, before your hands fell to your side, as your tone changed, "What?"

"Nothing. I love it sweet cheeks." Sanzu said, as he held the gift in his one hand, while he wrapped his other hand around your waist, his face nearing yours, as he gave you a seductive smile. But you knew him better.

"No. Something's going on." You said, as you looked towards the gift, "Whats wrong with it. I remember you saying how you liked the ring when you had spotted your target wearing it, and that it would look better on you."

"You're right. I did say that. And here I am loving it. Especially since its a gift from you." Sanzu replied, not wavering from his stance and his usual demeanor, but then you felt him slightly furrow his eyebrows, pursing his lips, "...And that when i was returning to the headquarters a few weeks later, i spotted the same exact model in a jewellery shop...and i bought it."

You closed your eyes and faced the ceiling, groaning in frustration, as you let yourself out of his grasp and sitting on the bed dejectedly, "Oh my god...I'm the worst."

"Hey no baby, its really thoughtful." Sanzu said as he quickly set the gift beside and and reached towards you.

"No its not." You said, as you felt guilt fill you inside, "I mean, whats thoughtful is that everything you do for me." I said, my voice slightly quivering, as Sanzu sighed, as he knelt down on his knees, facing you, as he cupped your face with his one hand, while the other held your hand. "Its true baby, i did like your gift, and I'm glad that there is actually a person who cares for me like this in the whole world."

"No, its not better. Even if you work for such a dangerous organization, you still do things for me, while here I am, not even worth it, You know what, here-" You say as you stood up and went towards the closet, as Sanzu stood up.

You removed a box from your closet as you set it down on the bed, as you picked up one thing after the other. "Look here it is, here's the plane tickets you bought me when i was too poor to fly back home to visit my family, here's a necklace you got me before we were dating, and the rose you left in my windshield..just because-"

Sanzu looked at you, as you kept on ranting, as he stared between you and the box which contained all the gifts he had given you, even before and after dating.

"A-and here's the letter which you wrote me to confess your feelings after visiting me numerous times in the coffee shop i frequented regularly, all the pages of it."

Sanzu silently looked at you, too serious for his usual demeanor, matching the attitude he would have when he would be sober and in meetings with the bonten executives.

As you held and looked through the pages, Sanzu silently spoke up lowly, "I can't believe you saved all of this stuff.."

You looked up, as you looked at him in slight surprise, "Of course i did...Its you."

Sanzu stared at you for a few seconds, before reaching towards you and hugging you tightly, before kissing you lovingly, which you reciprocated with the same intensity, before breaking the kiss and hugging tightly.

"That is the most beautiful and thoughtful thing anyone has done for me, and it means a lot for me." Sanzu said, as he kissed your shoulders, still hugging you tightly while you chuckled.

You both stayed like this for a while, basking in each other's presence and warmth, before separating a while later.

Sanzu's eyes gazed at the box, a tint of smile on his scarred lips, before looking at an object in confusion, "Is that a pregnancy test?"

"Oh yea, just the first one. I didn't save them all." I shrugged, making Sanzu shrug in agreement, before diving for a kiss again, making you both fall onto the bed backwards.

[atokirina-writings]

“You were just a child. It wasn’t your fault.” Lo’ak x gn reader

Angst, mention of death, comfort, and a little fluff at the end

synopsis: 5 years have passed since Neteyam’s passing (Reader and Lo’ak are 19). Being Lo’ak’s mate you’re there to comfort him from his loss.

Playlist for listening: Become the warm jets by Current Joys, Fouth of July by Sufjan Stevens, Cry by Cigaretts after s3x, and The Spirit Tree from Avatar The Way of Water soundtrack

Authors note: I love angst sm i’ll make it up to yall with something more lighthearted soon enough. Ik yall Lo’ak lovers are out there come show this some love 😭. Send me a request if you have any ideas for me :)

Lo’ak was never the same after loosing his brother. He blamed himself for his death. He isolated himself from anyone and everyone. His siblings attempts to cheer him up, get him to get out of their house, have fun, or do anything failed miserably every time.

The pain of not having Neteyam around was like rubbing salt in a fresh wound for him. Before he knew it three years had passed since he lost his brother. It never hurt any less, he just learned to live with it. Adapting to his new life without his best friend, his partner in crime

Meeting you made life bearable for him. He found himself feeling happiness again for the first time in a long time being around you. You filled a piece of him he didn’t know was empty. You were able to make him forget about his pain, even if it was just momentarily. The next two years of his life were filled with happiness and bliss. You saved him from a long ongoing depressive episode. He knows you were sent as a gift from Eywa in a time of great sorrow, to help him heal and to get out of the walls he built around himself. Once the two of you mated he became more open with you about his past. The two of you becoming like an open book to one another.

“y/n I.. I miss him.” Your ears flicker at this and you immediately know he is talking about. Though you never got the chance to meet him, you know of his brother through the stories the clan and his family tell. You can see the pain in his eyes as he speaks of his late brother. Taking his hands in yours you lower yourself to the ground and guide his body onto yours, his head lying in your lap. You make yourself comfortable against a tree underneath night sky of Pandora. Stroking his hair from his sight he leans into your touch and you sigh. “I know you miss him Lo’ak, and i’m so sorry ma yawne.” He says nothing, staring at the stars in response. You’ve always been cautious when it comes to talking about his brother as it being such a sensitive topic for him but you can see that right now, in this moment, in his eyes that he needs you. “I just feel like- I feel like it is my fault.” He starts. “If I didn’t make Neteyam go back for him with me, If I wasn’t always getting into trouble and having him take the blame for me, if i wasn-”

“Stop.” you tell him sternly, placing your hand on the side of his face, looking down at him. “You were just a child. It- It wasn’t your fault.” His eyes widen at your words. As if he never knew he wasn’t that one at fault for his brothers death. He shuts his eyes and when he opens them hot tears are falling down the sides of his face and into his hair. He parts his lips and broken sobs come out as he sits himself up and off of your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist in a embrace. Taking you by surprise as the weight of his body pushes you back. In return you wrap your arms around his back, rubbing soothing circles along the muscles of his back as he comes undone. Tears pooling in the crook of your neck. The sound of his strained sobs coming into your ears and tugging at your heart. “Oh, my Lo’ak, my sweet boy” You whisper as you stroke his head trying to calm him down as he hyperventilates in your arms. Your touch and your voice have a strong effect on him, you calm his breathing down and slow his rapid heart beat. You feel his hand come to his nose behind you, wiping away the snot from his crying. You take hold of his shoulders, pushing him away from you so you can look him in his eyes. They’re glossy from all the crying he’s done. In a weird way he looks relieved, as if he’s just let go of weight thats been on his back all his life.

“What happened to your brother has nothing do with you, you do not bear that burden.” He nods, fully absorbing the words you are telling him. His lips press together and the corner of his lips come up in a sad smile. He caresses your face in his hand before taking hold of the back of your neck, bringing your foreheads together. You place a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat, taking in his sent. He kisses your cheek in appreciation for everything you’ve done for him. He never needs to really say thank you, his actions tell you everything you need to know. “I’m sorry about all the snot and tears on your neck, lets get you cleaned up yeah?” He says rising from his spot on the forest floor extending his hand to help you up. You let out a soft chuckle at the positive change in his mood. The two of you walk back to your tent in silence. Your presence is enough for him.

[inbetweenhours]

How It Started VS How Its Going

Back on that @pinchhitsfromthevoid hype! This pinch prompt was for @dayables​ who I know got spoiled in the brainstorming chat (rip) but I still hope you enjoy how it turned out! You gave me the option of flower husbands which was absolutely not going to be passed up, as well as the prompt of Arranged Marriage AU. Since I just so happen to already have an arranged marriage au for them, I figured I may as well put some effort into actually showing it off since, despite my very long google doc of plot chicanery, I haven't actually drawn much for it or otherwise got much of anything to show for it.

The real trick here was balancing the angst and fluff. There was no way I wasn't getting out of this without, any angst. The problem was actually finding a suitable amount of fluff to balance this out lol. I knew I wanted to draw their wedding, since that's the whole base of the au and it directly emphasizes your request. The problem is that within the au, these two don’t really get to anywhere that's especially fluffy till weeks if not months after their wedding lol. That’s how I eventually settled on a kind of “before and after” of their relationship. 

Mirroring their less than favourable wedding day and first meeting with the renewal of vows they do near the end of their journey within my plot. Where they choose, despite already being stuck together, to have meaning behind their marriage.

Below the cut I’m gonna ramble about the lore  important to this piece from the au. Enjoy :]

Okay so first off- their “vows”! Instead of exchanging rings my idea is that the Ocean Empire and Rivendell each have a different giving for their wedding ceremonies.

Merlings have a selkie inspired pelt. Its technically their old skin. Young merlings are much more creature esq, and as they grow they grow out of that skin into a more humanoid form. However they tend to keep their pelts since they are pretty durable and are good for young merlings to protect themselves with and camouflage in the depths. As merlings continue to grow out of even that stage, their pelts become sentimental. kept close to their hearts. The lose of the plt is like a severing of oneself from their soul or heart. Its important for their mental health that they know where their pelt is and that is is safe. They’re not typically handled by people you don’t trust.

Which is why it is traditional that merling will trade pelts with their lover at their wedding. Its imbuing this trust that their partner will give the pelt back. As well it is a symbol of love and  soul, metaphorically giving that devotion and adoration to their partner.

Elves meanwhile are a type of fae. The rules I use for elves names are adjacent but not directly the same as other fae, such as the faeries of the overgrown. Elven names hold power over the individual still, but its far less than what a faerie might hold. It more a social power than anything else. Elves keep public and personal names. These “true” personal names can only be chosen by the elf themself. They are only given to people who you trust absolutely. May that be family, longtime friends, or lovers. Its not uncommon in Rivendell for lovers to not share their true names until their wedding day, though even if they have the vows are much the same. Giving their spouse the gift of their name, to use as they please. This is done both out of trust (much like the merlings pelts), trusting their lovers not to hurt them with their name. And more importantly it offers devotion to your spouse, which would be returned of course.

Now when it comes to Flower Husbands... this all falls apart. These two have not had a real conversation till their vows. They have no trust or love for one another, and are in fact quite afraid of each other. Neither want to give over something so terrifyingly precious to the other. 

Jimmy feels pressured to do so, despite Lizzie insisting he doesn’t have to, because he knows how a wedding should go. He knows the citizens of the Ocean Empire do not trust that his mother, The Empress, has made the right choice in allowing this marriage to go through. He knows if he doesn’t do his best to make this look and feel legit for them, then they’ll only have more problems in the future. And he really is trying to be responsible, trying to prove himself to his family and his kingdoms that he can do the right thing. He isn’t just the prince, the second born. He is loved by his country, deeply so, but nothing is expected of him. He wants to do one good thing for them in turn. Hell, he volunteered himself so that his sister wouldn’t throw away her preexisting courtship. He loves his family and his country, and he has never been asked to do a thing for them. He just wants to prove he can.

So he drapes his pelt over Scotts shoulders, careful and with the sudden understanding of how badly it hurts to see. How easily being separated from it would destroy him. And he can only hope Scott will return it soon.

Scott meanwhile doesn’t believe in another choice. He is the Chosen Champion of Aeor, god of Winter and Stasis. He is a representative of tradition for Rivendell. As much as he is fuming about the marriage, he has rarely acted out in his life. The golden child for so much of his adolescence that even when that love has left he knows little more than to hold his tongue and obey... for now. Still, he knows what is expected of him for the wedding. And despite there being no way for his family or the citizens to verify he abided by tradition in this instance, he is loyal enough to his god (and in fact fairly knows his god perceives him and he would know he wronged him) to not try and get around it. 

So he gives his name, as coldly and objectively as he can. It is not a gift, but Jimmy, traditionally, has a right to it through their union. He can only pray Jimmy be kind with it.

Ultimately both spouses are careless with their exchange. Scott misunderstands the importance of the pelt, and keeps it far to long. Jimmy misunderstand the weight of Scotts name, and speaks it carelessly. Its rough, and terrifying. But it leads them to understanding, to finding common ground and for the first time finding hope in their situation as they understand the other not as an enemy but as the only ally in the same situation as them.

Finally I’m gonna do a quick run through of details I was happy with, kinda lore relevant but with less flowery language on the plot.

At their wedding both are dressed in traditional wedding garb for their empires, as well I’ve referenced my board loosely to dress the crowd properly. Rivendell brides/grooms tend to wear white. It represents purity, white is typically only worn in formal settings o it wont be dirties anyways, and it doesn't represent either individual god. Allowing neutrality. Jimmy is wearing a loose cut deep blue outfit with small decorative. Dark colours but especially deep blues are traditional as they connect with both the deep waters and the sky, tying an individual throughout to the world and their life.

In their renewal of vows they wear nearly the same outfits, however Jimmy sports some golden Rivendell jewelry and Scott in turn sports some pearls in his hair much like how Jimmy had at their wedding. Its about the sharing <33

Wedding day was very formal, very controlled. Both of their hair pulled back and styled in very proper traditional ways. At their vow renewal everything was up to them, so Jimmy looks a bit more like himself (as messy as that may be) and Scott has both his kingship and his hair cut (lore) so he’s a feeling a lot more stable

Scotts wears gloves at his wedding, vs without gloves at renewal! Tied in, at his wedding Scotts hair and skin is patterned with growing frost as he gets cold feet (hah) and is very upset about the situation versus his renewals where he has much more control of his powers and very explicitly happy with the situation

That is all for now! Day I hope you liked the pinch! Everyone else i hope you liked the lore! I would love to do more with the au going forward, I have a growing plot document and love talking about it. If anyone wants me to expand on any thoughts, has questions about the plot or characters or otherwise, my inbox is always open and I am attentive to both tags and comments ;) <3

[ohnoanalien]

Glitch

STOP MAKING ME RETURN TO TUMBLR TO WRITE THINGS

Anyway @lunar-wandering has some great ideas and I'm absolutely spoiled by the LMK/JTTW community. I love his posts about Macaque and losing control of his powers when he gets emotional, so I tried to combine "Macaque loses control when he gets flustered" and "it's very cute when Macaque is treated like a king". This is post beach stuff-- I hope you enjoy, and good luck with college! Call this a congrats gift!

"Ummm...not that I'm ungrateful that you made this, it's just--"

"The eggs are plant-based! I know you're vegan now, idiot. Your little one-sided biography's been hanging around since the 16th century." 

It’s strange, Macaque thought, how the light worked. He could alter every spotlight, walk under the brightest beam of sunlight, and yet no glow compared to the great centerpiece that casually sat across the kitchen table. He would constantly blind the three realms with his confidence and booming voice.

And oh, how he pampered and spoiled his own shadow nowadays. 

He was always in the spotlight, over-protective over every little bump in the road. Grooming tattered fur after he returned from training with his successor. Reminding his old rival to eat and drink after dragging himself across the three realms, nearly skin and bones under his captor’s bidding.

All services fit for a king. The least he could do is return the favor. Sometimes.

"You tweaked breakfast for me? That's...thanks, I guess." Wukong looked down at his plate with a kind smile.

"Don't mention it." Macaque grumbled between bites. The shadow demon pressed a paw to his speeding heart, checking the reflection of the window to see if it wasn't fluttering as badly as his six ears.

His very visible, unglamored ears. 

Before the Monkey King could look up, he bundled his scarf over his head.

"Everything okay, bud?" He leaned in closer, curiously searching his partner.

"Uhhhh." Macaque said eloquently, leaning as far back in his chair as he could go. “I’m just…a little cold’s all.”

Bad move. The Monkey King’s brow furrowed, absent-mindedly scratching an icy streak in his fur. He could practically hear the great sage’s mind turn, counting the number of blankets they had in their little temple. “How cold?”

Shit. Shit shit shit! If he left now to fix his stupid ears he'd just look suspicious either way. He scrambled for his own fork, ready to down his meal in three bites and make a run for it. 

Taking it as a big, neon ‘do not touch sign’, Wukong sighed heavily. “Just…let me know if you change your mind, okay?”

The other only grunted, waving a paw of approval.

"To be honest, I didn't think we could pick up where we left off." The Monkey King hummed thoughtfully, gaze and mind drifting elsewhere.

"Mhm." Macaque reached for his mug-- freezing in place as a patch of thick white fur crawled up his arm. He quickly stuffed his paws in his lap, sewing on a slapdash glamor. All while the great sage continued his heartfelt speech, not noticing the struggle a foot or so away.

"--ut I think we're really getting better at it. At us, I mean. So what I'm trying to say is, maybe we should talk about…” He looked up, blinking in surprise at the way Macaque dropped his fork, elbows shoved in his lap, teeth clenched through a nervous grin.

“Hey, Mihou? Are you a hundred-and-ten-percent sure you’re okay? You seem, I dunno, distracted?" A peach-furred tail slapped the floorboards.

"Just got a lot on my mind! I'm listening. Promise." Macaque lilted.

"Sure, I gotcha. But if something's wrong--"

"Nothing's wrong!" He waved freshly glamored paws. Nonetheless, the king’s brow weighed with worry, eyes trailing to his old friend’s torso and back again. Apologies would just have to come later. "Just...ignore me. Keep going."

"Fine, fine. Whatever you say. So where was I– Oh, yeah!"

A sigh of relief passed the shadow demon’s lips. And while Wukong chatted away into his teacup, the breath of fresh air was short-lived as Macaque's eyes turned a deep purple.

"--dual mentorship might be a good idea too?"

"Y'don't say." The shadow demon stared very intently at his eggs, head bowed. His snow-furred tail lashed frantically, slipping itself down his pant leg before it could knock something over.

"--t's a big step, but I trust you enough now to--"

Wukong looked up, and Macaque scrambled to hide his face behind his own cup– choking on his tea when longer, sharper fangs clinked against ceramic.

"Mac?" Sun Wukong's head snapped up just as he straightened himself, grin threatening to tear his muzzle apart at the ends behind a paw. "You’re not getting sick, are you?"

"Listening!" His partner wheezed out. He tried not to panic as the glamor that coated his hands nearly popped like snowy balloons. "I'm-- kaff kaff-- I'm listening."

"...Uhhhh sooo...in short..." the Monkey King drawled, ever-so-slowly turning back to his breakfast.

A close call. Macaque bit back a gasp as the table suddenly met his chest, shrinking just a smidge taller than the average macaque– edge prodding his stomach on the way down. A new coughing fit blossomed, barriers completely broken. The second Wukong looked up, his old rival had vanished altogether.

"Mac?" The sage called, standing up to scan the shadier corners of the room.

"Just-- koff-- just dropped something!" Macaque answered from under the table, still trying to get. His illusions. Under control.

He wasn't sure what he expected. Call it bad luck or a bad omen, he desperately pulled at strings of magic, growing three feet too tall before shrinking again. He hit his head on the wooden surface with a loud bang, dishes clinking from the force.

He could practically hear the unimpressed expression on his partner’s face as he lowered himself. "Oh come on, don't be like that! We both know you're never going to talk unless I...I..." 

He didn't need much light to see the X-shaped chunk of a scar that carved through a single, dead eye. Frozen in time, Wukong was unable to stop the shadow weaver from melting into the ground.

On one hand, portaling was the fastest and easiest way to escape any situation. A battle, a theft, a social conversation-- any setting could be an exit when sunlight hit the room just right. On the other hand, Macaque was not informed that his glamors weren't the only defective power in his arsenal. The shadow demon aimed for his old, abandoned dojo. Instead, the demon yelped as he caught on a flurry of branches, falling from the shadowy canopy of a familiar peach tree. Morning sunshine peeked from the rustling leaves. Peppered by flora and pale sand, he felt a stone paw wipe away at his eyes. And when the fog cleared, he was met with another pair that hovered above him, blinking back gold vision.

“Soooo…” The Monkey King drawled, “any reason you’re glitching worse than MK after a bad Monkey Cop binge?”

Macaque didn’t bother to grace him with an answer. Instead he pushed himself upright, face twisting at the fur coat he just groomed.

"Ugh, I look like a wreck." He grumbled.

"Don't sell yourself short." Sadness turned to hope, cupping Macaque's cheeks with his palms. "I, for one, think you look very handsome."

Mihou rolled his eyes, ready to pull away, when Wukong twirled him back into his arms.

"I'm serious." He bent down to kiss the nape of his partner's neck, "I love your beautiful ears. Your silver fur."

"Yeah, sure." Macaque snickered, "Come spring, all the fair maidens in your kingdom would swoon for a guy with fur that looks like dry bones."

"Well I certainly did."

Four simple words sent a shiver up Macaque's spine. The last glamor crumbled to nothing, and he hurried to bury his face in his partner's chest. For a moment, the pair stood completely silent.

Finally, Macaque took a shaky breath, mumbling into leather and silk.

"Pardon?" His king raised an eyebrow, "Something you want to share with the class?"

Six ears pinned back. Teasing turned soft and gentle, and Wukong began to rock the both of them into a soothing rhythm. "Don't sweat it. Take all the time you need, okay?"

A groan traveled down Macaque’s knotted stomach, "I said I...ugh..."

"You...?"

"I just. Agh, this sucks!" Just for a brief moment, Liu’er Mihou raised his head, namesakes revealing brilliant hues that flashed to his emotions.

A realization pierced The Monkey King through the heart, and he swore that he felt feverish. His flush nearly matched the shadow that latched to his waist. "...Oh."

Macaque stared openly.

"...What?" Wukong asked.

"That's it?"

"For gods' sake-- what do you mean that's it?"

Swearing to every level of Diyu, Macaque squirmed out of his arms and towards the waves. "You read me like a goddamn book--"

"'Oh'! It's one word! What do you want, a poem?!"

"--I spent all night learning to make that disgusting, watery abomination of an egg recipe--"

"Hey! Don't diss the diet! It's pretty good when you stick with it for a couple centuries!"

"--And I'm stuck with this stupid mess of a body--" A gnarled root caught Macaque's leg, and he fought to untangle himself with all the strength of an adult-sized monkey. "and it's all-- ugh!-- thanks to you and your stupid eyes– Oof!" He fell to the floor in a heap, sending a cloud of sand flying.

Wukong blinked. "What was that?"

Macaque’s blush dusted the tips of his ears as he ripped the root from his ankle, mussed fur fluffing up with rage. "I said I love your eyes!"

He threw up his hands, exasperated. "I love your stupid, goofy grin! I love it when you laugh so hard you light up a room! I love it when you wear those– those ugly Hawaiian shirts! I love it when you leave them unbuttoned! I love how much you've changed! Sometimes I even love how much you've changed me! And I want you to say literally anything else because now you know I'm in love with you!"

Heaving gasps slowed to a stop. The shadow demon swore that Wukong had reverted back to stone. Slowly, carefully, he unclenched himself. He took one step. Then another. Bending down, Macaque could see Wukong's eyes sharpen, studying every crack and tear in his partner's face.

Macaque swallowed. "Whatever. It's not important. Forget I said any--"

His thoughts-- and breath-- were stolen from him with a pull of the collar. Warm lips connected, the sage’s feather light and gentle.

Nope, not a chance. Macaque didn't pour his heart out just to get a few drops. He wrapped his arms around his king's neck, deepening the kiss-- and sending them tumbling to the floor. For a brief moment, the pair stared at each other, wide eyed and stunned. Macaque's shadowy body hovered over the Monkey King. Splayed against foam that lapped at their side, dazed and panting for air.

Macaque snorted.

Wukong giggled.

Their laughing fit traveled through the ocean breeze.

"Well well well!" Macaque's head rested on his palms, spread flat against his chest. His tail swayed in the air, grown fangs flashing. "I didn't take you for the shy type."

"Ugh, no fair! You cheated." The sage pouted, "I can't help it if all your glamors are dropped. Next time you kiss a goddess, you tell me how it goes!"

It only took three-and-a-half seconds for the walking, talking deity to realize his mistake. Annoyance faded into embarrassment, eyes widening and fur fluffing. “Oh no.”

"Let’s see." His partner smirked, twirling a patch of golden fur around his claw. "How did it feel to kiss a goddess?"

He hummed a contemplative note, as if he were tasting the words in his mouth before speaking. "Eight out of ten."

Wukong bolted up so fast he nearly knocked Macaque off his perch, "Round two."

Macaque bit back a chuckle, "Peaches."

"I should have broken that scale, Mac! I'm a twelve at LEAST."

[lanitalay]

Among Flames and Starlight Chapter 6

a/n: oh my god this took so much time. let me know your thoughts pretty please

Warnings: angst, bad mental health, unwanted marriage, mentions of violence

Word count: 3.2k

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Having a reception after the ceremony must have been the High Lord of Night’s idea. It was in the Forest House ballroom. Many guests were already drinking and dancing when the newly wedded couple walked in. Irene held her bouquet with both hands, if someone looked closely enough they would see that it was the only way to keep from shaking. 

A few seconds later Victoria ran up to her, scanning her face not sure what she hoped to find. “Do you mind if I steal the bride to freshen up?” Eris shook his head and Victoria guided Irene out of the room. “Where is your room?” 

She knew the way to her chambers well enough to not get lost in the connecting halls of the Forest House. Once inside, Victoria closed the door behind her and crushed Irene in a hug. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. How have you been?” 

“I can’t say I’m doing great but I’m doing better than I was the first week.” The princess of Night held her friends face, studying the new hollows and gauntness “have you been eating? They are giving you food right?” 

“Yes, I can’t keep much down. But I eat when I can.” 

“And Eris? Has he hurt you?” 

“No, I haven’t seen him until today.” Victoria sags in relief “good, that’s good. The boys have been trying to come up with a plan to get you back home. You just gotta hold on a bit longer.” 

“That’s impossible without starting a war.”

“We’ll see about that. I’m just so happy to see you. It’s not the same without you, Ire.” Victoria hugs her again. They hold each other until a knock on the door startles them. “It's me.” Rhysand's voice is muffled by the door but Irene instantly knows it's him. He opens the door slowly and asks Victoria to give them a moment. “Make it quick, we don’t want anyone to get upset.” 

“Rhys…” the door clicks behind him. He goes to close the distance between them but her hands stop him. You reek of him Eris had told her once. He had kept away this month but tonight she knew they’d be forced to spend it together. “It’s better if…” He got the message and took a step back. 

“I came to tell you that I’ll hold up my end of the bargain. If he touches a hair on you in any sort of malicious way, he’s dead. Consequences be damned.” 

When Irene and Victoria returned to the ballroom Mora quickly pulled the bride away telling her it was time for the first dance. Eris was standing just off the dance floor “just a simple waltz around the room and then others will join.”

Eris held out his hand for Irene to grab and then the music started. She could not deny that he was a gifted dancer. In all her years of dance lessons and parties in the Rainbow she had never been led so gracefully by a partner. For a moment as brief as the blink of an eye she let herself enjoy the music and the movement. “After this we will be going on a honeymoon.” Irene’s brows furrowed. “I figured no one has informed you and it would be an unwelcome surprise.” 

“Nothing about this situation is welcomed.”  He continued the waltz for a few more beats until others started to join. Eris led them off the dance floor, letting go of her hand the second they stopped moving. 

“I must say, I’m surprised to see you on your feet, Vallier.” His shrill voice never failed to make a cold sweat accumulate on her back. “It 's Vanserra now.”  

“The Autumn Court will do you good. Beron has always had a gift for putting people in their place.” He wrapped an arm around Irene in what seemed to be a friendly embrace and squeezed the burn that Beron had left there hours before. Irene winced, skin still raw, as the scratchy fabric of the dress scraped off the still forming scab. 

“We must be on our way,” Eris said as he approached them. Until now, Irene had never been glad to see him. “Of course” the High Lord let go of her. 

Victoria and Celene hugged her before she walked down the steps of the Forest House and into a horse drawn carriage. Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian just watched. In twenty steps, Irene and Eris were gone.  

She was the first to break the silence. “Thank you for… well for stepping in.” 

Eris only nodded in acknowledgement. Maybe it was the fear of what was to come, the grief of having to say goodbye to her family or the realization that only death would free her from this bond but Irene felt the need to keep talking. 

“Do you know where we’re going?” 

Eris looked through the small window of the carriage “to a cottage near a lake.”

“For how long?” 

“A week.” That was longer than she expected. At least in the Forest House Mora was a comforting presence and even Lucien was pleasant company. But seven days with Eris, with whom she’d only ever exchanged crass words and more recently vows…

When the carriage stopped it was dark, night took over on the long ride. The cottage was small. Irene spotted a kitchen, a table, a sitting room and three doors upon entering. “There are two bedrooms, take your pick.” 

Irene’s heart stopped, eyes bugged. Eris read the question on her face. “I have no interest in bedding someone who looks like an orphaned fawn.” 

“But- isn’t the whole point of a wedding night to consum-” he cut her off before she could finish. “No one is expecting an heir anytime soon.” But an heir was expected of them, eventually. 

The room she had chosen was plain, as was the rest of the cottage. A mattress on a wooden bed frame, the blankets a pretty berry red. There was a dresser with a mirror on top. To her surprise, there was a bookshelf filled with different types of books. From a quick overview Irene saw some romances, a thriller, a history of Prythian and a few anthologies. 

She threw herself on the bed, face first and groaned. The relief she felt when Eris walked into the other room and locked the door was still coursing through her veins. She had been running on fear and panic for a month and for now, she could breathe. 

Morning took her by surprise. Irene woke up to the sun shining directly on her face through the still open curtains. It was the first night’s sleep she had gotten in a month. A bath was desperately needed, still in her wedding gown and cosmetics smeared all over her face. So she stood and washed up. She put on a lighter dress, not knowing what to expect for this so-called honeymoon. 

Eris was sitting at the table, eating something that Irene had to admit smelled delicious. “Good morning.” He looked up like he hadn’t noticed she was standing a few feet away “there’s food over there.” 

With a plate assembled she joined him at the table. Eating was getting easier as the shock of her new reality was being replaced by resignation. “I wanted to say that I had no say in this whole arrangement.” 

Irene stopped chewing, lifting her gaze to his. “I figured, why would you want to marry a half-blood concubine?”

His fist clenched around his fork. “There’s animosity between our courts, I said those things to upset Rhysand.”

“Then you should have insulted him, not me or my father for that matter.” 

“You got in the middle of a fight that wasn’t yours to begin with. You should have stayed quiet if you couldn’t handle it.”

“You were being cruel to my friend.”

“Your friend is big enough to defend himself without losing his temper.”

“Says the male that burnt my hand.”

“After you drew blood first. Everyone might be convinced that you are a harmless female, but not me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You won’t hesitate to strike.”

“You won’t hesitate to be an ass.”

“Nice one.” With that he stood up to wash up the dishes he had used. Then he put on a green jacket and strapped on a blade “I’ll be hunting. You can do whatever you like, just do me a favor and stay out of that lake.” Before Irene could ask why he had winnowed away. 

The last thing Irene wanted to read was a romance. Not when the person she loves- or loved- was miles away. When she had vowed her hand to another. When the last time she was with Rhysand he had stated she was one of the people he cared for. The same way he cared for Mor, Azriel or Cassian. The same way he cared for the people of Velaris. The ache in her heart had subsided after seeing him at the wedding. If he had looked more disheveled. If he had sent a letter… maybe she’d still ache for him. She guessed her love for him would always be there, waiting to be returned. But given how the floor was ripped from under them, she wouldn’t hold her breath.

The thriller did not appeal to her either. She’d be bored to tears by the History of Prythian. So an anthology it was. Fables for Young Fae, Tales from Across the Sea, Spring Court Creatures: Poems and Chronicles, The Secret Life of Witches, Court Wars: Fictional Retelling of Conflicts in Prythian. 

Irene picked Fables for Young Fae. It told stories to let children know not to wander off into a heavily wooded area or to swim in dark waters or to talk back to their parents. All of the characters were woodland creatures and she thought that the illustrations were adorable. 

It was sunset when Eris came back, butchered meat in his hands. “This is dinner.”

“What is it?” 

“Venissen, I’ll make a stew.”

“Doesn’t the house do that?” Eris looked at her like she had two heads. “No?” His expression combined with his tone gave Irene the distinct impression she had just said something really dumb. “Oh, there’s just a cabin similar to this one in the Night Court and it cooks… and stuff.”  

“This is really just a lodge for when any of us go hunting, no special charms or anything like that.” 

“I see, can I help?” Eris was cutting the meat into uniform pieces “no, I’ll let you know when it’s done.” 

Irene stood from the spot on the sofa where she spent most of the day and walked outside. The air was crisp in this Court, unlike Night’s biting wind and Summer’s warm breezes. Here it was fresh, enhanced by all the fragrant plants that grew in abundance. She spotted a berry bush near the cottage and thought it would be nice to pick some for dessert. 

The berries were large and plump. Ready for harvesting. Irene ate as she picked them, creating a sort of basket with the skirt of her dress. Her meals mostly consisted of stews and pies. It had been a while since she had fresh fruit. Even longer since she had something as delicious as those berries. When her skirt could not fit any more and berries were spilling from the sides, she went back inside. 

“I got dessert.” She announced to Eris as she spilled all of her pickings on the kitchen table. She found a bowl large enough to fit all of them and said “I could make jam tomorrow.” Irene realized she didn’t know if he even liked jams, or berries, or her for that matter. “Do you like these?” Eris looked away from the pot he was working on “yes.” 

“Is it going to be like this forever?” 

“Hm?” 

“One word replies, fighting, generally despising each other until one of us dies?” 

“I don’t despise you, Irene.” 

“Don’t you?”

“No.” 

They were eating in silence when Irene asked “if you didn’t want to get married why would your father force you? And to me of all people?” She suddenly noticed how tired he looked as he stopped eating and answered “he wanted to remind me who is in charge and I think it was you because of how the High Lord of Night feels about you. He actually despises you.” 

“Don’t remind me.” 

“Do you know why?”

“It has to do with something that happened during the war. I was too young to remember it all, but one day my family was all together and the next my father was sent to war and my mother sent to the Prison. I know he wanted me gone as well but somehow Celene convinced him to spare me.”  

“The Night Court has always been shrouded in mysteries.” 

Two days had gone by in a similar routine. But on the fourth, when Irene went to get more berries, she noticed the bush had been picked clean. By now she had been on a few walks along the perimeter of the cottage to know that there wasn’t any other bush nearby. So she decided to walk into the forest, hoping to find more berries or maybe an apple tree. Irene made a point to look in all four directions, noting that the cottage was North and if something spooked her she would just run back. She was looking up, trying to see if any of the trees had fruit when she stepped on a small anthill. It was so small and inconsequential that she did not feel the ants climbing up her legs until they started biting. 

Within a second she fell, the ants now reaching her torso. With each sting she lost more sensation to her legs, then her arms. She could feel her face muscles start to twitch, warning her that soon her whole body would be useless. “Eris!” She yelled as loud as she could and tried to yell again but her tongue wouldn’t move and then her mouth refused to open, lastly her eyelids went limp and the world went dark. 

She could hear him. Heard him curse when he found her. Grunt when he picked her up. Heard his boots smack on the wooden floor of the cottage when he winnowed. “I know you won’t like this but I need to take your clothes off to get all the ants.” Heard the rip of fabric. Then the splash of water. Scrubbing, he was probably scrubbing her skin but she could not feel a thing. Towels rustling. Blankets shifting. “You’ll be alright, you’ll be alright, you’ll be alright.” She heard pacing, and pacing, and pacing. 

Irene must have drifted off into sleep because eventually she awoke and her eyes could open. She tried to wriggle her fingers and toes but failed. She could tell that Eris had put her in a nightgown and tucked her in tightly, the blanket smooth from her lack of movement. “Can you speak?” She opened her mouth but her tongue was too heavy and all that came out was a gurgling noise. 

“It 's alright. You stepped on pernicious ants, they bit all the way up to your neck. Usually so much venom would be deadly, paralyzing every organ until not even magic can bring you back. I think because of your witch blood the venom didn’t affect your vital organs. It has been two days, if you continue to heal at this rate you’ll be on your feet tomorrow.” 

Irene blinked, the only thing she could do. She had a hard time grasping that she was viciously attacked by ants. The fables she had been reading warned against huge prickly creatures, not tiny little insects. Even Eris had told her to stay out of the lake, not to watch where she stepped. 

An hour later she regained control of her mouth. Eris had fallen asleep on the floor, leaning against the wall. “Eris” it was pretty much a whisper but he immediately awoke, quickly rising to his feet. “Can you move anything?” She tried her fingers but nothing. “No.” 

“I was going to wait until later to ask but” he looked away from her face and to her torso, hidden beneath layers of fabric “the handprint on your ribs, was it Beron or one of my brothers?” 

“Oh, it was Beron.” Her voice was so low and her words slurred together. “Before the wedding he told me I better get my shit together or he’ll…” she paused, trying to remember the exact words “burn me to embers.” Her eyes closed again and did not open until the next day. 

Finally she could feel her body and the uncomfortable stiffness in all of her muscles. When she awoke Eris was gone. She raised to a seated position slowly then carefully placed her feet on the ground. She held onto the mattress as she placed more weight on her legs until she eventually stood up fully. Her balance was off so she aimed to step closer to the dresser so she could have something to lean on. But her feet were not receiving the messages she sent them. She toppled and fell to the floor with a thud of dead weight. 

Eris practically tore the door down. “What are you doing out of bed?” It wasn’t really a question though. “I felt like I could walk.” 

“Are you- nevermind. How are you feeling?” She flexed her hands and massaged her face. Lifting her brows, pursing her lips. Her head twisted in a way that had her joints popping and finally she answered “good.”

“You’re gonna give me one word answers now?” 

“Don’t pretend you weren’t about to insult me, Vanserra.”

“Why would you jump out of bed after being paralyzed for days.”

“Because I could.”

“Let me get you off the floor.” He bent down and scooped her in his arms, then set her on the bed.

“Thank you. I'm surprised you didn't leave me in the woods. You could have been rid of an unwanted wife with out getting your hands dirty.” 

“Just because I don’t want this marriage doesn’t mean I’d leave you for dead, Irene.”

“I wouldn’t leave you for dead either.” She meant it. While their predicament was undesirable and his past unsavory, he had warned her about the honeymoon, cooked for the both of them and cared for her while she was recovering. Irene couldn’t say she was happy. The last few days alone had been a new kind of hell, locked within her own body. But she was less scared. 

Nothing is forever, Victoria had written. Avoid Beron at all costs, Mor had warned. Carve out happiness, Mora advised. Eris didn’t leave her to die- or decompose. It was not the makings of a fairytale, by any means. She had no choice but to keep living and to spite the High Lord of Night, to spite Beron she would live and learn to thrive. She would avenge her father and free her mother. She would be their doom. Irene Vanserra, crown princess of the Autumn Court, vowed to make them pay. 

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[avocado-writing]

How was the news received that Azira and Crowley were expecting fathers? Obviously, Nina and Maggie would be excited for them but what about Heaven or Hell? I just want to know who's having a divine aneurysm over third-angel, third-demon, third-human babies lol

right ok, gonna do a bit of a tltdatsib lore drop here to summarise everything that happens which I’ve alluded to but not written an actual fic of yet:

First, TLTDATSIB brings us up to the end of s1.

s2 happens BUT we don’t have aziraphale accepting the position of archangel (everyone is already in a happy healthy relationship, he wouldn’t abandon his partners)

heaven & hell finally go ‘ok who the FUCK is this human who’s been hanging around Crowley & aziraphale?’ do some research and find out your papers accidentally got skipped when you were meant to die. Like they just didn’t do the admin so you didn’t pop your clogs when your time was up.

they rectify that and, when Aziraphale & Crowley wake up the next day, you’re dead.

so, utterly unstoppable, they launch a 2-person crusade to get you back, which they succeed in. basically manage to fucking prison break you from the afterlife.

they bring you back home, you think you’ll be safe

BUT heaven and hell are 1) petty and 2) more alike so they get the idea at the same time:

— heaven: “haha a baby! What a terrible curse, always squawking and demanding attention! They’ll never rest again! Aziraphale will HATE it!”

— hell: “haha a baby! What a wonderful gift, so life affirming and cherished! Crowley will HATE it!”

(Shoutout to my friend M for that wording by the way, she got it in 1^)

So aziraphale and Crowley are cracking open a bottle of wine to celebrate your return and their happy life back to normal, you come out with a pregnancy test deadpan: “I’m pregnant.”

crowley drops the bottle of wine and it shatters. “Fuck.”

so heaven & hell are aware there are babies, but just assumed they were responsible for both twins? They’re not super sure how human bodies work after all. They just wanted to throw a spanner into the works of your happiness - they didn’t realise they’d only magnify it with the growing family.

I think Crowley & Aziraphale were both secretly over the moon at the idea but tried to hide it, because they didn’t know how the other two would react. When you open the floodgates at how overjoyed you are, there’s a definite relief that they can finally admit it too.

The girls are utterly loved and wanted. But parenthood is hard so, I guess in the end heaven & hell sort of got what they wanted 😂

[mpregandproud]

Isaac (Part 9)

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9]

It has been four years since I gave birth to my quintuplets. Isaac and I moved to a bigger house where we could live with our children and also have more space for ourselves. Our life had stabilized a lot. We had both progressed in our jobs, enjoyed a family that was the envy of the world, and still loved each other as much as the first day.

Our deal with Lucas came through, I gave birth to two children. To thank us for the gesture we had with them they named them Daniel and Isaac, and we were named godparents. After them came Tom and Hugo, for whom I gestated triplets. And as the saying goes, there are no two without three, my friend Ray wanted to be a single father and asked me as a favor to gestate his baby, a beautiful girl. In a matter of five years I went through four pregnancies and gave birth to eleven babies, six of them Isaac's and mine. 

My parents and my sister did not fully understand my work as a surrogate. They didn't understand how, having a partner and being so happy, I could be carrying other people's babies. But I wanted to do our family a favor. And, well, not only that, Isaac and I enjoyed sex more than ever when I was pregnant. It was a win-win.

The idea of becoming parents again was always on our minds. With our children we discovered that we adore children. So after the third surrogate pregnancy we decided to stop for good and focus on ourselves. We had no shortage of requests to repeat the process, but there was no turning back, the decision was firm.

The first step in this new stage was to get married. We got engaged in the spring and the wedding was at the end of the summer. The ceremony was full of children, many of them carried my genes or grew in my belly. It was kind of like a family reunion.

Isaac wore a tight white suit that fit him like a glove. Since we met he has become even more handsome. In my case I wore blue, but my body is the proof of so many pregnancies. My hips, narrow when I played soccer, scream to the world that I have given birth to eleven babies. My chest, though it has decreased, is still much larger than it once was. And the belly is there. I tried to lose weight between pregnancies, but it was getting harder and harder. I'm lucky that Isaac, for some reason I don't quite understand, is extremely attracted to big bellies.

We tied the knot and went on our honeymoon to an island paradise. In the evenings we would escape to the beach to fuck between the sea waves and the sand under the moonlight. According to a local legend, the couple that came together between the moon and the sea would be graced with the greatest of gifts. 

When we returned home I was able to verify that the legend was completely true. In a routine check-up they found that I was pregnant. So many pregnancies later I no longer had morning sickness, so if it hadn't been for this test I wouldn't have found out I was going to be a dad again until a few months later. 

By the time I was three months along, I had a big, firm belly. I knew this meant I was expecting a lot of babies, but it wasn't until I was retested that we found out there were six children. We had them repeat the test, so that what happened last time wouldn't happen, and the second time the result was the same, six more children.

Happiness flooded our house. We enjoyed pregnancies so much for our friends in bed, but this was very different, these were our children. It was the best way to start our marriage, expanding this precious family we have formed.

Isaac is the man of my life, of that I have no doubt. He made me accept my true sexual orientation, and he made me discover that I could be a surrogate father. He has supported me in all my projects and loved me unconditionally. He has given me five beautiful children, which in a few months will be eleven. Can I ask for more? I am living in a dream from which I don't want to wake up.

The End… or not?

[kaiijo]

how they celebrate your birthday

characters: diluc, kaeya, ayato, itto notes: gn! reader, birthday shenanigans

diluc ragnvindr

diluc planned every detail down to the minute: he’ll get you flowers from floral whisper, then he’ll bring you your favorite breakfast from good hunter, you’ll take a walk around monstadt together, and finally, you’ll have a nice, quiet evening dawn winery where you’ll have cake and he’ll give you your presents

of course, the best laid plans oft go astray. when he went to floral whisper, flora was out getting some more flowers and diluc had a painfully awkward conversation with donna that left both of them embarrassed and diluc with a sour taste in his mouth. then, the order from good hunter was half an hour late due to the restaurant catering for a knights of favonius function. when he returned home and saw you up and about, about to make breakfast, he quickly tells you to stop, startling you into almost dropping a pan on your foot. when you went for a walk, the sky opened up and it poured and diluc just felt like the world wanted him to suffer

in the rain, you grabbed diluc’s hand and spun him around, making him sputter in shock. “what’re you doing?” “dance with me!” “we’re going to get sick!”

“it’s my birthday, love, dance with me!” so you two danced in the rain and, while he was initially against the idea, diluc found it romantic, if not a bit cheesy. and when you pulled him into a kiss, diluc thought that maybe your birthday didn’t turn out half as bad as he thought

you two did get a rather nasty cold, though

kaeya alberich

on your birthday, kaeya takes the day off from the knights of favonius (and his shady dealings…)

because the two of you both enjoyed exploration and adventures, he took you on a grand, spontaneous adventure through monstadt, showing you old ruins and secret passages, winking at you and saying that now you two had more places to sneak off to… you two definitely made out in one of the tunnels you found

after the long day, he’d bring you to good hunter for some food, holding your hand across the table and stroking the back of your hand and staring at you with the softest eyes while feeding you the flirtiest lines

he also brought you to angel’s share for drinks, grinning when he saw that diluc was on the bar tonight. “good evening,” kaeya said, “your finest drinks in honor of my lovely partner’s birthday.” diluc turned to you and said he hoped you had a nice birthday, making one of your favorite drinks. he told you it’s on the house and, naturally, when he made kaeya’s, he made him pay

for your birthday present, he got you a specially-made compass, one that albedo helped him get. instead of pointing you north, its needle followed kaeya’s direction and movement. as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, you asked about the gift, he replied, “i got you this so that you can always find your way back to me, no matter what.”

kamisato ayato

you had been confused when you didn’t receive any birthday wishes from ayato

in fact, you hadn’t heard from ayaka or thoma either, and when you made your way to the kamisato estate, a very apologetic guard turned you away, telling you that the commissioner was extremely busy at the moment

understandably bummed out, you tried to hit up some shops for those birthday discounts and to buy things that you had been eyeing for a while, but everything you wanted was either sold out or on hold

sitting at shimura’s and chewing bitterly on some sakura shrimp crackers, you noticed thoma practically sprinting for you. he insisted that you come with him to the estate and when you told him you had been turned away since ayato was too busy, he said that ayato’s schedule magically opened up

when you got to the estate, you were greeted by your boyfriend as well as ayaka and a bunch of friends from inazuma. it was a surprise party!

you grabbed ayato and hugged him tightly, chanting, “thank you, thank you, thank you! i love you so much!”

arataki itto

hoo boy

this man had so many different ideas in his head and he couldn’t pick just one, so there’s no real concrete plan when your birthday rolls around — he just goes with the flow!

his gang tried to help but they were kind of messing things up like reservation dates and stuff so kuki shinobu forced them to butt out and assured them that itto had everything under control and your birthday celebrations would go great

itto brought you to the hideout in the morning so everyone could wish you a happy birthday before dragging you around the city to all of your favorite places — the yae publishing house, uyuu restaurant, and then to the beach just outside the city to watch the sunset. through the day, though, he did get distracted quite a bit. at the yae publishing house, he ran off because he swore he saw a perfect onikabuto for a match next week, he challenged a random customer to a eating competition at uyuu, and he tried to catch an unagi on the beach

you wouldn’t have it any other way, though

[tencrushesperday]

Pulling on Threads pt3

Azriel x reader and very much angsty

happens during acowar so far, i forgot the exact time line bc i’ve read this book over a year ago

part 1 , part 2

i have an important exam tomorrow yet it’s 2:30am and i’m still here pls appreciate my dedication 😩

The first time you met Azriel, Rhysand had brought you to the House of Wind for a report about the repairs on the city’s wastewater drainage that had caused some problems recently. Everything was going well until shadows started gathering around you. They were not threatening but you would lie if you said it didn’t startle you.

“You could have just come in and said hello, you know. No need to send your little friends over.” Rhysand’s chuckle brought you out of your apprehensive thoughts about the shadows swirling around you. You didn’t understand what he was saying but it all made sense when the door opened to reveal the most beautiful male you have ever set your eyes on.

You were staring, wide eyed, as the shadows regained their masters, cladding his body in this dark, mysterious aura. It took Rhysand’s voice again to get you out of your fixation. “This Azriel. Azriel, this is a friend of mine.”

You shot up to your feet and extended an arm, out of courtesy. However, the tall male didn’t reciprocate your gesture. Withdrawing your hand, you let out a shy “Hello” suddenly very aware of his gaze on you.

You wished you had the confidence to keep the eye contact but he was so imposing that you sat back down. Rhysand told him that the both of you had a meeting that would soon end and he would seek him out once he was done. At that, Azriel left with a short nod. Nothing else had left on that he was aware of or even listened to what was going on in the room. You wondered if he was always that expressionless.

Rhysand apologised for his Spymaster’s behaviour but you brushed it off, reassuring him that there was nothing to apologise for.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him after that. You got nervous each time you were around him. He was so pretty it literally hurt. It was pathetic how nervous you were around him at the beginning because you wanted to get to know him but had no idea how to engage. And he certainly wasn’t making it easier.

Yet, with time, you two grew comfortable around each other. Obviously he wasn’t one to talk much, but you stopped trying to get him to do so and started appreciating his silence.

Since you started going out with Rhysand’s Inner Circle more often, you also noticed his feelings for the Morrigan (for a sly spymaster, that had been pretty easy to read). You weren’t exactly comfortable with her yet when it happened. However, a year after the fateful Starfall party, you both went shopping for gifts for the holiday. You started talking about relationship statuses, just mindless gossip at first. But it was the perfect opportunity for you and so you asked her about her relationship with Azriel. She laughed it off at first but later in the night, when the both of you were drinking wine in your apartment, she decided to open up about her story. Obviously, she asked you in return why you were so curious about Az and since she trusted you with her past, it felt wrong to lie to her. So you told her about your little crush, insisting that she does nothing about it.

After speaking about it, it became easier for you. Seeing that it wasn’t reciprocated, you buried your feelings deep down and started simply enjoying his company, stopped overthinking every move when in the same room as him. Of course it still hurt to see him take home a cute female after a night out, but you tried a few relationships of your own.

They never worked out, though. Your partners always complained that you weren’t giving your everything to the relationship. And since the bond never snapped with any of them, you didn’t bother. You knew your heart belonged somewhere else.

You wished it didn’t.

Especially tonight. When you woke up to everyone panicking about a missing Elain. Of course it was tragic. She was a lovely girl, that meant a lot to many people here, yourself included, as she was Feyre’s sister.

But she mattered a lot to Azriel too apparently as he flew to rescue her not thinking twice. He hadn’t heard you call his name before he shot up into the sky with Feyre. No planning, no strategies. That was so unlike the calm and collected Azriel everyone knew. She could elicit such reactions from him when you could barely get him to smile at you recently.

How cruel the world could be.

Rhysand was going mad all night waiting for them to come back. You understood, at least you told yourself that you guessed, what he was feeling when his mate was in danger like that.

Over the decades, you have mastered a composed exterior. When you’re in love with someone you copy their antics and manners, right ? At least Azriel taught you that.

But right now, with him being in the middle of the Hybern war camp, you knew it was threatening crack. You were holding on to your sanity by a thread. Because what would you do if something ever happened to him? How would you survive that ? You knew you wouldn’t. You would blame yourself everyday for at least not telling him of your feelings. He deserved to know that someone loved him as fiercely as you did, even if he didn’t feel the same. Rejection could maybe mean closure for you.

Going over every worst scenario in your mind made you nauseous so you had to leave Rhys and go to the bathroom. If nausea passed once you had a glass of water, hyperventilating only got worse, as silent tears were rolling down your cheeks. After a few minutes, you heard a knock on the door and Mor’s soft voice asking if you were okay.

You simply opened the door for her and let her hold you in her arms. You needed to ground yourself back into reality, needed someone to tell you he was going to come back, safe and sound.

She held you like that, softly stroking your head and whispering reassurances in your ear, for at least fifteen minutes before you were able to calm down your breathing and thoughts. “Let’s go make tea in kitchen, huh?” Her voice was so gentle and you were only able to nod back.

You had to get your shit together. If Mor saw you like that, it didn’t matter. But the rest couldn’t. Not Amren, not Cassian and certainly not Rhys, who was already panicked enough.

Hours passed and your worry didn’t. You drank tea with Mor, practiced some breathing exercises Cassian once taught you, even tried to get yourself busy with some other work.

Nothing has ever felt as good as Rhys announcing that Feyre told him all three of them were alive and on the way back through their daemati gift.

Nothing has ever felt as horrible as watching him land with her in his arms.

You were worried sick over him. While he was risking his life for her. When she was mated to another. When he was…

As fragile and hurt as she was, you decided that you didn’t like her. It was definitely biased, unfair, uncalled for. But you couldn’t shake that feeling. That she was stealing something from you.

“You’re hurt” Azriel shot his eyes at you. Nobody said anything before nor after you stated that. And you didn’t know if centuries or milliseconds had passed since they landed. The world was heavy on your shoulders as he held your gaze. You wanted nothing more than to run into his arms. To hold him as tight as possible to make sure he was real, that he was with you and alive.

But you stayed on the other side of the room, still holding eye contact for what felt like an eternity.

Cassian got in between you as he took Elain from his arms. Azriel still stared at you over his shoulder.

You approached him slowly. You were doing everything in your power to not throw yourself at him. “Can i help you clean that?” He nodded slightly. He was so tired.

He was so, so tired. And you looked so welcoming. He just wanted to crash in your arms and let you hold him forever.

You barely caught him before he fainted.

[skulduggery-pleasant-bp9]

Stressful week – Anton Shudder x Male!Reader

Ciar = M/n ! (It is spoken KEER and means “black” in English)

WARNING!: Male!Reader is stressed and aggressive, cxhoking, cursing Threatening, mention of dismemberment, violence, blood, injury, mention of suicide, Anton x Reader are alright though, AND MORE !!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

Ciar felt terrible for his Boyfriend. His so called “friend” paid them a visit in the Hotel Midnight and Anton let him stay. Ciar begged Anton to NOT let him stay in the Hotel, but because he didn’t do anything back then, Anton took him in anyways.

That guy didn’t have a taken name since he joined the world of Mages. He had been nameless for 20 years. Everyone just calls him “nameless person”. Ciar calls him “pest” and “nuisance”.

Why ?

Because he kept following him around, annoying him nonstop and now ruins his and his Boyfriend’s days. They didn’t have much time to even cuddle in bed, since that PEST arrived ! Ciar saw Anton in constant stress since that guy arrived, but he didn’t kick him out yet, which made Ciar even angrier. But not at Anton, no. Not his sweet Anton. He was angry at the pest that followed him around and wouldn’t leave them both be !

It was the early morning and Anton woke up from bed, sighing in annoyance. He was about to get up, as he felt arms wrap around him tightly and pulling him close onto someone’s chest with his back. Anton relaxed slightly and hummed softly. He really didn’t wanna get up...

Ciar held him tightly to his chest and kissed his Boyfriend’s neck. Anton gave a soft purr and smiled softly.

“Stay in bed, Love.”, Ciar said to Anton softly.

“I have to get up... Your friend will soon ring the damn bell again every five minutes...”, Anton sighed in slight annoyance.

“He is NOT my friend. He claims that since we spoke to each other once or twice. He just kept following me around like a damn nuisance. Why do you think I begged you to NOT take him in ? He is doing that on purpose.”, Ciar growled out annoyed.

His arms tightened around Anton and he understood that, Ciar was serious about this. They were both in utter stress.

The bell rang again and Ciar growled. It was the pain in the neck again, who rang. Anton sighed.

“That is my cue...”, Anton said.

Ciar refused to let Anton go, which made the other male stop dead in his movements. He could FEEL Ciar’s hatred and rage.

“Let him ring the damn bell again and I will throw him out personally.”, Ciar growled out darkly.

“Love...”, Anton tried to soothe his partner.

The bell rang again and Ciar growled louder. He couldn’t hear the damn bell anymore !

He reached for his necklace, put it on and then he teleported away. Anton grew worried what Ciar will do now. He got out of bed...well tried to... After the fifth attempt, he sighed in exhaustion.

“Ciar...”

Then Anton had an idea and pulled out the iPad, Ciar gifted him a while ago, and looked through the cameras, that Ciar installed in the Hotel. He had the Cam quickly on the room his Boyfriend’s “Friend” resided in.

-With Ciar-

He appeared in the nameless person’s room, who sat on his bed, like a lazy king, ringing the service bell. Ciar ripped the bell out of his hand and glared darkly at him, while he gave him a shit eating grin.

“I want my Breakfast. Pancakes with Syrup. Shoo, shoo !”, he demanded.

Ciar snapped and slapped him. The male was in utter shock at that act. He stared at Ciar.

“Now listen here, you little PEST ! Go to the Dining room yourself ! You can dress yourself too, you incompetent little shit ! Stop annoying me and my Boyfriend with your childish behavior ! You are not in a castle with stupid servants at your disposal !”

“Wow ! Chill out ! Your Boyfriend seemed to like everything I demanded of him. Maybe he likes me MORE than you~? How long has it been that you satisfied him in bed, hmm ?”

Ciar growled darkly at the male, who gulped in return.

“What we do in bed, is none of your fucking business, Bitch ! And he didn’t like anything you made him do ! He was in the bathroom, vomiting every time he came back from you ! God, he doesn’t even EAT anymore, because you don’t leave us be ! I can be glad if he eats a damn cookie for the whole day ! He is stressed beyond belief, thanks to you ! So I have EVERY fucking right to be PISSED OFF !”

“You know how to stop it.”

“I refuse to agree to that. I rather fucking die.”, Ciar snarled.

“Your loss. Then you will have to deal with how your Boyfriend suffers the consequences.”, the male taunted.

“No, not really. I can throw you out of this very Hotel myself and then report you for harassment to Skulduggery Pleasant. He will be happily locking you up. Especially when he finds out that you abused Anton like that. After all, he is best friends with him. So you better think twice, next time you ring that bell.”

The male laughed.

“I am not scared of that guy ! Nor do I believe that bluff ! As if Shudder would let you throw me out ! He wants a good reputation on his Hotel after all ! I could destroy it with one complaint, which would turn into many. I’m not afraid to do so either~”, he taunted and held up the formula with all his complains.

Ciar read threw a few lines and grew pissed off.

“Listen here, Bitch, you ring that damn bell again today...I will cut your fucking arms off and shove them so far up your ass that they will come out of your mouth again ! You hear me ?”

“Ohhh...Big threat from a small man with a small dick~”, the male teased.

Ciar growled darkly and then pounced on the male’s throat, choking him. The man gripped Ciar’s arms and looked at him in fear. Ciar’s eyes glowed a vibrant orange, pupils turned to slits like a cat’s.

“I’ll KILL you ! If you lay your filthy hands on my Lover, I will not hesitate to murder you ! You hear me you disgusting piece of shit ?!”

Then Ciar teleported away and back to their bedroom. He was so angry that he didn’t notice Anton staring at him in shock. Ciar stomped to the bathroom and slammed the door shut, then he smashed the mirror into pieces. God...he was so ANGRY.

-With Anton-

He was in utter shock at what he just saw. He never saw Ciar’s eyes turn into a glowing orange before. He always had his usual eye color. He also never knew that Ciar was THAT possessive and protective of him.

One thing was for sure...Ciar was more on edge than he was. And Ciar became even more angry after he read the complain papers. What stood in them that he got so pissed suddenly ? And what does he want from Ciar, that his Boyfriend refuses so strongly to do ?

Something was strongly off and he HAD to find out what was going on. He flinched as he heard the mirror shatter to pieces in the Bathroom.

‘God, Ciar is pissed...’

-Time skip-

After two hours, Ciar let Anton out of bed and strongly forbid him to go near the nuisance. Anton didn’t understand why, but promised to try and not get near that guy.

At some point he spotted the guy leaving the Hotel for a little bit and he decided to investigate his room. Anton entered the room and searched for the piece of paper quickly. Soon enough he found it and was in shock at what stood on it.

‘Bad service, no good food, bad room conditions, unclean Bathroom and owner of Hotel doesn’t offer Sexual intercourse ?! What the fuck ?!’

He took a picture of it, put everything back in place and left the room again. No one saw him enter and exit the room. Ciar caught Anton coming back to the reception desk and instantly asked him.

“Where have you been ?”

“At a guest’s room, they needed fresh towels. The guy left a bit ago, don’t worry.”, Anton answered.

Ciar looked at him suspiciously.

“Why do I have a feeling that you were in the fucker’s room ?”, he asked his Boyfriend.

“I don’t know.”, Anton replied.

“Anton Shudder, I KNOW that, you spied on us from the camera. I am not stupid. I hope you didn’t search for the piece of paper, for your own good.”

Anton stared at Ciar in surprise and then he sighed.

“I did see it and went to look for it. Why...would he do that to my Hotel ? What does he want from you, that he would go such lengths ?”

Ciar looked at him darkly.

“I do NOT want to talk about it.”

“Ciar, PLEASE ? I can’t help, nor understand the situation, if you don’t TALK to me.”

Ciar looked at Anton intensely. After a while he sighed, got out the reception is on break sign, put it on the table and then pulled Anton into their own room. He locked the door, pulled down all the blinds in the windows, turned on the light and sat down on the couch.

“Sit down, this is gonna be...serious.”, Ciar told his Lover.

Anton did as asked and he looked at Ciar, who took a deep breath.

“The first and second time we talked...he was just...sexual. He didn’t want to be friends or anything, he just wanted a quick fuck. I was at the bar with my Father, Brother and Sister that night. We celebrated my Brother’s birthday. They went on the dance floor and I didn’t want to go. That was, when he came to me, the first time and ‘flirted’ with me. I told him that, I was taken and had no interest in his desperate attempt, to look for a good time, with me. He didn’t take the hint, Anton.”

Shudder stared at his Boyfriend in shock at the news.

“I threatened to kill him, which I wouldn’t have done, for obvious reasons. Your Hotel’s reputation and your own good image would have been tainted badly, if they would have figured out that your Boyfriend killed someone. Skulduggery and Valkyrie would have been most likely on that case too. So I just threatened, but didn’t dare to do anything, besides ignore him and punch him every time he tried to touch me.”

Welp would you look at that, Anton felt guilty that his Boyfriend held back for his reputation’s sake.

“He figured out that I wouldn’t do anything, so he started to get bolder. It went so far that I caused a scene in the bar and me and my Family left earlier. They knew about it first, thanks to my observant Sister. I thought I wouldn’t see him again after that, but he found me again in OUR favorite Coffee Shop. He just bothered me, told me everything about himself and didn’t let me leave.”

“The day you came back so late...”, Anton said as realization dawned on him.

“Yeah... After he finally finished boring me, he wanted me to repay him by...giving him what he wanted. I was out the Shop with the biggest ‘no’ that, even the whole Universe would have thought about to crumble. Occasionally he bothered me when I talked with one of your friends about Clothes getting made, weapons and what to know about them, some adventures of Dexter’s and solved and going cases with Skulduggery and Valkyrie. He always tried to approach me, but I teleported away instead. I bet it looked weird to the others. Sometimes I broke up our chat, just so I can run away. And now, he found me and won’t fucking leave.”

Anton started to understand the whole stress Ciar was under now and his eyes widened. Anton wasn’t the only one stressed out, Ciar was too.

“And now, I fear that he will try to get YOU too. He made that paper to blackmail you AND me. Two flies with one clap. Can you imagine what that does to me, just thinking about it ? I don’t want that filthy piece of trash to touch YOU and ME ! He is disgusting ! But not even YOU can throw him out now, because of the dumb paper !”

Anton got the image quickly. Ciar was more than stressed, he was scared.

“Call Skulduggery and Valkyrie, then.”, Anton told Ciar.

He looked at him, like he was insane.

“And what am I going to tell them ?”

“The naked truth, Love.”

“B-but-“

“They won’t think any less of you. I promise.”, Anton interrupted his Lover’s nervous stuttering.

“R-really ?”

Anton nodded.

Ciar gulped, but nodded as he pulled his phone out. He typed in Skulduggery’s name and then pressed the call button. He picked up after two rings.

“Hello Ciar, what a surprise you called. What do you need ? How is Anton ?”, Skulduggery asked.

“H-hey, Skulduggery...I-I need your help. Both...Anton and me...”

It was deadly silent for a while. Then...

“What happened ?”, he asked with a serious voice.

“We...have a blackmailing nuisance in Hotel Midnight and none of us can get him to leave. He has been abusing Anton’s hospitality for almost a week now, he and I are both stressed out and he has a formula with false info about the Hotel on it. If it ever gets out it will tear down Anton’s Hotel’s reputation badly ! The creep has been following me for a while now, wanting me to cheat on Anton with him for a quick fuck. I refused him TWICE and now he is in the Hotel and I think he is trying to get both of us into his bed now by force ! Please help ?”, Ciar spoke quickly, full with nervous energy, but Skulduggery understood every word.

A long deadly silence was on the other end of the line. Then he heard the Bentley roar to life.

“Me and Valkyrie are on our way. Don’t worry, we will solve this problem quickly.”

Ciar sighed loudly in relief.

“Thank you !”

“You can thank us, when we got the bastard out of your hair. Where is the Hotel ?”

“Right now...in Scotland.”

“Come to the Irish Sanctuary and teleport us over. I’m almost there.”

“Okay !”

Ciar hung up and then looked at Anton.

“Stay inside this room, do NOT go out. I don’t want to find you in that Fucker’s grasp when I’m back.”

Anton nodded. Ciar gave Anton a deep kiss on the mouth and then left in a flash.

-With Ciar-

He felt uneasy, leaving Anton alone. Yes he could defend himself, but would he with the threat of a bad reputation ?

Soon enough the Bentley pulled up and Valkyrie and Skulduggery quickly got out of it. Ciar was very nervous and breathed quickly.

“Calm down, Ciar. Nothing bad will happen.”, Valkyrie tried to calm him down.

“I-I hope so... I left Anton all alone...”, Ciar got out.

“He can defend himself, Ciar. He is a former Dead Men.”, Skulduggery told him, like he was dumb.

“I know that, but would he defend himself when he is blackmailed ?”

At that Skulduggery was silent.

“Hmm..Good argument.”

Ciar grabbed both of them tightly, too nervous to loosen his grip and teleported them into his and Anton’s room. He was in horror as he saw the door kicked down and the Bastard stand in front of Anton.

Ciar went from horrified, to pissed off and was about to attack him, as Skulduggery held him back. He pulled out his revolver and shot the man in the right leg, making him howl in pain and fall to the floor.

“And you are under arrest, Sir.”, Skulduggery said.

“For what ?! For talking to my Husband ?!”, the bastard claimed.

Ciar’s blood boiled at this point and this time no one could hold him back. How DARE he claim Anton as his HUSBAND ?! Anton was CIAR’S ! He ran at the bastard and started to kick him with brute force in the face and stomach.

“HUSBAND ?! HUSBAND ?! HUSBAND MY ASS !! YOU FUCKING CREEP !! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ANTON, HUH ?! I’M GONNA KILL YOU !!! “

Skulduggery managed to pull Ciar back, who completely lost it.

“LET ME GO !!! LET ME AT HIM !!!”, he screamed in rage.

Anton just stared at his Boyfriend. Again those orange glowing eyes and cat like pupil slits. He took a deep breath and went into Ciar’s face, blocking his vision of everything else.

“Love, I’m fine. Nothing happened. He kicked down the door, I backed away and he came in, then you appeared again. Calm down. We all know that YOU are MY BOYFRIEND and, if this relationship continues further, most possibly MY FUTURE HUSBAND. Okay ? Calm down.”, Anton tried to soothe him.

“THE FUCKING NERVE OF THIS ASSHOLE !!”, Ciar screamed in rage.

Anton already apologized to Ciar in his head for what he was gonna do.

SLAP !

The whole room went silent and Ciar was frozen like stone. His face was morphed into shock and disbelief.

“Are you calm now ?”, Anton asked softly.

Ciar blinked a few more times, before he turned his head back to look at Anton.

“You bitch slapped me...”, he mumbled.

“I’m sorry.”

For some reason Ciar didn’t believe that apology at all. Probably his insecurity speaking again.

‘He hates you~’

Skulduggery let him go and Ciar looked saddened. Anton quickly understood what was happening, but before he could assure him that his Insecurities were wrong, Ciar teleported away.

“Shit.”, Anton cursed.

“Insecurity again ?”, Valkyrie asked.

“Yeah and I realized it a second too late. I have no idea where he is now...”

“All the stress got to you both, Anton. It is okay that you realized it a bit too late and his reaction was expected, with how on edge he was, almost all week, probably. He’ll come around it.”, Skulduggery reasoned as he picked up the arrested male.

“You don’t understand. This insecurity was different right now. He looked ready to jump off of a cliff, Skulduggery.”

Valkyrie ran outside quickly and looked for him. She came inside not long later.

“He is at the river nearby. I don’t know what he is doing, but just staring at it doesn’t seem to be normal for him. I only know him as a very active ball of energy. He could never sit still.”

Anton nodded, agreeing with her. He put on his jacket and then ran for Ciar by the river. He found him almost instantly and carefully got closer. He was unusually silent and still. Anton wrapped his arms around him, hoping for a reaction, but there was none.

“I’m really sorry that I slapped you, but you didn’t listen and you told me to slap you, if that happens. I love you, Dear. Please don’t believe your insecurities again.”

Ciar was quiet for a moment.

“I love you too, Babe.”, Ciar rasped out.

“Have you been crying ?”

“A little.”

“I told you, you are NOT allowed to cry without me.”, Anton teased.

Ciar chuckled and wiped the remains of his tears from his face.

“I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time. I guess the stress just got to me and I’ve gotten emotional over something as small as a smack. I know you had no other choice. It was just a moment of weakness, Darling.”

“So I don’t have to worry that you’ll be soaking my Hotel ?”, Anton teased.

Ciar made an offended gasp.

“You love your Hotel more than me ?! How cruel ! What does it have that I don’t ?”, Ciar asked dramatically, with a grin.

“A roof over my head, a bed, food, kitchen, bathroom, toilet paper, it makes money AND it has my Boyfriend in my room.”

Ciar pulled Anton closer to himself by his waist.

“Oh really~?”, he purred out.

Anton nodded and gave Ciar a kiss.

“Valkyrie and Skulduggery are probably investigating HIS room. What shall we do in the meantime, hmm ?”

Ciar looked at Anton with hopeful eyes.

“Cuddle ?”

Anton looked at Ciar suspiciously.

“What KIND of cuddle ?”

“Possessive, ownership cuddle.”

Anton looked away and blushed slightly.

“Ownership, really ?”, he asked Ciar.

“When I hug you, my scent is mixing with yours. You smell partly like me. MINE.”

Anton blushed even redder.

“Fine, fine, point taken.”

“Sooo, we can ?”

“Sure...just don’t lick me.”

“The only parts, I would lick, of yours, are-“

Anton was a fiery red as he snapped his head around.

“SSSSHHHHHHHHH !”, he hissed at his Boyfriend.

Ciar just chuckled and hugged him close.

“Okay, okay ! I’ll shut up, Love.”

With that they teleported away and were in their own shared room. They entered the Bedroom, got their work clothes off, under the blanket and Ciar pulled Anton tightly to his chest, snuggling him and humming contently. Anton rolled his eyes with a small smile. It didn’t take them long to fall back asleep. Even after Skulduggery and Valkyrie were done with their work, they slept. Both of them didn’t have the heart to wake them up, so Ciar can bring them back home. They called Fletcher instead and left a note.

[delopsia]

the haunted house drabble was such a fucking gift to return to 💐 that it got my mind wheels whirring: the trio’s halloween costumes...

are they trying to find a cohesive throuple idea? and if so, is it a funny idea? like, as long as the three of them are entertained it’s fine—or are they shooting for serious, like, “no! we ARE winning the costume contest at payback and fanboy’s halloween party this year!”

or do they wear individual costumes? especially rhett who might not have done a lot as far as dressing up past the age of twelve, but is actually really good at successfully making homemade costumes?

and are they giving out candy? do they wear cozy seasonal loungewear and compliment all the children’s costumes, or do they leave a full mixed candy bowl out on the porch, knowing full well that a number of these kids are NOT going to take just one (!) but it’s halloween so who cares 😌🎃👻

Omg, I have been dying to find the chance to answer this 😭🎃

Bob, again, is the instigator for the Halloween costumes, but this time, it wasn't exactly his idea! He simply got caught up in the crossfire when Maverick was bickering with Reuben and Mickey about how Halloween parties are lame, and the next thing Bob knows, he's been invited to the yearly party against his will.

So what do you do when you've been invited against your will? You drag your two partners along with you! He tries sugarcoating it, says he already has some costume ideas, aaand...well...

"I ain't dressin' up as a goddamn condiment!"

"What, you think you have a better idea?" And maybe Bob's words were a little too snappy because Rhett looks like he's about to eat him alive.

Neither Reader nor Bob expects for Rhett to bark a, "Yeah, I do, actually!" Before vanishing up to the attic, wrapped up in his own little storm cloud, grumbling under his breath about how he hates store-bought costumes.

Come to find out, when Rhett was 19, he and his buddy Archie got together and crafted Ghost Buster's costumes for Wabang's yearly Halloween Costume contest. All because they'd gotten sick and tired of seeing Billy and Luke Tillerson win every damn year. Rhett's still got the cheap blue first-place ribbon, pinned on his old suit.

The costumes are elaborate, with properly sewn patches, purposeful wear and tear, and hand-built gear that genuinely looks useable. It's dusty. The suits need a good wash, and that still leaves one person without a costume, but it's better than store-bought.

Only for it to become glaringly obvious that Rhett is much bigger than his 19-year-old self. Not in height and weight but in muscle. Reader and Bob fit into the suits just fine, but Rhett? His shoulders have gotten broader, and his biceps are so thick that the seam on the sleeve busts open.

"I ain't that big!"

"Yes, you are!"

And maybe that's the reason why Rhett gets turned into a dead cowboy. Because what's a ghostbuster without a ghost?

Rhett's entire outfit is black and gray, complete with a torn cowboy hat, deliberately ripped shirt and jeans, beaten-to-hell chaps, and spurs that chime with every step he takes. He's missing part of his left sleeve (he accidentally busted another seam), flannel only buttoned halfway, and Bob's meticulously painted his skin to create the appearance of a skeleton.

There's a last-minute addition of fangs and a singular, white contact because, in the Reader's words, Rhett's eyes were far too sweet and made him look friendly rather than scary.

The party is massive.

Leave it to Mickey to pull some strings and get a damn venue in San Diego for the party when it very well could have been held in his Aunt's backyard again. There are so many people that Bob can't find his friends for a full half hour, and Rhett's actively about to crawl out of his skin if another person stops him for a picture. Half of these people aren't even dressed up!

Natasha is the biggest competition. She's rebuilt her phoenix costume from two years ago, and this time, she has not held back. Has even gone as far as to make proper wings, feathers, and all.

And she would have won, too, if Reuben, the toughest costume judge in the damn city, didn't dock her points for reusing the same theme. Leaving Bob, Reader and Rhett to switch places with her, snatching first place by a hair.

Rhett doesn't take it as a win and is now actively drawing plans for a quote, "costume that don't need no damn luck to win."

With all of the competitiveness, it's a given that the Floytt household is elaborately decorated for Halloween, but not in the way that you'd think.

Bob and Rhett, to the Reader's amusement, are in a silent war with the dad down the street, in trying to create the spookiest house on the street. Cobwebs on the porch and boarded-up windows, a big ghost on the garage, and a damn spider that jumps out at your feet as you walk by.

Oh, and fog machines galore.

All of that effort, and...nobody ever sits outside to hand out candy. Whoever gets home first fills the candy bowl, sets it outside, and settles down with the other two for a cozy night of scary movies. It's all comfy loungewear, soft blankets, and cuddling on the oversized couch, occasionally checking the doorbell camera to watch kids get spooked by the spider.

They did sit outside for the first Halloween spent in the new house. For less than a half hour before Rhett started shivering, and Bobby fell asleep on the porch swing.

Let it be known that Bob's favorite Halloween candy is candy corn, and Rhett actively throws said candy corn at his head. The Reader sometimes gets caught in the crossfire, and it always ends in candy corn being found months later in places it shouldn't be.

[danoofi]

A few of my Sonadow headcanon’s for you guys lmao here we go

1) Shadow doesn’t sleep like ever because he’s the ultimate life form and finds it to be a waste of his time. However, Sonic usually has trouble falling asleep because brain move too fast, so Shadow will pet him and scratch his fur to lull him to sleep. Sometimes Sonic returns the favor and it makes Shadow tired and he’ll fall asleep too.

2) Sonic has made Shadow (and eventually their kids) heart shaped pancakes every Valentines Day since they started dating at like age 17.

3) Sonic and Shadow didn’t have pre-decided names for any of their children, but just named them based off what was happening around them.

4) Shadow absolutely HATES the words “dude” and “bro”. Sonic finds it hilarious to see how worked up Shadow can get over it.

5) Shadow uses 50’s slang. One time he asked Sonic if he wanted to “play back seat bingo at the passion pit” and Sonic just stared at him for several minutes out of pure confusion.

6) Even though there was a proper proposal, Sonic and Shadow don’t have a wedding. Neither of them are into such a giant event that will most likely get disturbed by Eggman or the paparazzi. So instead they got eloped. They do have a party with all of their friends and family afterwards though.

7) They needed a witness at their elopement, so Tails was invited to be Sonic’s best man.

8) Considering the line of work they’re both in, Sonic and Shadow don’t wear their wedding rings on their fingers but instead on chain necklaces.

9) Shadow loves gift giving. If he sees anything that reminds him of Sonic even just a little bit, you bet he’s gonna spend a ridiculous amount of money. Sonic is slowly running out of room in their house for all of the gifts.

10) Sonic and Shadow both have PTSD because there ain’t no damn way they do every thing they’ve done and DON’T develop any kind of long lasting trauma from it.

11) Sonadow has a Christmas tradition of trying to catch one another under the mistletoe but they race and spar with each other and the loser has to give the winner a kiss under the mistletoe.

12) Their first date was at an ice skating rink. It was Sonic’s idea until he got there and realized he can’t skate. Boy hasn’t skated a single day in his life. It works out in his favor though cause like he gets to hold hands with Shadow the whole time.

13) Sonadow doesn’t necessarily fight often. They bicker a lot. But when they do have a fight, it’s bad. Someone sleeping on the couch bad. They kiss and make up eventually though.

14) Sonic will HARDCORE anoint himself all over Shadow. Just aggressively rub and nuzzle for ages until he’s satisfied enough with the amount of Shadow’s scent that’s on him.

15) Sonic is bi and trans while Shadow is gay. They go to the pride festival every year and Team Sonic/Team Dark are big LGBTQ+ allies.

16) Sonic has ARFID and Shadow always makes sure that there are plenty of safe foods stocked up. (Even those dreaded chili dogs)

17) If Sonadow were to be asked what their favorite features on their partner is, Sonic would talk about how much he loves Shadow’s smile and Shadow would mention how much he adores Sonic’s eyes.

18) Shadow’s top 3 favorite bands/artists (imo) are Tame Impala, The Platters, and MCR

19) Sonic has ADHD

20) Shadow and Sonic are absolute kings at karaoke. In fact, Sonic realized he had a big gross gay crush on Shadow because he heard him sing “My Way” by Frank Sinatra at karaoke with all of their friends while very very drunk.