#ok... and now. to work on the commission. deep breaths.

[skyof-atlas]

Sandstorms

Pairing(s): Cyno, Tighnari, and Candace x afab!reader 

Warnings: breeding, pet names, fingering, oral, usage of the term “mommy”, biting, dumb-fucked, cuddles, whimpering. 

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple commission for easy Mora. You were coming back from taking photos and gathering relics for the person who commissioned you. (Supposedly they were busy with something else). A sandstorm abruptly swept through forcing you to take shelter. However your savior(s) have come to help.

A/N: describing things is a thing i'm working on and hv no clue how. I imagine it…wait..i can just dra–! 

I can’t write for men…Apologies. I’m a woman enthusiast but won’t mind writing for men. 

MDNI 

words: 2k

Cyno: 

Cyno happened to run into you just before the sandstorm hit. He led you to a cave nearby and said that it was best to stay in until after the sandstorm passes. 

Both of you started chatting about many things. You asked about how he like being mahamatra and he asked you about you life as an adventurer. 

Somehow the conversation ended up about relationships and how you weren't really looking for someone who couldn’t keep the same pace as you. 

He could relate. You admitted that you had a crush on him back when you were both students at the Akademiya.

From there everything is a blur…

“Cy..-Cyno-“ you moaned. His cock buried deep into you as you clawed the floor.  The heat from his body was warming you up more than the campfire. He had a grip on your thighs and refused to let go. 

He kept thrusting in and out. He kept hitting that perfect spot making you see stars and arching your back. The sandstorm didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. 

His grunts and the sound of skin slapping was echoing through the cave. You were close to coming again and he might be as well, due to the now slow and hard thrust he’s doing. He pulled out making you whine and flipped you over on your belly. 

He quickly lifted your hips higher and closer to him, making to face the cold ground. You turned your head to look at him but he pushed your head back to the ground. 

“What the He— nghh- ahh..” He entered his cock back into you. 

Everytime he thrusted you can feel him gently hitting your cervix with how deep he’s penetrating you. 

“I-…I’m c-..coming Cyno..” 

“Go ahead baby..” He was grunting and his breaths were heavier. 

Fuck. You could feel every part of his cock with how tight you were. You came all over his cock as his cum filled you up. He kept it in order to prevent any of his cum from spilling out. Oh dear Archons he wanted you knocked up. 

“Good girl~ taking it all in” Your pussy tightened around him even more hearing those words. Your were tired and sweaty from the heat. It took him a while to pull out because of how tight you were holding onto him. He then made sure to clean you up and let you sleep after that. 

You should bring him with you more often.

Tighnari: 

Tighnari insisted on coming with you and reluctantly you said yes. Now both you were stuck in a cave waiting out this sandstorm. 

“It’s going to be awhile until the storm passes.” Tighnari said as he added more sticks into the fire. 

“Ah. Damn, at least the photos are safe.” You said checking the photos to see if they were actually safe.

“Hey ‘Nari I’m gonna take a nap.” He nodded and you laid down and decided to take a nap. 

You don’t know how long it’s been since you fell asleep but you woke up to a whine and grunts. 

“Tighnari?” you called out for him. The fire was slowly dying out but still provided enough light to see his outline. 

You kneeled beside him and carefully turned him over to see him. His ears were flat down and you could tell he was breathing heavily. 

He curled himself into a ball and whimper. 

“Tighnari? Are you ok?” You asked, worried about his health.

“It’s just a lit–little fever…no worries..” He said trying to maintain his composure, but clearly that wasn’t working. You didn’t believe that it was a fever. 

You placed a hand over his forehead to check for his temperature and instead of a kind response from him, he grabbed your wrists and pinned you down. (dear lord). 

“Please…” He practically moaned. The archons were testing your self-control cause you were about to ravage this man the moment he said please. 

This fine ass man was dry humping your thigh looking for some friction as you laid on the ground dazed. You quickly snapped out of it and you pressed your thigh closer to him. 

“What a pretty sight to see.” You could tell he was getting close to his high by the way he was moving slower but humping harder, but you wanted to have a little more fun with him.

You removed your thigh and stripped your pants and underwear off. You made sure you placed it under you. He understood what you were doing, slightly annoyed at you for stopping but he followed as well. 

You laid him down and positioned yourself on top of him. You started off slow, coating his dick with your own cum. You were going painfully slow, watching him writhe around and while like a cute little dog, it got you excited.

 He was getting annoyed with your antics and forcefully grabbed your hips to lift you up and slam you down straight into him. You moaning loudly at the sudden feeling of being penetrated, but how he filled you up. 

Every thrust made you see stars as strings of moans left your mouth. Your hips started moving on their own, at this rate you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten. 

“I-I’m close” Tighnari grunted out. He clawed into your thighs leaving you crescent shaped moons which made you wince. 

A few more thrust and you came all over him. It wasn’t long until he came inside as well. His cum felt warm and you could feel it dripping down your thighs as you got off him and collapsed next to him. 

He pulled you closer to him and hugged you. 

All you could hear was a thank you and love you as you cuddled him for the remainder of the sandstorm. 

Candace:

It’s been a couple of hours since this sandstorm started and you took shelter in a nearby cave that had some abandoned stuff. 

You rummaged through the things to see what you could find, not much but there was a couple of books, food, and sticks. You noticed a broken cup and decided to move it out the way. As you picked up the shards and placed them in a box, a small shard cut your hand.

“Fuck! Ow…whatever..” 

You weren't far from Aaru village, but this sandstorm would sweep you away if you tried. 

“Y/N?” You heard someone call your name from the entrance of the cave. You turned your head towards the person calling your name and found Candace standing there. 

“Candace? What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Looking for you of course..I got worried when you didn’t come back and assumed you got stuck in the storm.” She said, as she walked over to where you set up a little fire and sat down next to you. 

“How…? How did you get through the sandstorm???” You were hella confused on how this woman managed to find you in this crazy ass sandstorm.

“My shield helped and I know my way through the desert.” She smiled and looked down at your hand. 

“Your hand is bleeding.” She took your hand and noticed some gauze in one of the boxes near you and took it. 

“Oh. I accidentally picked up a broken vase and cut myself.. No big deal.”

“Y/N! You could’ve gotten an infection. I don’t like when you get hurt, you know this.” Candace spoke with a gentle soft voice that made your heart flutter. You chuckled and looked away embarrassed. 

“Yeah I know…sorry Candace…It won’t happen again” You felt her finish wrapping your hand. You were going to check out your hand to see the job well done, but she grabbed your chin and made you look at her. She stared at you intently, looking at every feature you had. 

“C-Candace??!” You stuttered out. It took you by surprise and your heart rate increased. 

“Making sure your pretty face isn’t injured.” You were now staring at her with a flustered face. 

Your eyes trailed down from her gorgeous heterochromic eyes down to her lips. It seemed like she caught on at where you were looking at because the next thing she did was lean into you barely brushing her lips onto yours. Her hands cupping the back of your neck and finally kissing you. 

The next couple things were a blur as clothes went flying and her mouth latched onto your neck. 

“Nghh—- wa-wait!” She pushed you back flat to the ground. 

“So wet already? Just for me?” You could feel her breath close, you threw your head back and covered your eyes in embarrassment. 

She noticed this and grabbed your arms and placed them near your side holding them there. You could see her look up at you from her position, her eyes were filled with lust and admiration. 

She gave a quick kiss on your thigh before diving into your soaking cunt. 

“Such a good girl for me. What a divine taste.” She ate you out like it was her last meal. Her hot tongue played with your clit, gently sucking and biting it as you bucked your hips into her face and hands tangling into her hair. 

For each passing minute, your orgasm was nearing. Her tongue was doing some damage but not enough for you to reach your high.  

“Please— i need moreee” Your voice came out as a whine. Eyes were glossy and drool was dripping down your mouth. 

“Mmm what the magic word darling?” She asked with a sly smirk plastered on her lips. Her fingers teased your entrance and you moaned out. 

“Ngh-ah– M-mommy…pleaseee~” Now your face is completely red. It didn’t even register in your head what you said until it came out. You didn’t care, all you wanted was to cum all over her fingers. 

Her 2 fingers slipped into you easily and started pumping in and out, hitting that sweet spot. Moans and screams of her names left your mouths like a prayer on repeat. 

She added a 3rd finger and pumping harder but slower, making you go stupid. 

“My good slut~ taking it all in easily~” She said in such an angelic voice. She left marks all over your inner thigh. Pretty purple colored your thighs now. 

“‘ s’good…mommyyy!” Praises flowed out of her mouth which made you even more wet than before. 

All you could hear was the sinful sounds coming from your cunt. Her mouth latched back onto your clit, providing more stimulation. Your brain turned to mush and it was no longer moaning of her name but just babble. 

“A-aahh... Ahn... Candace—!!!”  Her fingers kept moving and her mouth sucked. Not a single moment did she stop. 

“O-oh…AHH- COMING!!” Suddenly the knot burst, coming all over her face. You were near passing out but still felt her fingers leave and her tongue licking up all your cum. 

Your vision was blurring and your body felt like jelly. She sat on your lap and sucked on your neck leaving marks. This women had a mission to mark you. 

“That was a nice appetizer, but I'm ready for the main course~” She said, licking her fingers while smirking. 

Archons bless you because you won’t be able to walk, but it will be all worth it. 

[yoonsenji]

When you're injured!//Genshin.

Character:

Beidou, Ningguang, Venti, Furina, Scaramouch, Xiao.

//Beidou•°★

• At first she was a bit worried since you don't seem to be in much pain and it was just some blood on your clothes, but after they removed your clothes and see the wound she was full on panicking.

• She decide to stop the ship at any near by place where there might be a doctor even tho the ship already have a doctor. She does not want to risk losing you.

• Would stay by your side and help the doctor with anything, if they're out of medicine she'll walk miles no run without stopping just so you could get better. If she have to fight any nasty monster she would without hesitation, she doesn't care about her well being... You matter more.

• Always by your side and if she isn't Kazuha is there to guard you... You are in a valuable situation and being take advantage of was easy... It's either she's there or kazuha is there to guard you.

Scribble<3

Your stomach was slash by the dragon as you lay on the cold wooden floor of the ship, you were wet cause you fall into the ocean and got save by your lover Beidou. As soon as you fall she jump behind you to save you, your temperature was raising up as you could feel the blood pouring out from the open wound. You could also feel the arm of your lover holding you closer near her as you felt wet tears onto your face. Taking deep breath as the sound of thunder and storm fill your ears as you close your eyes, it was getting hard to keep yourself conscious. The feeling of sleep was luring you and you were so close to, so close to sleeping. " It's ok... I'm here dear, rest assure... I have taken care of that beast, " your lover assuring you that everything was completely fine now. As you slip into the darkness

Next thing you knew you were in a bed... A bed that was never in the ship, that make you realise you weren't in water no longer but in land as your hand was hold firmly by someone. You look at the person as it was your lover sleeping as your hand was in hers, as kazuha was standing behind her with a smile as he look at you. " She couldn't sleep for day's and have been in that position for day's waiting for you, " the boy told you as you nod back as reply. Beidou didn't want to leave you at all which led to her not sleeping properly.

//Ningguang•°★

• doesn't matter how badly you're injured or not... You'll always get the best treatment, cover in fluffy blanket and her spoiling you

• You would be served the best soup for someone sick and if you crave anything just ask doesn't matter where it is from you'll reserve it. When Ningguang is done with work she would take care of you herself.

• Feeding you herself, cuddling and anything you wish is yours... But, remember she want you to be more careful in return.

Scribble<3

You accidentally fell of a cliff as you broke your ankle making you not being able to walk properly. At first the finest doctor came to your aid as other serve you fruit any fruit you wish to eat, your ankle was messaged by the best as you felt a lot better, a hot bath was prepared for you as well as a king size fluffy bed was prepared by you. Atlast you finally meet your lover Ningguang, she of course was extremely worried about your we'll being and ask you to be more careful, she than told you that you'll have to rest in bed for atleast a week or else she would make sure you do as she say.

Ningguang of course scold you but lightly not wanting to hurt you any further, at night she would just cuddle with you and in the morning she would bath with you. In the afternoon she would come visit you and you and her would have a little home date at night. After you get better she promised to take you to an expensive date to celebrate you getting better.

//Venti•°★

• The anemo God was of course very worried about your health as you got seriously hurt during a commission. You were lying inside the church as Barbara look after you.

• Of course he beg of the nun to let him in and see you even just seeing you would make the worry in his heart fade away a bit.

• He would sing any song you wish to listen, he would even bring you apple for you to eat so you'll feel way better. Hoing out to drink wasn't on his mind at all you were his first priority afterall.

Scribble<3

You were laying on the bed as barbara bandages you up with a soft smile, as you look around to not see the face of your lover. " Please let me see them! I won't cause any problems I swear " The voice of your lover echo in your ears as the door finally open. Just to see your lover with a worried look on his face.

" Ah, there you are " he say with a calm tone as he walk towards you with a smile. Sitting down next to you as he hold your hand firmly not letting go of you again. He can't help but blame himself for letting you go out by yourself, sometimes even the wind can't always blow the way it want.

//Furina•°★

• Extremely dramatic, fake cry although it might be real tears, won't get away from you and cling onto you like her life depends on it.

• Even neuvillette can't get the archon away from you, even pulling her away wouldn't do anything she was stuck to you like glue and she was secretly playing doctor with you since she was extremely bored and have to entertain herself somehow.

• She would still have tea party with you and as her three acquaintance might or may not attack some random object sometimes in which neuvillette have to get involved for them to stop since Furina doesn't want to get involved with the problem her little friends have cause.

Scribble<3

The hydro archon sir by your side as she rub the tears off her face as she take the tissue and used it to properly wipe the tears. The hydro dragon was standing beside her as he was extremely not having any of it, of course he was upset to see you in pain but Furina was turning the sad situation into something else. " oh my dear, I didn't thought those comission were that hard " Furina say as she low-key through the comission you do were just child play. " but, when you get better let's have a tea party ok? Just the two of us... And neuvillette! You better join for her sake " Furina was full on party mod. She was already planning everything in her head.

" It's time we go... It's getting late and lady (___) should get some rest as well " Neuvillette suggest as Furina sigh, " Well... I'm staying here " Furina say out as the taller male look at her pure confusion, " My dear must feel really lonely without me... So I'm sleeping here " she added " On that chair? " Neuvillette ask once again as she nod her head aggressively there was nothing that can stop her from being this close to you. The taller male sigh knowing well that the shorter girl would not budge at all and decide to leave instead of having to force the girl and drain more of his energy as well. " My dear... Let's have a sleep over ok? Gosh! Let's stay up the whole night! " Furina fell asleep first.

//Scaramouch•°★

• Insult you on how pathetic and weak you are but gently look after your wounds like you would break at any point. He of course Harshly scowled you on how careful you have to be since you're just a pathetic human that have a life spam of a rat.

• Do not expect much from him since he is only acting nice cause Nahida force him... That's why he say in deep down he actually care and is very worried you'll leave him just like how everyone did and is doing everything in his power to prevent you from death.

• If it was a person who hurt you... Be at rest since he will complete oblerate them in a blink of an eye. If it was for some stupid reason you'll get an endless amount of teasing from him.

Scribble<3

You lay on the bed as Nahida tend to your wounds afterall who would trust Scaramouch to look after anyone. Although he was only throwing raw insult at you, you knew that he didn't mean any of them... Except some. You got hurt during a fight and you got found by Scaramouch who was just wondering around. That's what he told you but in reality the short boy was just following you to make sure you were doing just fine, and much to his surprise you needed his help.

Scaramouch did indeed defeat the one you possibly couldn't without a problem. And carry you to Nahida asking for her help, Scaramouch was only worried when you were sleeping but now you're away he was teasing you and constantly making fun of you. Just expect this for atleast a week and it'll go away if you're lucky enough.

//Xiao•°★

• The poor yaksha was worried for you as he pick you up and hurriedly bring you to baizhu and stay by your side as much as he could.

• He could not stop by blame himself for you going through such pain, only if he was more cautious you and him would have been sitting together cherishing the moon light like normally. Just because he wasn't careful enough you got caugh in his problem and got hurt.

• if you do not wake up for a long time he would possibly go insane and go killing demon without stopping. Trying to forget what is going on and won't stop until you wake up... You'll have to tell him again and again that it wasn't his fault at all or else he would keep blaming himself.

Scribble<3

You wake up to the dimly light of the candle as you see the doctor himself Baizhu... He was sitting on his chair writing as soon as he noticed you being awake he approached you. " Feeling any pain? " he ask as you nod a No to him. Instead you were worried about the whereabouts of your lover more than anything else, the last thing you know was that... You being hit instead of your lover so he probably saved you and bring you here. " Where is Xiao? " you as calmly as you waited for the answer... " Ah... I shall call for him, please wait " Baizhu said as he walked out as you waited patiently for your lover to come inside. As soon as you see him you couldn't help but smile at him.

" Why would you... Get in the way? " Xiao ask you as you look at him unsure to. But, you knew well that he was probably blaming himself deep down as well. So you pull him in a hug as you hold him dearly. The yaksha was dumbfounded but felt comfort in your embrace and hug you back. " I was worried you died " You told him as he sigh at you " That should have been my line " the yaksha say as you couldn't help but smile at him. He doesn't express much but it's enough for you to know that he love you dearly.

[angelltheninth]

Sharing the Warmth

Pairing: Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cockwarming, fluff, neck kisses, biting, cock riding (just a hint of it), praise, flirting, teasing

Word count: 0.5k

Ao3

A/N: People do be thirsty for big money dragon daddy don't they. We'll ok he's broke now but you know what I mean. This was a very fun commission to work on. As always reblogs are much appreciated and encouraged. Don't be scared to hit that little magic button. I also have a Ko-Fi if you feel like doing that.

You take a deep breath as you try your best to sit still in Zhongli's lap. He's not even paying attention to you, just looking though reports, while you're trying very hard not to ride his cock.

When you came into his office you were already needy. He ate you out in the morning before he had to head off but you haven't seen him for over a week when he was away, you needed a lot more than one passionate night and being his breakfast.

Zhongli's however had things he needed to catch up on. So given how he likes making deals he suggested you compromise. He let you sit on his cock, the feeling of fullness somewhat helping the burning ache inside you.

"Sit still darling." You feel his breath tickle your ear.

You bite your lower lip and grip the edge of the table until your knuckles go while.

"In and out." You moan at his words. You hear a chuckle behind you as his hands comes to rest on your bare thigh rubbing slowly up and down, "I meant your breathing. Take deep breaths. In and out. Relax for me."

"Easy for you to say." You grind down on his lip, getting him to make a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl.

"Well you're certainly not making it so." His hand leaves your thigh to rest on your hip. "You're making me very temped to take the rest of your clothes off and just..." He raises his hips a little, which makes your head fall back and a breathy moan leave your lips, "Have my way with you right here."

"God, please." You whimper and plead in a low voice, your hand finding the back of his on the desk and winding your fingers with his. Zhongli hums, his nose buried into the crock of your neck.

"Tempting. Very tempting my darling. Even referring to me as your god." His tongue darts out and licks a stripe from your shoulder to your neck, "But I'm afraid I need work that needs to be done. If you're good for me and sit still, let me finish- hhnm!" Zhongli's fangs sink into your bare shoulder as you tighten around him, "Finish work..." He kisses over the bite mark, "Keep warming my cock, and when I'm done, I'll take you to bed and fulfill my end of the contract. How does that sound?"

With a shaky breath you turn your head towards him and capture his lips with your own, "It better be damn good then. I want to be filled up." You whisper the words against him, your voice low and dripping with arousal. He bites back a groan and for a moment you swear you see his eyes glow.

"Vixen." He smiles finally, his head resting on your shoulder, arm wrapping around your stomach as he gets back to work which he will, hopefully, be done with soon. If not you just might cave in and ride him right in his office. Somehow you don't think he'd mind that as much as he says he would but you decide to be a good girl and listen to him. This time.

[prettyrealm]

monsta x i.m as a boyfriend reading

this reading is a paid commision, thank you so much for trusting in me! <3 celebrity commissions • personal commissions

overall:

i.m is super dependent and wants the perfect partnership, but he’s also very closed off, so he wishes he could skip the talking stage (getting to know each other, gauging whether he can trust you or not and eventually having to open up himself) and just be locked in and in love. he has very high expectations - it’s not just about going on dates and remembering anniversaries to him, it’s a life long partnership. i.m wants to grow with his partner and do everything together - he wouldn’t even be in a relationship if he didn’t want to do things as a unit. he’s someone who really values loyalty, so he will be there for you through tough times or if you were to fall ill. he wants a classic “your strengths make up for my weaknesses” and vice versa relationship, where you are always each others first choice. I think i.m genuinely wants to be a good boyfriend. he wants you to be able to go to your friends like “yeah my bf does everything right.” he’s also a very patient person, he wants to stick by someone through all phases that they go through. another thing is that i.m is good at removing himself from toxic situations when he recognises them (it’s just that he can also find “red flags” that could really be worked through instead).

strengths:

i.m is mega romantic, he wants wants you to feel special and loved. he will do all the easy things like celebrating birthdays and vacationing but also all the hard things - supporting you through goals & dreams, sicknesses, grief etc. he’s genuinely a giving person. he really wants to learn about you and make you feel comfortable to the point you can tell him ANYTHING, he doesn’t want you to be shy about anything, even with smaller things (like he’ll buy your tampons). he wants to grow with you and even likes to talk about long term goals and making sure that you guys achieve them (like coming up with a 5 year plan or “ok where will we be this time next year?”). he is also the type to own up to his faults and apologize if he truly believes he was in the wrong. but basically, he’s going to try and be giving to you in every way (time, energy, money etc.), he is a very generous lover.

weaknesses:

he looks for red flags and he’s paranoid about how much the other person really likes him, so that causes him to put unnecessary stress on the relationship. he’s definitely still hung up on someone from his past. he’s still trying to find someone he likes as much as her, to the point that even if he’s in a long term relationship currently, he’d be thinking “when will it feel like how it was with her again..”. and in an attempt to be there for people at their worst, he can put up with being treated pretty horribly by partners (not reciprocating his same love & care), and even rationalizes his mistreatment by thinking they’re just going through something and that he’s being supportive (the way he hopes they would for him during bad times). he really has a problem with letting people be really selfish with his money, energy and time. while he will end things once he realizes a person is truly selfish, he realizes too late. due to wanting such a deep connection, he can be a smothering partner - behaving too pushy and not giving the other person a chance to breathe. i.m is really desperate to be understood, he wants a girl that can get him like he wants to get her, but then still refuses to open up to her. it’s like he doesn’t get people can’t learn to know him if he refuses to tell them who he is. he puts more value on looks than he thinks he does, going after super pretty girls and just hoping their personalities will be compatible (or even improve) once they date. overall, he’s just really paranoid.

what kind of relationship is i.m looking for?

right now, i.m wants a very serious relationship. one where they feel safe with each other and they don’t mock or tease each other - mutually very supportive. he wants a really close relationship - to the point where other people might judge it or think it’s too much (maybe having each other locations on, or knowing passwords etc). he is looking for a very equal relationship, where they are both very giving but they don’t leech off of each other (so he wants a strong woman, sort of like a power couple, though he not really looking to dominate the business world or anything). he wants to spend A LOT of time with the person he’s dating (decorate their home together, travel together etc.). he wants a relationship where you go home to them after a long day and know you’re going to feel safe, supported and comforted. a peaceful and protecting relationship. he’s looking for a long term relationship.

[eddie-van-munson]

Metallica Lullabies (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Requested by: @jaiuneamesolitaiire

Summary: When the Reader finds herself unexpectedly pregnant, she debates whether or not to tell Eddie. Should she risk him feeling trapped? Or should she just disappear?

Warnings: Angst (Hurt to Comfort), Steve Sets the Reader Straight, Cursing, Refrences to Drugs, Non-Descript Mentions of Vomiting/Morning Sickness, Mentions of Hospitals/Doctors.

(I will get a "Read More" cut in this ASAP. Requests are OPEN.)

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"Y/N, you've got to tell him. He deserves to know."

Eddie hadn't meant to overhear. He really hadn't.

He normally drove home, but the van was temporarily out of commission, so he'd decided to walk through the woods to the trailer park. It was easier that way, and there was a trail he could follow through to the other side.

You'd told him you had tutoring, but there you were, sitting at a picnic table in the woods with Harrington. You didn't seem to be reviewing equations.

"You know I can't do that."

Steve ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "So what? You've already broken the poor guys heart and now you're just gonna leave town?"

Your voice cracked, "It's not like I have much of a choice, Steve! I've got about a month and then it becomes pretty fucking obvious!"

Eddie's heart plunged into his stomach. Leave town? A month?

"You do have a choice, Y/N! Sit down and talk to him! Tell him the truth like a goddamn grown up!"

You buried your head in your hands, expression crumbling a little. Eddie's head was spinning. He wanted to march out of the woods and ask what the hell was going on.

Steve sighed, seeing your eyes welling, and sat down. "Listen, Y/N..."

You quickly blinked away the evidence of your tears, trying to save face.

"Eddie's a good guy." Steve insisted. "A great guy. He loves you. He'd drop everything to take care of you, Y/N. You know that."

You shook your head, "That's what I'm afraid of."

Steve frowned.

You took a deep breath, "He'll drop out the minute I tell him. I know it. He'll want to try and get a better job." You paused, "He's worked seven years on that diploma. I'm not going to be the thing that keeps him from it."

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, thinking.

You swallowed the knot in your throat, "He'll put the band on hold and Hellfire and everything he loves. I can't let him put his whole life up in the attic because of this, Steve. He's got a million plans. Beautiful plans."

"Did you ever think those plans might involve you?"

You went silent, eyes welling again.

Steve took your hands, "Hey...look at me." You met his gaze, hesitantly. "This is a choice you're going to have to let him make, ok?"

You nodded pitifully, and Steve gave a soft smile.

"So, you're going to talk to him, right?"

You paused, taking a shakey breath, and nodded.

Steve grinned. "Atta girl."

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Wayne wasn't there when Eddie made it back to the trailer. He sighed, laying flat on his bed and looking up at the ceiling. What the fuck? What the fuck?

What hadn't you told him? He'd known you'd been distant since you'd broken things off, but he'd thought maybe you were busy or you felt awkward about it. But now you were leaving town? Because you'd had sex with your best friend and regretted it? Oh god, did you regret it?

What did you mean about putting his plans on hold to take care of you? Were you sick? Holy shit. What if you were sick? Like, really sick. Hospital sick.

 He worried himself until his eyes grew heavy, his stomach aching. He had a furrow in his dark brows when he finally drifted off to sleep.

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You couldn't keep any dinner down. The thought of going to Eddie's plagued your stomach, making it rocky and volatile.

Or maybe that was leftover morning sickness.

You'd been friends with Eddie since you were in 7th grade. You'd been in love with him since the 8th. You'd been pining after that curly headed, stupidly endearing boy since you were 14.

You'd finally cracked a few months ago. You'd been staying over for the weekend with him while Wayne was out of town, indulging in as much weed, junk food, and Family Video rentals as the two of you could possibly enjoy.

He'd looked so pretty there, his cheeks pink and flushed from the weed. You watched him for a long time, admiring the flutter of his thick lashes as his eyes grew heavy. He held you closer and closer as the night went on, and before you knew what had happened, you were kissing him. His lips were soft, and he tasted like candy and weed. His hands were warm as they traveled over you, and his touches were comforting. Familiar. It was as if he filled a deep ache as you finally took him inside you.

For two months, you made up for lost time. You slept in each others arms and whispered I love yous against one another's skin as you drifted off. You combed through his curls gently with your fingertips when he didn't take care of them well enough for your liking. He pulled you into needy kisses that ended too quickly because he was smiling too hard. You sat in his lap and let him teach you chords on his guitar until your un-callused fingers ached, and he kissed them better.

But then your period was late. The first time, you ignored it, assuming you'd tracked it wrong. The second month you missed, panic settled in your belly.

You took two drugstore tests, and each one marked itself with two little lines. Surely, it was a mistake. You and Eddie were safe. Well...you were most of the time.

It wasn't until a doctor pressed a sensor to your belly and a pulsing beat transmitted onto the screen that it sunk in. A heartbeat. A baby growing in your stomach. Yours and Eddie's.

You sat in your room and cried for the rest of the night, clutching your stomach. Not because you were angry or upset, but because the moment you'd heard the sound of the little heart beating inside you, you'd fallen in love with it. Deep in your chest, you knew you could never give it up.

You'd be a mom at nineteen. You'd have no money. You'd live paycheck to paycheck in shitty apartments and eat frozen dinners.

You couldn't ask Eddie to make the same decision. You couldn't let him make it out of guilt, either.

So, you didn't tell him. You broke up with him, trembling and holding back tears the entire time, and threw up behind the trailer on your way out. Thank god he hadn't heard.

You'd even planned to pack a few things in your car and drive to Indianapolis, hoping to get out of town before you started to show. Maybe you'd come back in a year or two when the baby was born. Maybe he'd understand. Maybe he wouldn't be angry.

No. Steve was right. You couldn't take that choice from him.

The more you thought about it, the more things you'd stared to imagine. You imagined Eddie holding a bundle of blankets, smiling down at a tiny face with a grin. You imagined him humming Metallica songs like they were lullabies. You imagined tiny, curious hands tugging at his curls, making him giggle.

You loved him. God, you loved him so much. You couldn't leave him. Not your best friend. Not your Eddie.

So there you were, trembling as you walked up the steps to the trailer. Wayne was gone. You'd noticed the missing truck in the driveway as you opened the front door with your spare key.  "Eds?....Eddie?"

You wandered around the silent trailer, your heart aching when you finally found him sprawled across his bed, fast asleep. You sat beside him, his eyes fluttering softly as you grazed your thumb over his cheek. Your perfect boy. He loved you so well. He always had. Eddie hummed, his gaze focusing on you, and you gave a soft smile, "Hey, baby..."

His hand drifted up to hold yours, cradling it to his cheek. His eyes closed again as he  enjoyed your touch. "I've missed you."

The corners of your eyes stung, "I've missed you too, Eds."

He snuck a hand around your back, giving your shirt a soft tug to guide you down into his arms. You rested your head on his chest, your forehead nudging into the crook of his shoulder.

There was a long silence, his hand rubbing up and down your back soothingly. He'd missed your body warmth. He'd missed the smell of your shampoo and the flutter of your eyelashes against his skin. He swallowed thickly, trying to bring himself back in.

"Why are you leaving town?" His voice was soft. Pitiful.

Your lips and words were warm against his throat when you spoke. "What?"

He sighed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with one hand. "The van broke down this morning. I had to walk to school and back through the woods."

Your eyes went wide, and you sat up to look at him in the eye. "You heard Steve and I talking?"

He nodded, giving your hip a squeeze. "Yeah...I did."

Your brain short circuited for a moment, unable to regroup your mental index cards to read off to him.

 He tucked some hair behind your ear, seeing the look on your face. "It's ok." He sounded so gentle. "I'm not upset with you. Not at all. I just..." His trailed off, eyes still heavy with sleep. "Can you start from the beginning for me?" He looked so sweet. So understanding and patient that you could have cried.

You gave a watery smile, admiring him for a moment in disbelief before leaning down to grant him a soft, shy kiss. He sighed happily against your lips, allowing himself to indulge in you for a moment. He pecked your lips one last time before you pulled away, looking so fondly at you. "Missed that too, you know..."

The smile you gave was so tender that he felt like he could faint. A longing settled in his throat. A desperation to keep you right here beside him. 

You took a deep breath, trying to let his body warmth seep down into your bones. It was Eddie. Sweet Eddie. He'd understand. He always did. He loved you.

"Eddie, I'm pregnant." You whispered, croakily. Your eyes shined with nervous tears.

You watched as he processed the words...an ever so slight furrow in his brow as he put two and two together. His eyes were wide when they met yours again, "A-Are you really?"

You nodded.

His heart skipped a beat as his head still struggled to comprehend. "And it's mine?" His voice broke, eyes glossing.

"It's yours, Eds." A tear rolled down your cheek as you watched his brain work through what you'd just thrown its way.

"You're really...I mean, you're not bullshitting me or anything? I'm gonna be a d-..." His words cut off, a tear finally rolling its way down his cheek.

"I don't...I don't want you to feel like you have to be, ok? I mean it." Your hands were shakey as you fiddled with the zipper of his jacket. "I don't want you to do this if it's not what you want. I know keeping it...it's going to be really fucking hard, Eds, and I'm not going to force that on you."

Eddie felt like his ears had been stuffed with cotton. Your words sounded fuzzy and distant to him now, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest. A baby. A baby.

"H-How big is the b-...?" He whispered, unable to find his a voice. "How far along?"

Your throat tightened as you watched his blank expression, tears streaming steadily from his big brown eyes. He was overwhelmed. You could see it. Really overwhelmed.

"About three months. Fifteen weeks." You held his trembling hand in your own, soothingly. "The doctor said it's about the size of an apple."

Eddie gave a soft sob at the information, sniffling as he scrubbed the tears from his face. "Does she kick yet? Can you feel her?"

You tucked some hair behind his ear, trying to soothe him. You smiled, chuckling softly. "We don't know if it's a girl or a boy yet, Eds."

"It's a girl." He croaked, giving a faint smile up at you.

You laughed, "How do you know?"

He shook his head, "I just know." His smile was more sure now, his thumb grazing over your knuckles passively.

You took a deep breath, letting your muscles relax a little. He wasn't angry.

"I haven't felt any kicks yet, but they're supposed to start in the next month or so."

He gave an amazed chuckle, holding his temples for a moment before looking back at you. He wrapped a hand around your arms, helping you sit up on your knees beside him. "I want to see you. Please let me see you."

He sounded so desperate. Your heart fluttered as you grabbed the bottom of your shirt and pulled it off. His eyes trailed over you so lovingly.

Your tummy looked almost the same, the only noticeable difference being an ever so slight swell to it. His expression was unreadable as he laid a gentle hand on you, his rings making you shiver.

"Holy shit, Y/N."

You swallowed the knot in your throat, insecurity creeping in. "I know I don't look the same. I understand if you-"

"I love you."

Your eyes widened at his groaned words, "What?"

"You look so fucking gorgeous. Jesus H. Christ, Y/N. Fuck..."  His hands were warm and big on your belly and he was looking at you like you hung the stars. "Look at you."

You gave a soft sob at his loving words and his heart ached, pulling you down again into a needy kiss.

"I don't understand." He hummed against your lips, hands exploring your hips. His words were breathy. "Why didn't you tell me? Why were you going to leave town?"

You rest your forehead against his, memorizing how pretty his eyelashes looked when they were stuck together with tears. "I didn't want you to feel trapped. You shouldn't be forced to make the same decision I am. And you shouldn't make it out of guilt."

"Guilt..." He whispered, his eyes clouded with thought.

You pressed a kiss to his pink nose, "I-...I love you so much. I love you so much. I never wanted to leave you. I broke it off because..." You swallowed thickly. "I was scared of ruining your all of your plans. So, I decided to try and hide it. To break up with you and leave town before you could see the bump."

His brow was furrowed as you tried to explain yourself. He took your trembling hand, giving it a squeeze.

"I can still leave, if that's what you need."

"Y/N, no-"

"I mean it, Eddie. I won't be angry." He had so much sympathy and confusion in his eyes as he looked up at you. "You have so many beautiful dreams, Eds. I'm not going to take them from you-"

"Y/N. Stop talking."

You went silent, staring at beautiful Eddie Munson. Memorizing him as if you'd never see him again.

"You keep going on about my plans and my dreams, babe. This...You? You're a better dream than any of that shit, ok? It pales in comparison. Loving you? Loving a baby? That's a million times better than anything I could have possibly thought up."

Tears welled in your eyes and you gave a soft sob, he cradled your face, wiping your tears. "B-Better than The Garden?"

He grins, tears welling in his own eyes now. What did he ever do to deserve you? To deserve someone so protective over him and his dreams that they were willing to do anything to keep them alive?

"Fuck the Garden, babe. I'm gonna be a dad."

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[kallie-den]

Renewable Energy

Ziratha, an intrepid young succubus researcher, finds the ultimate solution to the looking Succubus Energy Crisis: a device that brainwashes its subjects back into nourishing, delicious, easily-flustered virgins - even rough, experienced, punk trans girls like Vivi

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“Wow. This is a succubus’s lab?” The crust punk trans girl looked around Ziratha’s research laboratory and sniffed. “I would have expected more candles. Magic circles. Maybe a few jars of goat semen or something.”

Ziratha the succubus rolled her eyes as the punk laughed at her own bad joke. “That’s a stereotype. You’d think humans would know better now. We’ve been living amongst your kind for decades now, and-“

“And succubi are simply people just like us, living perfectly normal lives, except for the whole needing sex for subsistence thing,” the punk interrupted. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard the history lesson before.”

Ziratha had to suppress a groan. Alongside her PhD research, a full-time job in its own right, she worked part-time as an adjunct making minimum wage. She’d forgotten what a good night’s sleep felt like. Half her blood was coffee. She was way too tired for this.

Unfortunately for her, this punk girl - Vivi - was the best shot she was going to get at seeing her research reach fruition.

“Anyway,” Vivi piped up, “hurry up and tell me why I’m here already.”

“You’re here,” Ziratha replied tersely, “because I caught you breaking a window at the back of the lab. Probably looking for something to sell. And because if you help me out, I can delete the feed from the security camera. Got it?”

“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,” Vivi shot back. “HRT ain’t free, you know?”

Ziratha sighed. In truth, she didn’t hold the attempted theft against her. It was simply that the succubus really, really needed just one single research subject. One was surely all it would take to get the funding board to sit up and pay attention.

“So, c’mon,” Vivi insisted. “What do you need me to do?”

Ziratha took a very, very deep breath. “OK, let me explain. Firstly, what do you know about the SEC?”

Vivi sniffed. “Sounds familiar.

“The Succubus Energy Crisis,” Ziratha told her patiently. “We succubi depend on energy harvested from our sexual partners. You clearly know that much. However, what you may not know is that sexual energy isn’t a sustainable resource.”

“How’s that?” Vivi seemed more interested in scoping out Ziratha’s messy lab than in the answer.

“The amount of energy a succubus harvests from her partner is inversely proportional to their sexual experience,” Ziratha went on. Reciting this was practically automatic. She’d been over it a hundred times in class. “The potency of sexual energy declines after, well, sex. Especially sex with succubi. The more we take, the less they have to give. Sex with ‘well-used’ partners yields negligible energy - and furthermore, might actually kill the human.”

“OK.” Vivi laughed offhandedly. “So what? There will always be more virgins, right?”

“That’s what people used to say about coal and oil,” Ziratha pointed out. “As it turns out, no. Thanks to a declining birth rate, an increasingly sexualized culture, and a constant expansion of liberal sexual mores into untapped parts of the world, reserves are depleting faster than they can naturally refill. Humanity’s store of sexual energy is trending towards zero. Starvation for succubuskind.”

“Right…” Vivi said skeptically, before shrugging. “I don’t see what that’s got to do with me.”

“I was getting to that,” Ziratha retorted. “I’m working on a solution, OK? See, traditional succubic magiscience holds that the depletion of sexual energy following virginity loss is a spiritual-metaphysical phenomenon. In other words, completely and totally irreversible. But that’s bullshit!”

Vivi looked up sharply at the sudden outburst of passion from the succubus.

“Those idiots in the academy just don’t want to let go of their precious little doctrines!” Ziratha fumed. “They’d rather sink billions into pipe dreams than admit the textbooks could be wrong.  I mean, the SuperCharm Collider? Seriously? It’s a joke! But once I get my funding, I’ll be the one who’s laughing!”

She let out a loud, rich cackle worthy of her demonic forebears.

“See, my research indicates that the source of this problem is purely neural-psychological,” Ziratha ranted. “In other words: if you can turn back the clock on someone’s mind, you can completely refill their sexual energy. It’s a perfect solution. Renewable energy for all, forever. But the Institutional Review Board won’t give me the damn funding for a proper set of clinical trials.”

“Hold up,” Vivi broke in. “Are you about to tell me that I’m your guinea pig? And… you want to turn me back into a virgin?”

Ziratha grinned, her eyes flashing behind her nerdy glasses. “Exactly! Behold my Transcranial Magical Stimulation Unit. Which I expect to be known more widely as: the revirginization helmet!”

Reaching over to her workbench, she picked up something that looked halfway between an old VR headset and a military-issue tin foil hat.

Vivi folded her arms over her battle vest. “There’s no way I’m wearing that.”

“It’s safe!” Ziratha insisted defensively. “I made sure of it. If it wasn’t, this would kill my entire career.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Vivi replied, unconvinced. Then, she tilted her head to one side, and a crafty, dirty grin slowly spread across her face. “Hey. How about you and I go someplace comfortable and find a solution to a different kind of energy crisis?”

“Huh?” Ziratha blinked.

Vivi kept grinning and winked.

“Oh, I see.” Ziratha smiled wearily. “You want to have sex.”

Vivi giggled and nodded. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” the punk girl said, “but you look like you could do with a little top-off.”

Ziratha frowned. “Rude!”

In truth, though, she couldn’t be too offended. It had been a long time since Ziratha had fed properly, and it showed. Proper, nourishing partners weren’t easy to come by. Her deep red skin had taken on a slightly unhealthy pallor, her horns were nubs, and her tail was just a thin, dainty little thing. It was a far cry from the kind of overbearingly transhuman appearance succubi could have if they were permitted to glut themselves to their hearts’ content.

Admittedly, Ziratha wasn’t exactly playing to her own strengths. Instead of anything particularly alluring, she was dressed in the universal uniform of the overworked grad student: an old t-shirt, grey sweatpants and comfy sneakers, with a lab coat over top. Her hair was tied back in a hasty ponytail, her huge, round glasses made her look like exactly the nerd she was, and she hadn’t bothered with any makeup to hide the dark circles under her eyes.

Beneath it all, though, she still had a killer body. She was still a succubus, after all.

“What do you say?” Vivi proposed. She glanced pointedly at Ziratha’s chest. “Wanna turn those C-cups into something bigger?”

Ziratha was surprised Vivi knew so much about how energy levels affected succubi. “You’ve slept with my kind before?”

“Sure have.” Vivi’s smirk was infuriatingly cocky. “A few times. And don’t worry - they were never disappointed. I know just how to treat a girl - mortal or demon.”

Ziratha rolled her eyes at the lewd comments, but she was smiling too. This made Vivi the ideal test subject. It was what Ziratha had been hoping for when she’d first laid eyes on her. Vivi was tall, hot, and confident, and while Ziratha knew better than to judge a book by its cover, Vivi did look like someone with a certain amount of ‘experience’.

She was pure punk, top to bottom. Vivi was wearing a battle vest covered in patches and spikes over a simple, loose-fitting top, and beneath the belt she had on a pleated skirt, some torn stockings, and an impressive pair of boots. A lot of the skin she was showing was covered in ink, and both sides of her head were shaven, leaving her with a messy streak of hair that was dyed neon blue.

Ziratha would have been pretty shocked if Vivi had told her she was a virgin.

“As attractive an offer as that is, I’ll have to decline.” Ziratha didn’t bother to conceal her weary sarcasm. “You’re a guinea pig.”

Vivi rolled her eyes. “Fine. I guess I can think of worse things than getting my ‘sexual energy’ replenished - whatever that’s gonna feel like.”

“Great. Great!” Ziratha immediately started ushering Vivi deeper into her lab before the punk could change her mind. “Take a seat, please.”

She gestured towards a chair that looked like it had been ripped out of a hospital examination room, with all kinds of wires and machines hooked up to it. Vivi glanced at the chair dubiously, but still moved to sit down.

“What’s all this, huh?” she asked, settling.

“Just monitoring equipment,” Ziratha explained. “Taking your vitals, measuring neural readings. That kind of stuff.”

“Nerd stuff, got it.” Vivi winked. “OK. I’m ready, I guess.”

Ziratha could barely contain her excitement. This was it. Her breakthrough. Her triumph. But the succubus was too much of a scientist to count her chickens before they hatched. “Here. Put this on.”

She handed Vivi the helmet she’d spent hundreds of hours designing and building. The punk looked at the strange, ramshackle device even more dubiously than she had at the chair, but she did as she was told. Once the helmet was properly adjusted, the screen mounted to it hung in front of Vivi’s face, obscuring most of her vision.

Ziratha tapped a few keys on her laptop and the screen came to life. A few lights and indicators on the helmet started to glow and flash, and the whole apparatus began to hum as the large capacitors mounted to it started to charge.

“Hey, so, how long is this going to take, anyway?” Vivi asked. The punk sounded a little less brash and a little more uncertain now. “Is this, like, some kind of long-ass meditation thing? Because I have places to be.”

“No, don’t worry,” Ziratha answered. “It’s much quicker than that.”

The succubus tapped a few more keys, checked a few readouts, and then hammered the space bar.

There was a huge, bright flash, like an old camera going off.

Vivi went still and stiff for a moment, and then groaned faintly.

“What the fuck?” she complained. “What… was that it?”

“That was it,” Ziratha confirmed. Her tail was very straight, and her voice was thick with anticipation. “How do you feel?”

“My head is throbbing.” Vivi slipped the helmet off her head and blinked as her eyes readjusted. “You could have given me some real warning, you know. So, did it work?”

Ziratha glanced at her laptop screen. “According to the diagnostics, it should have worked.”

“How’s my, uh, energy?” Vivi asked, a faintly mocking smile on her face. “Any of your fancy instruments tell you that?”

Ziratha simply returned the smile. “Oh, I don’t need any instruments for that at all.”

The succubus reached out and took Vivi’s hand, and let her demonic sixth sense for energy tell her everything she needed to know. Her smile immediately became a wide grin. Oh yes, it had worked. Succubi could always tell when someone would make a good meal. It was no different from any other predator’s sense of smell, although physical contact made it far more precise. Right now, Vivi had the scent of a ripe, untouched virgin.

This was it. The breakthrough Ziratha had long searched for. Her invention was about to change the world.

Despite such heady thoughts, though, Ziratha wasn’t celebrating. Something else had caught her attention. There was something very strange about the way Vivi was reacting.

The punk girl was trying not to let it show, but she kept squirming and shifting in her seat. A distinct pink blush was showing in her cheeks, and Ziratha could feel Vivi’s palm starting to turn hot and sweaty as they held hands.

The succubus tilted her head. Now this was very, very interesting.

“Vivi,” Ziratha said. “How do you feel now?”

Vivi couldn’t seem to meet her gaze. “I-I’m fine,” she blurted out in reply. “It’s nothing.”

Ziratha wasn’t buying that for an instant. She had a succubus’s instincts. She could tell when someone was seriously flustered. Experimentally, Ziratha lent in closer and squeezed Vivi’s hand.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Jeez!” Vivi’s voice was a little too strained. Under Ziratha’s watchful gaze, she twitched tellingly. “You’re just being kind of l-lewd.”

Lewd? Just by holding her hand? “Fascinating…” Ziratha murmured.

The succubus pulled away, allowing Vivi to breathe a sigh of relief, and inspected some of her equipment readouts more carefully.

“It clearly worked,” she said, as much to herself as to her test subject. “But there’s signs of something else, too… hey, Vivi. Remind me: you’ve had sex, right?”

In contrast to her earlier, cocksure attitude, Vivi now looked like a deer in headlights at the question. “W-w-well, yeah! Of c-course!”

“So your memory hasn’t been affected, just…” Ziratha murmured, before turning back to Vivi and clapping her hands. “I think I know what’s happened!”

“What?” Vivi demanded. “I mean, uh, nothing. Obviously. But what?”

“Just as I was hoping, my revirginizer helmet completely returned you to a virgin state regarding your reserve of sexual energy,” Ziratha explained. “But I theorize that it also affected some of your closely-related inhibitions, skills, and arousal responses.”

Vivi blinked. “And what does that mean? English please.”

“Well, do you remember being a blushing, nervous, inexperienced teenager, years ago? Remember how much ‘steam’ you had to blow off on a daily basis? Remember how it made you feel when a girl so much as looked at you?”

Vivi nodded, and waited for Ziratha to say something else. But when Ziratha just glanced at her significantly, the punk girl turned as white as a sheet.

“N-no way,” Vivi protested. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m afraid so.” Ziratha giggled. “It’s all connected, it seems. Congratulations. In just about every way that counts, you’re a virgin again.”

Vivi turned from white back to red upon hearing the v-word said out loud. She made to stand up. “I-I can’t believe you did this to me. I gotta get out of here.”

“Wait, wait,” Ziratha urged. She moved to Vivi’s side and calmed her with a simple hand on her arm. “I should really run a few more tests. Just to make sure.”

The succubus’s nostrils flared. She was shocked at how potent Vivi’s energy now felt. It was palpable, even when they weren’t touching. She could sense it in the air. Clearly, she had to investigate further. All in the name of science, of course.

Vivi was back to looking flustered, but she still threw a mutinous glare at Ziratha. “Y-you’re crazy! I can’t believe I even…”

Ziratha swiftly decided that if the betterment of succubuskind wasn’t a good enough reason for Vivi, she’d have to resort to other forms of persuasion. She bent down at the waist, putting her face close to the punk’s, and made her eyes very big and alluring.

“Please?” she whispered, in a voice that was suddenly soft and intimate. “Won’t you stay with me?”

Vivi looked like her body temperature had just shot up ten degrees, and Ziratha noticed that she couldn’t seem to meet her gaze properly. The succubus was sure she wouldn’t have fallen for that five minutes ago, but now she was a total sucker. “S-s-sure,” Vivi managed, in a strained voice.

“Wonderful.” Ziratha licked her lips. The distinctive virgin-scent Vivi was starting to give off was just delicious. “These readings - and reactions - are extraordinary. And I’ve done nothing more than hold your hand.”

Vivi whimpered plaintively.

“I can’t help but wonder,” the succubus murmured, “what kind of yields you might produce with slightly more purposeful stimulation.”

Vivi’s eyes registered alarm but, before she could protest, Ziratha slipped closer and planted a kiss on the punk girl’s cheek.

Her reaction was as immediate as it was striking. Vivi let out a faint gasp and her back arched slightly, even though she was clearly trying as hard as possible not to show it. But even more striking was the intensified deer-in-headlights look in her eyes, like she was desperately struggling to figure out what this meant and what she should do about it, even as she was so devastatingly flustered she couldn’t even manage basic addition.

Ziratha’s nostrils flared again. This was amazing, and she was starting to become aware of just how long it had been since she’d had a real feeding.

“Wow,” she said teasingly, momentarily letting her instincts get the better of her. “Just from one little kiss, huh?”

Vivi whined indignantly. "I-it’s not… that’s… t-this is nothing!”

“Yeah?” Ziratha couldn’t resist a giggle. “It’s just so funny - you seemed so cocky before. So experienced.”

“I am experienced!” Vivi tried to insist. “I’ve f… um… fu… I mean, you know… I’ve had s-s-s-“

Ziratha’s grin just kept growing as she watched the previously fierce punk trail off, her blush growing steadily deeper as she struggled to bring herself to actually say it. The transformation was quite the sight to behold. She had to keep pushing Vivi further. She just had to. It was part of the experiment, somehow, she reasoned. The succubus took advantage of Vivi’s helpless spluttering to press closer still and put her lips right by her ear.

“Sex?” Ziratha breathed, pouring as much suggestion and seductive glee as she possibly could into that one, single word.

Vivi looked like she was about to explode.

“You see?” Ziratha drew back, smirking victoriously. “You’re not experienced. Not really. Not anymore. You can remember that you’ve had sex before - but that’s it. And you can barely even bring yourself to think about those memories, because you might get too worked up. Neither your mind nor your body knows how to handle it.” She giggled. “Typical virgin.”

“I-I’m not…!” For a moment she thought Vivi was about to start tearing up, but then the punk girl managed to rally herself. “Y-you’re just messing with me! That’s all! It’s your stupid little machine, making me all confused. T-that’s the only reason I can’t think straight right now. I’m not, um, w-worked up.”

“Yeah?” Ziratha challenged. “Then explain this for me, please.”

She reached down and rested her hand firmly on the big, unmistakable tent in Vivi’s skirt.

Immediately, Vivi went as white as a sheet. Clearly, until that moment, she hadn’t noticed the huge hard-on she was sporting. She attempted a protest, or perhaps an explanation, but all that came out was a few strangled, incoherent sounds.

“My, my.” Ziratha licked her lips again, without even realizing it. She was so very hungry. “You see? You’ve become so adorably excitable.”

Vivi whined as Ziratha started stroking her fingertips along the surface of her bulge. “Y-you can’t just… what the hell are you d-doing? This is harassment!”

“I’m a scientist, Vivi,” Ziratha chided, in a voice that made her sound anything but scientific. “After my experiment, it’s only natural for me to give you a nice, thorough examination.”

The punk girl let out another whimpered protest, seeming to sense Ziratha’s ulterior motive, but under the succubus’s ministrations that soon gave way to a weak, pitiful moan. The new virgin was like putty in Ziratha’s hands. The power, the energy, the scent - it was all intoxicating.

“In particular,” Ziratha decided, “I think it’s only proper that I get a reading on your, ah, endurance. I really think - I really do think - it could be very, very scientifically interesting.”

Science was increasingly slipping out of view. Ziratha’s gaze was set firmly on the huge tent in Vivi’s skirt, and it was getting harder and harder to think clearly. After a little teasing, that sweet, sweet virgin energy was coming off Vivi in waves. The laboratory was thick with its scent.

Vivi was still giving the succubus that achingly alluring deer-in-headlights look, but after a moment, her willpower started to wane. She nodded. Ziratha’s nostrils flared. That made sense too. What kind of virgin had the resolve to say ‘no’ to a succubus?

In exchange, Ziratha decided, maybe it was time to make good use of some of the inherent succubic talents she’d spent all of grad school neglecting.

Ziratha straightened up and, as Vivi watched, shrugged out of her heavy lab coat. As it fell to the ground, she reached up and removed her hair tie, shaking her head to make sure her hair cascaded down around her face. Vivi was all but hypnotized by the sight.

But that was only the beginning.

Next, Ziratha took her t-shirt by its hem and lifted it off over her head. She moved slowly, though, letting the helpless punk watching her savor the sight of her tummy and cleavage being revealed. The way she slipped out of her sweatpants was even more seductive. She made a dance of it, swinging her hips from side to side as she peeled them away from her body to expose her long, sculpted legs.

The striptease left Vivi with a little trail of drool escaping one corner of her mouth. She couldn’t seem to stop leering. Her eyes were shining like she couldn’t believe her luck, and the tent in her skirt was now marked with a growing spot of damp precum.

Underneath her clothes, Ziratha wasn’t wearing lingerie, merely a comfy sports bra and a matching pair of boxers. But that, she decided, was plenty to work with when it came to a virgin.

And from the look on Vivi’s face, she was right.

“Tell me,” Ziratha panted, “have you ever gotten a lap dance before?”

Vivi looked almost panicked as she shook her head.

“Great,” Ziratha purred. “Then I suppose this will be a genuine first.”

Effortlessly, the succubus eased her weight into the examination chair, and backed up inch by inch until her naturally huge, curvy ass was pressed right up against Vivi’s hard bulge.

Vivi squeaked like a mouse.

At this point, her every little noise and twitch was like a red rag to a bull. The newly-restored virgin’s scent was so thick in the air Ziratha could taste it. Her hunger was awakening instincts she’d never known she had. Moving to the sound of unheard music, she started grinding and gyrating like she’d been doing it all her life.

The effect the lap dance had on Vivi was nothing short of explosive.

The punk looked like every bit the virgin she now was. Her eyes were wide and practically bulging, and her mouth was contorted into a goofy, uneven shape halfway between an amazed grin and a look of desperate, anxious disbelief.

She looked like she was about to blow.

“C’mon,” Ziratha mocked, in a voice dripping with honey and brimstone. “You can do better than this, right, virgin?”

Her teasing elicited another strangled whimper that just made the succubus want to push Vivi further and further. She danced her way up the punk girl’s body and turned to face her, rolling her hips as she pushed her ass back out behind her to grind into her throbbing bulge.

“Be a good girl,” she teased. “Hold on a little longer for me.”

Vivi just nodded haplessly. Her eyes were scrunched up closed, and she was gripping the sides of the chair so tightly her knuckles had turned white. Ziratha could just imagine what was going on in her head. Baseball scores. Times tables. Whatever she needed to help not utterly humiliate herself.

“Let’s see if you can handle something a little more… direct.”

Ziratha arched her and straightened her tail, daring the virgin punk writhing beneath her to open her eyes and stare at her amazing tits. Then, she reached back and used her deft fingertips to unfasten Vivi’s skirt. Vivi let out a moan that was as much protest as eagerness, but it didn’t stop Ziratha from using the motion of her hips and thighs to slide the garment out of the way, and then pull aside her panties until her hard, leaking cock was completely exposed.

Zirath’s long, forked tongue lolled out of her mouth as she stared at it, dripping drool down onto Vivi.

She needed it.

“Good news, punk,” she breathed, shivering. “You’re about to get your cherry popped.”

“W-w-what?” Vivi exclaimed pitifully.

“It’s, uh, for the experiment,” Ziratha reasoned. She was frenzied as she tore off her bra and panties. “I need to sample, uh… and, well, get a reading on the volume of…” She rolled her eyes and licked her lips. “Actually, forget the science. I’m just hungry, and you’re ripe for the eating.”

“B-b-but!” the trans girl spluttered, as Ziratha positioned herself against her cock. “I-I don’t know if I’m ready yet!”

“Yeah?” Ziratha paused, bemused.

"I mean… uh…” A bashful look came over Vivi’s face. “It’s just… I maybe… I wanted it to be special. You know?”

“Oh my god.” Ziratha snorted a laugh, and grinned wickedly. “You are going to be just delicious.”

In a single motion, she dropped her hips and impaled herself on Vivi’s cock.

Immediately, Vivi’s voice shot up an octave, and she let out a girlish cry of absolute pleasure. Right after, Ziratha’s rich, gleeful moans joined the chorus. The succubus couldn’t believe how good the virgin’s cock felt. It wasn’t just the sensation. It was the sustenance. Merely being in Vivi’s presence for the last few minutes had made Ziratha fiercely hungry. Now, at last, that hunger was being sated.

Once she recovered from the initial hit, Ziratha started moving her hips and bouncing greedily on the end of Vivi’s shaft. With each bounce, the punk girl underneath her thrashed madly in a clumsy, instinctive attempt to meet Ziratha thrust for thrust.

She mostly failed. But the attempt, at least, was adorable.

As she rode the sensitive, inexperienced punk, Ziratha started howling with glee. She’d never had the pleasure before, but it was true what they said - there was nothing like milking a virgin. Her body was humming with energy, and every time she buried Vivi’s cock to the hilt inside her pussy, the sensation got sweeter and sweeter. Something about the flavor of a virgin’s energy was utterly transcendent, and it was made all more nourishing by what it represented.

Ziratha’s complete and total victory.

Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t long before Vivi’s moans started to peak, signaling that she was at the edge. Clearly, despite her memories, the virgin had absolutely no stamina. Ziratha wasn’t going to complain. The orgasm was the sweetest part of the meal.

“Go ahead!” Ziratha urged. “Blow your load already. We both know you can’t hold back anymore.”

With a cry of absolute, mortified bliss, Vivi exploded inside her.

Ziratha’s moans peaked too when she felt Vivi’s virile, nourishing cum paint her insides. It was better than anything she’d ever felt before. The power, the pleasure, the feeding - all of it. Ziratha could already feel her body priming itself to swell and change with the infusion of fresh energy.

The ecstatic rush of it made her greedy. She wanted more. She wanted it all. Ziratha squeezed down on Vivi and started riding her harder and faster than ever. Every bounce, every thrust, coaxed more and more sweet, sweet cum from the virgin’s cock, until Vivi was whining in blissful agony as she came down from the high of orgasm. Eventually, Vivi’s eyes rolled back  into her head and simply passed out, her mind overwhelmed past its limits by sheer pleasure.

Ziratha kept riding her all the same. The succubus didn’t stop until she’d milked her for every last drop.

Eventually, though, once her hunger was sated, she slumped down next to the punk girl, giggling intermittently in giddy, light-headed glee. The succubus’s head was already filling with daydreams of fame and wealth when Vivi came to and pulled her into a hesitant, needy embrace.

“Hey, u-um,” Vivi whispered earnestly, in a voice that was anything but punk. “W-was it good for you too?”

“Huh?” Ziratha roused herself. There was something strange about the way Vivi sounded. No; about the way she felt. Ziratha had expected her to start returning to something closer to her normal behavior.

“I-I-I just, uh…” Vivi was once again turning bright red. “I-I thought it was really special. You know? Like, um, maybe we really have a connection.”

Ziratha seized Vivi’s hand again and, as Vivi stared at her hopefully, paid close attention to what she could sense from the punk girl. When the penny dropped, she started cackling.

“Oh my god!” she howled. “I can’t believe it. You’re still the same way. As fresh as ever.”

“What do you mean?” Vivi sounded defensive.

“I’m definitely going to need to hold you for some… oversight observation. Just to make sure.” Ziratha licked her lips suggestively. “But I can already tell. It’s like your brain can’t adapt anymore. Not just your energy levels. Your social skills. Your inhibitions. Your stamina. Everything.”

“What?” Vivi pressed anxiously.

“It’s the revirginization,” Ziratha pronounced. “All of it. It’s permanent.”

***

Mere weeks later, it was a very different Ziratha that stood upon the stage to make her big pitch to a room packed full of succubus leaders and investors. It wasn’t just the confidence - although she had that in spades, now that her Nobel prize was apparently all but assured. Her body had changed too. She stood taller. Grander. She exuded power and presence, and all of her body’s assets had gone from merely ‘hot’ to inhumanly mouth-watering. Her horns were a massive, knotted crown upon her head, and her tail was as deft as a whip and as thick as an anaconda.

All thanks to her favorite little meal.

Vivi was standing a little way behind her on the stage, and while physically she was unchanged, she seemed to have shrunk just as Ziratha had grown. She exuded a fragile, nebbish submissiveness despite all tattoos and piercings. She wore a choker collar bearing Ziratha’s name around her neck, and she was wearing a dress.

Ziratha liked her that way. And Vivi was no longer able to argue with the succubus.

“So, as you can see from our data, our early clinical trials have borne out the most promising of my invention’s results,” Ziratha was saying, as she rounded off her speech. “The regression to maiden status is, both psychologically and metaphysically speaking, permanent. The process isn’t damaging, but the subject’s mind naturally sheds its ability to develop new sexual skills or comfort zones, physical or social. Accordingly, their energy levels remain at peak capacity and potency - forever.”

Ziratha paused for a beat, letting the crowd of succubi sitting in front of her drink that in.

“In short,” she concluded, “they’re helpless perma-virgins. Isn’t that right, Vivi?”

Vivi blushed an incredibly deep red and looked down at the floor, but nodded.

“So!” Ziratha clapped her hands. “It’s safe to say that we’re ready to move into pre-production. Soon enough, each and every one of you could have one of my devices in your very own hands - assuming you’re willing to provide me with funding, of course. What do you say, ladies? A future of infinite, renewable energy awaits us!”

As expected, the auditorium was immediately filled with thunderous applause.

The age of the Succubus Energy Crisis was over.

The age of perma-virgin mortals and succubus dominance was about to begin.

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By any chance would you mind doing some head cannons for Aizawa, Present mic, and All might (separate)? Its ok if you don't want to.

Hey sweetie pie! Sorry that I'm replying to this now. My laptop kinda shut down and I don't like writing on my phone so I could only reply to this today.

I would love to do some comfort after a nightmare for Aizawa, but I am afraid that I am not comfortable enough to write for Present Mic just yet and I don't write for All Might (me and him are meeting outside for a fight later).

Either who. I hope this is okay.

Aizawa Shota comfort for a Nightmare

Now Aizawa is no stranger to nightmares. Working as a prohero was a very traumatising experience. He has watched his friends, his colleges, fellow heroes that worked for the greater good of people, die in front of him. He has seen horrifying cases, scenes and battles that could haunt anyone for the rest of their lives.

He wasn't a famous coffee addict insomniac for no reason.

Even when he did sleep, on rare occasions that didn't have nightmares, the weight of his profession and all he has to do was something that haunted him like a phantom. Training kids and watching the Hero Commission send them to war with no say in it would put such guilt on his shoulders.

However, Aizawa had managed them. He learnt to deal with them, because nothing was worse than feeling trapped by one's own mind.

But Aizawa knew you were not.

He was busy grading papers, much late into the night like always sipping on tea instead of coffee for a change when he heard you gasp awake. He turned to see you grabbing at the sheets, your chest heaving for air as your eyes darted around the room.

His dark eyebrows furrowed as he stood up and moved towards you. "Hey..." You didn't answer as your heart beat a mile a minute. You felt as though you were about to start panicking, tears in your eyes as you tried to breathe. He put his hands on your shoulders. "Hey... breathe. Breathe." He instructed you, finally gaining all your attention. You took a deep breath before releasing one again. You followed his example. "Come on. What's up?"

Your bottom lip quivered as you held back a cry. You shook your head as you squeezed your eyes shut. "Shota..." You let out brokenly.

He quickly pulled you into his arms and rubbed your back, shushing you gently. He understood you. You didn't have to say more than a word. He understood that somethings just couldn't be said. That the monsters in your head were plaguing you and haunting you.

"It's okay." He said comfortingly. "I know some demons are too much to handle or too great to fight. Just... breathe. You are here. You are safe."

Even though he would never say it and he would deny it if he was ever told, but Aizawa Shota was a caring and comforting man. He did what he could for the people that he loved.

That was just the type of man he was.

-Glitch1d

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Laying slightly reclined in his office chair, Edward lazily jerked his cock, half-hearted, more in an attempt to keep himself erect until the perfect moment. And it had arrived, as you entered through the main door of his base of operations, ready to begin your day of what he considered servitude in his name. With your footsteps getting closer, he picked up the pace, gripping his stubby cock harder and pumping faster as you opened the door.

“Morning, Ed, I brought you a oh fuck!”

Feigning surprise, he shouted back as you turned away from him, turning from side to side, unsure of what to do as the shock struck you.

“Jeez, you don’t knock?”

“I didn’t think!”

“No, you never do, that’s your problem.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so s-sorry, I’ll just, but your coffee, I’ll put it, I’ll uh… just…”

“You’re rambling.”

With a cruel and coy smile he watched you struggle to find the right course of action, noting that your face had begun to flush a deep shade of pink. The secret crush not so secret when you came face to face with what you lusted after.

“You can put my coffee on the desk.”

“Ok, sorry I- Ed! You’re still…”

Turning away from him you, covered your face with your hands, trying to bury your blush and the fact that you were now biting your lip. It was burned into your eyes though, the image of him. Reclining, eyes staring up at you through his long lashes and loose strands of hair, his own lip reddened where he been biting it, letting go in favour of grinning at you, wicked and mischievous. His hand, white knuckle grip on the edge of his desk, the other wrapped around his cock, head just visible beyond the end of his fingers. The pace was brutal, punishing almost, and the sweat the dripped to his nose from his forehead suggested he’d been at this a while, or was desperate for the release.

You reached for the door, panicking that you might do something you would come to regret if you stayed.

“Stop, wait a second. You’re here to start your work day.”

Standing still, back turned to him, you gazed up at the ceiling, hoping that some god might take mercy upon you and save you from this moment.

“Ok, so it’s one minute past nine, that means you’re on my time. You do as I say.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you tried to relax your tensed nerves, but the image of him stayed with you. The sultry gaze, the smug attitude, the way his chest hitched, visible beneath his unbuttoned, black shirt. The glistening tip of his cock as he pulled back the foreskin, oozing precum, ready to release the tension in thick, warm ropes across the desk. When you were silently and secretly clean to take it for him.

“Turn around.”

A slow movement, you turned, keeping your eyes up, watching the ceiling intently.

“Ok, first task complete. Now the second one.”

Biting your lip, you fought to keep yourself from taking another quick glance, the temptation only growing as you heard the deep pants and silenced moans under his words. You could hear his breathing, stilted and shuddering as he got closer to his climax.

“I want you to watch me. And don’t worry, you won’t have to stand there long.”

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Melted with a kiss

CW: pregnancy , yelling, swearing, unprofessional relationships, spoilers for hawks backstory if you aren’t caught up, this is a hawks x oc

A/N: Nightfall is my OC’s hero name, and Evaline is her first name

It was a normal day at Hawks’ agency, all of the sidekicks out working and hawks in his office doing some well overdue paperwork, everyone was doing their part all except for one . The only thing that was out of the normal thing was that he hadn’t seen or even heard from you in the last few days, while it’s normal for him to not see you for a couple days since you’re more of an independent and fast paced worker who didn’t really like to work with other people , you’d usually send him reports and other stuff but he had received nothing he was getting worried but he trusted you and knew that you could take care of yourself. So he continued with his paperwork until he heard a knock on his door

“Come in” he shouted

He was expected literally anyone but you, but he was happy to see that you were ok, kinda honestly to him you looked so tired the bags under your eyes are more visible than ever, your eyes were puffy like you had been crying and you were shaking like a leaf.

This was not the confident, head strong, ready to cuss him out at second, take on an army of villains sidekick that he knew, not at all.

“Um hey nightfall, I’ve been a little worried about- you cut him off with words he never wanted to hear come out of your mouth

“I quit and I want to break up”

you said these heart breaking and gut wrenching words with little emotion on display.

His heart sank, he was dumbfounded and in disbelief, he had never seen you like this, this was not the Evaline he knew

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, I wish you the best have a nice life.”

You turned to walk out the door when all of a sudden it slammed shut, you see hawks’ feathers move pass your eyes as they return to their owner

“Hold on just a gods damn minute, you don’t just get to walk in here and say that you quit and want to end our relationship and just leave! what the hell?!”

he didn’t mean to raise his voice at you but after everything you two have been through he at least deserves an explanation

You subconsciously flinch at his volume and tone, but quickly collect yourself “I want to quit and break up that’s the end of it.” you just wanted to get this over with

"What do you mean by 'that's the end of it'?" he asked angrily, clearly upset and hurt by your decision "Do you think I'm some kind of idiot who will accept something like this without question? This isn't how things work!"

“I just don’t want to work here anymore and I don’t want to be in a relationship with you either so what more is there?”

“A fucking reasoning, you can’t just drop a bomb like this and expect me to just say “oh ok bye bye” like you know damn well I don’t work like that!” He takes a deep breath before he continues "we've worked together for five years now, we built this agency from scratch together, We're partners! How can you throw all of that away?!" he shouted, tears starting to well up in his eyes. He couldn't believe that you would just abandon everything they'd worked towards together.

You were his first sidekick and the first person to work at his agency when it opened, you two worked endlessly together to build a foundation for this agency and look where you are now, you’re his right hand and he’s the fucking number two pro hero, and he set records with how fast he made up the charts but the world would never know that he didn’t do it alone that he probably wouldn’t be the hero he is today without you. Even with the commission’s training, it was you who showed him the best ways to use his skills, it was you who taught him the best techniques to take down villains, it was you who showed him the best parts of himself that he didn’t even know he had.

It was all you

“I- “

you look away and only then does Hawks see something in your eyes

Unease, uncertainty, regret

He slowly reads you like a book, Hawk looks down into your eyes, seeing the pain and anguish within them, he slowly walks forward until he is standing directly in front of you. “Look I’m sorry for raising my voice and yelling at you but baby I deserve an explanation right? I mean after all this time don’t you think it’s just a hella unfair for you to just leave me like this?”

“P-please don't call me baby anymore” you lower your head even more to hide your tears

Hawk takes a deep breath before speaking again, trying to calm himself down before he speaks.

“Clearly I can tell that you don't want to do this and there's something you're not telling me, l'm a trained pro hero Evaline you can't really hide a lot of things from me. Baby I mean Evaline please just talk to me”

you take a deep breath and look him in the eyes your blue ones meeting his gold one, he always said your eyes reminded him of the ocean and space due to your heterochromia

I'm pregnant

Well…shit

He definitely was not expecting to hear that YOU were expecting, there’s no doubt that the little fetus inside you is his, keeping in mind that you are very antisocial he’ll you’re so antisocial that some of the people in the agency don’t even know who you are and you guys are co-workers for Celestia sakes.

Hawks freezes and for once in his life he has nothing to say, hell he doesn’t know what to say or what to do, for a brief moment he genuinely thought about just letting you go, just letting you walk out and never see you again, Sure it would take him months if not that years to find a suitable replacement for you but it’s not impossible, that agency wouldn’t collapse if you were to leave, that’s how the world works, someone starts something and when they can’t finish it someone else will, you helped raise this agency from the ground, he continue your work but…

He loves you, he loves you so much that the mere thought of never seeing you again makes him feel like his world is ending you are his world, the love of his life, you made him happy when to other his happiness wasn’t important, you made him feel normal in his not normal life. He has no family, no siblings, his parents aren’t suitable for a parental role in his life, the commission may have “raised” him after his mother sold him to them and they may have trained him but they weren’t like family to him. No one holds a spot in his heart like you do, the way he wishes to just take your hand and run away from this life and start a new chapter but that’s not possible so he’ll have to settle for this right now.

He is snapped out of his thoughts upon seeing your tears.

And that’s when it hits him

It hits him like a fucking brick

You’ve been suffering

You’d been suffering for so long, worrying about how this very interaction would go and everything that would follow afterwards. It’s clear that you didn’t want to do this, he could tell that you wanted to stay here and continue to be by his side so why were you doing this?

“Evaline, look at me please”

“I-I can’t”

“Yes you can I understand now you’re scared, you’ve been dealing with this all on your own and I can see why you would want to leave the agency but why would you leave me?”

“Because what about you!?”

“What”

“What about your reputation and your career, everything you’ve worked for will down the drain if it gets out that you impregnated your sidekick?!”

“Evaline, it wasn’t just my work that built this agency it was you too”

“But still-“

“No, I love you and I will never stop loving especially after 5 years of knowing you, caring for you and so much more don’t ever forget how much you’ve done for me, and I would love to raise a child with you knowing how much of a amazing person you are, I’m so sorry for making you think you had to deal with all of this on your own, but just know I’m here baby and I always will be”

By the end of his speech, his warm hands are cupped around your face as tears fall freely, you feel all your worries and doubts fade away. Sweet relief floods your mind and heart as Keigo’s words engraved themselves into your brain

“I love you so much Evaline”

“I love you too keigo”

And with that all the pain and sorrow of yesterday was melted away by a kiss

[copiousloverofcopia]

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The world needs more Daddy Secondo

Seeing Papa with kiddos makes my heart soar 💕

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Let Them Wait

The crowd was booming with energy at the festival. The anticipation, keeping them all exquisitely on the edge as they awaited the appearance of the ever imposing, yet majestic, Papa Emeritus II to the stage. Secondo stood backstage, just moments before his special return performance of Year Zero was to begin. He straightened out his robes, double checking his paints as he ran through his scales. 

He was surprised when Papa Emeritus IV, previously Cardinal Copia, had invited all of them to return to the stage–leading Ghost during a special festival amidst the latest tour cycle. He was nervous, though his pride would never allow him to show it. It had been years since he spread the word of Lucifer in this way, leaving the glamor of the performance to younger men. Never in a million years did he think he’d be back on stage, even less that among the crowd would be his Prime Mover and  children. 

Despite whatever he had envisioned before, here he was now at the festival readying to perform—his Prime Mover Loren and their twins somewhere about on the grounds. He knew they’d be waiting, more excited than the crowd, for him to perform. Secondo was even more tense knowing Loren would be watching. They had met long after his tour days were over, his life goal now to make her happy above all things. When the day came that Copia insisted that the Emeritus brothers all return to the stage, and he saw the way Loren’s eyes lit up—it was a done deal. 

Secondo, took a deep breath in, closing his eyes to truly feel the sensations around him. His breath, clearing his lungs as the smell of paint permeated his nose. The humming of the amplifiers and the tuning of instruments in the air. Suddenly, his eyes still closed to the world, Secondo felt a tug at the bottom of his chasuble. 

“Piccola? What are you doing back here, where is your mother and brother? Secondo asked, staring down at his daughter Mariana, who had managed to find her way backstage. A ghoul came running up to them, panting and stopping to drop his head down, hands on his thighs as he finally caught up to them. 

“Sorry boss she needed to use the bathroom and well….huff…huff…she insisted you take her. I told her we could handle it but she …huff….she took off running full speed.” the ghoul explained, catching his breath. Secondo laughed, bending to pick up his daughter in his arms. 

“Mariana, you know better than to run off like that. Your momma must be worried sick.” Secondo explained brushing her golden locks from her face, a hint of discipline mixed with amusement in the tone of  his voice. 

“But Papa, I don't want anyone else to take me. Can’t you?” the girl asked, she was only five years old, but already so willful and bright. Secondo could tell his daughter missed him, preparing for the show and being overseas had lent them more time apart than ever before and while Loren and their son Christian seemed to be faring ok—Mariana was certainly a daddy’s girl. 

“I know you miss your Papa piccola but....” Secondo began hearing them announce him to come to the stage. He looked down at his daughter’s face, her big doe eyes–much like her mother’s, staring back at him. The audience could wait, if just for a bit longer. “I’ll be right back.” Secondo told the ghoul as he set Mariana down and took her hand in his. 

“But…boss the ritual…they are waiting for you on stage.” the ghoul panicked, his distress visible in his posture. 

“I will only be a moment.” Secondo said, throwing up a hand to dismiss the ghoul. The whole world could wait if it meant making his daughter happy. They walked, hand in hand to the bathrooms when from in front of them came running up Loren and little Christian. 

“Mariana! There you are! Oh sweet Lucifer Secondo, I’m sorry–Do you know they called for you on stage. Shouldn’t you be—” Loren began, relieved to have found her daughter safe and sound with her husband. 

“We just had to make a small bathroom trip beforehand is all.” Secondo explained, winking to Loren. His Prime Mover’s heart set aflame, he looked so handsome in his vestments and even more so when he was in dad mode. Secondo passed her by, giving her a kiss on the forehead as he did—the bathrooms only feet beyond them. 

“Hurry back ok, they are waiting.” Loren laughed, holding little Christian’s hand and Secondo smiling back at them and then down at Mariana. 

“Let them wait.” Secondo stressed, “I have more important business to attend to.”

[staplegrapes]

Not On My Watch (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Description: You make a mistake that gets Sam hurt on a hunt. You're certain Dean is going to kick you out. However, you seem to be the only one who thinks that.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I wrote this fairly platonically, yet I feel like it can be left to personal interpretation.

Also, I'm working on writing and actually posting. I struggle with overthinking fics. This one was written, proof-read and posted in a record-breaking two hours.

TW: Mentions of canon-typical injuries and self-doubt

✨Gender Neutral Reader✨

Narcotics had nothing on the pain-masking effect of embarrassment. Sure, you had bloody gash on your cheek, a bruise forming over your entire thigh, a throbbing hip on the other side and ringing in your ears, but you didn’t feel it, not all the way. The one thing you could feel fully was the absolute destruction of your pride.

To make a long story short, you made a mistake that got Sam hurt, really hurt. It wasn’t anything that couldn’t be fixed, but he was going to be out of commission for at least two months by your estimate. Two months of a constant reminder of your screw-up.

You also felt the rock in your stomach thinking about having to interact with Dean. Sure, the brothers loved you. You knew Sam would forgive you, but Dean? Dean was a complicated guy, but one thing was simple. Sam was his everything. If you didn’t love Sam the way he does, then you’re not worth his time. You made an intentional decision that got Sam hurt, nearly killed. Any chance you had with the hunter you had fallen so hard for vanished in that single moment. His worry for Sam preoccupied any sort of interaction he would have had with you on the way back to the bunker. The moment the two of you managed to position Sam on a bed in the infirmary you disappeared into your room. Dean didn’t even notice, he was already tending to Sam.

You couldn’t cry. Not before Dean even came in here and yelled at you to get out. What you could do, was take a breath and start packing. The Winchesters had graciously let you claim one of their spare rooms as your own for when you passed through. Lately, there wasn’t a lot of leaving, Sam and Dean and the bunker were the closest thing you had to a home in years, until now.

As you began to move, your physical injuries started to make themselves known, but you just ignored them and tried to breathe through it. The sooner you could high-tail it out of here the better.

You had packed up all your drawers into the duffle bag, just as you were about to start clearing off the desk and side table you heard a knock on the door. You hide the duffle under your bed. You stare at the door for a moment.

This was it. This was the last time you’d ever see Dean Winchester.

“-me in,” the words got caught in your throat from not speaking for so long.

You saw the door open slowly and slightly, only his head peaking through.

“Hey,” he says with a scowl on his face. This was going to break your heart.

“H-hey, h-how’s Sam?” what you would give to not look and sound so pathetic right now. He is probably wondering why he ever let you hang out with them in the first place.

Dean steps in the room, closing the door behind him. He still has the scowl but it doesn’t look quite as threatening as you expected. It was the type of face he had when he was stressed or concerned. Yet, at the mention of Sam, his expression softens.

“He’s doing ok, he’ll be alright, but that demon did a hell of a number on him.”

You nod, sitting back down onto the bed.

“I know I was focused on Sammy back there, but I caught your limp, Tiny Tim. I brought you this.” Dean holds out an ice pack wrapped in a towel along with a bottle of Advil you didn’t notice him holding before.

“Your hip, right? Giving you trouble again?” He questions. You nod, taking the Advil from his hand.

After you take the meds and place the ice pack there’s a silence in the room. He’s looking down to his shoes crossing his arms, once again, a sign he was deep in thought.

“Look, we need to talk about it.” He sighs. In that moment you had a surge of confidence, maybe the universe granted your confidence a final hurrah. You interrupt him before he can say anything more.

“For whatever it’s worth, I didn’t realize Sam was back there. That’s on me. I didn’t think the Demon was set on trying to kill Sam. Just don’t think I intentionally put Sam in danger. It was a mistake, but a big one, I get it.”

“Well, it looks like you’ve already hashed this out.” He shrugs much less angry than you expected. “Good talk, I’ll just go grab…”

“I’ll be out of here as soon as I can.” You cut him off.

“What?” Dean turned back with a mixed look of confusion and concern. The two of you shared the same expression. You were shocked he was shocked and he was shocked in general that you’d say that.

“You want to leave? Now?” He questions gruffly.

You shrug. “Well, I don’t want to, but…”

“You think we were gonna kick you out?” He cuts you off, realizing what you meant.

Despite Dean not reacting as poorly as you expected, you still felt guilty. You didn’t belong here. You burst into tears, burying your face in your hands. You’re not sure if it’s relief or embarrassment, it’s likely a bit of both.

“Hey, hey, none of that.” Dean pulls your hands down from your face, kneeling in front of you.

“You can’t get rid of us that easily.” He quips, taking a look at the cut on your cheek.

“I’m the reason Sam’s hurt.” You whisper.

It was quite for a moment. Dean likely was mulling through the thoughts in his head. Still, you couldn’t bear to look at him, but again, he wasn’t having any of that as he gently angled your head back to look at him.

“It was a split-second decision. You thought it was right. It wasn’t. That’s how you learn. You know how many of those Sammy and I have made risking one another? I couldn’t name them all within the last year.”

“I didn’t mean to put him in danger.”

“Sweetheart, I know. You really thought we’d kick you out?”

“It’s Sam.” You whisper. In that moment Dean knew this wasn’t about them kicking you out, it was solely about him.

“It’s you. He whispers, giving you a small smile grabbing your hand. “I know you well enough to know it was a mistake, and you’ll beat yourself up, maybe a little too hard, but you’ll make an effort to learn from it.” He kisses your knuckles. Still, it’s hard for you to wrap your head around his forgiveness.

“But, if you make another mistake, you know that’s ok right? Sam and I make mistakes, even ones we get pissed off over, but we’re family, so are you.”

“Dean, I…”

“Seriously, you’re family. Now let’s get you cleaned up. Yeah?”

You knew the argument ended there. You were their family, period.

He stands back up and as he turns his foot catches on the strap to your duffle below your bed. Looking, down, you both see his boot pulled it out far enough from underneath the bed to see what’s inside. It doesn’t take a genius to know that’s almost all your belongings.

He freezes, doing a quick glance to you and back down to the bag.

Wordlessly, he steps back closer to you, pulling you into himself in a tight hug. You’re still sitting, but the bed sits high enough your head rests just below his chest. Wrapping your arms around him, you finally realized something you had known all along. He loved you. A mistake didn’t change that in an instant.

“I’m not gonna let you bolt because of some mistake, you got that right?”

You nod. He pulls back, gently pushing you back to fully lay down on the bed. He walks to the door, for once heading to get the med kit as he meant to get before. But he can’t seem to stop himself from turning back to you one more time.

“You’re not going anywhere, not on my watch.”

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[crispysnake]

I'm doin it:) ok yall here is a list of all the more obscure hobbies I think modern au Keyleth gets up to plus examples! goin under the cut cause it's gonna get a little long!

first of all she is an Eco Friendly Girl almost everything she makes or does is for repurposing and reusing other things:)

• Rebinding books! Keyleth gets almost all her books from second-hand stores so usually they're pretty beaten up and damaged, so she rebinds them and makes her own covers with old fabrics or sometimes patterned paper she feels fits the vibe more! I think for the twin's birthday, Keyleth found two copies of Elaina's favourite book, one she used to read to them all the time that eventually got harder and harder to find, and she rebounded them and added little touches on the cover so it was something even more personal to them:,) (Also Percy forged Keyleth her own personal book embosser and its one of her favourite things on the planet)

• I think this girl definitely learned how to cut glass. listen she is clumsy and tries to carry far too many things and once and often drops and breaks her cups. So she takes old glass bottles and cuts and sands them down to regular cups! on bigger ones like wine bottles she turns those into plant pots. I think she kept the wine and pop bottles from her and Vaxs first date and now those are her most treasured glasses. But she also over the months stole some of Grogs bottles, all of his favorite beers and ales, and turned those into a set of glasses for him:)

•Kind of hand in hand with the last one but I think for more recreation she also knows how to make and cut stained glass, they are hung up in almost every window in their home (Vax loves being up for the sunrises and sunsets cause it casts a whole lot of rainbows all over the walls and floors) for Pike she made a piece involving the Everlight colours to hang up on the window she prays under, and when Percy was having a particularly rough time, she made one for him where the centrepiece resembled the sun tree.

• ofc she knows how to embroider, she tries to make all her clothes last as long as possible, so usually when they get holes or rip, she patches them but embroiders a little flower or plant to cover up the stitching

• Keyleth definitely knows how to dry and press flowers, she loves being able to preserve that beauty, you just know she's talented at making bouquets that hold a whole lot of meaning, but DRIED flower bouquets are just so beautiful and she likes thinking that since all those flowers are preserved, that the meaning behind them stays preserved too. (in this au Vilya went missing and then presumed dead. so they still had a funeral for her. and keyleth visits regularly to replace the dried flower bouquets.)

• HANDMADE NOTEBOOKS. Keyleth does not like wasting paper, so she collects all her scraps, dilutes and blends them, presses them, makes her own covers, coils them, and creates them into something new:) Scanlan has his own handmade customized notebooks for all his songs, and eventually commissioned one for Kaylie too:)

•(BONUS) When Keyleth does eventually start going to therapy, she had yoga recommended to her a few times but it just didn't really work for her, she doesn't like her mind being that quiet and letting all her not pleasant thoughts run rampant. She still tries and does it most mornings to wake her body up and take deep breaths though. I think she just prefers having these hobbies as a form of expressive therapy etc, I'm not quite sure what I want her job to be in this au yet but yall this girl is a hard worker and afraid of failure, she definitely had an unhealthy work-life balance and needs these hobbies to have time for herself and her family.

OK THATS ALL I GOT FOR NOW, if anyone has literally any other ideas please lmk I would love to hear them! I will definitely be adding on to this when I think of more :)<3

[sassyduckqueen]

A Little Bit of Magic- Lukanette Halloween

Hello guys! It’s been a while but I am back (kind of). I’ve been in a bit of the slump recently. Long story short, personal things going on affected my ability to write but I’m working through them. I can’t promise I’ll be updating ROA straight away but hopefully I’ll get back into the swing of it. Anyway, here’s some spooky lukanette fluff for you that I wrote for Halloween (even if I’m a little late in my country) and the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers​ 500 followers. Congrats on that by the way guys. Proud of ya! Now admittedly I couldn’t find a prompt from the given list that jumped out at me so I went through some of the older prompts that had been used before and ended up picking cursed so here’s what I’ve done with it. I hope you enjoy it and I hope everyone had a good Halloween :D

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Marinette licked her lips nervously as she paced outside of the shop she had come to visit. Well, visit wasn't exactly the right term. Actually it kind of was but not because she intended to visit. Well, she did but she was here because she felt like she was running out of options. Recently she had experienced severe bad luck that seemed to get worse each day. At first it wasn't bad like pricking her finger with her needles or losing some fabric that she needed for a commission. Annoying but not bad. However, it began to increase. Briefly misplacing her foot soon turned into her falling down a couple of stairs but it didn't stay like that. Soon she found herself getting more and more injured. Her parents got increasingly worried so they made her go to the doctors, despite being an adult yet despite their tests, they found nothing and then the 'bad' luck took a more mysterious turn. Exploding lights and cars nearly hitting her. Animals began to act weird around her, like cats would hiss and hide from her and dogs would whimper and bark. The accidents also kept increasing so she decided to look into causes for her bad luck. She thought maybe it was an unknown or rare medical thing but the only thing that came up in the search was one thing. She had been cursed. At first, she didn't believe it but then with the fire in the bakery when she was visiting and her best friend breaking her leg for no reason , she realised it might be the only option and if it was, she had to find a way to get rid of it before it killed her and hurt anyone else because that's where it appeared to be going. As to why she had been cursed, she couldn't really think of the reason. Sure, there was her rival Chloe Bourgeois. She was the daughter of the fashion Queen Audrey Bourgeois but her style was to humiliate people. Not voodoo. Plus she liked to take credit. It helped with her queen bee act. It also meant that she wasn’t the person behind the curse but Marinette couldn’t think of anyone else who would want to curse her. She got on with everyone but Chloe in her class so she had no idea who it was or how to break it, which is what led her here. Couffaine Curiosities. Apparently, it was an occult shop so maybe they might have a solution for her. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door, only to proceed to trip and knock into a bookshelf which then began to fall on her. She screamed and covered herself with her arms. 

 “Ezeerf!” A voice shouted, causing the bookshelf and the books to freeze midair. Marinette’s eyes widened as she stared in shock. “Ecalp lufthgir rouy ot nruter,”

 The books and bookshelf moved back into its place, causing her to stare in shock even more before footsteps echoed coming closer to her.

 “Are you ok?” The same voice asked, causing her to look at its owner. She was half expecting him to be an old wise looking man with a long grey beard and starry robes but to her surprise, he looked nothing like Gandalf or Master Yen Sid from Disney. In fact, he was only a couple of years older than herself and had a punk look going on. His hair was black with blue tips, he wore a blue hood, a jagged stone t-shirt and black ripped joggers with awesome looking shoes (she was sure they were customized). His nails were painted black and he wore several bands on his wrist. Her eyes were a sparkling blue that resembled the ocean and he had the kindest smile, causing her to blush. Especially as he extended his hand to her. She carefully placed hers in it and he pulled her to her feet, making her blush even more before he turned over her hand and frowned. “Seems you have quite the curse on you,”

 “Y-You can tell?” She asked, still in awe.

 “Well, I am a witch,” He replied, making her blink before he chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m a white witch,”

 “A white witch?” She asked, unsure of what he meant.

 “I’m the good kind,” He replied, making her breathe out a sigh of relief that she hadn’t realised she had been holding.

 “Can you get rid of the curse?” She asked but she was unsure if it was a curse. Still, she hoped he could.

 “I can,” He confirmed, nodding. She let out a sigh of relief again.  “I wouldn’t be a very good witch if I couldn’t but it will need a little more than an incarnation. Follow me… and keep hold of my hand. I can keep the effects of the curse at bay,”

 “R-Really?” Marinette asked, blushing a little. He was really cute after all. He nodded and gave her a soft smile before beginning to lead her through the shop before they came to the back of the store. He pulled across a curtain and led her to a table and chairs. “Have a seat,”

 “R-Right,” She nodded, sitting down. He let go of her hand, causing her to feel heavy suddenly. She frowned as he grabbed a bowl before he began to fill it up with plants. “Um… I’m Ma-Ma-Marinette by the way…”

 “Hello, Ma-Ma-Marinette,” He replied, smiling as he looked over at her before he turned away and added more to the bowl. Marinette frowned a little as it felt like he was mocking her. He didn’t seem that way at first but maybe he was. Maybe he couldn’t break her curse and was just playing with her. She looked back over at him, only to see that he was looking at her again. However, his expression had changed. He looked embarrassed and remorseful. “Sorry. I tend to make more sense with music. In fact… cisum s'traeh reh yalp,”

 Once again, Marinette found herself amazed as the soft sound of a guitar began to play, connecting with her on an emotional level. It was as if it was playing what she was feeling inside. She couldn’t help but close her eyes as she listened. Slowly, the melody faded out.

 “Did you enjoy the music?” He asked, making her nod. “I’m glad. Oh… I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Luka,”

 “It’s nice to meet you, Luka,” She smiled, causing him to smile back. “Can I ask how you did the trick with the music?”

 “Magic,” He replied, smiling. “But you’re still not sure,”

 “You're right… but it felt like… me,” She replied as he added another ingredient to the bowl before grabbing something that resembled a tiny club and began to grind the herbs. “Like what I feel,”

 “That’s because it was,” He replied, making her blink. “I’m an empath. I can feel people’s emotions and I use music to help me understand what they need. It’s the song from your heart that I had play. You see music is often simpler than words, Marinette,”

 “Wow,” She replied, amazed. Luka gave her a smile. She was starting to believe

 "Almost done," He replied, continuing to grind the herbs until they were nothing more than a fine dust. 

 "So what are the plants going to do?"

 "They are herbs that are used to break hexes and counter negativity," He replied, looking through the drawers. "The level of your curse is quite powerful so I need more than just the herbs. Did you offend anyone recently?"

 "Not that I can think of," She replied, causing him to frown. "How bad is the curse?"

 "Well, let's just say you probably should have come here sooner but it's a good thing you finally got here," He replied, taking out a jar and placing it on the table before going back to the cupboards. "Whoever cursed you knew exactly what they were doing," 

 "That sounds like it was intentional," Marinette replied, frowning. Why would anyone curse her? She tried to be a good person. Her parents taught her that manners were extremely important and to always help people. She tried to be a good person. She tried so hard. She felt tears fill her eyes but before she could cry, Luka knelt down in front of her.

 "Hey, been cursed doesn't mean that you're a bad person," He stated in a calm voice, gently taking her hand in his. Instantly, she felt calm.

 "But… then why was I cursed?"

 "It could be a number of things," He replied, making her blink. "Envy, Spite or just because they're just a nasty piece of work,"

 Marinette nodded as he gently squeezed her hand before getting up again. She couldn’t explain it but she just knew he could help her and that he was good. 

 "I can also send it back to the caster," He stated, making her blink as he took out some tea light candles.

 "But wouldn't that be a curse itself?"

 "No, it's simply returning the magic from whence it came," He replied, placing the candles in a circle around the jar before he turned on his heel and disappeared farther into the shop. Marinette frowned as her mind searched for a reason as to why she had been cursed. She replayed every interaction she could remember in her mind but nothing made sense. However, Luka returned from wherever he had gone holding another bowl. It was filled with what appeared to be ash that had been pressed down. He placed it on the table and took a seat across from her, adding a metal disc with a handle to it. Marinette watched as he poured the herb dust into it before picking up a brush and dusting it on the disc, shaping it. Once it was shaped, he carefully removed the disc. “This ritual I’m going to do is known as an uncrossing. It will draw out the dark magic that has been placed on you and then I will trap it in that jar. However, an uncrossing can be extremely uncomfortable so please try to relax your mind and don’t be afraid,”

 “O-Ok,” She replied nervously as he took out some matches and lit the candles. “Matches?”

 “Fire magic is not my gift,” He replied with a soft smile, taking out another match. “Are you ready?”

 “As ready as I can be,” She replied, causing him to nod before he lit the match, bringing it to the incense. It briefly caught on fire before it went out, causing smoke to flow. As soon as Marinette smelt its scent, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she began to shake as if having a seizure. The witch boy grabbed the jar as she let out a scream. It felt like her bones were being broken one by one and the pain was unbearable. Tears began to run down her cheeks and blood began to drip from her nose as she shook violently.

 “Enodnu eb esruc!!” He declared, causing her to let out a scream and throw her head back before a black smoke rushed out. Luka opened the jar, causing it to get sucked into it before he closed the lid and screwed it shut. Marinette flopped forward as she breathed in heavily. Luka put down the jar and moved over to her, gently placed his hands on her. She carefully looked up. “Sorry,”

 “N-No, it’s fine,” She replied, touching her nose. She felt tired and drained but at the same time, she felt better than she had been for a while. “But have you got a tissue?”

 “Of course,” He replied, pulling one out of his sleeve. She let out a little chuckle as he handed it to her. She gently wiped the blood from her nose and the tears from her eyes before looking over at the jar.

 “It really was a curse,” She replied, feeling her strength slowly return. In fact, she felt better than before. “Thank you, Luka,”

 “No worries,” He replied, sitting back down. Marinette frowned as she noticed he looked visibly tired. 

 “Um, are you ok?” She asked, frowning.

 “Oh… sorry,” He mumbled. “Spells on that level are very powerful and take a lot of energy. Especially given how power the curse was too,”

 “Someone really wanted me dead…” She frowned. “Oh god what if they try to harm you?”

 “Even if they did, it wouldn’t work,” He replied, reaching into his pocket and taking out a chocolate bar. He opened it and took a bite out of it, eating it. 

 “How come?”

 “I have protection,” He replied, tapping his silver bracelet. “A protection amulet. Keeps all kinds of evil away,”

 “How much would it be to get one of those?” Marinette asked before gasping. “And the ritual. How much do I owe you for removing the curse? I don’t have a lot of money but surely, I can give you something,”

 “No need for that, Marinette. I don’t charge for my services,” He replied, making her blink. “I don’t need the money,”

 “But surely you should get something,” She replied as he got up and picked up the jar. He walked over to one of the cupboards and placed it inside before closing it before he turned back to her.

 “Helping people is enough for me,” He replied, looking a little better. “Now I should definitely make you a protection amulet as the witch who cursed you will strike again,”

 “Oh that would be wonderful!” She gasped, smiling before she realised that it won’t be ready straight away. Even with his magic. “But what should I do in the meantime? They’ll curse me as soon as they realise, right?”

 “Luckily, I have just the thing,” He replied, getting up and offering his hand to her. She smiled and took it, causing him to pull her to her feet before he led her through the store, revealing it was literally bigger on the inside. She glanced around in amazement as he led her through it. It was filled with all kinds of wonderful things. From balls of lights that danced around to amazing creatures that she was sure belonged in a fairytale. In fact, she saw things that she was certain were from the fairytales. 

 “Are those Cinderella’s shoes?” She asked, glancing at the glass slippers. Luka smiled but didn’t answer. Instead he stopped and picked up a small box.

 “Here,” He stated, holding the box to her. She took it and opened them, revealing a pair of earrings that resembled a ladybug. “These are very special earrings that bring the wearer good luck. They should be able to counter the bad luck curse when the witch recasts it until I can make you the protection charm for you,”

 “Really?” She replied, causing him to nod. “Thank you so much,”

 “No worries, Marinette,” He smiled. “You should probably put them on now though,”

 “Right,” She nodded and placed the box down before taking out her current earrings. She placed them on the table as well then took out the ladybug earrings and put them in. Instantly, she felt warmth surround her. It was like a hug that encouraged her and made feel like she was going to be ok. It reminded her of the feeling she got when she made a new dress. Luka smiled gently at her.

 “They suit you,” He smiled, making her blush. “I do believe I would explain what wiccan and magic was,”

 “I think I have a rough idea now,” She replied. “But I like to learn more,”

 “I’d be more than happy to tell you,” Luka smiled before a light blush came over his cheeks. “Maybe over a coffee?”

 “Are you asking me out on a date?”

 “Would you be interested?” He asked, making her blush. 

 “I would love to,”

[aro-pancake]

So Monday night we watched Pacific Rim.

Then, yesterday we met up with a friend, who mentioned to mr Pancake that Uprising exists. He got curious, so we watched it.

There is so much wrong with that movie.

I'll put a cut here because a) it's Spoilers if you haven't seen either movie, and b) it's a long, long rant.

I would die happily without remembering that movie even existed. So, thank you, friend, for reminding me of it. 😒

First things first, they're ignoring the established lore. On the words of Ron Pearlman, Kaiju bone sells for 500 dollars a pound, so why are there still so many carcasses laying about?

Also, the war ended 10 years ago! Why are Jagers still in production? The whole shebang of the first movie was that the program was ending, and they were given a final shot at the Jagers before the walls were done. The governments didn't want to keep the Jagers then, they sure as fuck wouldn't want to keep them after the war!

(Attack on Titan looking kinda weird.)

And why do they have Jagers strolling around casually? Those things are heavy and expensive to maintain. They would stay in docks until they were needed, make quick work of the Kaiju and return to docking. What's fueling the Mark VI Jagers?

Why wasn't Jake ever even mentioned in the first movie? Where did the kid come from? He just popped up and we gotta swallow it now? And this kid wouldn't be poor! His dad was Marshal Stacker Pentecost, ffs! His sister is Mako Mori! His family are all high ranking war heroes!

Then... There's the kids. The biggest human issue we had in the first movie was actual tension between the GROWN UP pilots, who were dealing with the apocalypse incoming their way. Now, we have kids fighting over who's getting the top bunk.

And don't (please do) get me started on the drift. First movie? They were all family. We had two Russian siblings, Chinese triplets, father and son, twins... People you already share memories with, what makes it easier to drift.

The second movie? They tossed a bunch of random kids together and expected them to drift on day fucking one! Not even Mako and Raleigh managed to drift on day one, and he was ready to give her the world the second she showed up. They actually spent time together before attempting to drift. Talked. Got to know eachother for a couple days.

Yes, sure, there was the impending apocalypse knocking at their doors so they had to speed run a drift compatibility. But it made it believable. The cadets on Uprising didn't have to deal with the world ending.

That Chinese lady? Boss, have the whole "I hate repeating myself" thing? Did they want to divert us into thinking she was the BBEG when Newt (Charlie Day, my second favourite character in the first movie) was acting completely out of character and LITERALLY DATING A FUCKING KAIJU BRAIN? LIKE THAT WASN'T INCRIMINATING ENOUGH?

[deep breaths] ok. I'm calm.

And did they want the boss lady to be a strong female character? She was annoying. They already had a strong female character. Yes. Mako Mori.

I'm honestly glad she died when she did, before they had the chance to destroy her character for good.

And why did they present the solution (Jagers still in commission) then the problem (Obsidian Avenger/return of the Kaijus) to justify the solution?

It's been 10 years since the war! The world wouldn't still be in shambles!

I would have liked that movie if:

"look, we built some Jagers again to put as a display/just in case, and transformed the Shatterdome into a wartime museum."

"oh no. The Kaijus are back! Who can help us now?"

Put together a ragtag band of fighters, trained by Mako and Raleigh (happily married, thank you. Also, please feel free to send some fluff fics of them my way), and they have to help new pilots to find their way into the drift. There would be a lot of awestruck new pilots, being like "omg, we're being trained by them!", while others are like "what do you know? Your war is over." And they have to wrangle the kids to get a fighting force to go and destroy the Kaijus.

That would make it a better movie. Not necessarily a good one, but one where we're willing to suspend our disbelief and fall back into the amazing lore of Pacific Rim.

Yes. I like the lore of Pacific Rim. Sue me.

ETA: it was such a bad movie, I only remember the names of two characters, Mako because Mako, and Jake, because he's supposed to be the main character.

[lankygeralt]

Okay so since I don't have time to actually work on the next chapter of Sugar Crush, and I'm writing little headcanon scenario-somethings (i should REALLY get a name for these holy shit), I've decided that I'm open to accepting prompts!

I've made a little list with prompts that would be pretty cool but feel free to be creative and add your own! You can send me an ask with the number/prompt (specify the pairing otherwise I'll choose hehe) and an au if you have one in mind. Also, let me know if it is SFW or not!

"That's what friends do, right?"

"Yeah, that's pretty stupid. I mean- not that you're stupid just- Ok never mind."

"Is there anything you don't know?"

"See, when you say it like that, I don't think you mean it."

"I need a favor..."

"I give great hugs."

"Stop looking at me like that."

"What have you done..."

"Not now."

"You're so fucking annoying."

"Do you even hear yourself right now?"

"Are you still up?"

"Do it."

"It's your choice."

"This is going to hurt."

"Take a deep breath."

"You're a terrible liar. You know that, right?"

"Leave me alone."

"Why do you want me, of all people?"

"You don't wanna do this."

Oh, and just to be completely transparent: this is just for funsies! These are not commissions so I'm allowed to write/not write what I want. If you're interested in a commission here's my carrd :D

[pelibirdie]

I have.....a request!

I highly doubt Elowen wanted to be a badass criminal when she was younger so she's talking to MC and she lets it slip that her dream as a kid was to be, like, a businesswoman or something idk and she thinks nothing of it but MC is now DETERMINED to make her dreams come true

Or at least try lol

Also I promise I will do your request, college is just hard to settle into!

Author's note: Oooh ok ok let's see, I've been reading metamorphosis and let me tell you it's taling me so much willpower to finish this book. Ive finished tragedies but capitalism is where I draw the line it seems

Elowen never imagined she'd end up like this. Two swords in her hand, dressed in all black, hunting down bounties and doing commissions for random people. Of course the income was more than enough with the way she was working, but if you had told her that she'd be a sellsword years ago...she would have brushed you off without a thought.

It was a hard few years, she'd admit. As a child, sons and daughters of merchants passed through the streets of Vair; clothes from exquisite foreign fabrics, books they held had weight to them, the tiny paper bags they had on a weekly basis held candy Elowen could only get in a month. By no means Elowen was poor, they had only majorly stuggled when her and Lucan's parents had passed away. But she wanted to be like those children. She wanted to be one of the kinds who didn't play with cheap wood swords, but those made from elm trees. To have those hard cover books and to be able to afford to go to every play. To get those candies for Lucan and to gift her mom and dad nice things. If you had asked her, years ago before her life turned upside down, Elowen would tell you: "I'm going to be a merchant." She wasn't bad at finances or doing the math. Everyone knew that she was also clever and studious. But whatever the goddess had planned for her, it definitely wasn’t being a merchant.

It has been a few months since Elowen joined your side. After hearing of cultist activity, you and Elowen decided to investigate the empty theatre for clues. Her boots clicked on the emty stage, tens and hundreds of red-velveted seats were facing her. Little daylight remained from the closed area of the theatre, it was your illuminating magic that made some things easier to see. Dusting the cushioned seat, you looked up at Elowen. "You look like you're about to recite something from a play." You chuckled. "What makes you say that?" Elowen replied, amusement in her voice. "Do you want me to?" She asked. You stopped for a moment, taking a seat. "By all means Miss Bhaldraithe. "

Elowen took a deep breath in, eyeing a lounge covered in velvet curtains. Burgundy patterns on red fabric, gold rimmed balconies and the light from the glass window at the ceiling lightly illuminating her.

"It’s not that desire for thw beauty that haunts me. No paintings, no dishes of a foreign land. But in this system I stand, baffled and helpless, alone as every being and crying for bread. Luxuries poured down throats of nobles as my brothers starve. Our luxury is bread, meat, the desert we wish for is the jam the old ladies make and the home we call are people but a stone castle. I am not afaid of asking for my right. Neither are my home."

"Whoa." You clapped Elowen. "Who knew you could recite such a long line? Which play was it from??" Elowen lightly smiled at you. "Home of Stone and Flesh. It's one I discovered in my late teen years, the play is essentially about how there is an unimagineable economic injustice and how there is this woman who works day and night to nurture her mother. A very touching story, might I add." Elowen looked proud, it really did seem like something she would like. A deep story with tragedy.

"That place." Elowen pointed towards the fancy balcony seats. "That is where merchants used to watch plays. I wanted to be one, to gain money and get nice things. I wasn’t too poor but we did stuggle from time to time." Elowen looked at you. Your mouth agape, you stared at her. "I'm telling you this because I trust you. Some people called my desire to be a merchant lame but to be honest, is it really lame if you're doing your work on a fancy wood tesk with coffee from another part of that world?" "No I gotta give that to you. Being rich is a desireable thing, after all. But, if you wanted to be a merchant why become a sellsword? There are a lot of opportunities and I know not everyone can get to do what they like but...you just seem the type of person to get what you want." You took the hamd Elowen extended towards you, stepping onto the wood stage, and admiring the view. "Things changed too quickly before I could catch up to it. Lucan wished to be in Porrima, and I wished to stay in Vair. In the end, it was not in Night Mother's plan it seems. I can still get what I want. But I do not resent my current life either." Elowen shrugged. On her way to fins clues for the cultist activities. "Come on, let’s finish this work before I got too nostalgic. " You smiled and went after her.

The search was done before midnight. With a few leftover objects of a spell and the drawn copy of a sigil, the two of you left for Fathom. Elowen sat on the couch. Bouncing her leg with a cup of coffee in her hand. Did she really make a wise desicion by telling you this? Did you aslo think it was a boring life she’d lead if she were a merchant or maybe never even get to be rich in a system where everyone ate each other up? The distant bickering od Sage and Anisa in the other room already made it hard to focus, and feeling the cushions sink next to her broke it off completely. "Hey." You said. "MC? What do I owe this visit for?" Elowen had her poker face on again. "Hoping I didn't interrupt your thinking, I came here with a proposal." Elowen listened in silence. "Come to Earth with me."

Elowen stopped, almost choking on her coffee as drops of the brown liquid fell on the floor. "Excuse me??" "Well you see, it’s easier to become a 'merchant' on Earth. The process may be complicated for you bc you will have to learn how to use technologies of Earth. And you will get the chance to start over if you'd like. It's just a suggestion though! No pressure. Who knows I mean maybe you will like Earth and you can travel back if we find a way and-" "thank you, MC." Elowen said. "Huh-" "thank you. I dont really have a problem with Astrea but I'll maybe consider. No one really offered solutions to me so this was a first." Elowen took a sip from her coffee.

"No proble-" you stopped as soon as you felt warmth in your cheek. In the blink of an eye, it was gone. "Also, tell those two brickering fools to keep it down. Some of us still have work to take cae of." And with that Elowen got up and left.

Sage barged into the room, followed by Anisa. "Un- believable! I tell you to be careful and still I find out that you went off on your own again?!" Anisa said after Sage. " I literally told you you would get lost in the sewers if you tried to follow me Annie! And- oh MC hi what's up?" Sage threw himself to the couch next yo you. "Oho? Who did you get to kiss while we were gone?" Sage made a smug look that reminded you of a cat. "A WH- HUH?" you jumped. "Is,,,isnt that-" eyes fell on Anisa. "Isn't that the color of Elowen’s lipstick?" "WHAT DID DID YOU JUST SAY-" Sage sprinted from the couch. "SAGE WAIT FELIX IS STILL INSPECTING-" Anisa ran after Sage.

So that's what that warmth was.