#otp: i prayed to you every night

[honeybeefae]

Shadows of Fire (Azriel x Reader x Eris)

Summary// You stumbled upon something that you should have never seen, something that would send two courts of Pyrthian into chaos if made public. After a week of trying to forget, the two men cornered you, leaving you nowhere to run even if you wanted. However, deep down inside, did you?

(Azris is like my OTP and writing this was SO fun. I love this idea of a reader sandwich and I cannot lie I have fantasized about this exact scenario multiple times. Enjoy this 4,600 smut fic! I hope you guys like it!)

WARNINGS: Smut, Threesome, Bondage, Edging, Orgasm Denial, MMF, Spitting

By the time you arrived back at your shared apartment, it was late. You weren’t even meant to be there tonight but the date you had planned went up in smoke. He was cocky and rude, staring at your breasts for most of the night while the rest was spent bragging about the women he slept with. 

It shouldn’t have been a surprise to him when you declined his invitation to go home with him but by the look on his face, he seemed shocked his moves hadn’t made you putty in his hands. You had to refrain from rolling your eyes when he sneered at you, storming off like a child.

Good riddance.

Your roommate, Azriel, had plans tonight and you hoped you wouldn’t be interrupted as you unlocked the door quietly. His late-night rendezvous often left at this time so your fingers were crossed that you wouldn’t walk in on something that would make your eyes bleed.

And it wasn’t that you thought he was unattractive. Anyone with two eyes could see that he was, with tan skin and a lean frame. Black tattoos covered his body which only added to his dangerous vibe not even counting the wings. You weren’t stupid enough to deny the attraction.

However, you also weren’t stupid enough to jeopardize a friendship for a fuck that could only end badly. Azriel didn’t “do” relationships and you had heard more than one girl leave angrily when he denied them the night. No matter how badly you might want to have sex with him you were not going to give in to the temptation.

The floor creaked under your bare feet as you gingerly walked down the hallway, keeping your eyes ahead as you strained to hear any noises. You cursed under your breath when you heard soft moans and grunts coming from his room, the smell of sex increasing with every step you took.

You picked up your pace and prayed to the Mother they didn’t hear you, not wanting to deal with Azriel’s agitation or god forbid a jealous woman thinking you were here to steal her man. As you beelined for your room beside his you saw the door to his bedroom slightly ajar and you froze when you heard something… unexpected.

“Oh, Az,” A deep, sultry voice moaned loudly. “I always knew you couldn’t resist me.”

That voice…didn’t belong to a woman. It also didn’t belong to just any man, at least not a regular one. Thanks to your emissary duties to the Autumn Court, you knew that voice like the back of your hand. 

That voice belonged to Eris.

Surprise was an understatement for what you were feeling as your feet cemented into the floor, your dark figure looming in the doorway as you saw the two of them. There were a few candles lit around the room, giving just the right amount of light for you to see the two sworn enemies in a very interesting position. 

Azriel had Eris pinned against a wall, his wings tucked in tightly as he bit and sucked at the red-headed male’s neck. Eris had his head thrown back in ecstasy, his hands digging into the Shadowsinger’s hips as he ground down onto his clothed thigh. They were both breathing heavily, their shirtless chests already coated in sweat. You knew you needed to leave, to pretend that you never saw the two of them like this, but something about them was hypnotic.

The way their bodies moved against each other, how Azriel’s shadows caressed the neglected areas of Eris while they shucked off the rest of their clothes. It was like they were the only two in the world. A thrill went down your spine at being such a voyeur to this scene, the taboo couple adding fuel to the fire as you felt yourself grow wet.

“I might put that mouth of yours to better use, prince,” Azriel growled as he grasped Eris’s cock through his boxers, his grin feral at how he melted into his touch. “You’re only good for sucking my cock anyways. Isn’t that right?”

One of your hands flew over your mouth to conceal the moan that wanted to escape as you watched Eris nod submissively, his knees hitting the floor as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.

Azriel fisted Eris’s hair into his hand and guided him to his cock, his nostrils flaring as he got to work. You could only see his head bobbing up and down but your mind was ready to fill in the blanks, your fingers itching to bury themselves in your needy cunt.

“Oh, fuck, Eris,” The Illyrian growled loudly, his hips pistoning in and out as he used him as his fucktoy. You watched Eris palm at his red cock, the candlelight catching the bead of precum on his tip as he readily took everything Azriel gave to him.

Your fingers were teasing the waistband of your panties before you sent them further south, rubbing your clit through your underwear. It was just the right amount of friction that had you biting your tongue to keep quiet as you watched them. 

After only a few seconds of teasing yourself, you couldn’t wait any longer and hastily pushed your panties aside to shove your fingers inside yourself. You knew it wasn’t going to be enough but you kept fucking yourself, matching your thrusts with Azriel's as their moans grew louder. 

Everything was getting too hot, too fast, and you gripped the doorway to steady yourself, freezing when it creaked under your weight.

No, no, no, no…

Both men froze and turned to look where the sound had come from, their gazes full of surprise and what looked like anger as they took in your form, your smell, and your hand down your pants. You blinked once before yanking your fingers out of your still-dripping core and running out the apartment door, slamming into an innocent person who just happened to be walking by.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry!” You spluttered as you kept running, waving a hand behind you while weaving through the streets. The night air was cold on your skin as you looked behind you, making sure you weren’t followed before you finally stopped to lean against a building. “What the fuck have I done?”

Both of your hands went up to grab the sides of your head as you looked up at the stars, shaking your head in disbelief. You had lost yourself in watching them, their passion, and not only intruded on their very personal moment but also fucked yourself while watching.

You had just ruined not one but two relationships for a stupid, lust-driven decision. Azriel would never be able to look you in the eyes again and Eris…mother above, your already shaky relationship with his court has now crumbled completely.

“I am so screwed…I might as well pack my shit up tonight.” You mumbled to yourself, trying to stop your bottom lip from quivering as your anger turned to sadness. 

“Why would you do that?” A raspy voice asked from beside you, making you jump and whip around. Your eyes widened in fear when you saw Azriel leaning casually against the wall, Truthteller twirling in his hands. “Did you see something you weren’t supposed to?”

“Azriel, I-” You tried to explain, taking a nervous step back only to bump into a solid mass. Your throat bobbed as you leaned your head back to find a smirking Eris. “Guys, listen, I am so sorry-”

“Are you though?” Eris tilted his head, grabbing your forearms roughly and spinning you around to face him. “You could have run, you could have gone to bed, but you stood there watching us…”

“With your fingers shoved in your needy little cunt.” Azriel finished for him, pushing himself off the wall to come up behind you. “What you saw tonight…it does not leave your mouth, do you understand?”

You hesitated, your entire body on high alert as you were sandwiched between the two men, and you flinched when you saw Az’s eyes darken. Before you could blink he had his scarred fingers gripping your face painfully, his nose brushing against yours as he bent down and said, “Answer me.”

“I swear on my life.” You promised quickly, eyes flickering between the two of them. “I won’t tell anyone just please let me go, please don’t hurt me.”

He held you for a moment longer before letting go, both of them stepping back as you took in much-needed air with a hand over your chest. Adrenaline was coursing through your body as you started to walk away, resisting the urge to run, until something cool wrapped around your wrist and yanked you back.

Your feet stumbled but you caught your footing before you could faceplant, looking down to see one of Azriel’s shadows holding your arm. You lifted your frantic gaze upwards only to see them both smirking devilishly.

“Do you smell that?” Azriel hummed, raising a brow towards Eris as the redheaded nodded and clicked his tongue.

“I do…it’s the same smell that was in the apartment when Y/N was fucking herself,” Eris replied. You could feel a shift in the air as they watched you with wicked delight. The sound of your heartbeat was roaring in your ears as you struggled against the shadowy binds only to gasp when a rope of fire slithered around your other arm. “Where do you think you’re going, pet?”

“The fun is just starting.” The Spymaster smiled as they both tugged you forward roughly, sending you spiraling towards them until four large hands caught you and straightened you out. “You wanted to watch us so badly. Let us put on a proper show for you.”

“No, I don’t-” You tried to protest only to shudder when you felt a pair of warm lips on the shell of your ear, the heat of the fiery bonds increasing briefly as Eris dragged a hand down the side of your body. It shouldn’t have felt as good as it did and when you looked up you saw Azriel watching you with hooded eyes. 

“Are you sure about that, mouse? Look at how quickly you’re coming apart.” He snickered, cupping your face and running his thumb over your bottom lip. “We’ve barely even touched you and you look like you’re ready to burst.”

Eris continued his lazy exploration of your body while his mouth caressed your neck. Your hands were fisted at your sides as Azriel watched on, licking his lips as he slipped the pad of his thumb into your mouth. “Suck it.”

And despite all the qualms you had about this situation, about the two of them, you found yourself immediately listening to his instructions. You took the large digit and started sucking and swirling your tongue around it, the slight groan from Az’s throat only spurring you on.

“Good girl.” Eris whispered into your ear. 

Another shiver ran down your spine from his words as you closed your eyes to avoid the embarrassment of how much this was turning you on. However, Azriel seemed to want to watch how they were affecting you. Both of their bonds suddenly disappeared as you stumbled back, barely catching yourself against the wall as you glared at them.

“What the hell?” You huffed, crossing your arms before letting out a small shriek as Eris threw you over his shoulder. Your fists banged against his back while your feet kicked around but a loud, hard slap to your ass got you to still momentarily.

“Save your voice for the bedroom, pet. You’re going to need it.” He chuckled with a glance over at Azriel, the two of them nodding before you felt yourself drop into nothingness. Your stomach churned as you winnowed into Azriel’s bedroom, Eris dropping you roughly on the bed as the Spymaster swooped in from the balcony.

“I truly am sorry, more than sorry even, for invading your privacy.” You swallowed thickly, your palms sweaty. “What I did was wrong and perverted and-”

“Mother above, shut her up, Eris.” Azriel rolled his eyes, smiling when your eyes widened as a thick rope of fire tightened around your throat. It wasn’t tight enough to cut off your airway but you knew he could if he wanted. “Spare us the holier than though speech, mouse.”

“I’m just-” You tried to argue only to gasp when the fire grew hotter. Your skin starts to sweat from the heat and you realize that four more binds have wrapped around your wrists and ankles, spreading you open for the two of them. Eris also used the opportunity to burn your clothes to dust, the wind scattering it across the floor as he left you bare for them.

“You just what? You just stood there and watched as I fucked Eris’s mouth? Stood there and touched yourself to the sight of the two of us?” Azriel was now on top of you, his eyes dark and tone seductive. “Admit it, Y/N. Admit it to yourself that you enjoyed watching us. Admit that deep down inside you are nothing but a wanton whore.”

“I’m not!” You denied, frowning, only to thrash and struggle as a cloth was shoved into your mouth. “Mmm! Mphm!”

Azriel clicked his tongue while shaking his head, stepping back onto the floor and turning to Eris. “Shall we continue before we were so rudely interrupted?”

“What about her?” Eris jerked his head towards you as you still struggled against your restraints. He frowned and narrowed his eyes, the flames licking up your skin burning fiercely for a moment until you whimpered in pain. “I must admit, I’ve wanted to taste her from the moment she walked into my court.”

“As soon as she can admit to herself that she loves watching and being treated like this, she can join us. Until then…” Azriel trailed off, grabbing Eris’s hips and pulling him towards him. The redhead grinned and kissed him with a passionate fire you could feel from the bed, their teeth clashing as they hastily removed their clothing.

You bit down on the cloth as their cocks sprang free from the confine of their pants, both of them impossibly large and thick. Azriel had more length while Eris was slightly girthier, though you know what mattered more was how they used it. Wetness began to pool between your thighs once more as you wriggled slightly, trying to gain some friction.

“Knees. Now.” Azriel commanded, his chest rumbling when Eris readily responded and took his cock in his mouth. It was already hard and you moaned loudly when you saw Eris’s throat bob with every inch he took of the Illyrian. 

Your fingers flexed as you watched him swallow Azriel down to the base, the Shadowsinger making a choking sound before grabbing a fistful of red hair and holding him there for several seconds. Tears were welling up in Eris’s eyes as he struggled to breathe but he never fought against Az’s hold. He took everything he was giving him.

“Good boy, good fucking boy,” Azriel grunted, finally letting him come up for air as he turned to look at you. “Look at how wet you’ve made her, Eris. She’s soaking the sheets.”

“Fuck, she looks delicious…” Eris moaned. “Are you ready to submit yet, pet? Ready to show us how good you can be?”

You hesitated, struggling with the moral and immoral thoughts swirling around your brain, and whined when Azriel shrugged his shoulders and turned back to his lover. “Her loss.” He said, using Eris’s hair to guide him back to his throbbing dick. “Eyes on me, prince.”

He had no hesitation as he went back to work on his cock, his hands rubbing where his mouth couldn’t reach. Your mouth went dry as you saw Azriel grow more and more desperate, his hips snapping in time with Eris’s sucking. Every inch of your skin felt as if you were on fire and when you saw Azriel shove him all the way down his throat, spilling inside him, your resolve finally broke.

“Mmmph! Mmm!” You garbled through the makeshift gag, your pussy weeping with how desperate you were. They ignored you, lost in their own euphoria as Eris’s own cock jerked in need of release. 

“Don’t swallow it, greedy prince. Keep my cum warm for me while I check on our little voyeur.” Az smirked, gingerly pulling out of his mouth before strolling towards you. His cock was glistening with Eris’s spit and his own cum, already starting to get hard again as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Something to say, mouse? Do you need something?” He taunted, one of his shadows ghosting over your swollen cunt. It made you buck your hips as you struggled to talk, gasping for air when Azriel yanked the wet gag out of your mouth. “Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“I like it. I like it and I shouldn’t but I do,” You rambled, chest heaving with each word. “I’m a dirty slut who liked it just please, please fucking touch me. I’m begging you. I need it.”

Azriel mulled over your words, the shadow pressing more firmly on your clit. You knew if he kept going you would cum in no time, your inner walls already clenching as you bit down on your lip to try and control yourself. 

“Was that good enough for you, Eris?” Azriel asked, smirking when he saw him already climbing up the end of the bed. “Or should we make her beg more?”

“No, no, please!” You nearly cried, ignoring the burn from your bonded hands and feet as you tried to get up. “I promise I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll do whatever you want just please touch me.”

You flinched when Azriel’s fingers tilted your head to look at him, his eyes drinking in your tear-stained cheeks and flushed face. He studied you for what felt like forever before bending down until his forehead was touching yours. “You’re ours now, little mouse.”

Eris’s hot, wet tongue licked up your cunt as you were staring at Azriel and it made you cry out in pleasure, taken off guard as he latched onto your clit and started sucking on it roughly.

It was too much sensation at once and with how worked up you were, you already felt yourself teetering on the edge. Azriel seemed to realize as he crawled beside you and pinned your arms to the bed, Eris’s fire disappearing instantly. “Don’t you dare fucking cum, whore. You have to be given permission.” 

“I can’t-” You choked, your hips grinding down as Eris moved down to circle the tip of his tongue over your hole. “I can’t hold it! Please!”

“I said no,” Azriel growled, fingers digging painfully into the soft skin of your arms. “Stuff her full of my cum, prince. Claim her for me.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion until you watched as Eris pulled away from your sopping wet cunt, a small string of saliva following him, and spat Azriel’s cum onto your pussy. The sight of it had your toes curling as Eris gave you a devilish smile, sliding two fingers down your lips, collecting the cum, and then shoving them roughly inside you.

“Oh, fuck!” You yelped as he fucked his lover’s cum into you, his fingers curling with each thrust before he went back to licking and biting your clit. It was the hottest thing you had ever seen and you almost sobbed when Azriel pinned your hips down to keep you still.

All you could do was lay there and take it, desperately trying to fend off your orgasm as Azriel whispered in your ear, “Take it like the dirty slut you are mouse. Feel his thick fingers inside of you, fucking my cum into you.”

“She tastes so fucking, mmph-” Eris growled into your pussy, his amber eyes glowing like embers as he looked up at you. “So fucking good.”

“I bet she does, I can smell how sweet she is,” Azriel said, his fingers dancing down your body until he got to your breasts. “And look at how beautiful these are…just waiting to be marked up.”

He gave your right nipple a harsh smack at the same time Eris sucked your clit again, the pain and pleasure mixing in a toxic wave of lust. They had you seeing stars and they were just getting started. 

“Please, Azriel, Eris, please let me cum,” You begged, your bottom lip quivering as your legs shook with the effort to contain it. “I’ll be good, I’ll be a good girl.”

“You’re so cute when you beg like that, Y/N.” Azriel praised, goosebumps rising on your skin as his breath blew softly onto your neck. “So pretty, such a good whore. Do you think she should cum, Eris?”

Eris pulled back, ignoring your whimpers as he rose to his knees and pulled Azriel into a heated kiss so that he could taste your juices on his tongue. You huffed out angrily, nearly ready to stomp your feet as you felt your orgasm fade into nothing due to the lack of stimulation.

“Is my pet throwing a fit? Did you not already get enough attention?” Eris cooed, turning to watch you as Azriel kissed down his neck and palmed his cock until the High Lord was bucking into his hand. “Are you, ah, are you that needy?”

“Of course she is, look at her.” Azriel mocked, sucking a large hickey onto the column of his throat before he pushed him back roughly. Eris landed beside you, his hair splaying out beautifully as the Illyrian roughly picked you up and had you bending over the edge of the bed. “Suck his cock, mouse. Make him cry for you.”

You did not need to be told twice, your mouth hungrily kissing his inner thighs and trailing up to his dripping member. It was thick and long, the tip red and begging for you to pay it attention. He let out a small groan as you kissed and licked the head of him, swirling your tongue round and round before a sharp smack landed on your ass.

“I said to suck his cock not tease him, little whore.” Azriel ordered, letting another spank hit your clit this time which made you moan. You nodded, eyes focusing on Eris as you took him all the way to his pubic hair. It tickled your nose as you watched the redhead lurch forward, his hands immediately flying to your head to hold you still as he rutted upwards.

“Stars above, that feels amazing,” He moaned, looking over you to Azriel who was stroking himself to the sight. You began to choke and only then did he finally let you go, his thumb reaching out to wipe away the mascara that was now smeared under your eyes. “Again.”

He gave you no time to prepare as he roughly shoved himself down your throat once more, his mouth hanging open in ecstasy as you did your best to breathe through your nose. You cupped his balls in your hand, rolling them around, which only spurred Eris on further. 

“Who knew you were such a good cocksucker, Y/N?” Azriel chimed from behind you, stepping forward to rub his hard cock through your folds. Each time he bumped against your clit it made you lurch back, trying to get him to enter you. “Maybe that should be your new title, hm? Just for us.”

“Only for us.” Eris echoed. “Fuck I’m going to cum.”

“Paint her face. Mark her in your cum.” Azriel growled, savoring the way you were both lost in your own pleasure as Eris suddenly pulled out of your mouth to spurt onto your face. You closed your eyes and took it, loving the way they were being so filthy with you before you moaned when you felt Azriel enter you from behind. 

“So fucking tight,” He gritted out as he fucked you wildly like a beast taking his bitch. Your whole body was jerking forward and all you could do was look at Eris, your eyes heavy-lidded as he swiped some of his cum off your face and held it out for you to taste.

You sucked his finger in greedily, enjoying the salty taste of him as he smirked back at how corrupted you had become. However, as soon as Az hit that spot deep inside you, you let go of his digit to let out a loud, whorish groan. 

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” You cried out, looking back to watch him pound into you from behind. With every brush over that spot, you felt your orgasm building once more, your walls clenching tightly around him which made him hiss through his teeth.

“You wanna cum on his cock, pet? Do you deserve it?” Eris teased, placing two fingers under your chin to force you to look at him. “Do you think you deserve to cum on his cock?”

“Yes, mmm, I do,” You pant, moaning into his mouth when he kisses you sloppily. He tasted of warm spices and Azriel, the combination intoxicating as your tongues swirled together. It made your already wet cunt wetter. “I’ve been good.”

Azriel grabbed your hips harshly, making sure to leave bruises on them as he felt his orgasm racing up his spine. His balls started to tighten and he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted as he spilled into you, your orgasm following swiftly behind as you came and came and came.

Your entire body shook with the force of it as you all but collapsed onto Eris’s thighs, your ass still up in the air as Azriel continued to thrust shallowly into you. He grinned as some of his cum leaked out the side of your union, watching it fall onto the bed. 

“You made such a mess, little mouse,” Azriel noted as he reluctantly pulled out, scooping his oozing cum and shoving it back inside your sensitive hole. You whined, trying to move away but Eris forced you to stay still as the Spymaster continued to toy with your sex. “And you came without permission.”

“I-what? But you-” You mumbled, lifting your head to turn and gaze at him. “Eris said…”

“I only asked the question, pet. I never permitted you.” He said sweetly, brushing the hair out of your eyes as you swallowed in fear. “You should know better.”

“It’s alright, prince.” Azriel smiled, flipping you over forcefully before appearing over you. “We have plenty of time to teach her how to behave.”

The last thing you saw was Azriel’s hazel eyes before his shadows circled your head, blinding you as Eris chuckled into the night air. You sucked in a breath when you felt those fiery bonds return once more, locking you to the bed as they both set to work on your punishment.

[beanghostprincess]

[my one piece otps have two sides]

zolu: you're the moon, my stars, my universe, the blood of my enemies runs through my skin to remind myself each day what i'm fighting for. i pray to you and wish to be the only one worshipping you every night. captain, my captain-

sanuso: i found this nice rock and it reminded me of you <3

[esmealux]

esmealux's masterlist

last updated: 17.08.2024

Multi-chapter works

Feels Like Home

AU in which Chloe and Lucifer are roommates [extended work]. Written in collaboration with @my-crazy-awesome-sox 42 / ? chapters posted Rated E

Living with the Devil (isn't always Hell on Earth)

AU in which Chloe and Lucifer are roommates [original work]. Or, 5 times Chloe seriously considers moving out, and 1 time she doesn’t. Written in collaboration with @my-crazy-awesome-sox 6/6 chapters posted Rated M

Planning a Hell of a Wedding

The Devil and the Detective make their way through the wedding planning checklist. One is more passionate about it than the other. Set a year after season 5 (written before 5B was released) Rated M

One-shots

When All Else Fails

Lucifer and John's relationship throughout the years. Set in the universe of take me back to the start by usuallysunny; a belated birthday gift Rated T

Mummy's Workplace: The Guided Tour

Lucifer shows baby Rory around the precinct. Rated T

Going through Hell

Amenadiel has a message for Lucifer and pays him a visit in Hell. Set post season 6. Rated T

The Original Starry Night

When God comes to Earth, Lucifer needs to get away. Chloe finds him in the moonlit desert. Set after 5A Rated M

Definitely Don't Like You

Chloe and Lucifer go on a date and visits the precinct after dark. There's something they never got to try. Set post season 5B Rated M

Something Close to Sex? Yet Entirely Different

‘Lucifer, you’re hurting.’ Her eyes, full of worry, flicker over his wounded, broken body. And yes, it hurts. Like hell, as a matter of fact. But what hurts more is the thought of being alone. Rated T.

Certainly Our Best Collab

‘I just want to let you know that I love you.’ Rated G.

Rejected at the Pearly Gates

He stays by her side, holding her still hand, waiting. Hoping. And—when the sun has set, risen, and set again without the slightest movement from her—praying. Rated T.

The Devil Doesn't Do Children

Last time Linda saw Lucifer in a state similarly chaotic, dark, leathery wings were sticking out of his back. Before she can ask him what’s wrong, his trembling voice fills her office.

‘The Detective’s pregnant.’

Not what she’d expected, but his reaction seems about right. Rated M. Posted in 3 chapters, but it's only 10K words and was written as a one-shot.

How Chloe Decker Ruined the First and Greatest Slut of the Universe

Lucifer had never seen the point of monogamy. But then he’d met her. Rated M.

Bloody Hell

‘Yes, thank you, Detective, I am familiar with the concept of menstruation.' Rated T.

Granniest Panties (sequel to 'Bloody Hell')

Lucifer proves his worth as Chloe's very own PA. Period Assistant. Rated T.

Ship: Sailing

Ella finds out her OTP is finally happening. Or, Lucifer bragging about finally having sex with Chloe, Ella fangirling over it, and Chloe being so done with them. Rated T.

Two Firsts in One Night

‘I guess that’s two firsts in one day… Well, night,’ he smirks at her, surprised when she mirrors his suggestive smile instead of rolling her eyes at his last remark. But then again, she did seem to enjoy the night in question.

Tit or Tat

Chloe and Lucifer make a bet. Rated T

Drabbles

Aurora

How and when Chloe came up with Rory's name A gift for @my-crazy-awesome-sox Rated T

Being a Dad

Lucifer has always worn suits. But then, he became a dad. Rated G

An Unspoken Promise

Her shirt is still soaked with her blood. Lilith’s ring, now white, still rests on her left ring finger, an unspoken promise. A last goodbye. His ultimate sacrifice. A sob builds in his chest at the sight, the aftershock suddenly threatening to wash over him and rip him apart. But he pushes it down. Wraps his arms tighter around Chloe, pulls her closer, breathes deeper. Set after the last episode of season 5B Rated T

You and Me, from A to Z

A Deckerstar drabble for every letter of the alphabet. 4 / 26 chapters posted Not rated

Happy Anniversary, Detective

Chloe and Lucifer celebrate their second anniversary together. Set in season 3. Rated G

[gaiuskamilah]

tagged by @jerzwriter for songs your otp would be listening to this valentine's! tysm for the tag (:

the rules are what the characters would listen to on valentine's day but instead i'll be doing it for songs that i feel has the most vibes within the dynamic. partially because that's how i personally approach music with characters/dynamics, and because i think i'm bad with coming up with music characters would listen to lol.

gaius/magdalene

"'cause there's a hole where your heart lies / and i can see it with my third eye / and though my touch, it magnifies / you pull away, you don't know why" post-brainwashing gaius being horrified at being seen and magdalene's psychic powers. etc etc

"he looks her in the eyes and he says / hate me / break me / let me feel as hurt as you / push me / crush me / but promise me you'll never let us go" i like thinking of post-bb3 sentenced to live gaius as hilariously self-flagellating and catholic. self-explanatory LOL

nia/marya

"every night, i dream you're still here /the ghost by my side, so perfectly clear / when i awake, you disappear / back to the shadows, with all i hold dear" nia in the year marya was gone :3

artura/f!lancelot

"meet me on the battlefield / even on the darkest night / i will be your sword and shield, your camouflage / and you will be mine"

gaius/adrian

"praying i'd be like you / doing all of the things that you do / and i still do / and that scares me"

gaius/kamilah

"i am the doll you created / i am your sinner / i am your whore / but let me tell you something baby / you love me for everything you hate me for"

no pressure tag: @vampirkit @itlovesinthewoods @rainesenator @agentnatesewell :3

[evilponds]

song poem challenge

tagged by @omgkalyppso !

“Put your entire song collection on shuffle, then write down the first line from each of the first ten songs that pop up to create a poem. Then dedicate the poem to the blorbo or OTP that it most reminds you of!” soooo here we go

i'm watching from my window the curtain coming down fingers moving in a certain pattern walking up to me expecting yeah, i'm a midnight rider the berth surrounding my body, crushing every bit of bone aren't you tired of fighting? of all the money that e'er i had remember when our songs were just like praying? if you want me to stay, i'll stay darkness falls at night

i'm on my way by rhiannon giddens; redwood tree by jamie drake; dance yrself clean by ms mr; nightflyer by allison russell; bottom of the deep blue sea by missio; howl by kaye; the parting glass by hozier; the stable song by gregory alan isakov; i'm your dog by mackandgold; and moonrise by anne buckle

this felt a little incoherent tbh! but the more i look at it i think id say.. solveig probably.

shmanyways i tag @bastardwordsmith @areax @astrovagrant @moominminded @themoonshoes And You Also.

[baronessblixen]

You're The Only One For Me

Year of the OTP April prompts: "no, I'm not dating your brother" - peace - canon divergence - pranks

Set in season 8, wc: 1,191, fluff

tagging @today-in-fic

Her mother promised her a surprise. A big surprise. She mentioned it no less than four times on Friday when Scully confirmed she’d be here for tonight’s Sunday dinner. She tried to make her mother give her a hint, but she wouldn’t budge. Four children and decades of their pestering have made her immune to it.

Scully parks her car and maneuvers her ever-changing and growing body out of the driver seat. She fans herself, standing next to the car. She's way too warm even though she’s wearing a sundress. It’s a particularly warm late April and she’s not prepared. There are so many things she fears she’s not prepared for. Her hand wanders to her belly, but the baby is asleep. Unsurprisingly, because it kept her up half the night. Just like its dad.

She keeps her hand there as she thinks about Mulder. She called him, too, asking if he wanted to accompany her to her mother’s. She’d squeezed her eyes shut, hoping and praying he’d say yes. But he didn’t. All he said was that he already had plans and that he wished her a great weekend.

It’s been like this ever since he’s come back. Resurrected. Neither of them uses that word. It’s what Mulder’s therapist used once when she came to pick him up. She and Mulder shared a look, deciding that however they were going to deal with this, they would never use that word. He’s back. He’s alive. Mulder is, in many, many ways, his own X-File.

As she rings her mother’s doorbell, she wishes Mulder were here with her. She misses his hand on her back and his calming presence. She’s only just got him back and every moment she doesn’t spend with him feels like a waste.

“There you are, honey,” her mother says as soon as the door opens. Her warm, welcoming smile is a remedy for her out-of-control thoughts. “How are you? And my grandchild?”

“We’re good. Your grandchild is asleep after throwing a party during the night.”

“Just like his mother,” Maggie muses, winking at her daughter.

“I did that?” she asks, slipping out of her shoes. These days she dresses for comfort. With Mulder out of a job and her pregnancy, she knows there won’t be any unexpected calls, asking her for a consult or Mulder needing her expertise on a case. Part of her mourns these moments, too.

“Dana,” her mother says, putting her hands on her shoulder. “Remember how I told you I have a surprise for you?” If it weren’t for her mother’s smile, she’d be worried.

“You said it’s a big surprise.”

“Very. You won’t see it coming.”

“Mom, I know you mean well, but…” She doesn’t get to finish her sentence, because her mother is already dragging her into the living room. And there, in the middle of the room stands Charlie. Her baby brother Charlie. Tears spring to her eyes and she throws herself into his arms as if they were still kids, and she wasn’t pregnant.

“Give a guy some warning, Danes,” he says with a laugh, hugging her back. He’s not as tall as Bill and not as bulky, but he easily towers over her.

“I missed you,” she says into his shoulder. “You don’t call enough.”

“I hear phones work both ways,” he says. “Let me look at you. Got yourself knocked up, didn’t you?”

“Charlie,” their mom says warningly. “Be nice.”

“Ah, I’m just joking,” he says and Scully nods at him, understanding him. She can’t stop looking at him. His hair is longer than she’s ever seen it but still as auburn as ever. His eyes are smiling as much as his mouth. No matter how old he is, she still sees the small boy in him, the one that always followed his bigger siblings around, trying to get everyone’s attention by being funny.

“I have news, too, Dana,” he says, clearing his throat. “I’m in love.”

“You are?” She asks, sitting down on the couch. These days she can’t stand longer than a few moments before her feet start killing her.

“It was unexpected,” Charlie says. “Neither of us planned it. I wanted you to be here because, well, you know him.”

“I do?” Her eyes dart between Charlie and their mother, who is very obviously trying not to laugh. Or cry.

“You do,” Charlie says, holding out his hand, and then a man walks out of the kitchen. Scully expected a lot, but not this. Never this. Her heart soars before it crashes. She’s glad she’s sitting down because the man standing next to Charlie is Mulder.

Her Mulder.

“This is a joke, right?” Scully asks, looking at her mother, who is quiet, at Charlie, who has his hand on Mulder’s arm and finally at Mulder himself. He’s grinning. She knows that grin, has seen it so often over the years.

“Mulder?” She asks, her eyes filling with tears. The happiness she experienced only minutes ago when she saw Charlie has disappeared completely. None of what is happening before her eyes makes any sense at all.

“I wanted to surprise you.” That’s not a no, she realizes. Nausea unfurls in her stomach and she puts her hand there, overwhelmed. “Hey, Scully.” He walks to her, crouching in front of her and putting his hands on her knees. “You got me. No, I’m not dating your brother. That’s just a prank we came up with.”

“Well, it was just me,” Charlie says, smiling proudly. Scully throws her brother a look. “Okay, maybe it wasn’t my best idea.”

“You can come help me in the kitchen, Charles. Give Dana and Fox a moment.”

“You all right?” Mulder asks once they’re alone. He’s gently rubbing her knees. “I shouldn’t have gone along with it, huh? When your brother called and asked me to be here, I thought it was a good idea. He said you’d find it hilarious.”

“Maybe I would have,” she says, teary-eyed and huffing out a small laugh, “if I weren’t so hormonal.”

“I only have eyes for one redhead,” Mulder assures her softly. “There’s only one Scully I’m in love with.”

“It’s Bill Jr., isn’t it?” Scully jokes through her tears.

“You know me too well. Come here.” He gets up and gathers her in his arms. There’s that warmth she was missing. His love. His care. His protectiveness. “Do you like your surprise?” he asks, kissing her head. New tears gather in her eyes, but this time they’re from happiness. And from love.

“You being here? Yes, Mulder. Very much. But no more pranks.”

“Today or ever?”

“Today,” she says. They look at each other and to her surprise, there are tears in Mulder’s eyes too. There are so many things they need to talk about. Decisions they have to make. But tonight, they get to have a moment of peace. Together. With her family and as one of their own.

“You know,” Mulder says, taking her hand and kissing it, “maybe we can pull a prank on your brother instead?” Scully just laughs, feeling happy.

[see-arcane]

I’ve been listening to it on a loop for days now and I’m convinced London After Midnight’s Selected Scenes from the End of the World album could and should have been the soundtrack to a trippy goth industrial 80′s-90′s Dracula movie in the style of The Hunger (1983). Like holy hell

“Claire’s Horrors”: Full of synth pipe organs and baying wolves and moody Castle Dracula backdrop tunes as Jonathan deals with Bisexual Vampire Hell for two months with this blaring in every room.

(This is the voice you have learned to fear.)

Spirits seem to drift up through a darkened sky Drifting through dead branches in the night While in the moonlight we go down upon our knees Entwined together only we can see their beauty

Beneath the stars a bell begins to toll For reasons which we really shouldn't know So take a walk with me down to the cemetery Wrap me in darkness, Claire make love to me

I am thunder, I am rain, I am pleasure, I am pain Only in darkness can there be light, tell me angel have you prayed tonight?

“Demon”: Dracula making his moves on Lucy, full stop.

Through darkened streets and blackened gloom the candles dim in your bedroom rain reflecting shadows in the night the moon is full and through the mist I hear your voice I feel your kiss the line grows thin between what's wrong and right.

Burning flesh, pale as the stars no one knows just who you are drive the knife in deeper to my soul

“The Spider and the Fly”:  Renfield is blasting this at all hours on his Victorian airpods while Dracula catfishes him.

Empty hearts I can hear them talking I close my eyes and I keep on stalking my love, my love No one's aware of the hunger I feel It's something you or time cannot heal I need someone to help me rise above

Eternal bliss is something I can show you Spread your arms and let my wings enfold you, my love, my love In the darkness shades of crimson rapture The world is ours alone to capture my love, my love

“Your Best Nightmare”: Coppola would take the lyrics at face value for his DracMina OTP playlist. Listeners with taste know it’s serving nothing but hellish horror irony for That One Night in October.

Long after midnight, on a night like this I'd sit by my black-light and dream of your kiss Pulsating music filled my room and my head And I dreamed what it'd be like to have you in my bedI'm your best night, your best nightmare I'm your best night, your best nightmare

And then it happened, you were in my arms Your lips on my throat, your hands on my, on my... Two bodies together the intimate sin The pain and the pleasure could do mortals in How could you know what I'm thinking of? To me lust can be as beautiful as love Here tonight, your pure heart and soul Untainted passion should have no control

“Sacrifice”: Dripping with Jonathan and Mina’s ‘holiest love’ gothic horror romance drama front to back.

And here we go again, We've taken it to the end, With every waking moment, We face this silent torment

I'd sacrifice, I'd sacrifice myself to you Right here tonight Because you know that I love you

That is HALF THE ALBUM and at least five full music videos that could, should, and must be filmed in grainy moody scenery of mountainside castles interspersed with underground clubs with an all black dress code, eyeliner mandatory. And instead we got Francis’ never-ending migraine and Annie Lennox’s tragically misused “Love Song for a Vampire.” Shameful. 

[inafieldofdaisies]

Ship Songs Tag | tagged by @laindtt | Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @vampireninjabunnies-blog @poisonedtruth @detectivelokis @direwombat and anyone that would like to do the tag

5-10 songs that you think describe or relate to your fav otp/personal ship(s). I'm directly pulling songs out of my In Hope of Tomorrow Spotify playlist that grows longer with each passing day, and as a bonus also including snippets of the lyrics. <3

In Madness by Constance

In love and in madness In strength and in sadness When all of the world feels like its giving up on you Take what you have to But leave the hurt that they gave you Cause I see the dawn in you The light is breaking through

Long Time Coming by Caitlyn Smith

We've danced with the devil under the streetlight Been to hell and back in a black room Now I want to change but don't know what it feels like Keep having these visions of me without you

It's been a long time coming Through the dark, dark night It's been a long time coming But I'm going to be all right

Martyr by KiNG MALA

Keep you like a secret, Dancing in the deep end It's honey catching season And you're looking at me like I'm your Eve, Down on your knees I'm your favourite priestess, Communion every evening A blind believers always sweetest Got you falling asleep, praying to me, Your new deity

Still the Air by Roniit

Just because I have you Doesn't mean I'll never have me too I'm steady but I'm reckless And I'll never end this Just because I love you Doesn't mean you gotta love me too You're heaven and I'm helpless Holy and I'm breathless

Spiracle by Flower face

I want your secrets, your clementine fields The ropes that you climb up, the parts that won't heal I want your safe word, your passive resistance The sickness you foster, your favorite addictions

And I want your nightmares, the ghost in your doorway Your paralyzed sleep and your- I want you, butterfly, I want you, sailor I am your lover and I am your jailor

Bad Behavior by Klergy, Erin McCarley

I'm gonna get under Your skin, I'm a hunter Like a snake in the sun, Waking up the hunger

Swallow a gold rush And I remain focused The world that I make, Become what you hate I'll confess to nothing, Nothing

Daddy by Ramsey

Love is pain Hold your knife up Knife up, hold your knife up Baby, you're divine, I leave my body

[dotster001]

Day 1: Were creatures au for your otp

Summary: Sariel x gn! Reader

Cw: Mentions of Blood and gore, and past mutilation.

A/N: Low key....I want to explore this au more, but let me know if that's something you want to see.

Sequel

Your town was plagued by a werewolf. Once a month,  every month, the half eaten bodies would show up. The stronger of your town had tried their best to defend against it, but those who stood against it had all been slaughtered. All you could do was lock your door at night, block your windows, and pray that it wouldn't show up at your door.

Eventually, pressure on the mayor had led to him hiring a werewolf hunter. He had announced that the hunter had already arrived, but everyone knew everyone in your town, and no one had seen anyone new. You just had to hope and pray that the mayor hadn't lied, and everyone nervously made preparations for the next full moon.

                                   …

You were in a silver cage. Your whole body ached, and you were only covered by a blanket. Once you broke out of your shock, you sat up quickly and took in your surroundings. You were in a cabin you didn't recognize. You began to hyperventilate until…

"Ah, finally awake I see," a man with a smile you could only describe as devil like entered the room. You hastily wrapped the blanket around yourself.

"Who are you?" You tried to sound brave. Thankfully, he ignored the slight quiver in your voice.

"Sariel. Your mayor hired me to handle the little werewolf problem."

That explained the number of knives you just noticed he had hidden under his long black coat. But then…

"Why am I here?"

He gave a grin. " I found the werewolf."

He looked deeply into your eyes, waiting until the implications of his words sunk in. And when they did, you found yourself hyperventilating again.

"You're crazy…I'm not…that's impossible…"

He held up a hand for your silence. 

"I believe you believe that. Werewolves don't remember their time under the influence." He sat down in the one chair outside your cage. "Y/N, I like to consider myself a pretty good judge of character. Now, I could just kill you, but I think there is something else we can do."

"What?" You asked breathlessly. Whatever it was, you'd do it.

He leaned in as though he were telling a secret.

"I can teach you how to control it. I can train you."

"But, that's impossible, everyone knows…"

"Everyone has not had the experiences I've had." He said assuredly. "So, what do you say, will you make a deal with the devil?"

How could you refuse…

[missameliep]

OTP Asks for Troy and Malia ❤

3) Most common argument 7) What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other? 17) Who says I love you first? 20) What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Thank you! :)

Hi, dear! Thanks for the ask. ☺️

3) Most common argument

The most common and frequent arguments between Malia and Troy revolve around Malia wanting Troy to exercise and practice combat skills - all things that displeased him entirely since they lived at the Tower, if not for the opportunity of meeting Malia during trainings he wouldn't even be there at all. After losing her sister Brynn, Malia gets overprotective with people she cares about - Troy mostly but she also worries about May and their friends - and that can be overwhelming, especially for Troy, since there's a whole world worth exploring and he wants to try new things. It is hard for her to express in words that worry and that she needs to be sure he won't hurt himself or get killed. She is so scared of losing him that it physically hurts sometimes.

In spite of arguing, however, they never stay mad long at each other. And Troy has a very "special" way to convince Malia to forgive him when he makes her mad with his shenanigans.

7) What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other? In the space of a few years, when they were teens, both realized they had more than the usual siblings' attachment and love for each other; but living after the world ended and in such a disturbing environment like the Tower was, where having a strong friendship like theirs was a privilege, neither wanted to risk it or bringing upon themselves Brynn's rage, since she was the elder sister and the one always looking after her younger sister and "adoptive" brother.

Malia realized the nature of her feelings first, by the time she was eleven, she felt a pang in her stomach whenever she knew Troy was spending quality time with older teenagers in kissing games around the Tower and since she wasn't in fact ill, like a few trips to the infirmary proved, she was probably smitten - which was much much worse in her point of view and a total bummer, since she had no interest in boys, dating and had no idea what falling in love actually meant in a world like that, where people constantly died and nothing lasts forever... So, to Malia, what actually changed was the way she dealt with her feelings for him and boys in general. She fought the feelings, which was a tough battle, specially the older she got and the more attractive Troy became, but with some effort, she managed to keep it cool and not let him know about the flutter in her stomach and the way her heart raced every time he moved too close... She stopped sharing a bed with him, for instance, and draw invisible lines to keep her personal space as far away from his as humanly possible, since she was sure there was no way they could ever be more than what they were. Being vocal about her feelings was never easy, so avoiding romantic subjects around him and hiding her attraction for other guys over the years was not that hard. Until she was eighteen, Troy believed she had never even kissed or felt attraction for anybody.

It took Troy a bit longer to be sure of what he actually felt for Malia. Like her, he had no idea what love and dating and all those Old-World concepts actually meant. He cared for her like the sister he wished and prayed for in many lonely nights at the Tower, but later, the hormones made him acutely aware that Malia did bring much more to the game than just being someone he could play tag, jest with, and challenge him in the most stupid and dangerous ways... she made his heart accelerate and his palms sweat even when they were not running around or practicing combat... and he wanted to kiss her so badly it ached! What changed? Troy became afraid of her realizing he liked her in a different way and hating the idea and hating him and shutting him out completely. How could he lose Malia and Brynn? That was too much. So he hid his feelings behind too many jokes, bad pickup lines that made her cackle in the way that he adored, and kept himself busy with other "prospects" too many a nights.

Losing their home, losing Brynn, would be a game-changing moment for both of them. Facing their mortality so crudely made it impossible to keep bottling up their feelings for longer.

17) Who says I love you first?

They never said they loved each other in a sibling/platonic way a not even as a joke/teasing over the years they knew each other. Saying "I love you" was a foreign concept... Malia never knew love outside her relationship with her sister - who rarely used the world herself -, she has no recollection of being loved by her fathers or anybody else, and the word love was so many times used in stratagems and deceiving ways by people who wanted to take advantage from you, keep you obedient or make you work harder, that sometimes she thought falling in love was an impossible thing in a world like theirs. Troy on the other hand, believed love was real, but not something he was worth of. He believed being in love a couple of times while coming down from his ecstasy and having a lover's arms wrapped around himself; but that feeling didn't quite stick afterwards. He appreciated kindness and good company, but he expected love to be accompanied by all those great gestures the elderly at the Tower sometimes talked about and overwhelming feelings that make you do crazy things... Curiously, being in love with Malia was nothing like that, not loud as fireworks, but soothing as lying on the grass and stargazing, like something that grew inside of him like those ivy's that cover some abandoned buildings until there was so much green and unexpected beauty inside and it was surprising in a way, but at the same time, it felt like, "hey, it's you. of course it's you. you made a home here." When they talked about their feelings many months after escaping the Tower, it became clear that Troy articulated the words inside of his mind first, however, the first time the words were said out loud in a non-platonic way with all the implications it carries was by an hesitant Malia, when she thought Troy had fell asleep and was not listening to her. But he heard, and he said it right back to her, and she punched him because he made her cry like a child.

20) What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Even those who didn't knew them from back at the Tower thought they took their sweet time to come forward and do something about that. It was clear to those who observed them just a little more closely and knew what love looked like, like Shannon and Eli, that they were in love with capital L even before Malia or Troy were ready to admit that to themselves. The new friends and people at the colony think they are a perfect match and make each other better, which is something precious and to be treasured for as long as possible.

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Again, thank you so much for the ask and for allowing me to babble about this OTP of mine 😍

[heytheredeann]

Rewind

Tags: Crossover, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Established Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo, They are mostly background though; the point is Dean and Illya being friends, Reunions, Childhood Friends            

Summary: He opens his mouth slightly, his eyes trailing down to the man’s wrist, and sure enough there’s an old watch there, then back up to his face, and there’s a scar there, right above his eye— “Illya?” Or the "Dean and Illya are childhood friends who reunite in adulthood" crossover I was obviously going to write at some point.

Notes: Here it is, at long last! @therogueheart I did write it eventually LOL. I don't even know if there's much of an audience for this beyond the two of us but it had to be done. I stole some of the dialogue from therogueheart, you can see the post here. And the whole tag where we talk about this AU here. Setting wise, this happens in the Supernatural world and timeline, so as far as TMFU goes it's a modern AU (though I would keep the events of the movie roughly the same, or as similar as they can get without the Cold War), whereas for Supernatural I'd say it's a post-s11 AU, in which there are no British Men of Letters, so Sam wasn't kidnapped, and Mary wasn't brought back to life. Basically Dean talked Amara down, had her make peace with God and then went home. Just ignore everything that happens in the following seasons LOL. Also, Destiel and Napollya are established because that's easier for me, considering they are Not The Point. ...well, enjoy LOL.

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Dean props his elbow up against the counter, evaluating that the lone bartender is quickly moving from one client to another, hardly having the time to spare a glance around as she pours drink after and drink, so he’s probably going to have wait a few minutes before he can give her his own order.

It's actually fine: it will at least give him a bit of time to come up with a plan of action to drag Sam and Cas into having some fun. Which, he might add, they totally earned: they will be sticking around for a few days, just in case, but the monsters should be dead and gone, job’s done, time for the reward.

Sam would probably at least want to relax, if it weren’t for his near-obsessive need to know everything: it is not often that they encounter new monsters, at this point, but this time around Dean can agree that those were not their usual vampires. For one, their fangs were all wrong. They also had a knack for very ritualistic killings, and dead man’s blood didn’t seem to do much to slow them down.

But, well, beheading worked just fine, and those were pretty much the only big differences, so as far as Dean is concerned they are still vampires. He’d say they are fancy vampires at most.

Sam, of course, disagrees: he seems to have decided that he is not going to rest until he has found out what exactly those things were, which means that he currently has one hundred tabs open on his laptop and he’s trying to cross-reference them with every bit of knowledge in Cas’ brain, since he doesn’t have their library handy right now. He’ll probably bury himself in it once they get home.

Dean huffs, annoyed, his eyes moving back to the bartender – way to the other end of the counter – and then sliding to two men playing pool: he might attempt a game, maybe win some money too, just for the fun of it.

That is also when he happens to catch sight of the man standing next to him, holding a near-empty glass in his hand and staring at a bunch of drunks dancing.

Dean swallows, taking a good long look at the man’s profile as a thought that sounds a hell of a lot like well, damn runs through his head and kinda stays there. Because, well. Damn.

The more he looks at him, though, the more he can feel something nagging him in the back of his mind, like there’s something familiar about the guy, clearly enough that he knows but still can’t quite place how or from where he might know him, or if he just looks like someone else he knows—he tries to run through a mental list of familiar blonds, quickly coming up short.

Unfortunately, he forgets that you aren’t really supposed to stare, and it doesn’t take long for the man to feel observed. When their eyes meet, the guy just takes a moment to register that he was being watched before he glares at him, with frankly way more emphasis than it would have been necessary.

Dean rolls his eyes, turning towards the counter and very pointedly not scooting away, because really, it’s not like he was relentlessly hitting on him, there was no need to just incinerate him like that.

Not even a minute passes, and he just can’t help himself, glancing back towards the man and still trying to place him, curiosity buzzing under his skin as he still can’t seem to find any possible context for where they—

The guy turns back, catches him staring and glares once again, this time turning towards him as well. He’s still holding his drink though, so at least he is not about to punch him. Most likely.

“What do you want?” he growls, in a thick Russian accent.

[More on Ao3]

[myhumanweakness]

Same energy 👀 same sentiment 👀

[wedreamedlove]

Hello! What couple in light and night has the best chemistry in your opinion? And which couple is your favorite? Sorry for my English, and thanks in advance!

not sure if you also sent in this earlier ask, but since they're about the same thing i'll just put them together.

i mentioned in a past post that it feels like light and night has multiple genre universes under the umbrella of its main universe (the one we players play) and i still stand by this opinion. it means that every male lead feels like the “otp” when we’re in their “universe” and so all couples have strong chemistry and it just depends on what you personally like.

Sariel = xianxia

Evan = gothic romance

Osborn = wuxia

Jesse = greek tragedy

Charlie = modern drama

SARIEL. this pair can be summed up as the immortal nonhuman + mortal human couple. there are even xianxia tropes here like past lives (still waiting to be confirmed but there’s too many hints), sealed or wiped memories, punishments for defying fate and crossing the interspecies line. these two really give off the feeling of star-crossed soulmates.

EVAN. not only is he a vampire, but also a byronic hero. think of the atmosphere from charlotte bronte, emily bronte, and jane austen but then crank up the gothic romance vibes to something like crimson peak. there is not enough space here—and i’m not eloquent enough—to talk about what vampires represent in classic literature (sexual taboo, transgressions, etc) but just know that light and night writers are well aware of the savagery, inhumanity, and hedonism behind classic vampires and lean into that hard. this is peak monstrous vampire + human couple.

OSBORN. he was a punk, she did ballet. what more can i say? sorry, sorry, but he really attracts good girls who have a rebellious streak. the way this works in a wuxia universe is to think of him as a wandering swordsman who has his own moral code that protects the weak and innocent, not necessarily upholding justice because he kills people but overall doing good. the heroine is the sheltered princess or noble who longs for freedom and adventure and joins this wanderer. meanwhile, the swordsman learns to love and be loved by the innocent girl and has a home that tethers him to the world. they can be summed up as the rogue and noble or, as Osborn would say, it’s the big bad dragon who kidnaps the sword-wielding princess.

JESSE. they’re childhood friend to lovers so there’s no way they don’t have chemistry. what i really like about them (because i normally don’t like this trope) is that they roughhouse more than other childhood friend pairings i’ve seen. they do so much playful ribbing to each other; makes me feel like they’re a college couple. his genre universe comes into play here—and, admittedly the example sounds bad—by forcing a path onto Jesse because of his very nature and the heroine can do nothing but maintain her love for him and pray for his safety, like penelope in odysseus.

CHARLIE. pick any dog blood drama currently playing right now and this is their chemistry, haha, except they’re really steadfast and supportive of each other. but i mean we have evil relatives and conspiracies surrounding them and Charlie is under crushing parental expectations. these two have really sweet soulmate vibes and a fairy tale atmosphere like cinderella and rapunzel, with both of them being princes and princesses for each other.

as for myself, i thought my bias was obvious here but my favorite couple is Osborn and his heroine. i share a lot of her reactions to him so i’m just constantly being flustered and teased by this man. i also really, really admire his untamable and unbreakable spirit. my friends joke all the time about me having a thing for "freedom” men (it’s all in the yearning) but i also adore men who crave to love and be loved and Osborn covers both of these so well.

It turned out that the desire for freedom was just because there were no attachments. — [SSR The 400 Blows]

O: I think it’s precisely because there’s nostalgia and attachments that a long journey becomes a trip. O: Otherwise it can only be called “wandering”. — [SSR Within Reach]

[dangermousie]

This novel is by far the wildest, darkest in OTP dynamics non-danmei web novel I have ever read, and if more of them were like that, perhaps I wouldn’t stick primarily to danmei.

We are now in the future/present - whatever you want to call the time 500 years after previous events.

And oh my God, Tantai Jin - he loves her so much and he longs for her so much and yet he is still a feral death machine whose only leash is desire that when he resurrects her (he doesn’t know she’s a time traveler) she doesn’t still think him a monster - that is why he doesn’t kill his sect member when he gets in the way for example (how he squares his goals with the fact that he wants Susu’s body for Susu’s soul (he doesn’t know they are the same thing, he thinks Susu’s body has the right cultivation to be host for Susu’s soul once he gets it back) is a separate topic but he’s not fully sane, is he? I do love that even before he finds out the truth, he knows he’s somehow uncomfortable by this because his soul recognizes her before his mind does.)

And we find out how he “died” - which is that the man who was more terrified of dying than anything and willing to do anything to stay alive, actually walked into a dark stinking river of ghosts and let tens of thousands of ghosts devour him alive even though he could have fought them off because he kept searching for Susu’s lost (as far as he knew) soul.

LIKE. I CAN’T!!!! And he survived, for a value of survived - every day his body reknits itself from pieces in a horrifically painful fashion.

But the thing I love is he’s still amoral and still a mess and still doesn’t see inherent value or point of other people and would set the world on fire if he thought he needed to, except now his goal is Susu and not safety or world domination and so he wants to be good for her. And that Susu was moved before but now she is not, not just because she is under the mistaken impression he’s doing it for Ye Bingshang (nope) but because for her all the pain is fresh and it’s honestly not clear who is more damaged by their past - the one who just had it happen or the one who had to dwell in it for 500 years (I honestly love that it wasn’t her being a saintly victim or an abuser or him being a poor sweetheart mistreated by a heartless woman. They both hurt each other horribly, horrifically. And both were both victims and perpetrators. For example, there is no surprise that Tantai Jin lost it when the woman he gave up everything for literally stabbed him through the heart and then mistreated her in retaliation. But it’s also no surprise Susu hated him for it and so on so forth.)

I love the scene where he finds out that the woman he’s been trying to kill to get her body to call the soul back IS Susu, and he unhesitatingly jumps into a monster pit with her, shielding her with his own body even as he’s punctured like a pincushion and he just keeps carrying her through the monster realm on his back, even as he keeps giving up more and more of his own blood to keep the monsters away.

Also, the find that Susu (real Susu, not when she inhabited Xiwu’s body) looks like the goddess Tantai Jin worshipped as a child and put his blood on and believed was real!

Also, I love this bit so much:

Tantai Jin hugged Su Su tightly and whispered, "Ye Xiwu, I hate you so much."

Five hundred years.

She would never know how long it was. The very first hundred years, he prayed to the immortal gods that as long as she appeared, he would be doubly good to her.

Later, still sinking in the never-ending river of ghostly cries, he began to beg the evil spirits for mercy, willing to do anything as long as she would come back.

But a person destined to be a natural disaster, the evil spirits and ghosts still do not pity him, let alone God?

The love threads that arose tormented him day and night.

In the end, he only thought that if he saw her again one day, then they would die together.

The bones are intertwined, the flesh and blood are fused, and he no longer has to go through such a time, even if he dies with her, and the soul flies away together, it is another kind of life and death.

She better never appear in his life again, and pray not to be resurrected by him.

[madamewriterofwrongs]

Hey! I've never written a prompt before, so I don't really know what I should be suggesting, but could you do your otp having a really heartbreaking moment where they realize The Dealbreaker and they have to decide if it really is one? or if you're feeling something a bit more lighthearted, could you have one have to carry the other home (injured, drunk, or other reason) that's just kinda cute fluff?

So first I just want to say that I really appreciate this prompt. I did a call out back in November asking for writing prompts because a colleague had passed away and I needed a distraction. I got a few prompts form mutuals which is always lovely to see but I want to say thank you for reaching out even though we might not be blogs that interact all the time. You saw someone in need and you just offered to help in some small way. So yeah, I really appreciate it.

Also, of course, I feel I should apologize because you sent me this prompt in November and it is now the end of June but I'm just glad I found some time and inspiration to fill this prompt.

This is also a little angstier than I think I initially intended but I promise there is a hopeful ending because I don’t do sad endings.

Enjoy!

More Than Strong Enough to Take You With Me

9-1-1/Buddie 

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Some distant memory of crowded bars with sticky floors and exchanging sob stories for loud songs struck Eddie with the realization that he never expected to be in a place like this ever again. He thought his days of coming to pick up his drunken friends at whatever dive they’d found themselves in had ended the night he left El Paso. In fact, he recalls making a vow that he wouldn’t surround himself with people who drank their sorrows and caused a scene. Like so many things in his life, Evan Buckley was the exception to the rule.

“Eddie!” He spotted the man near the end of the bar, tossing one hand in what might have been a wave at some point. “You made it.”

Even through his annoyance, he couldn’t help but smile fondly at his friend’s excitement. “Hey, Buck.”

The woman behind the bar, however – a broad shouldered woman with curly hair and the patience of a broken alarm clock – was less enthused by Eddie’s entrance.

“Hey! You were supposed to call an Uber, not invite your buddy for another round.”

The former medic raised his hand in an attempt to sooth the situation. “I am his Uber. Has he closed out?”

“Yeah.” The woman waved her rag at him dismissively. “Take your boyfriend and get out of here.”

Eddie kept his face neutral, hoping – praying – Buck hadn’t heard her comment, but the gods of bad ideas were pressing heavily on the other man’s shoulders.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” He spat, even as he allowed Eddie to manhandle him to a standing position. Buck was steady enough on his feet that he could shuffle to the door but with his entire weight pressed against Eddie, it felt more like dragging a sack of potatoes across a tacky floor.

It was already just after midnight but if the journey from the door to the truck were any indication, tonight would be long. Every step had the consistency of wet sand, dragging Eddie’s companion further down and with it, his heart and patience. No matter his sympathy, no matter his fondness or loyalty for the man at his side: Buck was heavy. He was also moments away from passing out and the fact that he hadn’t said a word since they’d left the bar was more than a little concerning. He knew Buck had the capacity for long silence (for contemplation, depression, punishment, and so on) but there were a lot of things left unsaid between them. Eddie knew better than to bring them up while he was reaching over his friend to secure the seatbelt he was incapable of tightening himself. Buck should have been biting his ear off with all the things on his mind and yet, he remained silent.

He was quiet as the engine roared to life, as they drove through the streets of Los Angeles – the radio tuned to an audibly low country station and the streetlights illuminating the cabin like the mid-day sun. When they pulled up to an open spot across the street from Buck’s apartment complex, Eddie glanced over at his friend and barely withheld his sigh. Buck’s head was hung low, fairly floating above his chest as though he might fall into it at any moment. His eyes were half-open, slowly blinking. The rising of his chest was steady but faster than his medic-minded musings would like.

If he was being honest, he was surprised that Buck had called him. There was never any doubt that he would come to his friend’s aid – and Buck had to know that – and while he was relieved to know the trust between them was still intact, he found himself nonetheless surprised. After years of therapy and reassurances, he still needed to be reminded that sometimes, one argument (a hundred arguments) wouldn’t be enough to break a bond.

His first priority, however, was not to forgive or to ask for forgiveness. It was to make sure Buck was safe. However, that would involve exiting the vehicle and manhandling his friend into his apartment while enduring a silent treatment that could rival his son’s. It was worse now, as they stood in the elevator and Buck clung to the fabric at his back, when there was no more ambiance from the outside world to mask the thoughts in his head. Climbing up the stairs to the loft bedroom was no easier, hefting the man against his shoulder as they took each step together. Still: Buck said nothing.

Like the good friend he reassured himself he was, Eddie sat him on the edge of the bed, bracing his shoulders to carefully hold him upright before diving down to untie his shoes. Buck let himself be guided back onto the bed, shuffling when requested but moving no further. The frown that had been drawn on his face during the journey home had deepened into a scowl and Eddie struggled to hide his own developing grimace. His hands worked clinically to keep from shaking as he removed his friend’s pants but kept his socks on – because Buck likes to sleep with them on, his mind supplied information he hadn’t known he’d retained after all their years together. And still: Buck said nothing.

Eddie carefully pulled the duvet cover up to his waist, tucking the corners around his chest out of fatherly habit and resisted the urge to kiss his forehead for the same reason.

“Why am I not enough?” Buck’s voice was harsh and quiet from spending so long in silence but Eddie heard him nonetheless.

It was a question he sensed was coming and yet it cracked his heart as easily as though it were the first shot to begin the battle. Despite the wound, he knelt beside the bed to reach his friend’s eyelevel.

“Buck, you are more than enough, I promise.”

The firefighter slowly turned his head and the sorrow in his eyes shattered Eddie’s heart completely.

“Nothing I do is enough for anyone to stay – I’m not enough for anyone to stay.”

He clenched his fist to keep from reaching out and brushing a hand over his friend’s face. He looked so much like the scared and hopeful boy he’d heard about from Buck’s retelling of his childhood. The kid who just wanted someone to reassure him that he was loved and wanted now that his big sister was gone. He looked so young. But Buck wasn’t that kid anymore. He was grownup, now, and he was loved by so many and so much. Eddie knew all too well the demons that were making their false accusations in his friend’s head.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Buck. Because it’s not true.”

The firefighter shook his head, hair falling across his eyes as he burrowed deeper into his pillow. “Maddie left, and Abby left, and Ali, and Taylor, and now…” his voice fell away with a crack but Eddie knew who he meant. It was the reason he was in this position in the first place – for the most part, at least. Maybe Buck would remember his sadness in the daylight and maybe he would purge it with the morning tide, but right now, all Eddie knew was that his friend was hurting.

“Maddie came back, remember? She didn’t mean to leave and she came back. Your girlfriends, they left, but that’s a reflection on them not you.” Leaning against his elbows on the edge of the bed was as close as Eddie would let himself come. Any closer, and he might give in to the temptation that would only make their situation worse. “They don’t know what they’re missing.”

“I wasn’t enough for you.”

Knowing the words were coming and feeling each syllable pierce his well-crafted armor, were two very different sensations. In one, he could pretend that logic and reason were constant companions and that his answer could soothe their hearts. In this, his fingernails dug into the bedsheet, willing himself to remain stoic in the face of heartbreak.

“Of course, you’re enough for me.”

“Then why did you push me away when I tried to kiss you?”

It was a question his heart had been asking him for months. It punished his lack of answer by replaying that night over and over again. Sitting on the couch, drinking water because tomorrow would be a long day and neither could afford a hangover. At times, they sat in silence, at times Eddie spoke of nothing and everything in an effort to keep them both distracted. At times, he simply listened as Buck spoke of things that tore him apart. And then he’d leaned forward. And then Eddie had placed a gentle hand on his chest. And then Buck had gone to bed.

“Buck, your dad had just died, we were getting ready for his funeral.” The look of embarrassment and hurt on his partner’s face had been etched into his ribcage, the wounding stinging with every heartbeat. Despite his own heart’s protests, Eddie didn’t regret his actions, merely regretted the outcome. Days of uncomfortable silence, wayward eyes, and half-smiles were endurable so long as Buck knew the truth – which, apparently, he didn’t.

“When we do this, it won’t be because one of us is emotionally vulnerable, or hurting, or drunk. It will be because we’re on the same page about what we want and we’re both ready.”

For a moment, there was more silence as Buck processed Eddie’s words for what they were. It was a privilege to look into this man’s eyes and see the flicker of hope reignite in the midst of so much darkness.

“When?”

Eddie exhaled with a small smile, glad for the knowledge that Buck, through his drunk and exhausted mind, had truly heard him. In a moment of weakness, he surrendered to the urge to swipe his finger through a wayward strand of blond hair.

“Yeah, when.”

As though he’d spoken some magic spell over the man, Eddie watched Buck’s eyes as they fluttered and closed. His breath slowly steadied and evened out, and his heart seemed to settle. Still, Eddie stayed leaning against the edge of the bed, a fond smile growing on his face. He’d meant what he said – whether Buck remembered or acknowledged any of this in the morning remained to be seen, but he meant it nonetheless. What he felt for Buck, what he wanted for a relationship with him, scared the crap out of him and yet, the anticipation that bubbled in his chest was one of excitement rather than terror.

When.

It could be that Buck would wake up tomorrow and decide they were both ready to move forward together (though that was highly unlikely given the amount of alcohol he’d consumed). It could be they would never be on the same page and would continue to dance around one another for another twenty years as partners (he also doubted he would have to wait that long). He would wait, though. If Buck was it for him, then he’d wait fifty years. The smile on the other man’s face as he drifted off told him he felt the same.

However, some time in the next fifty years, Buck would awaken with a massive hangover and more than a little embarrassment about his actions. His partner’s comfort and safety was, as always, at the forefront of his thoughts. So, he quietly jogged downstairs and pulled a bottle of water from the fridge, and searched the upstairs bathroom for the bottle of ibuprofen he knew was always stashed in the cupboard, and laid both on the bedside table.

For just a moment, Eddie indulged in watching Buck sleep, content to listen to the sounds of the world dampened by the noise of his friend’s snores. He remembered a time when Christopher had complained about Buck’s snoring from the couch and Buck had insisted that he hadn’t been that bad. He couldn’t wait to inform them of his own opinion and crown a victor in the eternal debate.

“Eddie?” He should have expected that the peace of the moment would be enough to pull Buck from his slumber. One thing he’d learned from a very early time in their friendship: Buck could find Eddie in a crowded room. How could he not sense him when he was so close?

“Yeah, Buck?”  

“Thanks for taking care of me.”

As the man finally settled into slumber, Eddie smiled fondly and whispered: “Always.”

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the team rwby girls for the ask meme :)

alright settle in kids,,,,,,, let's do this one

Ruby:

favorite thing about them

just,,,,,, how good she is,,,,, the way they've managed to portray her growing up super well while also keeping that distinct innocence and childhood optimism about her is what makes ruby such a wonderful protag i think, and i really really love how, at the end of the day, she is just good, you know?

least favorite thing about them

this is moreso a plot/writing thing, but i don't always LOVE how she just has plans ready and is always the one to figure things out,,,,,, i understand plot armour and protag themes and whatnot, but i wish that they'd make the route to a plan a LITTLE more complex at times and i think a lot of that rests on ruby specifically

favorite line

"you were, and then you trained us"

GOD when she said this line????? i screamed it's SO good

brOTP

give me more nora and ruby interactions crwby i'm begging

OTP

nuts n dolts 😭 my beloved

nOTP

aside from the obvious ones? maybe wh*terose??? i don't HATE it, i just don't really get it u know?

random headcanon

enby ruby,,,,,,, also maybe she builds lego too

unpopular opinion

i don't listen to anyone ever so i don't know what's unpopular but uhhhhhh,,,,,, i guess i'm not crazy about people desperately searching for a pairing for her??? as much as i love nnd, i'd much rather ruby have ruby stay single through the show because i just feel like it makes more sense re: her character

also some of the pairings ppl think up are SO bad

song i associate with them

over the line - state champs,,,,,,, i cannot explain it, it just IS

favorite picture of them

her fucking SMUG face when she fell off the bridge i love it

Weiss:

favorite thing about them

man just like,,,,,,, so much,,,,,,, her dedication to PEOPLE in particular is so beautiful. she grew up with not a lot of love expressed freely and so the way she treats the people in her life now that she's grown and found safety is so endearing because she handles everyone with such care

least favorite thing about them

the fact that they haven't given her a dramatic anime protag haircut yet

favorite line

"i don't know loneliness like you do, i have my own version"

had to stop and absorb that one the first time i heard it,,,,,,, oof

brOTP

freezerburn babeyyyyyyyyyyyyy

OTP

schneekos,,,,, i pray to my schneekos shrine every night and am currently planning a fic about them

nOTP

🐝🐝❄️

random headcanon

trans weiss is my big one,,,,,, also she loves baking but is a horrible cook

unpopular opinion

hate it when she sings,,,,,,, this is moreso because i just can't handle characters/actors singing without cringing violently,,,,,,, leave me alone

song i associate with them

VOID - lil nas x,,,,,,, v much introspective weiss, lonely weiss, v4 weiss etc.

bonus: where i wanna be - A R I Z O N A is a weiss to pyrrha schneekos song

favorite picture of them

it's just a really beautifully animated scene

also when u realize that's pyrrha spear it gets way sadder ok bye

Blake:

favorite thing about them

might honestly die trying to answer this because, as much as i don't talk about her indvidually, she's SUCH an excellent character,,,,,,, i think her dedication to her friends and her ability to read emotions is really wonderful and always so refreshing

least favorite thing about them

no kiss yang yet >:(

jk maybe how type b she's become? i'd like to see her take some more leadership roles in the upcoming seasons rather than just kinda going with the flow, because she's a good leader and that should be a plot device that's utilized more

favorite line

"but that's just it... they're only a part of you. don't forget about the rest"

i just love it so much

brOTP

ladybug,,,,,, i LOVE ladybug

OTP

don't have one 😔 wish i did tho :(

nOTP

🐝🐝❄️

random headcanon

blake is an online shopper and has to be controlled by the team because she spends too much on the daily

unpopular opinion

maybe that i don't think she truly recognized and acknowledged her feelings for yang FULLY until like,,,,,,,, v6? i think she was in denial before then

song i associate with them

it's gonna be okay, baby - MUNA,,,,,,, just listen to it and agree with me thanks

favorite picture of them

bestie that's GAY

Yang:

favorite thing about them

GOD,,,,,, i latched onto her so quickly so this is hard but uhhhhh, i love that she effortlessly switches between team mom and team child depending on what role she needs to play at the time,,,,, i think that flexibility makes her the biggest team player in the show (which is all about teams so that's saying something)

least favorite thing about them

how her passion is sometimes seen as straight up brashness or naivety,,,,, i think she's not always the best communicator so it can seem like she's not thinking at times even though she's very methodical

favorite line

"if there's a chance of reward money, i say we go for it"

not my FAVOURITE favourite, but i love that she was willing to sell weiss at the drop of a hat

brOTP

either freezerburn or her and coco

OTP

again,,,,,, wish i had one 😞

nOTP

her and any man,,,,,,, also what i listed above

random headcanon

summer used to do her hair for her which is why she's so sensitive about people touching it now

unpopular opinion

she's not,,,,,, stupid lol and i feel like a lot of the fandom loves to pretend she is

song i associate with them

have you seen my son - benjamin booker

idk man, just trust me on this

favorite picture of them

we peaked right here in this moment

send me a character!