#out of all the bond level plushes I have

[bogleech]

Everyone I can think of who ever headed a children's cartoon hoped on some level it'd have a cool toy line in stores and in almost all cases the networks said no unless it was an older IP like turtles or star wars. The crews for almost every CN original, Nick toon or Disney animated series had their own dream ideas for dolls and action figures and plushes but none of that ever happened because the industry is convinced it just doesn't work with new IP.

But meanwhile, little indie *video games* have toys selling out at major retail chains.

And it's kind of shocking to realize it might be because indie video games are somehow now more visible to kids than "television shows." Kids can't bond anymore over cartoon series as easily, unless they all have the same streaming services. But they can all go on YouTube and see a guy pretending to get scared of huggly wuggly. They don't even have to play the games to be fans. Gaming has accidentally figured out the formula the cartoon industry never did. Imagine how much money they'd make if all their shows were always just totally free for kids to watch on YouTube.

[pellucid-constellations]

If It All Fell (5)

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: If it all fell apart—if you forgot who you were—would you love him again? Would the bond guide you back? Azriel doesn't know if that uncertainty is one he can bear.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Angst, PINING, references to nonconsensual situations (very brief, nothing graphic, and not Az)

a/n: Hope this clears some stuff up ;) More to come and especially more Az to come. Thank you forever for reading and sharing your thoughts! This is getting me through the semester <3

Part 1 ♡ Part 2 ☆ Part 3 ✶ Part 4☼ Part 6 ♡

Series Masterlist

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Azriel walked you to your room. 

He knew exactly where to go, which corners to turn and which to pass, which was very convenient as you still found yourself struggling with the task. The House of Wind, as everyone so lovingly called it, was practically a maze for someone with no memory of its twists and turns. But Azriel had absolutely no trouble getting you to your room. 

Once you got to your room, however, he appeared to have many troubles. 

“You can come in,” you prompted, looking over your shoulder to find the shadowsinger with his shoes at the threshold. “I promise I just cleaned it. Or, at least I’m pretty sure I cleaned it. It’s hard to know where to put things when I only just started…” 

Your voice trailed off. Upon further inspection of the man standing just outside your door, you found that he didn’t simply look hesitant to enter. He had his hands pressed to the doorframe, his head slightly leaned into the room, and his eyes were slowly trailing along your belongings. The expression on his face read as forlorn, but his body read as tense. 

He had been here before, obviously. Of course this would be hard for him. You probably had everything in the wrong place and he had just told you about the difficult time he was having—how close the two of you had been before you lost everything. 

“Um,” you began, pressing your lips together tightly when his gaze flickered to you. “Maybe you could… or would you mind maybe telling me where my bags are? If you know. Mor gave me a surface-level tour, but she didn’t seem to know everything.” 

Azriel looked down to the ground beneath your feet. He blinked back up to meet your eyes. “Of course,” he replied, with so much practiced restraint in his tone you weren’t sure how he gritted out the words. 

When he stepped in the room, it felt as if something shifted. He walked between tables and furniture and he fit like a puzzle, his wings never brushing anything, his eyes never casting down to analyze his body in the space. He looked like he belonged—he looked like he completed the space. 

Something finally felt right. 

Nothing felt right… but this did. 

Azriel pushed open the closet doors, rifling through a cabinet you had only glanced at before. After a few silent moments, he walked out with bags in hand. His shadows hadn’t followed him. They drifted towards the bed instead, burrowing into the blankets and pillows until the plush surface became dark. 

Azriel zeroed in on them as he placed the bags by your feet, staring off at his shadows as you brought your attention back to him. This close, you were able to catch his scent—the cedar and night-kissed air you’d recognized many times in recent days. But it had been so faint before, like he had been gone for weeks and the scent still lingered, or he had been in the room but only for a brief time. Nothing like now, with his chest only inches from your face. 

“They seem to like my bed,” you laughed, just a small, breathy sound. An attempt to diffuse some of the untouched tension in the room. 

The side of Azriel’s mouth curled up. You watched it rise, silently relishing in the heat of his body as it radiated into the space between you. “I can see that.” 

He wasn’t a man of very many words—that’s something Mor had thankfully shared with you—but you wanted to fight against that. You wanted to hear the soft, low rumble of his voice. You wanted his laugh to spark in the air, to feel his words against your skin as you had just a few moments earlier. Azriel told you he didn’t hate you, that he was close to you, and suddenly the space between you felt impossible. 

You just wanted to hear his voice. 

“Have I changed things much?” you asked, heart thudding when he brought his gaze down to you. “I don’t know how much time you used to spend in here… or currently spend in here, I suppose—it’s only been a few days—but I’ve moved a few things. If you could tell.” 

Azriel took in a long breath. “Actually, you—” he shook his head with an expression you could only decipher as baffled “—you put everything back. Cassian and Feyre, they moved a few things around when you were being brought home. Things that might have… well, we just didn’t want you to be overwhelmed.” 

Overwhelmed. 

“We should have known that was a ridiculous idea. You’re too brilliant, even without the context.” 

Warmth flooded you; one compliment from Azriel and it was as if nothing mattered. You didn’t need your memories, you only needed this.

Azriel’s cheeks colored as if he felt the rush of emotions himself, his eyes bright. 

No, that wasn’t right—you needed your memories. You needed to remember each and every time he had looked like this. 

“Probably didn’t help that there were a bunch of empty spaces everywhere. If you leave nails on the wall it becomes quite obvious that something belongs there,” you quipped, a small smirk playing at your features. 

Azriel laughed. Not a full laugh, but one that you had no idea you were missing before. “I will be sure to pass on the message.” 

“Good. Cassian has many messages coming from me, it seems. Conflicting ones as well.” 

“Right, of course. I will convey to him that you missed his presence earlier, but also that he is awful at hiding things from an amnesiac.” 

“Perfect, thank you, Azriel.” 

He gazed upon you, eyes flickering to every corner of your face. 

They rested on your lips and then your eyes, trailing up until his hand followed to move the strand of hair that had wisped across your forehead. He brushed it away with delicate fingers, not a touch of hesitancy in them. Like it was natural for him, normal. 

And maybe it was. 

“I don’t know what to pack,” you whispered, trying to keep some of the lightness in the room. “Can you help? I haven’t a clue where most of my things are and you appear to be much more knowledgeable.” 

Azriel drew his hand back, his eyes closing for a few long moments. 

You wished you could delve into his mind the way Rhysand could—that you could understand some of the pain written in the tight clench of his eyelids. 

“Of course I’ll help you.” 

It began with him gathering things from the connected washroom. He entered the tiled room and opened drawers without fault or mistake, collecting perfumes you had been gravitating towards and zipping up products you hadn’t even found yet. He packed your brushes and jewelry as if he’d done this all before, as if your request for help wasn’t really a request, but an expectation. 

“Have we traveled together before?” you found yourself asking as you followed behind the shadowsinger, a bag hanging from his arm. 

Azriel smiled, turning to you with a glint in his eye. “A few times.” 

You were very close friends, then. 

Azriel led you back to the closet where he pulled a few articles of clothing from the hangers, holding each out for you to approve before he neatly folded them. You denied nothing, rather surprised by his taste and sense for whatever the weather was like in Day. 

He moved further into the closet, half of which was sparsely filled. Maybe you filtered out your clothes with the seasons. 

Or maybe something was missing. 

Azriel paused.

You watched his scarred fingers brush over the purple dress you had worn on the first day you spoke to him after waking up. He rubbed the material against the pad of his thumb once, and then twice, before closing the closet doors and taking an abrupt step back. You stepped with him. 

The shadowsinger said nothing.

“All done?” you asked. “Anything else I would need at Day?” 

His shoulders rose and fell. Some of his shadows returned to make revolutions around his body.

“Azriel?” 

“I—I’m sorry. Give me a moment.”

The shadowsinger stalked over to the bed, went to sit, but then seemed to think against it and began pacing instead. You tucked your fingers into your palm as you watched him, trying to hide the discomfort you felt as his clear unease. 

Had you done something wrong? 

Maybe you were being too familiar. This friendship between you was new and comfortable and exciting, but that was for you. 

For Azriel, there was a gap, an immense amount of pain and missing connection. 

He didn’t hate you, and that was… wonderful news, but this was also uncharted territory. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have asked for his help—shouldn’t have invited him in. 

“Azriel, I—” 

“I need to explain this to you,” Azriel began, running a hand through disheveled locks. “I need you to understand why this is so hard. I don’t want you to assume this is your fault or that this is anything other than what it is.”

You nodded, but he didn’t look up to see your confirmation. 

Azriel sighed and his wings flared slightly, returning back to his body in a quivering motion. 

“I am terrified, y/n.” 

This time, Azriel did look up to catch your gaze. 

“I am terrified because this has happened before. It’s like I’m reliving it. Like you’re reliving it but you just don’t remember.” 

Your fists unfurled as your brows met a point. “No one’s told me—“ 

“I know,” he breathed out, defeat the most prominent emotion on his beautiful face. “Last time this happened, the more we told you about the past—about certain aspects of your life—the more it hurt you, y/n. You’d… you’d scream until your lungs gave out every time we tried to share something new. It was like that for weeks.” 

The Illyrian forfeited his internal battle with the bed, dropping down into a seat on the foot of it. Unsure of your place within your own room, you simply followed him, standing in front of his bent knees, eyes prompting him to continue. 

He watched you as you moved. 

“Has anyone told you what you do for this court? Your job?” 

You shook your head. 

Azriel continued. “You work as an emissary between courts and continents, but that’s more of a cover—a more comprehensible title for those outside of our circle. It’s hard to explain, but that power Rhys mentioned? It’s—it’s as if you have this intuition. For everything. You look at things, at people, and you just… know them. You look past lies and you pick up on things that are seemingly impossible to catch.” 

Your head shook as Azriel fumbled over each of his words, confusion swirling in your gut. “That doesn't make any sense. Mor said that Rhys found me working at some boatyard by the Sidra. She said I used to help build vessels—there’s no way I have a power like that.” 

“You do,” Azriel affirmed. “Rhys only went to find you because he heard of a girl building boats from memory. You took one look at him and knew what he wanted. Rhys said he barely had to offer you the job.” 

It was a struggle not to grind your teeth together in frustration. 

You used to know everything. 

And now you knew nothing. 

Your head began to hurt, or maybe you were just noticing that it had never stopped hurting.

“You said—” you started, tone heavy with vexation. Your eyes couldn’t find a solid place to land “—you said this has happened before. What does that have to do with these powers?” 

Sensing the rise in your mood, Azriel seemed to even his own out. A balance between the two of you. You became agitated, he became calm. But you could tell he was struggling.

“Around 270 years ago, after you’d been working for the court for a few decades, Rhys sent you to Day. It was routine. You were going to gather information for a High Lord’s summit meant to take place there, but really, Rhys wanted you to scope out the area. To get insight on any plans, any secret dealings. You were meant to be gone for a few days at the most.” 

Azriel’s fists clenched atop his knees. His face remained impassive.

“You were gone for six months. Gone. No one could reach you, Helion had assumed you went home already. It was right after you and I… became friends, so I was worried for you. More than the others, but no one was without worry. We found you eventually, but you—”

Something choked. Azriel choked. His head hung down and you replayed the last few of his words in your mind—the way they tightened and then tapered off. 

This was too much. 

Conveying comfort in the only way you knew how—in the way this family tended to love—you stepped between Azriel’s legs and brought a hand to his cheek, raising his face until his glassy eyes came into view. 

“You don’t have to talk about this,” you whispered. “If it’s too hard, we can stop.” 

Azriel’s jaw quivered. His next words seemed to tumble from his mouth without warning. 

“Fuck, I miss you.” 

It was simple instinct that led to your reply. “I’m right here.” 

Something stirred within you, tugging lightly. Your heart, you deduced, beating so fast it was playing tricks on you. The shadowsinger in your hands twisted slightly, just barely so that the corner of his mouth touched your palm. Your heart tugged again.

“You didn’t remember anything, like now,” Azriel revealed, speaking just as you were about to pull away. You stopped yourself, feeling as if your touch was an encouragement to speak. “It was worse though, you were in so much pain. Any time you tried to remember anything, or even just tried to learn, it was like you were being pierced through the skull. You—you screamed so much.

“But it didn’t take us very long to figure it out. My spies in Day found the culprit and it was easy to capture him. He was weak. Strong powers, but weak in every other sense of the word. It was another Daemati—like Rhys. He became infatuated with you during your time in Day. He knocked you out, found a way to use your powers against you, to make them hurt.” 

Azriel shuddered. His mouth got closer to your hand like he was leaning into it. 

“It took a few weeks to get him to fix it. But those months, y/n—the time you were gone. You don’t remember them. I can only imagine what you went through. And when we brought you home you hurt so badly. So that's why… why us going back there is hard. Because this is all so similar and if it’s happening again I can’t…” 

“Azriel,” you softly called, sure that this was the most amount of speaking the shadowsinger had done in a while. Sure that he needed a break. A respite. “It’s not the same, is it? You know that. My head hurts, but not like that. I don’t struggle to be reminded of the past. I learn new things. There is no evil villain waiting to take me away.” 

“Y/n—” 

“It’s not the same. I might not have access to these all-encompassing powers you speak of, but I can tell you that much. I’m sorry for what you went through before—that you had to watch a member of your family go through that then and then now… but it’s different. It’s different and I’ll be okay.” 

His pond water eyes stared back at you as you attempted a reassuring smile. You felt his knees press against your thighs where you stood between them, and the pressure spurred you on. You ran your thumb along the high point of his cheek, relishing in the flutter of his lashes, gravitating towards him to relish in that closeness as well. This moment felt like yours, and something was telling you it was yours. That no one else could have this with him. 

But you didn’t have your powers, your fae abilities, so maybe that feeling was nothing but hope.

Your thudding heart lulled you into a long breath. 

“Maybe, if it would put you at ease, you could stay with me while we’re in Day? At my side, I mean. You could whisper everyone’s names into my ear so I don’t look like a fool and make sure I don’t get lost—” 

“Yes,” Azriel replied, sure and resolute with no traces of the impending tears that had made his hazel eyes a pretty pool just moments before. “I won’t leave your side once. I promise.” 

His devotion made you pause, surprise evident in the rapid blinking of your eyes. You wanted to protest, to tell him he didn’t need to promise something so taxing, but determination had set in his brow, and Azriel—your friend—wanted this. Needed this. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Thank you, Azriel. For telling me all of this even though it was hard. For being here for me even though I know that’s hard, too. You’re a wonderful friend. I can’t wait to continue to find that out. I promise to be just as wonderful.” 

“You are already the most wonderful thing in my life.” 

Part 6 ♡

[misspygmypie]

Meet & Greet... and more? Pt. 12

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader Words: 2092 Click here for Part 11

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Noah had always looked up to Lando. From the day they met at that Formula 1 Meet & Greet Noah had latched onto Lando with a love that only grew stronger as time passed. And when Lando married Y/N their bond deepened even more. 

One afternoon, after a fun day out and about, Y/N called Noah into the living room. Lando was already there, sitting on the couch with a mysterious envelope in his hands. Noah, curious, climbed onto the couch between them.

“Hey, buddy,” Lando started, his voice warm and a bit nervous. “We’ve got something special to talk to you about.”

Noah’s eyes widened as he looked from Lando to Y/N, who smiled encouragingly. “What is it?” he asked.

Lando handed the envelope to Noah, who took it carefully, sensing that whatever was inside was important. “Why don’t you open it and find out?” Lando suggested.

Noah opened the envelope and pulled out a set of papers. He recognized some of the words, like his name, but didn’t understand what they meant. He looked up at Lando, who smiled gently.

“Those are adoption papers, Noah,” Y/N explained, placing a hand on her son’s back. “It means that Lando wants to officially be your father, not just in our hearts but in every way possible.”

Noah’s eyes filled with tears as he looked up at Lando. “Really?”

Lando nodded, his own emotions threatening to spill over. “Yes, Noah. I’ve wanted this from the moment I met you and now, if you’re okay with it, we can make it official.”

Without hesitation, Noah threw his arms around Lando, hugging him tightly. “Yes, please!”

Not long later, the day finally arrived for them to go to court and make everything official. Y/N dressed Noah in a little suit that matched Lando’s and she couldn’t help but smile at how much they looked alike. Maebry was in a cute dress smiling, as if she knew something special was happening.

When they arrived at the courthouse Lando took Noah’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Ready for this, buddy?” he asked with a smile.

Noah nodded, his eyes shining with anticipation. 

Inside the courtroom, the atmosphere was calm and supportive. The judge, a kind-looking woman, smiled warmly as the family took their seats. After a few formalities and questions towards all three of them it was all done.

There was a collective sigh of relief and happiness as the judge signed the final documents. Noah beamed up at Lando, who knelt down to be at eye level with him.

“It’s official, buddy. I love you so much,” Lando said, his voice thick with emotion.

Noah wrapped his arms around Lando’s neck, hugging him as tightly as he could. When they left the courthouse, the sun shining brightly, Lando scooped Noah up and carried him on his shoulders. Noah giggled, his laughter echoing through the courtyard.

Y/N walked beside them, carrying Maebry, her heart full as she watched her boys together. They had made it official - their family was complete in every way that mattered. Almost…

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The next morning the small family set off on a little adventure. Lando had first met the adorable puppy a few months earlier during a McLaren video shoot. The little furball had stolen his heart instantly and he had made a promise to the shelter to bring the puppy home once their family was ready.

Now, with Noah happily settled into their new Monaco home and Maebry just two months old, it was time to make good on that promise. Noah was practically beaming on their way to the shelter, clutching his plush puppy toy and chattering about all the fun they’d have with their new pet.

“Lando, do you think the puppy will like me?” Noah suddenly asked, eyes wide with anticipation.

Lando smiled, giving the boy a warm nod through the rearview mirror. “I’m sure he’ll love you. You’ve got a lot of love to give.”

When they arrived at the shelter, Lando himself could barely contain his excitement, remembering just how adorable the puppy was and how he instantly fell in love. The staff led them to a cozy little area where they would meet the little dog. As soon as the door opened the white and brown puppy bounded towards them, tail wagging furiously, clearly recognizing Lando.

Noah knelt down eagerly alongside Lando and the puppy rushed to both of them, licking their faces and making them burst into delighted laughter. “He remembers you, Lando,” Noah exclaimed, hugging the puppy tightly.

Lando, sitting beside Noah and the playful puppy, looked at Y/N with a proud smile. “I’m so glad we could finally bring him home,” he said, his voice filled with the sound of pure happiness.

Y/N, with Maebry cradled in one arm, watched the heartwarming scene. “He’s perfect,” Y/N said, her heart swelling with love as she looked at the happy faces around her.

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It was on a Tuesday late afternoon in Monaco several weeks later. The city below bustled with life but up on the balcony of their apartment, everything felt calm. The balcony was one of Lando’s favorite places, offering a perfect view of the ocean and a sense of peace that was hard to find in the busy world of Formula 1.

Y/N had just finished feeding Maebry, who now slept peacefully in a bassinet beside Lando. Noah was busy playing with his toy cars, his small hands guiding them across the tiles as he created an imaginary racetrack. He was fully absorbed in his game, his little face scrunched up in concentration as he narrated the race between his favorite driver - Lando - and a fierce imaginary rival.

“And Lando Norris takes the lead,” Noah exclaimed, his voice rising with excitement. “He’s the fastest driver ever! No one can beat him!”

Lando, laying nearby on a lounge chair, watched with a smile. There was something magical about these quiet moments at home, away from the noise and chaos of race weekends. Here, on the balcony, with the sea stretching out before them and the sun warming their faces, everything felt right.

Noah’s love for racing had been clear from the moment Lando met him at the Meet & Greet. It was in the way he watched every Grand Prix with wide eyes, in the way he mimicked the sounds of engines as he played with his toy cars and in the way he looked up to Lando with a mix of awe and adoration. Lando had made it a point to nurture that passion, spending hours with Noah, teaching him about cars and sharing stories from his own racing career.

But it wasn’t just the racing that bonded them. It was the little things - the bedtime stories at night, the spontaneous games of hide-and-seek, the way Noah would reach for Lando’s hand without thinking whenever they were out together. Over time, Lando had come to love Noah as his own and he knew that the bond they shared was as deep as any biological connection.

As Noah continued his imaginary race, Lando leaned back in his chair, letting the sounds of the boy’s play wash over him. The rhythmic sounds of the ocean below, combined with Noah’s joyful commentary, created a peaceful soundtrack that made Lando’s heart grow bigger. 

Inside, Y/N finished tidying up, her eyes drifting back to the balcony every few moments, checking on the peaceful scene outside. Maebry’s arrival had brought a new kind of joy to their lives, a joy that was both exhilarating and exhausting. Yet, watching Lando with both Noah and Maebry filled Y/N with a huge feeling of happiness. They were a family now, complete in every way.

Y/N stepped out onto the balcony, joining Lando and Noah. She sat down on the chair beside her husband, her hand grabbing his as she leaned in to watch Noah’s game. 

After a few more laps around the imaginary track, Noah suddenly stood up, holding his toy car in the air in triumph. “And Lando Norris wins again,” he declared, his face beaming with pride. “He’s the best driver in the whole wide world!”

Lando chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “You really think so, buddy?”

Noah nodded enthusiastically and then, with a burst of energy, ran over to Lando, climbing onto his lap. He nestled against Lando’s chest, holding the toy car close as he sighed in contentment.

Lando wrapped his arms around Noah, his heart full as he held the boy close. He had never imagined that his life would turn out like this, finding not only the love of his life in Y/N but also the joy of being a father figure to Noah. And now, with Maebry in their lives, that joy had only grown.

Noah’s small body was warm and solid against his and the sound of the ocean below was a soothing backdrop to their quiet moment. 

Just then, Noah lifted his head and looked up at Lando with wide, innocent eyes. Without any hesitation, he said, “I love you, Daddy.”

The words took Lando by surprise, stopping him in his tracks. It was a simple statement, yet it carried a weight that left Lando momentarily speechless. 

For a few seconds Lando just stared at Noah, his heart swelling and starting to beat faster. He could feel tears prickling at the corners of his eyes but he blinked them away, not wanting to lose this moment. Noah’s expression was so pure, so full of love and trust, that it made Lando’s breath catch in his throat.

Lando tightened his hold on Noah, his voice thick as he finally was able to speak again. “I love you too, Noah,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. “So, so much.”

Noah smiled, satisfied with the response and snuggled back against Lando’s chest, closing his eyes as the warmth of the afternoon sun and the gentle rocking of Lando’s arms began to lull him to sleep.

Y/N leaned over, resting her head on Lando’s shoulder. “You’re amazing, you know that?” she whispered, her voice full of pride.

Lando shook his head slightly, still reeling from the unexpected emotion of the moment. “I didn’t expect that,” he admitted softly, his eyes fixed on Noah’s peaceful face. “But hearing him call me ‘Dad’... it’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes shining with love. “He’s always seen you as his dad,” she said, her voice filled with certainty. “It just took him a little while to say it.”

“I’ll do everything I can to be the best dad for both of them,” he promised, his voice firm with resolve.

“I know you will,” Y/N replied, squeezing his hand.

They sat there for a while, the four of them huddled together on the balcony as the afternoon slowly turned into evening, the little puppy snuggled up to Y/N’s feet. 

When it got darker Lando carefully stood up, still cradling the sleeping Noah in his arms. Y/N followed, gently lifting Maebry from her bassinet. They moved quietly through the hallways, trying not to disturb the peaceful slumber of their children. When they reached Noah’s room Y/N pulled back the covers on his bed and Lando gently laid him down, tucking him in with all the care, how he had done it countless times before.

Noah stirred slightly but didn’t wake, his little hand clutching the blanket as he settled deeper into sleep. They moved on to Maebry’s room where Y/N carefully placed their daughter in her crib, watching as her tiny chest rose and fell with each breath.

Finally, Y/N reached out and took Lando’s hand, pulling him gently toward the door. “Come on,” she whispered. “Let’s let them rest.”

They returned to the balcony and sat together, wrapped in each other’s arms, the warmth of the day lingering in the air around them. Lando closed his eyes, his mind replaying the sound of Noah’s voice, those simple words that had changed everything.

“I love you, Daddy.”

It was a moment Lando knew he would carry with him forever, a reminder of the bond they had formed and the family they had become. This was his life now - full of love, full of joy and full of the kind of moments that made everything else worth it. He had found his place, his purpose and it was right here with Y/N, Noah and Maebry.

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AN: This was the last part and OMG I can't put in words how thankful I am for all of your comments and love shown for this story 🥹😭❤️

It started as a simple request from @remmysthings and turned into this and I couldn't be happier 🥹

The story might be done but I am open for requests - even for oneshots with Lando/Noah 🫶

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[weasleyreidstyles]

Serendipity; snippets of navigating fifth year with Fred Weasley

series masterlist

based on a request from ages ago. its a little choppy, but bare with me, ive just suffered the worst bout of writer's block ever😓 (i'm actually so sad that i've neglected serendipity so much but im back and i have so many wips to share with you all!!!!)

pairing(s): fred weasley x fem!reader, brief theodore nott x fem!reader (platonic)

Hogwarts doesn't feel the same anymore. The usual air of magic had been snuffed out with each imposing rule that was nailed to the Entrance Hall walls. There is no more laughter in the corridors, no more soft chatter from the figures inside the magical portraits; instead the repetitive notes of Professor Umbridge's sugary sweet tone rattle over deafening speakers.

All boys and girls must remain eight inches apart from eachother.

There will be no house fraternising during meal times.

Talk of any unauthorised groups will be met with adequate punishment.

Curfew must be met by every member of the student body.

That last one still haunts you in your peaceful moments.

It's the reason you sit on one of the uncomfortable plush seats in Professor Umbridge's office, a cursed black quill clenched in your harsh grip as you write out those very words, the familiar cursive of your own handwriting etching painfully into the skin of your non-dominant hand. She was smirking at you under the guise of sipping lengthily from her pink teacup, watching as the tears steadily building in your eyes finally spilled down over your cheeks, which were flushed red from the pain.

How had you found yourself in this predicament exactly?

You were made a prefect at the start of the year, alongside Hermione and Ron, which you'd found out when you got your letter detailing which books you would need for your fifth year. You remember the pride written across your parents' faces and how elated you had been to be given such a prestigious role, one that many Ravenclaw students in your year wanted just as badly as you. It was a revered spot after all. Everyone was elated for you, but none more so than the oldest Weasley twin.

"Are you going to give us unlimited leeway with pranks now that you hold such a position of authority, gorgeous?" Fred's husky voice joked in a whisper as the two of you sat at the dining table during the small party that Molly and your mother had set up in celebration for the three of you.

"Are you asking me to take advantage of my new position, Weasley?" You ask, a small smirk making its way on your face as you fight the blush threatening to paint your cheeks at his sudden closeness.

All summer, he had been flirting with you. At first you put it down to his lack of contact to the outside world and you laughed at his well-timed jokes and played into his flirtations with rebutting jokes of your own.

But then one night, when you flirted back daringly, he kissed you. He actually kissed you. It wasn't your first kiss. No, that went to Harry in a random game of truth or dare back in second year (something you both agreed was wrong on so many levels; it was never discussed by any of you again). But this kiss with Fred felt incredible and it cemented a closer bond with the older twin, whose brilliantly blue eyes sparkled with something more whenever he stared at you after that moment.

He'd rewarded your achievement later that same evening, after the party, behind the closed door of your temporary bedroom, leaving you smiling and giddy for the rest of summer. It's what prompted Ginny and Hermione's loose bet as to how long it would take for the pair of you to get together officially.

Your elation lasted until the very moment you stepped into the Prefects' Carriage and found out who you'd be partnered up with for the year.

Theodore Nott. Notorious for his aloof attitude as well as his surprising intellect that rivalled Hermione's. He was part of Riddle's group, one of the most popular groups in school, possibly trumping even the Golden Trio. But because he was part of Riddle's crew you had learned to hate him just a little – his teasing remarks towards your friends, especially Ron, always sent you into a spiral of brewing animosity.

So when Alicia Spinnet, who had been given the prestigious role of Head Girl, announced that she was pairing you with him, you cast her a look of utter betrayal, which she vehemently ignored.

You did not speak to Nott for the entire time you were meant to familiarise yourselves with eachother, and he made no effort either; grey eyes misted over as if he wasn't even part of the present conversation altogether. Gods how you despised him.

~∞~

Upon returning to your original compartment, following slowly behind Ron and Hermione, Fred had immediately seen your crestfallen look.

"What's up, gorgeous?" he asked from his seat by the window, ignoring Ron's faux gagging at the nickname. He'd also moved further into the corner to allow you the space to sit down.

You thanked him with a quiet smile before sitting down with a sigh.

"Alicia paired me with Nott for prefect rounds. How unfortunate is that?" You mumble, resting your head dejectedly against his burly shoulder.

"You're joking?!" He says with wide eyes. "What the hell was she thinking?"

"I assume it was because Davies paired Parkinson with your counterpart, so you got paired with Nott as a consequence." Hermione said from the opposite seat. "The Ravenclaws and Slytherins in sixth and seventh year were paired together as well."

Yes that was an overarching trend that had seemed to stick over the years.

"Maybe it won't be too bad." Ginny says and you all turn to her in synchronised disbelief. "What? I've never seen Nott speak. Maybe that'll be a good thing. A mute partner is better than a snarky one."

"Just the thought of being in his presence makes me uncomfortable. Mute or not." You say quietly, so only Fred can hear.

"If he does or says anything to you, let me know yeah?" He replied with equal secrecy and you nod your head imperceptibly in response.

He lets you use his shoulder as a makeshift pillow when you find your eyes closing drowsily, brushing the loose hair that falls into your face and ignoring George's knowing glances.

~∞~

The very first round of Prefect duties was utterly boring and painfully long. You and Nott had patrolled the Astronomy corridor with lacklustre precision, both eager to get away from eachother's presence.

It was like this for a while, a few months to be exact, until you both became accustomed to the silence, to the point where it was actually bareable. No longer were rounds a labourous activity; you and Nott began to partake in small talk, to the most minute extent – in no way did this make you aquainted and in the daylight, you returned to steely looks and barely contained snarls of discontent, which was mirrored by your friends, and his. You barely noticed the extra attention that Voldemort's son seemed to be giving you as your friendship with Theo progressed at a steadily growing pace.

At your budding friendship with the Slytherin Prefect, Fred began showing up at the end of your rounds to whisk you away, never sparing Theo a glance. The two of you would wander the desolate corridors, hands interlocked as you spoke quietly and unhurriedly. You noticed that Fred, always grinning and never unnecessarily angry, would grow agitated in Theo's presence and you never understood why.

Until one night, when Fred was loitering at the end of your last corridor to patrol, Theo had said something that made you burst into pearls of laughter; his face had lit up with a delighted smirk at the sound.

Fred's face was stoic and so unnaturally like his usual cadence that it took you completely by surprise.

"Of course you're waiting here, Weasley." Theo had mumbled, mostly to himself, but Fred had bristled from where he was leaning against the wall.

"You have a problem with that, Nott?" He had snarled and you'd looked at him with widened eyes at the edge in his voice.

Eager to defuse the tension, you took Fred's hand and gave Theo a look that read 'stop being an arsehole', before leading the ginger boy away.

Theo had gone back to his best friend to report that Mattheo's suspicions were indeed correct: you had been learning Legillimancy and had unknowingly spoken to Theo without so much as moving your lips.

And Fred had no idea.

~∞~

This routine continued for you and Fred, leaving you at the butt end of George and Lee's teasing. You came to expect him to be waiting at the end of your rounds, where you would part ways with Theo before spending at least an hour in Fred's presence.

On some occasions when it was far too cold to continue wandering the hallways at night, he would tell you to go straight to the Gryffindor common room, where there would be a fire in the hearth and plenty of blankets to snuggle into.

On such occasions, Theo offered to walk you there, despite him not wanting to be anywhere near the lions' den. It was during these times where your friendship with him became cemented as pure and real. Your friends were surprised when you actively sought eachother out during lessons.

Fred hated your budding friendship, but he said nothing about it; it wasn't his place to undermine your friendships.

But it became hard to hold his tongue when Professor Umbridge unveiled her new Inquisitorial Squad, which Theo and his friends had joined in quick succession.

The Inquisitorial Squad was a massive hindrance for Dumbledore's Army. The lot of you had to be more vigilant with your timings for the meet ups in the Room of Requirement, lest you get caught out by these glorified prefects. The Inquisitorial Squad is how you ended up in her office in the first place.

You had been patrolling with Theo, who was complaining about how frustrating having magicless lessons was becoming in the lead up to ypur OWL exams (you'd felt guilty about the DA not including any Slytherins all year, and this further cemented that feeling), when Adrian Pucey and Professor Umbridge came waltzing around the corner.

"Good evening Master Nott." the Professor says warmly, before her gaze sweeps over to you and her beady eyes catch onto the flashy Prefect badge pinned proudly tp your chest.

"Miss Meadow, why are you out past curfew?" She asks with faux concern, mouth twisting with a sadistic smirk.

"Uh-" You look at Theo, who looks just as startled as you. "We're just about to finish our rounds, Professor."

Umbridge lets out a heinous giggle that grates on your nerve.

"Oh my dear, didn't you see the newest decree?" She asks, her face alight with victory when you shake your head. "I have no need for Prefects anymore. I disproved them as a group."

"Wha- Why?" you ask, disbelief painted across your face. Pucey smirks as he looks from you to Theo.

"The Inquisitorial Squad has overtaken that job, Meadow." He spits your name like its dirt on the bottom of his shoe. You share a look of alarm with Theo.

I knew nothing of this Meadow, I promise you.

He looks sincere and you believe him, word for word.

"This sheer display of disobedience cannot go unpunished." Her harsh giggle is the only sound that fills the corridor.

She hands you a detention on a silver platter and you go into it blind. You didn't know that Harry had been trying to protect you, Ron and Hermione from the same fate as him.

~∞~

She dismissed you with a delighted giggle after an hour of writing the same line over and over again.

Curfew must be met by every member of the student body.

Your hand is throbbing from the pain, but all you feel is numb. You wander the hallways like a ghost, not bothering to pay mind to where you're walking, until you find yourself at the portrait of the Fat Lady leading to the Gryffindor common room.

"Password?!" Elizabeth says impatiently, as if she'd been repeating herself over and over.

"Gillyweed." You mumble and she finally takes in your appearance, completely forgetting to open the portrait hole.

"Oh my dear, are you alright?" She says, voice full of concern, and if she were able to, you're sure she'd reach a hand out and place it delicately onto your shoulder.

"'M fine, Elizabeth. Just need to sit down." You didn't realise how tired you were, but from the slurring of your words and the speed with which the portrait swings open, with no hesitation towards the blue and bronze tie donning your neck, you must be on the verge of collapsing.

Fred sees you first.

"Meadow? What are you doing here, gorgeous?" he asks, voice filled with concern.

"Don't know. But 'M really sleepy." You say and you grip at his arms with barely any strength, which he notes with wide, panicking eyes.

"Shit- okay, come on let's go upstairs."

He guides you slowly towards his dorm, ignoring his brothers and Hermione and Harry's looks of worry. He sees the blood dripping from your hand in the dim light of the room, which prompts him to usher you much faster.

He sits you on the marble of the ensuit bathroom, the cold of the tiles barely registers to you.

He's mumbling a series of healing charms against your hand, jaw clenching when the blood flow slows enough for him to see the culprit of your bloodlust.

"Did she do this to you?" He asks, his voice as low as a growl that has your thigh clenching at the tone.

"Technically," You start with a weak laugh, "I did this to myself. She told me what to write."

"It's not funny, gorgeous." He says with a frown that you manage to wipe away with a peck of your lips.

"It's fine, Freddie."

"No. It's not."

You can practically see the plans forming in his brain and the next day, a series of crazed birds are let loose in the Great Hall, all headed straight for the newly appointed Head Mistress, Fred's smirking face meeting her's with no hesitation.

His hand sports similar wounds to you by the end of the day and you patch him up in the same fashion that he did for you.

~∞~

You don't show up to your scheduled Prefect meetings for the rest of the year, and you avoid Theo in the corridors, much to your friends' delight.

His voice in your mind is the only point of contact that you have with your Italian friend, something you keep hidden from your friends, especially Fred.

You look sad, tesoro. He says from across the Great Hall, days after your first detention with Umbridge. You sit facing the Slytherin table beside Luna Lovegood, who looks between you, Fred and Theo imperceptibly.

I'm not sad. I'm bored.

Yes because I'm sure the Gryffindor table is just a delight to be seated at.

You scoff outwardly at his sarcasm.

"What're you scoffing about, gorgeous?" Fred's voice says from behind you. You sneak a look towards Theo, who seems to have engaged himself in a conversation with Riddle and Berkshire, not showing that he was just immersed in conversation with you mere seconds ago.

"Just thinking about all the ways I want to make Umbridge suffer." You say with an offhanded shrug. Luna giggles into the palm of her hand.

"I have plenty of ideas." He says with a smirk as he drags you from your seat and into the corridors beyond the Great Hall.

Professor Umbridge may have cast a cloud of sorrow over the magic of Hogwarts, but nothing could take away the fun you'd been having in the stolen moments with your best friend's brother.

Not even the fact that he was leaving prematurely. Certainly not after you convince yourself to share your growing feelings for him, to have that snuffed out by his secret declaration.

Your chance with him is taken from you as he and George sail away from Hogwarts with guffawing laughter at the sight of Umbridge's sour face. They're off to live their lifelong dream, taking your dreams with them.

The next time you see Fred is after you watch Sirius' body fall through the veil, mind and body too numb to process any and all of your feelings. You only reach out for Teddy in your mind, a comforting voice of reason for all you'd seen. Even the strangely beautiful sight of the thestrals, that were invisible only hours before, did not phase you.

You fell into Theo's comforting embrace the moment you were able to leave the Hospital Wing, Fred Weasley long forgotten at Ron's bedside.

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[powderpinkandsweeet]

Ellie x Reader - part of the series where Loser Ellie lives in your apartment complex. I’m a cat mom, and for the sake of plot you are too. (Some sfw some nsfw, Ellie creeping through your things, masturbation)

You’re going out of town to see family, and you need someone to take care of your cats. Ellie just so happened to have no (aka canceled) plans, so she was more than willing to help you out.

Ellie’s hands were clammy as she knocked on your apartment door. She had never been inside before or even had a glimpse. A shadow crossed the peephole and you opened the door with a smile. She almost missed your “hello” as her gaze flickered between your eyes and breasts. “Uh-huh, mhm… wha? Yeah, sorry hi, I’m here for the cats.”

Unphased, you invited her inside. The layout of your apartment was identical to Ellie’s but she thought you had taken to decorating it more seriously than she had. It was softly lit and overrun with pillows and blankets. The floor was a minefield of cat toys in all colors, shapes, and sizes. It felt like home to Ellie. You don’t know it yet, but Ellie was already thinking about where she could fit her own things among yours.

“You can go ahead and make yourself comfortable, I’ll find the kitties so you can meet them,” you announced before disappearing into your bedroom at the end of the hall. While she waited, Ellie perused the picture frames on the walls. Your smiling face was pictured alongside ones Ellie couldn’t recognize. She diligently examined the images, frowning at hands on shoulders and arms wrapped around your waist. Rather than committing them to memory, Ellie hurriedly pulled out her phone to take pictures of each image. She would crop out your precious face and figure out who the hell was in the pictures with you.

You interrupted her scrolling by returning with a well-fed tuxedo cat cradled in your arms. You beamed with pride as you introduced the cat to Ellie, “this is Rosie, she’s shy but a real sweetheart when she warms up to you. Ellie and Rosie eyed each other suspiciously. “She’s doing pretty good right now though, usually she hides under the bed when we have company… here, we should have her sniff you so she can get to know you.”

“Get to know me? By smelling me?”

“Yep!” you responded enthusiastically, “kitties navigate a lot by smell. Rosie can get anxious so she just needs to make sure you’re friendly.”

“Oh it’s okay, I get anxious too.” She didn’t expect you to laugh, but you found it charming how tentative and gentle Ellie was being as she bonded with Rosie. While holding her breath in nervousness, Ellie held out her palm and Rosie extended her neck to intently smell Ellie’s hand. Expecting a bite or a scratch, you were relieved as Rosie retracted and relaxed back into your arms.

“Good job, babygirl! I’m glad she’s playing nice with you, haha!” You scratched under Rosie’s chin as a reward and a look of bliss spread across the cat’s face. However silly it was, Ellie felt jealous of the chin scratches. You gently placed the purring cat into a plush bed and turned to face Ellie. “Let me go find Kiwi, she should be around here somewhere.”

You disappeared into the bedroom once more as you called for Kiwi. Ellie heard a small “mew” and your happy exclamation of the cat’s name before you emerged with a tabby cat in tow. “This little lady is Kiwi. She doesn’t so much like being held but she’s good at coming when called. She’s snuggly when she’s tired but can be real feisty at playtime, so be careful”

Ellie squatted down to Kiwi’s level before reaching out her hand for her to sniff like you had shown her. Puffs of air hit Ellie’s long fingers and rings as she “introduced herself” to the small tabby. She tentatively reached to pat Kiwi on the head but was parried by a paw and sharp claws. "Hey, not nice!" you admonished as you pulled back. "Sorry, she's just got to warm up to you."

"Yeah, it’s okay, no problem... um, so I have to feed them and everything?" she mumbled back to you.

-

You went about showing her every detail of your morning and night routine with your "babies." Ellie felt like she should have taken notes with how many steps you were explaining, dry food, wet food, vitamins in their wet food, water bowl, water fountain, outside time in the morning, treats if they're good, outside time if they’ve been good girls all day, like how would she remember all this?

You seemed to notice the furrow in her brows and relieved her as you said "It's a lot, I know. I can send you a text with all the instructions. Here, what's your number?"

Ellie froze. You wanted her number? Ellie secretly hoped that this was all a ploy. Maybe you just wanted to get her into your apartment, be alone together in a space where you had control and could do whatever you wanted with Ellie. Her voice wavered as she relayed her phone number to you. You typed it into your phone and continued to "click clack" your nails against the screen until Ellie's phone buzzed. "Hi Ellie! it's me lol." The text made her smile, but the winky face made her pause and overanalyze 'did she mean anything by that? Winks are flirty, right?'

You wish her a casual goodbye, briefly touching her fingers as you pass her a spare key with a Hello Kitty keychain. The door shuts behind you with a soft click, and Ellie is left alone in your apartment completely unsupervised.

She leans her back against the door, and lets out a long, heavy sigh. Ellie can see the door to your bedroom at the end of the hallway. It's open only slightly, enough for the cats to get in and out of it for bed. Surely since it's open you wouldn't mind her taking a peek? The cats went in and out anyways and she was supposed to look after them. The hinges creak as she nudges the door open. It's better than what she had ever dreamed of. Your bed is piled high with pillows, blankets, and stuffed toys. She couldn't help it, and Ellie jumped head first onto the bed. Nose pressed against your pillow, she took in a deep inhale. She had never been able to smell you like this, indirectly of course. She attempted to keep a respectful distance when you were around so as to not creep her out, but in this moment she was anything but respectful of your boundaries.

She continued to investigate by going through your drawers, rifling through old t-shirts and sweatpants before she found what she had been looking for. With shaking hands, Ellie clutched a g-string in front of her. How often do you wear this thing? Who had you worn it for?

Your en-suite bathroom was where Ellie found buried treasure, your panties in the laundry hamper. Ellie started to dig through it before her impatience got the best of her and she just dumped it on the floor. Clutching all the panties she could find in her hands, Ellie felt analysis paralysis at which one(s) to take with her. If she took them all, surely you would notice. She decided to stuff just one pair in her pants' pocket, a pair of baby blue panties with a little bow right at the top. She would like to think that she's seen them before when she's walked up the apartment stairs behind you. Souvenir tucked safely away, Ellie continued to explore.

After flipping through all the clothes in your closet, Ellie turned her attention to your bedside drawer. The drawer stuck a little when she attempted to open it the first time, but with a tough "yank" Ellie was able to pull it open, and break the lock from the wood. Her eyes widened and her mouth ran dry. You wouldn't notice, right? Maybe if she put it back or fixed it you wouldn't notice. Maybe she could blame the cat? More important though at this moment in time, was the drawer's contents. "Jackpot," Ellie thought as she pulled a Hitachi wand from the drawer. Holding its weight in her hand, she flicked on the switch and was taken aback by the strength of the vibrations.

She had heard the rumbling of the vibrations through the floor some nights. This is what had made you come time and time again, ignorant of Ellie fucking herself to the sound. Ellie had come with your name on her lips, hoping that you couldn't hear her even though she could hear you loud and clear through the poorly insulated walls. She continued to dig through the drawer, taking note of the sizes and variety of toys you had.

After rifling through the rest of your bedroom and bathroom, Ellie prepared for bed. Digging through your dresser, she pulled out one of your baggy t-shirts and a pair of clean panties. She slipped them on and admired herself in the bathroom mirror. She smiled and felt butterflies in her stomach as she took in how the shirt hung on her frame, imagining how it would look on you as well. It made her feel close to you and miss you just a bit less. Ellie made her way into your bedroom and under the sheets. She lived a two minute walk away, but Ellie wanted to make the most of what she had.The sheets and pillows were soft and smelled like you.. Ellie closed her eyes and imagined you were in bed with her, watching intently as she gripped the hem of your shirt and raised it above her breasts. Ellie licked her thumb and pointer finger before circling her thumb around her nipple. The teasing touch made her shiver, imagining you working her up before getting to the good part. She gave her nipple a hard pinch in contrast to her gentleness before. Ellie’s impatience was getting to her. Her gaze wandered to the bedside drawer she had just explored. She retrieved the Hitachi wand from the drawer and placed it beside herself on the bed. After much contemplation, Ellie clicked on the power button. It shook in her hand, surprisingly loudly when it wasn’t rumbling through the walls.

Ellie grazed the vibrating head against the tip of her nipple, flinching back and crying out an “AH” in response. ‘Okay that was weird but not in a bad way,’ Ellie thought to herself. Her other hand stroked down her stomach to palm her pussy dressed in your panties. The gusset was soaked, and Ellie smeared the slick across the fabric with a pleasured sigh. Wet cotton clung to her folds and her clit, which she circled through the fabric with two fingers. The friction felt different through the fabric, but Ellie refused to take your panties off. This was the closest she had ever felt to you, and she would make the most of the opportunity. Impatience and intense need filled Ellie as she roughly rubbed her clit.

Your Hitachi wand still rumbled where it sat beside Ellie on the sheets. Ellie’s shaking hands wrapped around the handle. After a few deep breaths, Ellie softly pressed the head of the wand against her pussy. As if she had touched a live wire, Ellie thrashed and nearly dropped the wand. “FUCK” she cried out, but did her best to hold it firm against her clit. It felt so fucking good, but the pleasure was more intense than anything she had ever felt. She clenched her jaw and threw back her head. She could hardly keep her eyes open, but she didn’t mind since all she could see when she closed them was your smiling face. In her wildest dreams you would be the one pressing the vibrations against her clit, pressing sweet kisses to her cheek and neck as you praised her. Ellie’s pussy tingled at the assault, on the verge of numbness from how overstimulated she felt. Between her tensed thighs, Ellie’s pussy gushed, soaking through the panties and down the crease of her ass to leave a stain on the sheets. Her clit burned uncomfortably as her pussy clenched around nothing. Ellie reached her limit and practically flung the Hitachi wand away from her swollen pussy. It continued to shake and rattle on the floor as she caught her breath with a dopey smile on her face. After a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up, Ellie fell asleep in your bed with your biggest plushy tucked in her arms and your name on her lips.

-

Ellie didn't think her last day cat-sitting would involve a trip to best-buy, but the opportunity couldn't go to waste. She wandered the aisles before coming to stand before a wall of security cameras. She didn't really have the money for it, but eating ramen noodles or rice and beans for the next month to still afford rent would be worth it. The sales representative eyed her suspiciously as she asked him questions about the most "subtle" or "invisible" cameras they had. She eventually settled on one that was compact and promised good video and audio quality. She excitedly took it home.

Searching for a spot to put the camera wasn't that difficult considering the various knick-knacks and books on your shelves. Ellie crawled under your desk to plug the camera in, then threaded it between two of your stuffed animals on the surface. It looked almost like a laptop charger, with a chunky box and a long thick cord to the wall. 'All else fails, maybe I can convince her that I forgot my laptop charger,' Ellie hoped. Hard work and a couple hundred bucks couldn’t go to waste.

Ellie whipped out her phone to open the camera's video feed. She could clearly see herself in the viewfinder, and adjusted the camera so your bed would be in frame. Her trap was set up, now she just had to wait.

A/N: there will be a part two to this for when you come back in town. Thank you for all the love on my writing so far ❤️

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

Truce

A/N: You, Nikolai, and Aleksander come to an agreement. I fixed it. I fixed canon.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, oral sex (m/f), face riding, threesome

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You're slumped in a threadbare chair while Aleksander paces and Nikolai lounges with his arm propped against the top of your seat.

"You cannot be serious." Alekesander bites out, dark eyes glinting with disbelief.

"Oh, please, so the only reason you've been coming to us each night is because you want to gloat? Threaten us perhaps? Nothing else?" You reply easily.

With Nikolai's newfound monster curling up around his insides, and the bond you share with Aleksander through the stag, the man in question has been able to visit either one of you at will.

"Threaten us with a good time, perhaps." Comes Nikolai's answer.

"Come on, Aleksander, a truce, for one night. It's not even real, you're the one who isn't even here." You reason, leaning forwards to pick up your tea and take a sip.

Aleksander is silent, a small frown pulling at his plush lips. But you know he's listening, you can see it on his face, in the tilt of his brows, the narrowing of his eyes, so black they seem to eat up the night outside.

"Tell me I'm wrong. That you don't visit us while we sleep, whisper in our dreams. That coming to see Nikolai while he's in the bath is just a coincidence. That you don't dream about me, too." You goad, lips curling into a smile.

You can see his frown beginning to melt as you point out how obvious he's been. You know he wants you, and on some deep, dark level, he's got a fascination with Nikolai as well. If you're honest, you're tired of this fight. Of losing innocent Grisha for the whims of powerful men. You want to go home, and you want to have Aleksander back on your side.

But right now, you want both of these men in your bed.

Aleksander's voice brings you out of your reverie.

"And if you are not wrong?"

"Then I would ask you to come here." You answer, setting down your tea as Nikolai's hands come to rest on your shoulders.

Aleksander begins to come forwards, and you stand to meet him. You take a step towards him, allowing Nikolai to move so he's at your side, shoulders touching.

When he's close enough that you feel the heat from his body, can trace the scars on his face with your eyes he pauses, seeking one last answer.

"A truce. Just for the night."

You nod, but Nikolai answers. "Just for the night."

Aleksander's lips are on yours and it's all you can do not to let your knees buckle. After weeks of hiding, sleepless nights and indescribable loss, you're here, mouths pressed together in a sloppy, rough kiss. You lunge into his arms, pressing the rest of you against him, too.

When you pull away, chest heaving for breath already, you turn to Nikolai. His cheeks are flushed, mouth red from biting his lips.

"Your turn." You say on a breath, stepping back to undo your uniform.

The two men turn to each other, regarding one another carefully for a moment before Nikolai takes the back of Aleksanser's head in one hand and leans in. When their lips touch the two groan quietly, and you press your thighs together at the sound. When your uniform has been shed and you're left only in your linen underclothes you turn back to them.

Aleksander's hands are on Nikolai's face, holding him in place. Nikolai has Aleksander's kefta in a death grip, pressing closer with each kiss. When you see Nikolai slip his tongue into Aleksander's mouth you moan out loud, lunging forwards to rejoin them.

You grip Nikolai's hair and pull him away, planting your mouth on his and slipping your tongue right in, unwilling to be parted from him. Aleksander takes the opportunity to wrap one arm around you, taking the fingers of his other hand to run through Nikolai's hair and over his neck, gently squeezing the nape.

When you've had your fill for a few seconds, you reach for Aleksander, pulling his face to yours and Nikolai's, slotting all three of your mouths together, sharing one kiss. Aleksander's tongue swipes against yours while Nikolai's slips into Aleksander's mouth. The three of you moan and pull at each other until Aleksander untangles you all.

"Bed. Now." He huffs.

You and Nikolai race to obey, Nikolai stopping to shed his boots and uniform jacket on the way. Aleksander reaches the bed first, shedding his boots and kefta on the chair next to it before removing his shirt.

His bare chest gives you pause, the blackened scars littering the skin like a map of the fold, cutting across the skin of Ravka. You feel a pang of guilt at the memory, wondering if any of this really had to happen the way it did. You wipe away any guilty thoughts when Nikolai joins you, shirtless, pants unbuttoned so the base of his hard cock is exposed.

Your mouth waters as you raise your head and catch Aleksander's eyes in the same place. You smile then, placing your hands on your hips and coking your head playfully.

"How do you want us, moi sovreigny?"

It’s Nikolai who answers as Aleksander’s eyes darken even further at your words.

“I want you on the bed, pants off. We’ll do the rest.”

You look over at Nikolai, his hazel eyes wild, blond curls already a mess. When he meets your gaze you read his plan on his face and your mouth begins to water at the thought. Without hesitation you strip the rest of the clothes from your body as Nikolai does the same, the two of you attempting to do it without removing your eyes from Aleksander’s own body as he reveals it to you.

In moments you’re bare to each other, the supple curve of your breasts, the thickness of both men’s cocks in clear view. Aleksander beckons you forwards, one hand moving to stroke himself.

When you and Nikolai reach him, Nikolai swats Aleksander’s hand away, replacing it with his own as Aleksander hisses at the contact. You start from Aleksander’s mouth, kissing him hard once more before moving over his neck, pale in the moonlight streaming in through the windows.

He groans at the attention, hips jerking up as Nikolai takes the tip of the other man’s cock into his mouth. You moan quietly, lavishing attention on any stretch of skin you can find, leaving little bites and kisses across it.

You move from his mouth to his jaw, down his neck and across his collar bones before laving over his nipples, giving each one a gentle bite as he gasps out in pleasure.

When you can’t take it anymore you slide all the way down, nudging Nikolai out of the way to slot yourself next to him, between Aleksander’s toned thighs. His cock sits hard and wet in front of you, and Nikolai wraps his fingers around the base of it, bringing the tip towards you. When you take it into your mouth you moan, tasting the salty hint of release on your tongue.

Nikolai pumps his hand in tandem with your mouth, until Aleksander is a writhing mess, one hand in Nikolai’s hair and the other fisted in Tue sheets beneath him. Nikolai moans at the harsh grip, grinding his hips down into the mattress.

“Oh, poor princeling can’t wait any longer can he?” Aleksander teases, the heaving of his chest giving away his desperation.

“Says you.” Is all Nikolai get out before Aleksander is pulling you off his cock.

“What did I do?” You whine.

“Come here.” Aleksander demands, pulling you until you’re seated over his mouth, his harsh breaths fanning over your heated core.

“Bring her your cock, prince.”

“I’m the king now, actually.”

“I don’t think that will matter in a second.”

You laugh at the two of them, leaning down to place a kiss on Nikolai’s length. You power swirls under your skin as Aleksander holds you, and you can feel the bond between you even now. You can feel the wanting.

You dip your head to suck Nikolai into your mouth as Aleksander licks at you. He buries his mouth in your pussy like he’s been starving for weeks, like he you’re the only thing that can save him. You moan and grind your hips down, coming up for air as he wastes no time slipping a finger into you.

You rock back onto it, already losing yourself to that sweet headspace only the two men beneath you can pull from you. The thought of being fucked tonight sends you deeper, until you’re lost to it.

You alternate, sucking one cock while stroking the other until you’re trembling, toes curling as the room fills with light, your first orgasm overtaking you as you ride it out on Aleksander’s tongue. When you’ve come down, he gently places you next to him on the bed, pulling Nikolai forward to kiss him, spreading the taste of you across Nikolai’s tongue.

Aleksander reaches down to wrap nimble fingers around Nikolai’s length, stroking gently as the other man whines. It’s a sweet, high sound he only releases when he’s close, and it makes you giggle, dumbstruck on the pleasure of it all.

When he pulls away, Aleksander turns to you.

“Who would you like?”

“Hm?” Is all your brain can muster.

Aleksander chuckles, Nikolai still in his arms.

“Looks like our summoner’s brain has leaked out of her cunt. Which one one of us would you like to fuck you first? You’ll take both of us tonight, little saint.”

You smile, opening your thighs as you close your eyes.

“Let’s see if I can figure out which one of you it is.”

Nikolai laughs and you giggle softly, biting your lip as you feel both men slide from the silken sheets. A moment later there are strong hands on your thighs, and your legs are pushed up towards your chest, exposing your glistening core to the air.

“Oh, Niko, you’ll have to try harder than that.” You taunt, opening your eyes.

“How’d you know?” He asks, pressing his forehead to your calf.

“You love this position.”

You both laugh as he slides in your slick heat, noises of amusement turning into groans of pleasure. He thrusts into you after a moment, fucking you deep and hard, the kind of all-consuming passion you’ve come to expect from the king.

While you’re being rocked into the mattress, Aleksander comes to sit beside your head, threading one hand into your hair and the other through your own fingers.

“You’ve done so well for us, milaya. It will be a pleasure to break you.”

It’s those words that send you over the edge again, gripping both men tightly as you arch your back and squeeze around Nikolai. His thrusts grow erratic for a moment before he’s following you over the edge, biting down on your calf as he releases inside of you.

You can feel the slick heat of his come as you tremble in pleasure, little whines escaping you.

Nikolai pants above you, taking the time to gently place your legs back onto the bed before placing a soft kiss upon your parted lips. He’s always gentle after, coaxing you into a bath or engulfing you in the soft heat of his arms.

Aleksander on the other hand would grip you like a vice, arms encircling you, reminding you there was no shelter better than him.

This thought of the Darkling brings you back to earth, eyes seeking the man in your mind. When you find him, he’s already at your cunt, swiping his fingers through Nikolai’s release spilling from you, taking some on his fingers to taste. The sight makes you clench around nothing, and you know Aleksander catches the movement when he smirks, popping one finger from between his lips, eyes glinting in the half-there light of the moon.

“On your front.” He says firmly, his hands joining Nikolai’s to turn you.

When you’re there, you raise your hips, pressing the front half of your body down into the bed, arching in anticipation.

He takes his time, knowing the waiting frustrates you, making you short with him. You know he’d love a chance to punish you, a hand across your ass, shadows held to your wrists like rope.

You don’t give him the satisfaction, eyes glued to Nikolai for balance, watching as he comes to sit in front of you, legs spread on either side of you. You pillow your head upon his thigh, breathing harshly as he pets you. Between the two most powerful men in Ravka, maybe the world, you feel sort of like a pet. And you don’t think you’d mind being at their mercy while they rule.

Your musings are interrupted when Aleksander finally pushes in, sliding all the way to the base easily. He’s just as thick as Nikolai, stretching you open around him as he builds a place for himself inside of you.

Little bursts of light bounce from your flushed skin as Aleksander’s hips collide with yours. It’s all you can do to cling to Nikolai and take it, the harsh pleasure of the Darkling. He fucks into you like you’re the only thing in the room, like there’s no one else he’d rather be with. It’s harsh, but possessive. This isn’t mindless treatment, it’s a reminder that you’re his.

And saints, you are.

Just like you’re Nikolai’s. And you think, deep down, they’re yours, too.

When you come you scream, nails digging into the meat of Nikolai’s thighs, face hidden from both men. Aleksander follows you seconds later, coming deep into you with a long growl, hips stuttering to a stop against your ass.

When he finally releases your hips from his bruising grip you slump down, the mixture of come slipping from your entrance as Nikolai soothes you.

Aleksander collapses next to you, his head on the outside of Nikolai’s other thigh. The king pets you both, soothing you into an easy slumber.

When you wake, the morning light streams in through the windows of The Spinning Wheel, warming your face. Nikolai is beside you, long lashes fanning across his tanned cheeks, one arm pillowing your head.

Aleksander is nowhere to be seen.

You can feel it, the lack of him, the space his presence leaves. You ache for him, both of them, and in the quiet space of the morning light you curse yourself for not telling him where you are.

You want to go home. Together.

“Stop thinking so hard, you look like you’re in pain, lover.” Nikolai mumbles, eyes just open to the morning.

“I want this to be over.” You say, meeting his gaze.

He strokes the backs of his fingers over your cheek, leaving trails of warmth in their place.

“I know. So it is.”

“What-”

You’re interrupted by a crashing series of knocks against the door.

“Yes?” Nikolai calls.

Tamar cracks the door and replies,

“Moi tsar, the Darkling has arrived.”

[delinquentfiction]

A Night of Pampering With Vil

Content: Vil x Reader, fluff, spa day, romantic, kisses, pet names (Darling, Kitten, Petal, Dear), no use of y/n

Tw: None

Word count: 1140

You knocked politely on the imposing dorm door, practically vibrating with excitement. Today was a self-care Saturday, as Vil had dubbed your regular bonding sessions of indulgent relaxation. And you were more than ready to soak in his pampering aura.

"Come in darling, I'm just finishing up in here!" Vil called melodically.

Pushing open the door, you were immediately greeted by a heavenly aroma of rose scent wafting through the lavish lounge area. Soft classical music floated through hidden speakers, soothing your soul. But your attention was stolen by Vil emerging from his spacious bathroom, clad in a silky robe with damp hair tousled fetchingly.

How Neige was considered more beautiful than him you couldn’t figure, especially in moments like this. Fuck, the man looked like he was sculpted by the angels themselves. You hated how sometimes the blonde watching his figure so closely meant that you had to give up some simple pleasures, especially in the beginning, but clearly the work works out. If only the french fries and small bags of chips you would sneak didn’t taste so good. If only they didn’t taste better when you sneak them.

"Come here kitten, let me get a look at that lovely face of yours." He cooed, taking your chin gently between his thumb and forefinger to tilt your visage this way and that under scrutinizing eyes.

Vil hummed in approval. "Good, no unsightly blemishes to speak of. Now, have a seat and I'll fetch my supplies."

You giggled, obediently perching on the plush chaise lounge. Moments later Vil reappeared with an armful of ornate bottles and tubs, laying them out ceremoniously on the coffee table before you. His nimble fingers got to work smoothing aromatic creams and serum into your skin, massaging deftly. You melted into his touch with a contented sigh.

Next came a clay mask infused with calming scents, mixed fresh for optimal potency. Vil expertly applied the cool mixture, sculpting it to your features in sweeping strokes. Gingerly tapping your nose, he winked. "All done darling, now just ten minutes for it to work its magic. We'll chat and sip tea, yes?"

Vil set about preparing a luxurious pot of rooibos with honey, chatting idly about the latest campus gossip during the wait. Before long he proclaimed your mask fully cured, carefully peeling it away to reveal radiant skin beneath. You gasped - already you felt rejuvenated on a deep level.

"Simply stunning, as I knew you would be, my petal." Vil praised, cupping your chin affectionately.

A brush of his thumb along your lower lip set your heart skipping, though the moment passed as he began applying rich lotions to lock in moisture. With finishing spritzes of setting mist, you were left the picture of pampered bliss.

"Now for the pièce de résistance!" Vil declared dramatically, rising in a flourish.

He returned promptly with an armful of silky fabrics, laying them out like pieces of a puzzle atop his sumptuous canopy bed. Selecting two options, he held them up for your inspection. "The emerald shall bring out the gorgeous azure of your eyes darling, but the rose quartz may better suit your rosy complexion. Decisions, decisions..."

You considered briefly before gesturing to the rose, touched by his care in selecting colors flattering your features. Vil beamed, gathering the garment to hold against your form appraisingly.

"Exquisite choice as always, now let's get you dressed." He hummed, helping you slip into the floating silk robe and sneaking a delicate kiss on your shoulder. It was light, but you felt it and it caused a slight heat to grow on your cheeks. With nimble fingers he tied the sash, smoothing the fine material over your shoulders. "Gorgeous, simply gorgeous, my petal."

Stepping back, Vil admired his handiwork before setting to styling your hair. Gentle brushes and delicate braids worked your locks into an elaborate updo, stray curls artfully framing your face. Finally, he applied the barest touches of makeup to accentuate your natural beauty - pink balm to plump your lips, wisps of shadow to make your eyes pop.

Spinning you to face the full length mirror with a flourish, Vil gazed proudly over your shoulder at the vision before you both. "My dear, you take my breath away. Come, let's bask in the glow of your allure together, shall we?"

His arm settled around your waist, pulling your back against his robust chest as you admired your reflection. With his chiselled jawline dusted pink and lustrous hair tousled roguishly, Vil was quite the statuesque specimen himself. Turning in his hold, you wrapped your arms around his neck in thanks.

Vil murmured your name affectionately, leaning in to brush featherlight kisses across your forehead, cheeks and nose until you were both breathless with giggles. His arms tightened around your waist, looking deeply into your eyes as if searching for something. Your breath hitched under the intensity of his gaze.

But the moment passed as Vil reclined gracefully against mountains of satin pillows, patting the space beside him invitingly. You readily cuddled into his side with a contented sigh, idly tracing patterns on his chest through the gauzy robe as relaxing melodies washed over you both once more. The blonde at one point delicately holds your cheek and stares into your eyes once more, however he didn’t seem to be looking for something. He seemed to have found it and leaned down while you allowed your eyes to flutter closed and the warmth of his lips met yours for a good minute or so before breaking the contact. You shyly smile at him before hiding your face back in his robe. The heat in your face was sustained by his larger hand tangling its fingers with your own.

You felt his chest rise and slightly hum as he spoke once more, “My petal, your newly found radiance and confidence over time together has seemed to captivate even myself. Might I have the honor of courting you properly?”

If you had given a verbal response, you think you would just end up shouting the answer. So instead, you nod, a big smile creeping onto your face. He lifted the hand he had been holding and placed a kiss on the back of it. You could feel his smile against your now softer skin. “Wonderful, my dear. Now get some beauty rest so you don’t get demoted to potato again.”

Hours passed by like this, basking in each other's company as the sunlight slowly waned outside. Such pampering self-care sessions had become the highlight of your weeks spent amidst the hustle of school. But nestled securely in Vil's capable arms while his digits toyed with your hair, you thought maybe you found something even more soothing than any skincare ritual or carefully crafted ensemble. For here, you felt beautiful inside and out.

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

Like You Love Me

Pairings: Aether X Rain - implied Poly!Ghouls

Type: Smut

Summary: Rain is still fairly new, but he knows what he likes. He gets it from everyone except for Aether, and he’s determined to change that.

Warnings: Rain is a brat, dom!Aether, sub!Rain, rough oral, degradation, objectification,

Word Count: 1,719

Notes: Read here on ao3. This isn't edited, so I'm sorry if there are typos.

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Rain loved Aether dearly. He loved everything about the quintessence ghoul, but especially how sweet he was to him. If he wanted it rough, he had his options. He had Dewdrop who he could throw around and ruin, Swiss or Cirrus if he wanted to challenge who was in charge, or Mountain if he wanted to be fucked so hard that he melts into the matress.

But Aether was so gentle and caring. He never wanted to hurt Rain in any way. There was the occasional teasing, maybe a bite mark here and there, but it always was slow and sensual.

Aether didn’t feel like he knew the in’s and out’s of Rain well enough to bring him into something kinkier. He’d only been topside for a few months, and for the first month or so, Rain was too shy to make any advances. Although he’s seen the way Rain acts with the others, he doesn’t want to push it and break the bond that they’ve grown.

Don’t get the water ghoul wrong, he loves the special treatment, but hearing about how he collared Swiss and pulled him around as he pleased, watching Dewdrop shift in his seat to try and get comfortable with the bruises on his ass, or how Mountain always comes back with a goofy grin and a limp in his step…he gets a bit jealous.

They’re curled up in Aether’s bed, Aether reading a book and Rain scrolling through his phone, head on Aether’s chest and pressed stubbornly to his hip. The minute Aether slipped off his shirt and slipped on his reading glasses, Rain’s cock began to chub up. No one could resist Aether when he looked like that.

“Why don’t you treat me like the others?” He asks, not looking up from the video on his phone.

Aether blinks. “What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’?”

“You just asked the vaguest question, and aren’t going to explain?”

Rain sighed and rolled over dramatically. “Why don’t you rail me into next week?”

“What the hell are you on?”

“Nothing yet,” Rain huffed. “Can’t you just…throw me around? Rough me up a bit?”

“I thought you liked me being gentle with you.”

“I do. But I would also like to be fucked into next week.”

“Where is this coming from?” Aether asked, pulling his glasses off. His cock was twitching with the implications of what Rain was implying.

“Just…I dunno…jealous?”

“Of what?”

“Oh don’t act like you don’t grin every time you see Dewdrop struggling to sit right for a week after one of your little escapades.” “So you want me to…punish you?” He inquired, a joking tone to his voice.

“Well I mean…have I done anything wrong?”

“You interrupted my reading for no good reason other than the fact that you’re thinking with your dick.”

“I feel like that shouldn’t count.”

“I feel like you’re acting like Dew,” Aether countered.

Oh. Rain grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Am I?”

“You’re starting to,” Aether sighed, putting his glasses back on and turning his attention back to his book. So he was going to ignore Rain? Well, that simply won’t do.

Rain laid back down, kicking up a purr to lure Aether into a false sense that Rain wasn’t going to try anything. After a few minutes of comfortable silence he lifted his head to be level with Aether’s plush stomach and…

“Did you just fucking bite me?” Aether asked, amused.

Rain pulled off and frowned, sitting up. “That doesn’t get a reaction out of you?”

“You didn’t even draw blood,” Aether pointed out.

“Come onnnnnn…I want you to make me get all slutty. Don’t you like it when I’m slutty?” Rain begged with a joking tone.

“Are you sure you aren’t in heat? Do I need to get Mountain in here?”

“You are no fun.” Rain crosses his arms and pouts, his tail thumping against the bed for extra dramatic effect.

“I just don’t want to hurt you,” Aether said sympathetically, tilting his head.

“But I want you to hurt me.”

“You really do love to run your mouth,” Aether scowled. Rain grinned when he realized that he was finally getting somewhere.

“Maybe I do. I like the sound of my own voice,” he paused, giving himself enough time to straddle the quintessence ghoul, rolling his hips against him.

“Are you just going to be a brat to get what you want?” Aether asked, putting his hands on Rain’s hips, using his own strength to move the water ghoul.

“Is it gonna work?”

“In some ways.”

“Then yes.”

Rain grinned, leaning down to kiss Aether. Aether ran a hand up his back, grabbing at the back of his neck, causing Rain to moan. The moment Rain’s mouth opens, Aether slips his tongue inside.

Rain squirms on top of him, trying to get some sort of friction on his cock. There’s a slight fight for dominance that Rain quickly loses. Just because he wants to be roughed up doesn’t mean he can’t pretend to pose a challenge.

“Aeth, ple-”

“Nuh uh, baby boy. I don’t want to hear my name come out of your mouth right now,” Aether cuts, his tone of voice dropping to something more demanding.

Rain swallows thickly, realizing he was finally getting his wish. He rolls his hips with a groan. “Sir,” he tries again. Aether doesn’t stop him, so he continues. “Please, sir…please fuck me,” he breaths, lowering his head to Aether’s neck. He nips at it, and Aether scruffs him, forcing him to go boneless.

Aether rolls the water ghoul off of him, then stands up, looking at Rain expectantly. “Well?”

Rain looks back confused. “What do you want me to do?”

Aether walks back towards the bed, taking Rain’s chin in his hand gently before firming his grip almost hard enough to bruise. Rain looks at him like he hung the stars. “Get on the floor. On your knees. If you want me to fuck you, then we’re going to do it my way,” he growls.

Rain is already loving this new side of Aether, but he’s determined to see more, so he doesn’t move.

“On your knees,” Aether growls again, baring his fangs slightly and shaking Rain’s head. When Rain doesn’t move again, Aether moves his hand into his hair, then pulls.

Rain groans and rolls his hips forward as his cock kicks from the sensation. “Please…” he groans, closing his eyes.

Aether uses his grip on his hair to throw Rain on the floor. He lets go of him long enough to pull his cock out from his sweatpants. “Open your mouth,” he commands.

Rain’s head is swimming in ecstasy. He doesn’t even hear Aether speak until there’s a hand on his jaw, prying it apart, and a cock pressed to his lips.

“Since you can’t keep that pretty mouth shut, I’m going to make sure you can’t use it. If you need to, tap my thigh twice for me to stop.”

Rain moans in acknowledgement, snaking his tongue out to lap at the pre beading at the tip of Aether’s dick. Aether groans as Rain pushes his lips down Aether’s cock, closing his eyes and humming from the taste.

Aether gives Rain a moment to work his magic, then grabs hold of Rain’s horns and thrusts into him. Rain chokes at the unexpected motion and looks up at Aether with teary eyes. He pulls Rain down until his nose is pressed against Aether’s pubes.

Aether holds him there for a second as Rain gags and sputters around Aether’s cock. Rain brings a hand to Aether’s thigh and taps twice.

“Are you alright?” Aether asks.

“Y-yeah,” Rain croaks out, trying to find his voice. He’s panting and tears are streaking down his cheeks. “Just need to breathe,” he laughs.

Aether hums in acknowledgement. “Take your time. Let me know when you’re ready.”

Rain nods and catches his breath. He takes a few minutes, then looks up at Aether. “I’m ready,” he says, opening his mouth.

Aether pets through Rain’s hair then grabs hold of one of Rain’s horns again. He starts off gently this time, small shallow thrusts that hardly graze the back of Rain’s throat. Rain moans and shuts his eyes, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure through Aether’s body.

The sensation causes Aether to push his hips into Rain’s mouth, making Rain gag around him. “Shit,” Aether groans, “I should’ve fucked your mouth ages ago. So fucking good.”

Rain does his best to relax his throat and breathe through his nose. He feels nothing but Aether. The sight of him, taste of him, smell of him. Everything is Aether. He’s absolutely intoxicating, and it makes his cock throb in his sweatpants. He brings a hand down to the front of his sweats where they’ve darkened with the amount of precum and slick leaking out of Rain.

Aether finds leverage before using his foot to kick his hand away, pulling out so that only the tip of his cock rests on Rain’s tongue. “I never told you to touch yourself,” he growls. Rain gives an apologetic look and hums. Aether scoffs and harshly thrusts into Rain’s mouth, his balls slapping against Rain’s chin. “Hands behind your back.”

Rain can’t do anything but sit there and let his mouth be used as he crosses his arms behind his back. He blinks away the tears in his eyes and stares at Aether’s blissed out face. He can feel the spit leak out of his mouth, feels his shirt getting wet from the way it drips down.

“Lucifer, you look so pretty like this,” he says. “Is this what you wanted? Wanted me to rough you up? Throw you around like a little doll?”

Rain tried to nod, but found it impossible with Aether’s grip on his horns and cock down his throat. He hummed in response as Aether pulled him back down his cock again, cumming without warning. 

He kept Rain pressed tight against him until he was sure Rain swallowed everything. Rain tapped his thigh twice, and Aether let him pull off, a string of saliva attached from the tip of Aether’s cock to his lips.

“Please-” he gasps, “wanna be your doll.”

“Good,” Aether smirks. “On the bed. I’m not done with you yet.”

[lelengerine]

helloo! for the drabble event, could u do a celebrities + soulmates au for renjun pls? thank u 🌟

oh to see you

pairing | actor!renjun x actor!reader

genre | celebrity + soulmates au, it’s implied the reader is female for this one ;0; renjun’s a little grumpy in the beginning, do lmk if i missed anything!

wc | 0.9k

notes | thank u sm sm for requesting this, i was so excited to write this one as soon as i saw it in my inbox because i haven't tried writing something like this yet (kinda) ;0; likes, rbs, and feedback are always appreciated !!

this is part of my drabble req event here!

m.list

for once in his entire acting career, huang renjun is left stunned as he reads through the stack of papers detailing his role in an upcoming drama.

he had always resonated with the characters he was assigned to, having a good feel of them before filming even began, yet he can’t seem to wrap his head around this specific one.

his company decided for him to play as a smitten college student, desperately pining over a girl in his year level after figuring out they were soulmates.

it didn’t make sense to him. the character was acting that way simply because they were soulmates and nothing more? what even was the point of love then? 

he would never admit it himself, but he was a romanticist who preferred carefully thought out acts of love over fleeting bursts of affection. though, who was he to argue seeing as the drama was well received by the public when news of it first hit the headlines.

but don’t get him wrong, the idea of soulmates was a concept he was more than familiar with. it wasn’t surprising to hear about it in the first place, especially when the world he lived in was full of it — red strings of fate, matching tattoos, special birthmarks, he’s seen it all, but stubbornly refuses to accept it in its truth. 

perhaps it's because he believed having a soulmate himself was highly unlikely.

he still remembers the stories he’d hear when he was younger about his cousins finding ‘the one’ — a person they shared a special bond with that no one else could replicate. it was then he tried looking for anything that could signify he had one of his own, but to no avail.

the memory still sits bitterly in his mind, yet he finds himself standing in front of the film site, unable to deny the proposal of the director. this was still work, after all.

you’re inside a trailer in the same set, sitting in a pile of jittery nerves as your make-up artist does their best to make you look presentable on camera. 

you had stayed up a bit too much rereading your script over and over again, time passing through your fingertips before you even knew it. dark circles lay under your eyes, but you still think your efforts were worth it. this was your first major appearance in a drama as one of the main leads, a crucial moment in your career to make yourself known. 

you couldn’t let something as precious as that slip away.

“you’re done here, i better see you getting a good night’s worth of rest after this!” your make up artist jests, making you laugh along with them. 

a smile makes its way up your lips as you stand up from the seat, “what would i do without you? though, i’ll be off now!”

with a small wave, you bid them a goodbye, opening the door to find yourself face-to-face with someone who was so effortlessly serene, it kind of intimidated you. “ah- i’m sorry, were you coming in for make up?”

you notice he looks rather familiar, plush lips parted ever so slightly, and eyes twinkling with a shade of pink as he stares at you. his gaze was mesmerizing, a little too much that it brings out your bashfulness, pursing your lips together before deciding to speak again. “hello? did you come here for your make up?”

“huh- oh, yeah.” he quickly transfers his line of sight to his feet, his heart beating like he just ran a 10 meter marathon. he’s never seen you around as one of the make up artists, so who exactly were you?

“my name is y/n.” you begin speaking as if you read his mind, “i’m one of the leads for this drama. it’s nice to meet you…?”

and suddenly his world clicks into place. you were going to be his partner for the drama- ‘snap out of it’, he grumbles to himself, causing you to give him a confused look.

“sorry?” you ask, hoping he could repeat what he just said because you weren’t able to catch it.

“no, it’s nothing. i apologize.” he states softly, “my name is huang renjun. i look forward to working with you.” he’s smiling now, the sparkles in his eyes now glowing a bright yellow, and your cheeks start warming up. did everyone’s eyes normally look like this?

“i- i look forward to working with you too.” you turn away to give room for your flustered expression, “um, you should get ready now. i’ll leave you be.” 

your polite words disappointingly leave him with no reason to refuse. it was a shame, he wanted to talk to you more… wait, what? just what was going on in his mind?

“yeah, okay, thanks.” his replies hurriedly, not at all in the way he hoped for, but it somehow just came out in that manner. “i’ll see you later for shooting?”

“yeah.” you smile for the first time and renjun finally sees the same kind of sparkle that floats in the depths of your irises as his, leaving him just as enthralled as you were moments ago. “i’ll be on my way then.”

the two of you now stand on opposite sides of the trailer’s door, and while you’re wondering how you’re going to properly dictate the lines you practiced while looking at him, renjun’s come to the revelation that there might just be a soulmate for him out there — or rather right outside this very trailer van. 

perhaps he’s just understood the desperation of his character’s lovesickness because he wants to open the door once more and rush out to look for you — you who he hopes is the soulmate he has been silently yearning for his entire life.

[ghuleh-recs]

It's @iamthecomet's birthday!!! Comet is easily one of my favorite ghoul writers and in honor of her birthday I threw together a list of some of my all-time favorites of hers. I am not exaggerating when I say that I have enjoyed every. single. thing. Comet has written. On top of being an incredible writer, she is a DELIGHTFUL human being. She is SO ridiculously kind and quick to offer advice or support to whichever anon might be dropping into her inbox that day. We are beyond lucky to have such a talented, beautiful soul in this fandom. So go forth, treat yourself to some Comet fics, and leave some comments and kudos as a lil' bday treat ♡

recs under the cut.

Born Under a Troubled Sign - Aether x Dewdrop - 40.7k

Dewdrop goes from water to fire. It goes about as well as can be expected. *THE DEWDROP ANGST FIC OF ALL TIME. I will never stop recommending this and I am not sorry.

Dance With Me - Aeon x Swiss - 1.1k

“Dance?” Swiss rolls his eyes and curls his hand around Aeon’s forearm. He’s so warm. That’s the one thing about Swiss that stays constant even with the glamor. The heat of him. Aeon moves closer like a moth drawn to a flame, and Swiss abandons his grip on Aeon’s arm in favor of one around his waist. “Yeah,” Swiss whispers, leaning in to drag his nose up the side of Aeon’s neck. Inhaling sharply as he noses against his hairline. “That’s what I said.” “There’s no music?”

Tear Me Down - Dewdrop x Rain - 7.7k

Dew can't handle a bad day productively. Rain makes him handle it his way. They make some noise. They're probably never going to be allowed at this hotel again. “Yeah, yeah,” Dew says dismissively. Stroking from root to tip, watching the way Rain is leaking already. Like always. Wet from start to finish. “Can’t believe you’re still mouthing off.” Dew shrugs, watching Rain fill out in his hand, twisting his fist around the head, pressing his fingers to the underside. Rain’s flushed and shiny already. Each stroke makes his stomach clench. “You haven’t really given me a reason to stop.”

Comet's Ficlet Collection (Ch. 154) - Aeon x Dewdrop - 1k

Prompt: i will offer you my firstborn child for a new ghoul focused fic about him being praised about insecurities. i find comfort in my favs having the same issues as me, so the idea of him not really liking his body but being praised for it is just so good to me

Comet's Ficlet Collection (Ch. 16) - Aether x Cumulus x Dewdrop x Sunshine x Swiss - 1k

Could I request something with similar appreciation for a larger body for Cumulus? Any partner or multiple partners are fine. I crave some fat body appreciation and love on a soul level, I adore her so much and she deserves every inch of her beautiful plush figure to be lavished with attention and devotion.

Dewdrop & Sunshine are Chaos Incarnate - Dewdrop & Sunshine - &lt;;1k

Prompt: I neeeeeeed chaos twins Dew and Sunshine gettin in trouble with Mountain and Ifrit

Fill Your Lungs With Words - Aether x Dewdrop - 4.8k

He loves Dew when he’s two seconds away from self-immolation. Loves him when he’s badgering Mountain into letting him in the kitchen—which is always a bad decision. He loves him when he’s high and pliant, loves him when he falls asleep on Aether’s chest, a gentle purr rolling through his body. Aether’s fucking in love with him. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Let Me Decide What You Need - Mountain x Swiss x Rain - 8.6k

Rain and Swiss take Mountain down to studs. It's surprisingly easy.

Perfect Fit - Aeon x Cumulus - 1.2k

Cumulus tries on her old uniform. Aeon gets an eyeful. Can't really blame him for what happens next.

Comet's Mushy May Collection (Ch. 10) - Aether x Everyone (kinda) - 1k

Unspoken I love you / First I love you Love is an easy thing with them. The pack is full of it. Casual I love yous thrown over shoulders. The press of thumbs over knuckles, the slide of fingers together. They all fit together. Bonded by experience, by undeniable kinship. Aether feels it. Feels the swell of love, the burn of it in his chest. And he thinks about saying it back when Cumulus calls it to him. Thinks about whispering it in Dew’s ear when they’re curled up together. Thinks about letting those words fall off of his tongue again. It’s been…he could pretend he doesn’t know. He could just say it’s been a while. It’s been almost a year. He can pretend that he doesn’t know this down to the day—the minute almost. *this one hurts. you have been warned.

It's No Fun 'Til Someone Dies (series) - murder ghouls - 10k

Dew doesn’t understand how they haven’t figured it out yet. Humanity's persistence, its blindness will be its downfall. He’s in awe of the way they continue to insist to themselves that it’s normal for multiple people a month to just—vanish. To “go home” without taking any of their stuff. To flee in the middle of the night. Or fall from balconies, or down the stairs, or drown. That they haven’t figured out that the unlucky few are fodder for the machine that is the Ghost Project. Food, literally, for the hell-spawn that drives it forward. They spend their days looking at the Ghouls like they are something to be attained. A prize to win. Dew is happy to encourage it. To let them walk right into the trap. He runs his teeth over his fangs. He can still taste the blood.

* Okay I need to stop myself because I could keep going indefinitely.

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

[randonauticrap]

Say Yes

Pairing ~ Jin Grandet x Reader

Word Count ~ 2.5k

Synopsis ~ Based on Jin's 18th Level Bond Story: Jin proposes a game to you in which no matter what question he asks you, you have to say "yes"... and you have to mean it. Appearances from the domestic affairs faction!

Author's Note ~ I've been absent for awhile, but it felt SO good to get back into writing for my favorite man. This is my first entry into @aquagirl1978's "A Series of Firsts" event, with my darling Jin and the prompt "First Kiss"! SO excited about my love finally getting his own feature in a fanfic writing event! <3

“Man! What a meal.” Leon whooped as he settled into one of the plush chairs around the fireplace with a hand over his swollen stomach. 

“It was amazing, thank you Leon.” you said earnestly, moving inside the door to the sitting room after Yves and Licht. 

“Sure was.” a silken baritone voice rumbled from behind you and two large, firm hands settled on each of your shoulders, giving them a squeeze as he spoke. “It was so good that I got to hear this pretty little thing moan, and I’ve always wanted to hear that.” 

“Jin, god.” you muttered softly, the palm of your hand finding your forehead to hopefully hide the heat that had risen painfully to both of your cheeks. 

“Ooh, say that again, sweetheart, I liked the sound of it.” he chuckled deeply into your ear and your whole body shivered before you decidedly pulled away from him to avoid further embarrassment. You liked Jin, it was no secret; not to you, nor to the other princes of the domestic affairs faction. You were pretty sure that even Jin himself knew, which didn’t bode well for your little crush. After all, wouldn’t he have said something at this point if the feeling was mutual? But he kept on teasing you as usual, pulling you along on his little string, then letting you go. Internally you had groaned when you’d realized the irony of the beast and prey analogy, but if that wasn’t the best way to describe your situation, you had yet to discover it. 

“Jin!” Yves fumed, glaring at the 1st prince over the tray of sweets he carried in his arms. “Must you be so vile everywhere you go?” He set the tray down on the short table in front of the fireplace and dusted his hands off before plopping down next to Licht on the long, velvet couch. 

“Vile? Yves, you wound your older brother.” Jin feigned hurt, making a show of placing his palm over his heart. You giggled at their antics before you could stop yourself, and Jin sent a wink your way. With the giddy feeling that pooled in your lower belly at his small gesture, you decided that perhaps you needed a little something to drink. At this point, it couldn’t hurt; at least alcohol would help explain the near permanent blush coloring your face. 

"Anyone else want some?" You called out as you popped the champagne bottle open. 

"I'll take some!" Leon replied. "I'm not usually a champagne guy, but we're celebrating tonight, so count me in." You chuckled, pulling another glass from the stand that Yves had brought in from the kitchen and pouring two glasses. 

"You know what I prefer." Jin's sensual voice was so close to your ear that you jumped, spilling a little of the champagne on the table in front of you. He chuckled, sending sparks through you as the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck raised. The double entendre was not lost on you, even as he reached over you to get to the whiskey bottle; the defined muscles on his arm nearly close enough to your face to touch. You couldn't help but stare at the protruding veins on his forearm that snaked up and around to his bicep like a trail on a map, just begging to be followed. Even as he pulled his arm back to his own body, whiskey bottle in hand, your eyes followed the rippling muscles underneath his smooth skin. Nothing else in the room could possibly be as fascinating. 

Behind you, Leon coughed forcibly and thankfully awoke you from your hypnosis. You blinked, at last tearing your eyes away from the first prince to focus on salvaging yours and Leon's drinks. You had always been a master at nonchalance, so your inability to act composed around Jin was very new, and wholly unwelcome. It made you feel like a fish out of water: floundering on the hard ground and pitifully attempting to breathe in air that wasn't meant for you. 

Finally, you were able to take Leon his glass, and you perched next to Licht on the couch with your own, following Jin's motions in the chair next to you from the corner of your eye. He was so relaxed, his posture open and yet commanding all at once. A low simmering power radiated from him; a power he often disguised with seductive nuance. But you knew that the moment he decided to take charge, every other prince in the room would willingly fall in line behind him. He was the eldest, and though he did his best to disregard his position, the authority was there. 

Even so, he preferred to take the backseat, to work from the shadows, to let the other princes take the credit that was owed him, and you both admired and disfavored that. You wished he thought more of himself; like you do. You thought the world of Jin Grandet, in too many ways to count. It's why you'd fallen in love with him to begin with. He was kind, fiercely kind beneath his mask of indifference. He was loyal to a fault, and so intent on making a positive difference in the world without even rising to claim the glory that accompanied it. 

However, in that darkness is also where he hid. He hid his pain and his suffering, and buried his worth under years of guilt. The darkness befit him, but it also betrayed him. You saw it in his eyes sometimes; flashes of something he'd never allow his brothers to see… something only you had been given access to. It haunted him, and you wanted nothing more than to infiltrate his darkness with moonlight and stars. Sunlight was too bright for the likes of you and Jin; too blinding, too intimidating. But the moon shone light enough; light enough to expose the truth and still bring peace to his wounded heart. 

You brooded quietly over your drink while the princes chatted, slipping further and further into a warm, murky daze as the champagne filled your senses. You didn't even notice the eyes of the first prince on you until he broke through your silence. "Let's play a game." He clapped his hands together and you jumped, your focus pulling back to your current reality with a snap. "Belle, you first. No matter what I say, you have to answer "yes". If you say "no", you lose." 

"That's a terrible game." Licht muttered beside you, but you weren't paying attention. The room had a nice, fuzzy glow surrounding it, and Jin was looking at you so earnestly. How could you ever say no to him?

"Do I have to mean it every time I say yes?" You giggled, wriggling in your seat a little. 

"Yes." Jin said, setting his glass of whiskey down on the coffee table in front of him. 

"I thought it was my turn, Jin. Hehe" You teased, suddenly feeling a little lightheaded. 

"It is, sweetheart. That was just an example." He smirked, leaning towards you. He was still several feet away from you, but it suddenly felt like he was invading your space; taking the air you needed for himself. But it was pleasant, heady, and you leaned closer, happy to lose yourself in him. 

"Okay then," you challenged. "Hit me." 

"I'll start you off easy. Do you like Yves's sweets?"

A laugh bubbled forth from your lips. "Yes, of course! Anyone who doesn't just doesn't have taste buds." 

Yves squeaked and you turned your head to find his face red. "Thank you." He murmured, a soft, embarrassed smile on his face. 

"You're welcome, Yves." You chuckled, then turned back to Jin, whose gaze had never left you. "Easy peasy, next." 

"Alright, how about… do you enjoy Sariel's lessons?" 

You grimaced, recalling the particularly difficult one you'd had earlier this afternoon. "You're not playing fair, I told you about my day." You muttered under your breath and forced yourself to think back to last week when you did well on several of the assignments he'd given you, and the perfume Sariel had treated you to in return. "But yes, I enjoy them for the most part. Sariel is always nice enough to reward me with things when I do exceptionally well, and he doesn't have to do that."

Surprise as well as something you couldn't quite pin down colored Jin's features momentarily. "Sariel gets you gifts?" You nodded enthusiastically. 

"I'm wearing the perfume he got me right now!" You stuck your arm out to him, no longer shy as the alcohol blurred some of your senses. 

"Such a lightweight." Jin murmured softly, but there was no malice in it. He and Leon shared a look you didn't understand before Jin accepted your outstretched arm, wrapping his long fingers around your forearm, and leaned his face down to nuzzle his nose into your wrist. The gasp that escaped your lips was completely involuntary, but the sound mingled with Jin's quiet groan as he took in your scent mixed with the scent of the perfume, and you felt your face fully flush at the barely concealed eroticism of the moment you were sharing. 

"Smells good." He murmured, his eyes falling closed for only a few seconds before they pulled back open and trained on you. "But I could do better. I know some scents that would suit you perfectly." His voice was almost low enough to be a growl and a hot shiver ran through you, settling in your lower belly as he let your arm go and sat back in his chair. "Last question." His voice was quiet and measured, but you felt the emotion behind it, and you were suddenly nervous. 

"Okay…" 

"Do you have feelings for me?" 

All motion in the room ceased - even the flames in the fireplace seemed to halt their dance - and every eye fell on you. You gulped, knowing that what came next could either make you the happiest woman alive, or shatter your heart into a million unsavable pieces. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears as your panicked eyes met his focused ones. You had never seen him looking so intently at anything before, let alone you, and you fought to keep from squirming under his gaze. 

I guess it's now or never…

"Yes." You breathed softly, then before anyone had time to respond, you added quickly. "Your turn!" Jin's eyes widened in surprise at the turn of events, but you didn't give him any time to question it. "Will you ever admit your feelings for me?" 

The silence in the room stretched on, the air becoming even more tense now that Jin's question had been thrown back in his face. You sucked in a breath that didn't have nearly enough air in it as you waited for his answer, your eyes locked on each other with no indication of either party giving up. But after several torturous moments of silence, Jin's chest deflated, and his quiet murmur of "Yes" filled all of your senses like the oxygen you had been momentarily deprived of. 

"Well, I think it's time for us to wrap up here. Licht, Yves." Leon clapped his hands and ushered his brothers out of the room, throwing Jin another pointed look before closing the door behind himself. You never took your eyes off of him, not while Leon, Yves, and Licht had gotten up, and not when they left. You were too afraid that the mirage in front of you would disappear and you'd wake up in your cold bed after another beautiful dream. You also couldn't be too sure that what Jin was saying was what you wanted him to be saying, so you waited, anxious and yearning all at one time, for him to explain. 

"You know how I feel about falling in love…" Jin murmured quietly and your heart dropped. 

"Yes." You whispered, breaking eye contact in favor of staring at your feet. It already hurt. Your poor heart already hurt. 

"My simple plan to not fall in love, especially not with a commoner, has worked well for me for a really long time." He explained, and you nodded, still not looking at him. "It's always been easier to spend a night of fun with a woman and see her off the next morning with a satisfied smile on her face." Despite the fact that you knew this already, your gut twisted into jealous knots and tears sprang to your eyes. You blinked them away as best you could. Jin heaved a large sigh and rubbed his palm over his eyes. "But this plan sort of fell apart when I met you, see." 

For the first time since you both were alone, your eyes snapped up to his face. He was smiling sort of sadly, emotions dancing across his face in a distorted line as he measured his next words. "You're understanding, caring, sweet, fun, funny… you're incredible. I wanted to protect you from somebody like me, but I went and fell for you like the selfish ass I am." He buried his face in his hands and shook his head, and before you could stop yourself, you were standing up and taking the few steps that would erase all space between you.

You cupped your hands over his and lifted his face to meet his eyes. "I don't want protection from you, Jin. I want you." You whispered, thumbing his cheeks gently as he stared up at you. It happened quickly after that. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling his muscular body, and leaned up to press his lips to yours, urgently deepening the kiss like he had been starving for you for ages and now that he had tasted you, would never be letting you go again. Your fingers twisted into his short chestnut locks and tugged as you moaned softly into his mouth, savoring him just as much. He pressed the tip of his tongue to your lips, seeking entrance, and you parted them willingly, allowing the newfound heat to overtake you. He grunted and squeezed your bottom with his large hands; only then did you realize you had been grinding onto his lap in your frenzy. 

You pulled away to catch your breath, pleased to find Jin as breathless as you. Stroking his hair, you bumped his nose with your own. "You know what my next question is, don't you, Jin?" You murmured teasingly onto his lips, and he smirked in response, his grip tightening on your ass.  "Yes." He purred, lifting you up in his arms as he stood. You yelped, then laughed, wrapping your legs around his middle and your arms firmly around his shoulders as he carried you out of the drawing room and back towards his own. "Good thing I like carrying you, sweetheart. Cause you won't be walkin' anywhere for awhile after tonight."

~

Tags for the Lovelies: @aquagirl1978 @rhodolitesroseforclavis @ikehoe @queengiuliettafirstlady @maries-gallery @nightghoul381 @judejazza @xbalayage @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @alvieeru @aria-chikage @tele86

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Hear me out on this please

TADC crew x itward like reader

If you want to ignore this request you can I totally understand lol

TADC cast x itward type! Reader

Imma be so real with you anon originally I was gonna save this request for later since I have ZERO ideas (funny since fran bow as a game has had a choke hold on me since it released) but then I realized I can be evil and introduce people to the game

Anyways guys go play fran bow! Or better yet theres a full fandub, as well as several lets plays on YouTube!! I also recommend little misfortune as it's made by the same creators and takes place in the same universe!

Kind of wrote this as their general thoughts and dynamic with you since I struggled a lot with thinking of romantic stuff with them, especially with characters that I dont think would like. Be interested in characters like itward

CAINE:

You guys. Can talk up a storm, I think. Literally it's just you two "interrogating" one another and learning more about each other. As scared as you are of the current situation at hand, you can't help but be intrigued by everything, including the self proclaimed ring master!

Curiosity is damned, damn you curiosity/ref

Your curiosity ends up with you learning as nearly as much caine is willing to let on about the digital world...

Thinks

Two well dressed fellows, as well.. bonus if you have a red suit like itward so you kinda match with Caine

Caine loves watching you build your little machines, too, usually hovers over your shoulder

POMNI:

Sure you might not be able to fly away in a flying ship and return to the real world, but who's to say you cant make your own exit..? Possibly manipulate the code or something...! Sure you're main thing is machinery and technology, but theres usually some level of coding in there... so you and pomni team up to try to come up with a plan... honestly you probably lightly scold her when you find out she tried to leave, knowing ragatha needed help. On one hand you cant bring yourself to fully blame her, but on the other you would rather try to escape with everyone, you know? Pomni is sometimes put off by your odd nature, though... not enough to push her away from working with you though!!

RAGATHA:

You guys bond over your shared interested in sewing! You both make plushes! For you it's more so for gift giving, and for ragatha she does it to pass time! I like to think you guys both have nights where you just hang out, either in her room or yours, and just. Chat and sew! Probably finds your weirdness a little endearing in it's own way; afterall never once were you malicious, in fact you're quite kind to everyone around you and are more than willing to offer second chances even to those who dont deserve it. You and ragatha would be really good friends, I think!

JAX:

Finds your weirdness a little annoying and he probably asks you a ton of stupid questions on purpose. Probably asks a stream of dumb ones before asking one he knows will peak your interest, but insist he needs to go do something when you start answering. That aside he has probably asked if you could build him a funky little gadget (that he totally wont use for mischief).. probably tries to get all buddybuddy with you because he knows you wont give it to him for the...actual reason he wants

You personally dont hate him, but theres no real solid friendship there I think

KINGER:

Ah, the two strange father figures! Both with funky interests; kingers is bugs and yours is forks! ....okay well it's hard to combine those two interest so I guess we can use a different one, mechanics! You've definitely made kinger wind up robotic bugs before, and the fact it made him happy makes you happy! You guys both have a habit of spacing out, though on different levels and for different reasons...you both mutually keep an eye on one another, though!

You've probably dreamed of building a flying machine and escaping this place at least once, leaving with kinger. Too bad the reality isnt going to be that simple.. besides you'd bring everyone with you anyways

ZOOBLE:

honestly they get annoyed how sometimes you dont give direct answers and be vague when you're asked for a solution. It's not that you're trying to be malicious or incompetent, youre just trying to push for everyone to get creative and explore the world around them themselves, you know? Finds it a little off how you sometimes zone out, as if youre thinking about a dozen things at once... but nonetheless, zooble cant bring themselves to hate you. In fact you have this weird comforting aura around you.

GANGLE:

Youre so so nice with her and always trying to build her up. And honestly I think that's so sweet. Hugs. Give hugs! Side note I bet itward gives the most comforting hugs so by extension the reader gives the most comforting hugs!! You're always there to stand up for her, too, when people *cough cough jax* are mean to her. You probably also try to helo her make a new mask... not like "oh you help her fix her masks" no I mean like you try to make her a mask that's made of a stronger material so it's harder to break

Honestly I cant see a romantic relationship between a reader like this and gangle, I personally see it more as close friends or even found family

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

Panaceum deleted scene

A yo, I promised to post the part I cut out during the editing because it was bad for the narration flow. Essentially, at first instead of having the whole conversation with Angel via text, Valentino invited him to the studio, just to exercise his control and waste Angel's time. It would be in character. But storytelling wise it was an unnecessary complication that didn't do any favor to pacing.

So, yeah, I would say "enjoy" but it's just Valentino being a terrible person so I just say: tw // abuse

Valentino sneaks out of Vox’s apartment and heads to his office. Though the office might be a misleading label. This is the place of pleasure and power, not paperwork. Plush, velvet-upholstered sofas beckon invitingly, their curves accentuated by the soft glow of dimmed, amber lighting. A mirrored wall stretches from floor to ceiling, reflecting the room's decadent ambiance and adding an illusion of endless space. Against one wall stands a well-stocked bar, gleaming with crystal decanters and polished glassware. The rich aroma of aged whiskey and exotic liqueurs fills the air, mingling with the faint scent of incense and musky cologne. In the center of the room, a small pole dance platform awaits – an invitation for potential new stars, and a promise to Valentino’s guests.

As he waits for Angel Dust, Valentino puts on some music – one of his own albums – and methodically removes all the VoxTek cameras from the ceiling, one by one.

Their absence is the first thing Angel notices upon his arrival. Stepping through the door, he quickly surveys the room, likely gauging the level of danger he’s in, and immediately questions:

“No show today?” His tone carries a hint of challenge, but Valentino detects the undercurrent of curiosity in his voice. Understandably so – everyone in Vees' inner circle knows that Valentino is always under the watchful eyes of VoxTek cameras and has never expressed dissatisfaction with it. He’s a performer after all, always more than willing to put on a show for his biggest fan.

Valentino arches an eyebrow, his gaze piercing and judgmental as he ignites his cigarette. "Nothing worth watching. Jesus, look how fat you got. Giving up coke doesn't serve you well, Angel Cakes," he comments with a cruel smile, the smoke swirling around him.

"What do you want, Val?" Angel responds, his tone steady despite the tension radiating from his body. He holds Valentino's gaze, unwilling to yield an inch. Yet, beneath his facade of confidence he visibly struggles against an invisible force, as if he's constantly battling against the weight of Valentino's influence. He tries to convince himself that he feels nothing, but it's just pointless. Valentino has woven himself into every fiber of Angel's being, leaving an indelible mark of his control.

“Sit down.” Commands Valentino instead of answering and Angel immediately sinks into the big, comfortable chair, almost pushed into it with the contract's bonding force. Valentino gestures toward the large, golden bowl brimming with cocaine. "Treat yourself."

Angel must be fucking crazy if he thinks that he can play tough with his owner.

"I'll pass," he retorts almost mechanically, though his lack of conviction is palpable. Despite Angel's efforts to project self-control, Valentino notices the way he clenches his fist, nails biting into his palm. The scent of his discomfort and craving hangs heavy in the air and Valentino savors it, inhaling deeply. That’s the best part of playing with addicts - no matter how good they are at the game, they possess one glaring weakness that can be exploited to devastating effect. It's this knowledge that crowns the man who deals in addictions as the true king of the city.

"You know I don't like to be denied," purrs Val, the smoke from his cigarette swirling around Angel's face like a sinister caress. "Maybe I should just..." With a swift motion, he reaches out and grasps a fistful of Angel's hair. Hard. "Put your ugly face into it?"

Angel doesn't even flinch. His breath trembles slightly, but there's a calmness about him that unsettles Valentino. Could he be on sedatives? It’s not possible his Angel has become so numb and boring.

"Wouldn't be a very constructive talk then, would it?" Angel suggests, prompting a cheerful yet deeply infuriated laugh from Valentino. Laughing it off is the only way he can prevent himself from succumbing to the urge to lash out and check how many hits to the table Angel’s head needs before it cracks open. It's maddening when his toys fail to perform as expected.

"Look at you, you grew some balls," Valentino remarks, releasing Angel's hair and ruffling it affectionately. "But you are right. I need you to arrange a meeting with the Radio Demon."

Angel frowns, adjusting his suit with a hint of theatrical irritation.

“Can't you like, do it yourself?” he asks and he fucking dares to be annoyed with Valentino’s demand.

“Oh what do you think I should do? Call his hell phone? Message him on sinstagram? Visit in person?” Velntino snarks, rolling his eyes. “You stupid bitch.”

Angel simply nods, acknowledging Valentino's response, and takes a moment to consider his own options. "Yeah, I can ask him," he concedes, probably realizing he has little to lose by doing Val this favor and perhaps even less to gain by refusing. "But you know how he is. Can't really force him to do anything."

"No need to force, though I'd like to see you trying," Valentino huffs, exhaling another cloud of red smoke that envelops Angel's body like a possessive embrace. "Just tell him I want to make a deal," he adds, noting the surprise in Angel's widened eyes as they once again dart towards the broken cameras.

"Me. No one else," Valentino clarifies before Angel can voice his unspoken question. It's amusing how his pet always skirts around mentioning Vox's name, as if uttering it could summon him, despite the fact that Vox's invisible presence has long been intertwined with their relationship. Or perhaps because of it.

"But if I do it, you can't tell him I had anything to do with it," Angel asserts, a hint of fear finally creeping into his voice.

“Fuck, I really was too soft on you if you are seriously more afraid of Vox than me,” Valentino scoffs, shaking his head. But honestly, understands. He has never been able to bring himself to finish Angel's miserable existence - both, out of sentiment and cruelty. Vox however, jealous of Valentino's attention just waits for the right moment when Val gets bored with his doll and he will be finally permitted to dismember it and burn what remains. He explicitly told Angel once, because that much Valentino allowed him. Vox is always so entreating when he lets his sadism to shine through the perfect mask.

"You know that if he learns that I helped you betray him—" Angel begins, anxiously nibbling on his sleeve, but before he can finish, Valentino smacks the table with such force that it cracks under his palm.

"I'm not a sellout bitch like you," Valentino growls, baring his teeth, like he was ready to rip Angel’s neck.

"Okay. Okay. I..." Angel takes a deep breath, desperately searching for the right words to defuse the escalating tension. He realizes a few seconds too late how badly he fucked up. It's enough to instill genuine fear of what he might have triggered. “Misinterpreted the situation.”

"Like hell," Valentino hisses, fixing him with a murderous glare. "Now fuck off before I make this meeting about you."

Angel doesn't need to be told twice. He scrambles off the armchair, finally released from Valentino's earlier command, and hastens out of the room. As the door closes behind him, Valentino sinks back onto the couch, lighting another cigarette in an attempt to quell his emotions. He knows he just needs to see this through to the end, and then Vox will be the one left worrying about plans and consequences. Oh, Vox. Vox would undoubtedly be ecstatic if Valentino got rid of Angel. Perhaps it would be the definitive proof to the Media Overlord that Valentino's heart belongs solely to him, finally securing Vox's confidence in their relationship. Though he definitely would be disappointed that he didn’t have a chance to turn the last hours of Angel’s life into some fucked up snuff movie. But one can’t have everything.

Valentino finishes his cigarette and decides to get to work. He must keep himself busy waiting for Alastor’s answer, and cameras must roll if he doesn’t want to listen to Vox whining when he will finally check the books again.

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member being babysat by Girls Generation (SNSD)

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that my friend AlexHarris661 who gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Hi I really love your book. I want to request can you do where y/n is still a minor (like 14) and the members have a schedule until late night and they left y/n with girls generation and they all love her and she took a liking at Tiffany who thought y/n is adorable hugging a stuff dinosaur. They play games and feed y/n and at night Tiffany cuddle y/n to sleep and y/n want to visit them again because she had a lot of fun with them.

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The city of Seoul sparkled under the night sky as TWICE hurriedly made their way to their packed schedule. It was a typical day in the life of K-pop idols, and as always, their tightly packed itinerary left them with little time for anything else. However, today was different because they were faced with an unexpected situation... Y/N, their youngest member, who was only fourteen years old, had a school event that required her attendance.

As they gathered in their dressing room, concern etched on their faces, Nayeon, aka mom number 2, addressed the issue. 

Nayeon - I know we're all swamped with our schedule today, but our kid has a school event that she can't miss. We can't leave her alone at the dorm, so I was thinking... What if we ask Girls' Generation if they could look after her for the day?

The members nodded in agreement, relieved that there was a solution to their predicament. They knew that Girls' Generation were not only their seniors but also friendly and caring idols who had a deep bond with TWICE. It was a fortunate coincidence that they had a day off.

Jihyo, TWICE's reliable leader and Y/N's omma, took out her phone and quickly dialled a number. 

Jihyo - I'll call Taeyeon unnie. She's usually the one we talk to.

Within moments, Taeyeon answered the call. After a brief conversation, they arranged for TWICE's sunshine to spend the day with Girls' Generation. Despite the hectic schedule ahead, the TWICE members felt a weight lifted off their shoulders, knowing that Y/N would be in good hands.

As Y/N arrived at Girls' Generation's spacious apartment, she was met with warm smiles and welcoming hugs from the legendary K-pop group. The members of Girls' Generation had always been like big sisters to her, and she felt at ease in their presence.

Taeyeon, the group's leader, ruffled Y/N's hair affectionately. 

Taeyeon - We're so glad you're here, baby. It's going to be a fun day with us.

Y/N beamed up at Taeyeon.

Y/N - I'm excited, unnie!

The other members gathered around, introducing themselves to TWICE's angel and making her feel right at home. Sunny, Sooyoung, Yuri, Seohyun, and Hyoyeon all had a unique warmth about them, and it didn't take long for Y/N to feel like she was part of their family.

But it was Tiffany, with her bright smile and warm eyes, who captured Y/N's heart from the moment they met. Tiffany knelt down to the younger girl's eye level and extended her hand. 

Tiffany - Hi, sweetie. I'm Tiffany. I've heard so much about you.

Y/N shook Tiffany's hand shyly, feeling a flush of excitement. 

Tiffany - I know who you are! You're my favourite member!

Tiffany's eyes twinkled with delight (her moon eyes when she smiles are so cute). 

Tiffany - Really? That's so sweet of you to say!

The youngest's face lit up as she reached into her bag and pulled out a stuffed dinosaur. It was her favourite plush toy, and she held it out to Tiffany. 

Y/N - This is Dino, my best friend!

Tiffany took the stuffed dinosaur, hugging it close to her heart. 

Tiffany - Wow, Dino is so cool! You have excellent taste, babygirl.

The bond between Y/N and Tiffany grew stronger as they spent the day together. Tiffany showed the girl around the apartment, letting her explore the world of Girls' Generation. They played games, sang together, and even danced to some of TWICE and Girls' Generation's hit songs. Tiffany was impressed by Y/N's talent and enthusiasm.

As the day progressed, the members of Girls' Generation took turns preparing meals for Y/N. They made her favourite dishes and made sure she had a variety of delicious food to choose from. TWICE's lovebug was amazed by their culinary skills and felt incredibly spoiled by the attentive care they showed her.

By the time evening rolled around, Y/N was starting to feel a little tired. Tiffany noticed her yawning and gave a suggestion.

Tiffany - How about we get you ready for bed, sweetie?

Y/N nodded, suddenly feeling a bit shy. 

Y/N - Okay, unnie...

Tiffany helped her dongsang change into her pyjamas and tucked her into a cosy bed. As Y/N snuggled under the blankets, Tiffany leaned down and kissed her forehead. 

Tiffany - Goodnight, pet. Sweet dreams.

Y/N - Goodnight, unnie. *whispering with her eyes drooping with exhaustion*

Tiffany lingered by Y/N's bedside for a moment, watching the young girl drift off to sleep. She couldn't help but smile at how adorable and precious Y/N looked, clutching her stuffed dinosaur tightly. Tiffany had always loved children, and this kid had a special place in her heart.

Once Y/N was sound asleep, Tiffany quietly left the room and joined the other Girls' Generation members in the living room. They sat together, reminiscing about the fun day they had with Y/N.

Yuri spoke up, her voice filled with warmth. 

Yuri - She's such a sweet and well-behaved young girl. I can see why TWICE adores her so much.

Sunny nodded in agreement. 

Sunny - It's been a while since we had a little one around. She reminds me of when we were rookies.

Tiffany couldn't help but gush about Y/N like a proud mom. 

Tiffany - She's just so adorable, especially with her stuffed dinosaur. I could cuddle with her all day.

The other members laughed at Tiffany's confession, knowing how much she adored TWICE's cutie pie. It was heartwarming to see the usually glamorous and charismatic idol turn into a soft-hearted and affectionate caretaker.

As the night wore on, Tiffany decided to spend some more time with Y/N. She quietly entered the room and saw the young girl sleeping peacefully. Tiffany carefully climbed into the bed, making sure not to disturb the young girl. She wrapped her arms around Y/N and held her close, feeling the warmth of their shared embrace.

In her sleep, Y/N instinctively snuggled closer to Tiffany, burying her face in the older idol's chest. Tiffany smiled, her heart filled with love and contentment. She couldn't imagine a more precious moment than this.

The next morning, Y/N woke up to find herself still wrapped in Tiffany's comforting embrace. She blinked up at Tiffany, her eyes wide with surprise. 

Y/N - Unnie, did you sleep here all night?

Tiffany nodded with a tender smile.

Tiffany - I wanted to make sure you were safe and sound, sweetheart.

Y/N's heart swelled with affection for her new older sister or mom (lol). 

Tiffany - Thank you, unnie. You're the best!

After a hearty breakfast prepared by the Girls' Generation members, it was time for Y/N to return home. She gave each member a tight hug and thanked them for the wonderful day and night she had spent with them.

Tiffany knelt down to Y/N's eye level and whispered.

Tiffany - You're welcome to visit us anytime, boo. We had so much fun with you, and we'd love to have you back.

Y/N's eyes lit up with excitement. 

Y/N - I'll definitely come back, unnie. I had the best time ever!

Y/N had spent an unforgettable day and night with Girls' Generation, and as she returned home, she couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment. The memories of their time together filled her heart with joy.

As she stepped into the TWICE dorm, her fellow members greeted her with hugs and smiles. They could see the happiness radiating from her, and they were eager to hear about her day with Girls' Generation.

Jihyo - Dinner is ready, baby! Come join us at the table.

Y/N eagerly joined her unnies for dinner, amusing them with stories of her adventures with Girls' Generation. She recounted how kind and caring they had been, and how much fun they had together. The members of TWICE listened with interest, their smiles growing wider with each passing story.

Nayeon - It sounds like you had an amazing time, kid.

Jeongyeon - We're so glad you got to spend time with Girls' Generation. They're like family to us.

As the evening wore on, Y/N's thoughts kept drifting back to her day with Girls' Generation. She had felt so loved and cherished by both her TWICE sisters and her new friends. It was an experience she wouldn't soon forget.

After dinner, as TWICE's honey was getting ready for bed, she couldn't shake the feeling of longing to see Girls' Generation again. She knew that it might be some time before their schedules aligned for another visit, but she couldn't help but express her desire.

As she entered the living room, where some of the members were gathered, she took a deep breath and spoke from her heart. 

Y/N - Unnies, I had the best time with Girls' Generation, and I really miss them already. Do you think we could visit them again sometime?

Momo, Sana, and Mina, the J-line, exchanged knowing glances. They could see the genuine happiness and connection Y/N had formed with Girls' Generation, and they couldn't deny her request.

Momo spoke up as her eyes filled with understanding. 

Momo - Of course, darling. We'll do our best to arrange another visit soon. You've found a special bond with them, and we want you to be happy.

Sana and Mina nodded in agreement. 

Mina - We'll make it happen, lovely girl.

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude for her caring and supportive unnies. She knew that she was fortunate to have not one, but two incredible groups of idols who loved and cared for her like family.

As she settled into bed that night, she couldn't help but smile. She had found a place in both TWICE and Girls' Generation, surrounded by people who cherished and adored her. She knew that the future held more wonderful moments and memories with her two idol families, and she couldn't wait for the next time she would get to see Girls' Generation and bask in their love once again. And as she fell asleep, she could only have one thought:

I love my dear chosen family.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[moonstruckdraws]

Luci Interacts Pt 2

technically it's the next day so technically I'm allowed to draw so- yeah I'll stop making excuses, I was so sooo bored

So! This is how Luci interacts with the Mad Dogz (there's a lot of reading, so just a heads up)

Luci: sigh "I hate how much you get me." Raph: "Ha ha! Really? Glad we can relate to each other."

When Luci first saw Raph, she thought he was so badass and be cool and spunky. Needless to say that she was immediately disappointed when she learned that he was a more of a softie, and she kind of dismissed any interactions with him. That is until she goes to their lair for the first time and sees his room and her eyes go to his stuffed toy collection. Raph would ramble on and on about them, and Luci would get invested. Luci doesn't fully understand the appeal, but when he gifts her a plush, she finds it oddly comforting and is always somewhere within her reach when she goes to bed. Their relationship expanded from there with Raph's room becoming another one of her safe spaces. Luci and Raph would relate with each other's anger issues (someone clearly having it much worse) and he would be one of the only people she'd talk about some of her issues with. Raph even shows her methods to deal with her short temper, which doesn't really work but the effort is what counts. Their bond is close but they don't do much aside from these small therapeutic talks in Raph's room. They have small talk, but don't have that much in common.

"I find Raph to be kind, and not in the suspicious way like that Beaver, and compassionate. He's a good friend to have and his fiery spirit to fighting makes him even cooler! I gotta have him teach me some moves. Maybe I can kick that trash eater's *** if I do. Speaking of him, the big guy loses some points for being all buddy buddy with the trash eater. Though knowing him.. it can't be helped so.. I don't hold it against him harshly."

Luci: "We're definitely killing this guy, right?" Donnie: "Oh we are going to ANNIHILATE them, my friend."

Luci is the closets with Donnie! She finds his sarcasm very charming and his sass being on the same level as hers. These two would verbally destroy ANYONE if they stood in the way (they're the mean girls). When they first met, Luci wasn't interested in him at all since he kept to himself. It was only when she meets S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N for the first time that she gets interested in what Donnie actually does. Luci is very interested in Donnie's tech, in contrast to Pico, mainly because of the lights. She also finds the sounds that they make to be quite pleasant. Luci zones out at everything Donnie says until she tells him to shut up; but if it's any kind of math, she's immediately invested and will assist in any equations Donnie is working on for projects. Her working in the junkyard, when it came to repossessing cars, she's actually a bit handy with tools. She's no expert but she can get things running, even if only barely, so she helps with what she can with building Donnie's inventions. Aside from them bonding over tinkering, they also watch tv shows together, mostly sci-fi related or specific dramas. Luci likes how Donnie is also straight forward like Repo and appreciates people like this because their simpler to understand. Adding the fact that Donnie is a terrible liar, she can read his ques even easier because she's still trying to understand them since being mutated. He's also the most helpful to her when overwhelmed from the blaring lights and constant noise of New York.

"Dee is pretty cool, ignoring his terrible music tastes. He's a bit talkative on things I don't understand, but his passion has my respect. His lab is the most interesting thing with all those robo things. I like tinkering with things in there, mainly big shelves he neglects to bolt correctly, so I tighten or loosen them so they're actually stable. Who knew a genius like him could forget the damn basics with simple things. I try to stay away from any of his bigger projects though.. the engines can be very loud.. And I hate to say it, but I understand the trash eater's point with robots. They don't gotta be everywhere doin' everythin' but they are handy. I like assembling them more then the end results and functions of 'em."

Leo: "Okay okay, you're gonna love this next joke" Luci: "Pff- please no more! They're so bad!" Luci: "LEOOOOOO YOU MOTHERF-"

Luci and Leo have a weird dynamic. One moment, they could be chill and cool and the next, Luci will want to rip Leo's head off. Luci likes Leo's sass and sharp wits and actually finds some of his jokes funny, though she doesn't do more than snort at them. Luci instantly liked Leo with his charisma, but finds him to be annoying. For a long time they would only be sassy with one another and their relationship wouldn't grow until Leo catches Luci watching tv, specifically a dramatic romance (for a reason I'll elaborate on another time). Leo would instantly be invested and the two of them would watch romances, dramas, and reality tv shows together. This grows them closer, but Leo's mischievous side screws with Luci a bit. Luci doesn't understand the concept of pranks as a way of messing with someone in a lighthearted way and instead sees it as an insult. Everytime Leo pranks her, she will literally hunt him down and attack him. She forgives him at the end of the day, but her lack of understanding and Leo's inability to not mess with someone, leaves their relationship stuck in this wishy-washy state of being good friends to awkward acquaintances.

"I like Leo, I really do but.. I just don't get 'im sometimes. He's the most fun to hang out with, but then he does things that make me angry and it's supposed to be treated as not a big deal. I've seen his brothers act the same way as I do at his antics, but we always seem distant by the end of it.. it's so confusing, honestly. Why are people so confusing? It makes me wonder why I should have friends at all sometimes. But then again, I know they have my back so.. clearly it's not all confusing, right?"

Mikey: "Hey Luci! How've you been? Still trying to fully tame Mrs. Nubbins and stuff..?" Luci: "Hm? Oh, yeah I guess."

Luci is indifferent towards Mikey. At first, Luci was untrusting towards Mikey as his brightness reminded her of Todd's kindness. She avoided him the most out of all the brothers, and their relationship took the longest to develop. But she'd notice all the drawings on the wall or the fridge and get sucked in by the splashes of colors. She finds out it's Mikey by catching him draw at one point. She'd observe from a distance before it became their little activity for Mikey to draw and Luci to just watch. It was a comfortable silence for them, and Mikey would be cheerful that they'd be growing closer. That is until the "Nothing But Truffle" episode when Mikey ditches Todd for Meat Sweats. Luci is aware that Mikey is a major fan of Meat Sweats and understood his desire to be friends with him; she even understood him leaving Todd to hang out with him. The problem was that, despite not liking Todd, she didn't like Mikey's actions. She didn't understand how he could easily cast away someone he considered a friend for a person they didn't even really know, instead idolized. This kind of broke their relationship as Luci started getting confused again. She wondered if Mikey would do the same thing to her, thinking a bit selfishly but its justified in this case. She gains a bit of sympathy for Pico when she sees his clear distaste towards Mikey's actions. As it stands now, they don't hang out unless someone else is present, and even then Luci won't initiate conversations. Luci is stuck on whether she can trust Mikey and wanting to at the same time. The situation is very confusing to her, so she acts like how she did when they first met, dismissive. (Mikey just cannot win, can he?)

"My thoughts on Mikey..? He's.. he's artistic, very talented in that. He's spunky and bright, I guess. And he's... I don't want to answer this anymore."

[siremasterlawrence]

BHAFTA Part 1

British Hypnosis Academy Of Television and Film Arts has a feverish premiere week after a strange young man infiltrated the grand ole academy for the longterm and so many changes have happened. The school has been rebranded with a new lifestyle training Academy I have a new type of training to install in the students and my plan has to get going to be unfurled out of controlled.I made a list of British actors who came to my aid after the announcement saying it’s good for change and I approached many of them starting with the former man of mystery James Bond.

The red carpet rolls out ultra plush towards The Academy who will relaunch a million careers and spring forth a thousand more with a simple trigger word everyone who signs this contract will be at my mercy to mold. Daniel Craig’s limo parks as the door swings open revealing the man of martini shaken not stirred, he takes a step forward hand ready to shake mine as I grab it shaking it fiercely with one hand and offering out my other hand.A contract with a quilt pen laying on it in a magical fashion he picks up and beginning to sign a contract without reading it at all in excitement because he felt utter compelled to do so because he felt so deeply in need of him.The crowd electrically erupting in a baffle of excitement roars up in to the air streaking from wall to wall with screams hitting brand new heights and hitting new ridiculous levels as his mind is shook to the core as we shook firmly. The fiery minute we touch hands as we set something so embedded inside of him it is lit much like a match stick with a forest fire metastasizing throughout his body and without any bit of effort he succumbs.The light in his pupils erasing from existence fading into the anonymity of time and space forever into the void and eventually he left totally empty devoid of anything except for all that I command. Taking control leading him to the side of The BHAFTA Academy as we snuck into the true massively gigantic building in the Great City of London and we enter the side doors avoid every fan and photographer pinning him in to the wall. Pressing my body on the wall we go skin to skin matching every inch and crevice before we kiss a little leading to a longterm make our season because we fell deeply in love for each other. I place his back on to the wall putting in a few codes as he stares at me mindlessly swallowing his body in to the wall as he spun to the side and the walls open up as he drops down a slide.

“OI Mate! You super seeded to the head of the academy.” Tom Hardy calls to me.

“Can I help you Tom?”

“I am interested “

“Would you like to have a conversation?”

“Bloody yeah!”

“Wait for me in that small inclosure “

“Yes sure “

“Don’t interrupt us”

“Yes sir”

“Please pitch “

“I am Tom Hardy and I think I could be that spokesperson.”

“Well Daniel Craig is interested “

“Against me? I don’t think so”

“Cocky huh?”

“What if I am?”

“No! You are not !”

“Excuse me!”

“You are insecure “

“Now listen here”

“Or what punk?”

“What’s going on?”

“The door is closing”

“The lights are flickering off”

“Ssshhhh!”

“Don’t shush me”

“Zip it Hardy”

“Focus on your life “

“It flashes back and forth “

“Enter my school”

“You are hired “

“Tom Ellis”

“Where is Hardy?”

“He’s busy “

“My new spokesperson “

“That was insanely quick”

“Bloody hell!”

“Cheeky”

“Am I?”

“So unfair “

“Why?”

“Did you want it?”

“Maybe possibly “

“Well I have to go”

“No! STOP!”

“Baby please “

“Fuck me!”

“Excuse me”

“Let me prove it “

“Are you stripping?”

“Now you are naked “

“Oh My!”

“Say it”

“Goodness “

“Oh come on!”

“What?”

“Swear it!”

“Hmmm”

“Fuck”

“Much better “

“Worship me”

Andrew Garfield is the next to approaches me in a heat of lust, love and desire to begin following me to the balcony and shutting the door after he enters. He smirks at me with this red fiery rage inside of him calling to me

he stood so tall in the brush of the moon light of white decadence. I lay my right hand

on him wrapping the other over his shoulder as we dance to the silvery moon tapping his shoulders tightly and we kiss a few more moments.

“Woah! Hey! How are you doing this?”

“Making me swoon over you “

“Swoon over me?”

“Yeah babe”

“I don’t know you “

“My movies “

“I’ve seen some”

“And?”

“I loved them”

��Hell yes!”

“You are so sweet”

“Let me lift you up “

“Swoop you off of your feet”

“Hug you tight “

“Kiss you sweetly “

“Be your man”

“Take my hand “

“Love you “

“Will you serve me Andrew?”

“With my all”

“I give you my body “

“What a specimen”

“My mind”

“So easy to mind alter “

“Your life “

“Wonderful to sculpt “

“Whatever you wish!”

“Strip me please “

“I am all”

“Yes Master”

“Hey Tom! Say Cheese!”

The end