#part of the piece is thinking that every game can be “won”. maybe even thinking of it as a game at all is a failure?

[neverendingford]

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[homestylehughes]

do you two know each other?

pairing(s): jamie drysdale x fem!york sister

summary: jamie hooks up with a girl he meets at a random bar, but what happens when the girl he hooked up with is he roommate and teammates sister?

warnings: fluff, sweet, and shy reader and jamie. pure filth smut 18+, oral fem!reciving, dirty talk. pet names, use of y/n.

wc: 4.4k

an: hi loveessssss!!! jamic fic...with smut;). also i actually dont know how this is 4.4k words dont ask me what happened... i got realllyyyyyy carried away. BUT I LOVE THIS. this was sent to me as request and boy did i eat it UP, so thank you sooo much for whoever requested. hopefully you read it and enjoy!!! i loved writing this sooo much. i hope you guys all enjoy, more things coming veryyyy soon. be sure to send in any blurbs or ideas you guys have for me i love talking and hearing from you guys. like and reblog if you enjoy. as always much love <3

happy reading <3

 Jamie doesnt even know how he got here, or why he's even in this club. Sitting at the table nursing a beer, that's now going lukewarm from having it for so long. He doesn't know why his mood is so down, the flyers have won their last 5 games, he's happy to be in philly

Sure he misses Trevor and the rest of his past teammates, but he's fitting in well here and he likes it. Maybe he's lonely? Who knows at this point, all he knows is he'd rather be anywhere but here.  “Jamieeee buddy!!! Cheer up!!!! Go get laid!!!” one of his drunk teammates yells out at him from across the bar. A small chuckle rips through his body, as he looks back at his teammate raising his beer with a smile. 

Finally killing off the beer, he makes his way to the bar to get a new one, leaning against the counter, waiting for the bartender. All of the sudden Jamie feels something or someone's body crash into his left side. 

“Oh my gosh, i'm so so sorry” the sweet voice of a woman echoed in his ears. “Are you okay?” The nameless woman speaks again, holding Jamie's arms to steady herself and to look at him. “Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?” He finally speaks, the woman in front of him as to be one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen in his entire life. 

The way her hair falls, so perfectly in her face, the way her leather pants and corset fit her so well, hugging every part of her body perfectly. He swears she's an angel. 

“Yes, I'm okay. I'm so sorry, some guy ran into me and you happened to be here and you know.. I ran into you.'' The woman pauses, blowing air from her lips, the plump lips Jamie can't help but stare at while she's talking. “Basically what I'm saying is, I'm sorry. Can I buy you a drink?” 

Buy him a drink? A very attractive, seamly sweet woman bumps into him by accident and is now offering to buy him a drink? Maybe this night isn't as bad as it seems.

“Oh no you don't have too, i promise all is good '' he says back to her, “please i insist” she again counters. “Okay fine, but i'm buying the next round if you'd like.” he says with a small smile. “Sounds good to me.” she says, returning a smile. Even her smile is perfect, he thinks to himself. 

Waving down the bartender, “hi! Can I get two highmoons please!” she says smiling at the bartender, handing him a 20, telling him to keep the change, yelling a thank you. Before grabbing the two drinks in front of him, handing one to Jamie, before leaning in closer. “Do you wanna go somewhere quieter?” she whispers into his ear. 

Jamie nods in response, holding out his arm out, so she can grab his hand, grabbing it quickly, warmth flooding through the both of them, as Jamie leads them through the crowded bar, back towards the table James was once at. 

“Thank you, I'm sorry i couldnt hear you up there,” she quietly says, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “You say sorry alot, nothing to apologize for” he replies looking at her, taking her in, in a different light. She still looks beautiful. “I'm sor- actually nevermind. Oh! Im y/n” she says holding out her hand for Jamie to shake, “jamie” he says as he shakes her hand. 

“So Jamie, what are you doing here?” she asks, while taking a sip of her bear. “Honestly I don't know, I didn't really want to come here tonight.”

“Me either, my friends made me come tonight, they said i needed to stop acting like a grandma, pulling me out of my comfy bed, put me in this” she says juestering to her outfit. “So now i'm here, talking to a guy..that i find cute” she finishes saying the last part quietly, hoping that Jamie did not register what she said, but he does.

“Well I'm glad you're here, you saved me from a night of boredom. Now i'm talking to this girl that i find..cute” he says leaning towards her from across the table with a smile. 

“Oh really?” she says with a glimmer in her eyes 

“Mhm, wouldn't say it if it wasn't true pretty girl.'' Jamie replies with a smirk on his face. “So Jamie, tell me what you do? Tell me your story” she says leaning even closer to him across the time, so close that she can make out the freckles that are scattered across his face so beautifully. “Well, where do I begin?” he laughs out before speaking again.

This is how it was the whole night, laughs, smiles, flirty remarks were being thrown around all night. Jamie telling her about his hockey career, being transferred from anaheim to philly. You couldn't imagine the excitement that spread through her when he said that, being a hockey fan herself growing up all around it thanks to her brother. 

They spent hours talking about anything and everything, from childhoods, to first kisses. Being so caught up in their conversation either of them realized their full drinks were now empty, not bothering to get another. 

The tension between y/n and Jamie grew over the few hours that they spent together. y/n checking her phone to see that it was now close to 2 a.m., knowing that it's probably time to head home, even though she didn't want to anyway and especially not alone.

“It's getting late” she says looking at Jamie, “oh yeah, shit it is” Jamie says glancing at his watch at the time. 

“How far do you live from here? I can walk you home if you'd like?” Jamie says, hoping she says yes, not wanting this night to end just yet. “I do actually, just around the block,  I'll be more than happy to have you walk me home.” y/n says smiling brightly at him.

“Well let's get you home.'' Jamie says, getting up from his seat. Once again he holds out his hand for y/n to grab, leading her through the still crowded bar towards the exit. The cool air nips at their skin as they walk outside. 

“Which way?” Jamie asks now looking at y/n, taking in her features in the natural light. Even though it's dark out the street light and lights from the bar luminate her skin beautifully. 

“Left” she replies, as she also takes in jamies appearance, he's even prettier outside she thinks to herself. 

They began to walk in the direction of her apartment, making simple small talk as they do, their hands still closed together. After the 10 or so minute walk to her apartment, they arrive now standing outside her door. 

Now standing in front of each other, Jamie realizes how much he wants to kiss her, stepping a little closer to y/n, “i'd really like to kiss you right now, if that's okay” he softly says tilting his head down closer to hers. “I'd really like you to kiss me right now” y/n whispers back to him. 

Not a beat later, Jamie's lips are y/n’s, the kiss is sweet, not rushed, their lips moving together. Jamie's hands moving from beside him to her face grabbing her cheeks, pulling her close as if she's going to disappear any second. y/n’s hands finding the back of his head, tucking her fingers in between his soft black locks. 

They finally pull apart after a few minutes, their chests rising and falling quickly, eyes locked together. Now she really doesnt want him to go home now, and neither is jamie. “I don't do one night stands' ' y/n quickly says, staring at Jamie, “me neither, so let's not make it a one time thing "Jamie says before finding his way back to her lips, pulling her into another kiss.

This kiss is more urgent and hotter than the last, his tongue sliding into her mouth, his hand moving down to her waist pulling her body into his. 

“Jamie” she says breathlessly, as he pulls away from her lips, trails kisses down her exposed neck. Small moans are leaving her lips as she feels her knees growing weaker and weaker for him.

“Jamie” she says louder now, pulling away from him slightly. His eyes finding hers, blown with lust, “inside.” is all she says before pulling him up the steps of her apartment. Fishing her keys out of her purse to unlock the door, she can feel Jamie's front against her back, leaning down to pepper her neck with more kisses, making it harder to open her door.

Once the floor finally opens their stumbling inside, y/n dropping her purse on the floor not caring where anything goes. Their lips move together once again, as she walks them backwards further into her place. 

“Jump '' Jamie mumbles against her lips, immediately following his orders, she quickly jumps wrapping her legs to his waist, Jamie walking her through her place. 

“First room on the left” y/n lets out before watching her lips back jamies. Pushing the door to her room open quickly, finding her bed, tossing her back on it. 

y/n’s chest rising and falling quickly as Jamie looks down at her, “you're so beautiful” he says before lowering himself between her legs and is open for his invitation. 

y/n’s hands finding his hair pulling him against her again, their lips fighting against each other. Moving one of her hands from his hair to under the shirt he's wearing tracing her hand along his bare sides, feeling his muscles contract under her touch. 

Wanting to feel all of him, she pulls at Jamie's shirt wanting him to take it off. Getting the message quickly Jamie lifts his lips from hers, leaning himself up and slipping his shirt off, tossing it somewhere in her bedroom before reconnecting their lips. Her hands now explore the plains of his bare back. 

“Not fair that my shirt is off but yours isn't” Jamie says from above her, “well take it off then”. Jamie doesnt need to be told twice, quickly flipping them over, settling his back against the headboard, pulling her into his lap. His hands quickly found the clasps on the back of her top, unhooking them one by one, while kissing her neck. The small moans y/n lets out from above him, make him harder by the second.

Pulling the now unclasped top from her body, watching the straps fall from her shoulder, as he takes in her bare chest. He can't help but reach out to hold her breast in his hands, the smooth warm kiss pulling him in. “fuck you’re so beautiful ” he rasps out, leaning forward, wrapping his lips around her left lip, his eyes remaining locked with y/n’s. “Fuck” she moans out, the feeling of jamie warm mouth wrapping around her nipple is sending her whole body into a blaze. 

She can feel the heat between her legs grow by the second, feeling his hardened cock resting in the inside of her left thigh. Taking matters into her own hands, deciding to grind their hips together. Jamie's lips instantly fell from their assault on her breast. A strangled moan falling from his lips, as he watches her grind herself against him.

“Fuck y/n” he groans out as her hips hit just the right spot on his hardened cock. “I need you Jamie please” y/n says breathlessly, looking down at him with lust in her eyes. 

Flipping them over again, Jamie starts making his way to her pants, kissing down her body, until he gets to her top button. Looking up at her making sure it's okay before he takes them off, “yes please” y/n says lifting her hips up to help him take them off. Her pants are off now, just leaving her in her white cotton underwear. 

Jamie leaning back on his heels, taking a good look at her. “There's so many things i want to do to you right now” Jamie says, while trailing his hands up her bare legs, spreading her thighs getting a better look at the wet patch that’s now formed on her underwear from how wet she is. 

“Please do something, Jamie please.” y/n sys getting more antster by the second. “Where do you want me, pretty girl?” Jamie says before pressing a kiss to her core, breathing her scent, his mouth watering instantly. “I want you to fuck me, please”. “Okay pretty girl, since you've been so good to me, '' he says. Working to undo his belt and pants, unbuttoning them before pulling them down his legs. “I wanna see all of you Jamie” y/n whines out too. “You will baby, you will, but first i wanna taste you” he says, now hooking his fingers under her underwear. “Is that okay, baby?” pressing kisses to the inside of her thighs, waiting for her response. 

y/n’s brain is mush she can hardly think, he's barely touched her and she's already out of it. “Yes' ' she says finally, looking down at him, Jamie remains in eye contact as he pulls her underwear down her legs. The soft fabric hitting her ankles before completely pulling them off her body. Her body now completely exposed to Jamie, usually she'd run to cover herself up, but the way he's looking down on her body, like he wants to eat her alive, is changing her mind. 

“I've thought about how you'd taste, all night” kissing his way back to her core. Pressing a soft kiss to it, before spreading her lips, finding her clit immediately. “Oh my god” y/n moans out her back lifting from the bed. Jamie hands pinning her hips down. His tongue begins exploring her cunt, sucking and licking every part of her as he could. The sounds coming out from above him are music to his ears, he never wants to stop hearing them. 

“Fuck jamie right there” y/n says a certian thrust of his tongue in her cunt, has her hands flying to his hair, pushing his face furthe into her cunt. Jamie doesn't let up, continuing to lap her up like a starving man. 

“Im almost there fuck. Please done stop” and jamie doesnt, sliping a finger into her tight hole, he begins fucking her with is fingers, his lips still wrapped around her clit. Don't stop and ragged moans fall from her lips as she begins to cum. “Im cumming fuck” y/n moans out, jamie increases his pace, fucking her with two fingers now, feeling her seize around them. 

Her head pushed as far into the pillow as it can go, her jaw open as she cums, her legs shaking as she tries to close them., but jamies strong hands hold them open, as he continues to fuck through her orgasm. 

y/n’s chest falling and rising quickly, trying to recover from her orgasim, lifting her head down to look at Jamie, who's looking back at her. “Fuck.” is all he says before climbing back up the bed to her, reconnecting their lips. Tasting herself in his mouth makes her mind go dizzy. “Need you fuck me jamie” y/n whines pulling back to look him in the eyes. “Want to ride you, please” trailing one of her hands to his hardened cock in his boxers, running her fingertips along the covered ridged length, her mouth watering, at the feeling.

“Yes, pretty girl” he moans, dropping his head into her neck, as he feels her hand run across his hard-on. Pulling himself off of her, slipping back into a sitting position in her bed, y/n helping him pull his boxers down. His hardened cock falling out, precome painted along the tip, his pretty cock staring at her, begging her to put her mouth on it. 

Moving her hands to the base of his cock, the weight of it in her hands, causes her to let out a low moan. Jamie's mouth hanging open, looking at her with half hooded eyes waiting for her next move. Settling her thighs on either side of his thighs rubbing her thumb over his precum covered tip, Jamie moans out from above her. “Baby please do something” he says urgently, grabbing her hips, helping her lift up, y/n lines up his cock with her entrance, slowly sinking down on it. 

“Oh my gosh” y/n says once she's fully sat on his length, jamies hands are hips hold her in place. Their eyes finding each other again, “you look so beautiful” he says, bringing his hands to her face, pulling her into a soft kiss, y/n smiling into the kiss as she begins lifting herself slowly from his cock. Jamie lets out a moan against her mouth as she skinks back down on him. 

The room begins to get hotter as each snap of y/n’s hips against jamies, moans and pants fill the room. “Fuck y/n” jamie groans out to her, watching her slide down on his cock, the way her hair is falling around her face, the soft glow of light in room, highlights the thin layer of sweat that covers her body as she rides him. 

The grip Jamie has on her hips begins to tighten as he feels her tighten around her, his own orgasim also approaching. “Im almost there fuck jamie” y/n says dropping her head into his neck. “I can feel you baby, doing so good for me” leaning forward as he kisses and sucks on her exposed neck. “Look so pretty riding my cock pretty girl,” Jamie says, moving his hips to meet her thrusts. “Jamie dont stop, fuck im almost there”. 

Each snap of their hips against each other is pure magic, the sounds of their skin smacking along with their moans will enter the room. Before y/n can realize she’s cumming, her lips finding jamies as she does, her hips still moving up and down his cock. “Im cumming baby” Jamie moans out, as he goes to pull y/n off of him, grabbing his hands she stops him, “cum inside me please, im clean, on the pill.” she says looking into his eyes she can tell he’s almost there. 

“Please jamie, i want to feel you cum inside of me”, thats all it takes before jamie begins to fall apart above her, smashing his lips to hers as he cums, y/n continuing to fuck him through it, the movement of her hips never stopping. 

Her hips slowly stop moving, now just resting sitting in Jamie's lap, the sound of their breathing is the only thing you can hear in the room. Jamie bringing his hand to her face lifting it up to look in her eyes ``that was..” he trails off, struggling trying to find the right words. “That was amazing” y/n says finishing his thought with her own words. “Yeah it was,” he chuckles before giving her a soft kiss. 

“We should go get cleaned up” she says after a few moments, Jamie nodding his head in agreement. y/n lifting off him slowly, already missing the feeling of him inside her. Getting up from her bed, leading them to her bathroom, turning on the shower climbing, Jamie followed in suit with a smile on his face. 

The shower was sweet and soft taking turns washing each other, stealing a few kisses from each other once and awhile. It almost all felt too domestic, something the both of them could get used too. Climbing out of the shower, y/n handing him a towel, as she begins to dry herself off she can feel Jamie staring at her. “Everything okay?” she asks, “more than okay, didnt think my might would turn out like this” he says, taking a few steps closer to y/n grabbing her by the hips pulling her closer. “But i'm not complaining” he says with a smile, “and neither am i” she counters before leaning in for a kiss, wrapping her arms around him.  

Jamie picks her up once again, carrying her to her bedroom, laying her back down before reconnecting their lips. This is how they spend the night, all wrapped up and each other, their connection they share blossoming by each touch. 

– 

Ever since their first night together Jamie and y/n have been texting nonstop. both their schedules are super busy so they haven't been able to see each other again. That all changes tonight.

“y/n pleaseeee” cam says on the other side of the call. “I'll never ask you for anything ever again, if you come tonight. All the guys wanna see you.” he pleads again. Rubbing my head at my desk, trying to come up with an excuse to not go to a charity event the flyers are throwing but i can't come up with anything. “Okay okay, please shut up and stop begging me i’ll come with you” i finally say. “You're actually the best sister ever, I'll pick you up at 7 and wear something fancy! Gotta go to practice! Bye love you!” Cam quickly says before ending the call. 

I stare at my phone in disbelief before getting back to work again, 7 o’clock can't come fast enough. 

Trying to find something to wear to this event is going to kill me. Every dress I put on I hate. It's either two flashy or too borning. Maybe i just shouldn't go, i say to myself, knowing cam would actually kill me if i didn't. Settling on a simple black dress, quickly finishing my hair and makeup. Checking my phone to see that cam texted me that he's outside. Slipping on my shoes checking on my makeup before heading out the door. 

My phone dinging from a text message, seeing that Jamie texted me “wish you were here with me tonight, at this work event” it reads. Smiling before sending a quickly before getting into cam’s car. 

“Who's got you smiling at your phone?” is the first thing he says to me. “None of your business, don't make me leave and go back inside '' I say while snapping my seatbelt into place. 

“Okay fine” he says before pulling off, making his way to the event. Small talk fills the car, as we catch up, I find myself wishing I saw my brother more. Even with us living in the same city, we barely have time to see each other, his hockey schedule and demanding work schedule keep us from seeing each other. 

“Oh guess who will be there tonight?” Cam says, putting the car into park before handing his key to the valet , muttering a small thank you before heading over to my side, opening the door for me. “Who?” I ask , stepping out of the car. “My roommate, the one I told you about who transferred here a few months ago. He also plays defense. Really sweet I'm sure you guys will hit it off, "Cam says, winking at the last part. “Okay buddy, let's calm down.” I say laughing as Cam holds his arm for me to take. 

The event itself is amazing, the music, decor, everything about it, I barely have time to take it all in before cam pulls me over to a group of his teammates, throwing me into conversation with them. Sometime during our conversations Cam runs off saying he's going to find his roommate who I have not yet caught the name of, and to grab us drinks. 

Turning to talk to one of the wags that are there, I hear my name being called from behind, turning around to see Cam with drinks in his hand and Jamie standing right next to him. Jamie? What is Jamie doing here? And how does he know my brother? 

“y/n there you are!” Cam says, handing a drink to me, “y/n this is my roommate Jamie, the one who transferred from the ducks! And Jamie this is my sister y/n” my eyes are wide as I stare at Jamie, I'm sure all of the color has left my face, jamies staring back at me just as shocked as I am. 

“Hello guys?” Cam breaks the silence. “Do you two know each other?” he asks again, glancing back and forth between us. Still neither of us respond, just continuing to stare at each other. “Well since either of you are responding im going to take my drink, and your drink: he says plucking my drink out my hands. “And I'm going to go congregate, have fun! Introduce yourselves…unless you two have already done that already bye!” and just like that he’s gone faster than he came. 

“Hi?” I say speaking first. “You didn't tell me your brother played for the flyers' 'Jamie quickly says. “Im sorry, i didn't mean to hide it from you, it's not something i want people to know me for.'' I say, pausing before taking a deep breath, “I didn't know you were Cam's roommate. He talks about you all the time.'' I say laughing awkwardly, shifting on my feet, scared of where we stand now. 

“Well I both think we left out important details, didn't we?” Jamie says, flashing me a smile, reaching out to grab my waist pulling me closer to him. “You look gorgeous, I missed you” he says leaning into my neck. “I missed you too, you look really good.”, my eyes moving over the simple, yet sexy suite he’s wearing. 

“Imagine if we just happened to leave at the same time.” Jamie says into my ear husklely. “Imagine if I happen to say that's a great idea and follow you?” I say, biting my lip to conceal my smile. Grabbing my hand pulling me behind him, through the crowded event, leading her out the back door. 

Neither of them realized the cam’s eyes had not left them since he walked away, seeing their whole interaction, seeing them leave the venue together. A smile dancing across his face, happy for his sister and his teammate. Wondering how long they would try to keep it a secret from him. 

[steddieas-shegoes]

the fifth night

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'hanukkah' (my family is non-practicing, but my great grandfather saltzman very much tried to keep us involved and the dreidel game with chocolate gelt was his way of teaching us something) rated: t wc: 736 tags: non-practicing Jewish Eddie, getting together, first kiss, flirting through the use of chocolate

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Steve hadn't spoken to Miriam in almost ten years, not since his parents had let her go with the excuse that he was old enough to take care of his own needs at the age of 10.

She'd left him her number to call if he needed anything, but as most children do, he lost the piece of paper it was on.

Every year, on the fifth night of Hanukkah, he thought of her and her family, how they'd always made sure he was a part of their celebrations, even if he didn't understand most of them.

"What're you making?" Eddie asked as he walked into the kitchen, hands full of notebooks and folders for Hellfire.

"Latkes. Do you think everyone will want applesauce or sour cream?" Steve said over his shoulder, focused on making sure none of them overcooked. "Maybe I should just get both out. Gareth will probably want ketchup. Dustin, too."

He was met with silence, which was fine, he was used to Eddie distracting himself from conversations before he even got the answer to his original question. It was something he kind of lo-

"You're making latkes."

Steve turned at the tone in his voice, serious, but with the hint of a smile.

Sure enough, Eddie had a small smile on his face.

"Have you had latkes?" Steve asked.

Eddie set his things down on the counter and froze, noticing the mesh bag of chocolate gold coins sitting there.

"Are these for a dreidel game?" Eddie looked up at him.

"I don't have a dreidel anymore, but I figured since it's the fifth night, I could give one to everyone," Steve shrugged.

"I didn't know you celebrated Hanukkah."

"I mean, I don't. Not for religious purposes. But my nanny when I was young taught me about it and always brought her kids over on the fifth night to play," Steve watched as Eddie opened the bag and pulled out a coin. "Have you played?"

"My mom's family celebrated. I didn't really get a chance to do much, but when I was little, she always snuck me extra chocolate coins while the older kids argued about who won or whatever," Eddie smiled sadly. "Wayne tried to teach me, but I was kind of a brat when I first started living with him so I never learned."

Steve walked over to him, placing a hand on his arm and squeezing reassuringly.

"Never too late to learn. Maybe I can find one tomorrow?"

Eddie's eyes widened.

"Wait, did you say Miriam? Miriam Saltzman?" Eddie stood up straight.

"Um, yeah I think so. Why?"

"My aunt Miriam used to be a nanny!"

Steve's eyes widened.

"My Miriam? She's your aunt?"

Eddie nodded. "Must be." He paused, then tilted his head at Steve. "You're the Steve she always said she wished she could take home with her. She loved you."

Steve felt his face heat up in a blush, and that was before Eddie's hands cupped his cheeks.

"You must've been cute if she loved you so much. She barely liked most of the kids in the family," Eddie smirked. "You're pretty cute now."

Steve's lips parted in shock at Eddie's words.

"Cannot believe you're making latkes for us tonight. And giving us gelt? I knew I loved you for a reason," Eddie continued.

For a brief moment, Steve realized that the latkes in the oil would be burnt by the time he got back to them, but it passed quickly when he saw Eddie's eyes dart down to his lips and back up to his eyes.

"Might even give you two coins if you kiss me," Steve whispered.

"Sounds like a deal to me," Eddie smirked as he leaned in to brush their lips together in one of the softest kisses Steve's ever had.

When they pulled apart, Steve ran back to the stove while Eddie watched him, distracted from setting up the table for D&D.

"So, sour cream or applesauce?" Steve asked.

"Oh, I like both," Eddie responded.

Steve turned back to him, disgusted.

"Not together, right?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Of course together."

"No more kissing. I take that one back. You're gross," Steve sighed. "Knew it was too good to be true."

"And they say I'm the dramatic one," Eddie rolled his eyes playfully, planting a kiss on Steve's cheek before gathering his things and leaving to set up the table.

[loganwritesprobably]

First Meeting With.. P3 (One Piece Edition)

Part one with Ace, Law and Sanji Part two with Zoro, Robin and Luffy Part four with Benn, Shanks and Smoker

Requests are open for x reader things! I will write basically ANY kind of reader - male, female, non-binary, gender neutral, trans, disabled, black, white, latino, asian, neurodivergent, etc

Here is another three lovely characters for you to meet: Crocodile, Mihawk and Buggy! All readers are gender neutral, so everyone is welcome to enjoy. No Y/N is used!

Buggy's section is a little short, but honestly I think it's just fine as it is, it made me laugh at least

CW: In Mihawk's section, the reader experiences a massive loss, and expresses some passive desire for death, take care with that

The casino was a little overwhelming when you first walked in, between the bright and sometimes flashing lights, and the various noises coming from patrons and machines alike, but you seemed to thrive here. You'd always liked card games, so that was what you gravitated toward when you'd first arrived. This, however, was far from your first time here, and you'd found a way to play the system. You'd play a few games, and lose intentionally with small bets, then you'd slip away to play another game and lose just once with another small bet, before retreating to the bar for something to drink and maybe something to eat depending on the time of day. You'd chat with other frequent patrons, and some of the staff. Finally, to end your night, you'd pick out whichever game you were most inclined to that night and place a large bet, and win. Your secret? You could count cards.

You didn't come too often, it was a delicate balance that you were striking to not be caught in your actions, but when you did come you always won big. The house couldn't always win, after all. Your wins were spread far enough apart, with enough losses in between, that you hadn't been flagged yet. It was a win, for you at least.

Tonight, you'd already done all your losses, and you were sitting at the bar. The woman behind the bar, Alisa, was lovely and you had gotten to know her in a fairly casual way, at the sort of level that you usually knew a co-worker. You knew very little about her, but you got along enough to happily chat whenever you were both at the bar. As you were happily chatting, you watched Alisa's face change, eyes widening and smile falling. That couldn't be anything good, but you didn't look up, you didn't want them to realise you knew someone was approaching.

A very large man sat on the stool beside you, dressed in fine fabrics and more fur than anyone had any right to be wearing in the desert. He was handsome. "Sir Crocodile, what can I get for you?" Alisa asked, and that told you just who you were dealing with - the damn owner, and one of the seven warlords of the sea. You took a deep, steadying breath, and sipped your drink casually. Crocodile ordered himself a drink, and you didn't look at him. There was a long, silent minute, where even the sound of the slot machines faded into the background and there was only you and Crocodile. Alisa returned with his drink, and he took a first sip, before he turned to you. "You're good, I'll give you that." He said, and you glanced at him as if seeing him for the first time. "What can I say? I make sure I dress nice for the casino." You replied, hoping to ease some of the tension. "You know what I'm talking about, though I'll admit, you do clean up well." You'd take a compliment where you could get it. "So I'm busted?" "You had a good run, but you can either leave and never come back.. or I'm willing to offer you a deal."

You were a powerhouse pirate in your own right. Your crew wasn't quite at your level, but every day they worked harder to match you in strength and ability - and they were getting there. Hell, you were sure they'd start to surpass you soon, and then maybe you'd have to start trying. You didn't mind. It felt good to see a group of people you'd been nurturing grow into something more. Your bounty was no Straw Hat level, but it was nothing to sneeze at in your humble opinion. A couple million berri - what you wouldn't give to have that much berri at your disposal.

You'd crossed paths with Mihawk only once, very early in your career, and you'd had the sense to stay out of his damn way. It was a good thing you did, he killed a man not ten minutes later, not that you stuck around long enough to find out why. You chased your crew from bars and away from market stalls, back onto your boat, and took off sailing again. He hadn't seen you, you were sure, and that was a good thing, but you'd seen him.

Never had you anticipated getting into a situation where you were crossing paths with him again - certainly not voluntarily.

Karai Bari was a damn hot island, not quite something you were used to, and well swimming several miles didn't help with how hot and out of breath you were. A dozen men approached you with swords and guns, and you could only hold up your arms in surrender. "I'm not.. here to fight!" You panted out, desperately searching the crowd for a sympathetic face. You found the least sympathetic amongst them in Dracule Mihawk. "My ship was shot down by marines sailing away from here, my crew.. I don't know where they are or if they survived. Please, I just want to live." You asked, hands beginning to tremble as reality set in. They were good people, and now you had no idea what had become of them. You'd demanded some of the younger members take to paddle boats to get to safety, but you didn't know if they'd made it. There'd been devil fruit users amongst them, and they were certainly dead by now. The knowledge of it weighed heavy on your shoulders - you were meant to protect them. You collapsed down to your knees in tears, sobs wracking your chest. You were meant to keep them safe. "I take it back," you whispered, voice thick with tears, "I can't do it without them. Do what you want to me."

It was the last hand you'd expected that came to rest on your shoulder and gently squeeze. "Get up." Came the voice of the world's greatest swordsman. "A Captain's grief should not be witnessed here. I'll take you somewhere private, where you can grieve properly, and I'll organise a rescue mission for any survivors."

He was a little odd looking, and that was putting it nicely. He was some sort of clown, judging from his large red nose, and he was.. well, all head. He was a head, directly attached to feet, and you couldn't quite understand how his hands were also attached to him. It was unnatural, and more than a little unsettling. He was yelling at you, bouncing up and down, and all you could do is stare. "It's flashily rude to stare ya know!" The guy yelled, which finally forced you to blink yourself back into full awareness. "What the fuck?" You managed, finally crouching down to look at him properly. "I'm Buggy! Genius Jester! Star Clown!" He yelled, and you shoved a finger in your ear to rub it. "You're also fucking loud." You muttered, running a hand over your face. "Hey! I'm looking for.. well.. the rest of me." You told you, realising that maybe yelling at you wasn't the best way to get your help. "For what?" You asked dumbly, blinking at him owlishly. The rest of himself? Was he some sort of hippie, what did that even mean? "I'm a chop chop man! My body comes apart." He explained, splitting his hand from the rest of his body as your face contorted in disgust. "I'm going to be sick." "You get used to it. Now stop being useless, and help me out! My leg is around here somewhere, I can feel it."

[unhingedthirst]

Yay! Ok, so i would love 76 from the smut prompts with walter. Maybe reader is like his new younger wife/gf or something. Thank you 💕

You got it babe ! This is so hot 🤤

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.”

Walt and his younger bimbo bratty GF

Walter white didn’t think he’d find love again this late in his life and especially not with someone so young. He wasn’t complaining in the slightest; you were almost everything that Skyler wasn’t. Soft, understanding and he didn’t feel the need to lie to you. Well not as much as he was/is lying to Skyler. You took every curveball he threw at you and it didn’t hurt that you were half his age and smoking hot.

He had charmed you easily and now had you wrapped around his finger. Doesn’t mean you didn’t try to push the limits to see what you could get away with. Walt was on the phone in his new apartment; you had stayed over and awoken to an empty bed. You walk into the living room and see your man talking to probably Pinkman. You slink over to him and place a hand on his shoulder, he acknowledges you with a smile and mouths ‘sorry’ to you. You shrug and wave him off with a smile.

You were patient for about half an hour and than you started getting antsy. You psychically start moving Walt’s thick arms so you could sit in his lap as he worked. You were pretty sure he was talking to Saul now. You could tell he was already irritated so sitting in his lap wasn’t exactly the smartest move. You start peppering kisses on his neck and places hands on his chest. He shot you a warning look and you just bat your lashes at him and just shift your hips experimentally and he covers a groan with a cough as he continues to talk on the phone.

He grabs your hip and holds you still. “Saul. Give me a second. I have to deal with something” he grumbles and Sets his cell down. “Sweetheart.” He warns and you tilt your head to the side in a coy fashion. You love pushing his buttons; you guys were pretty new so it was always an experiment of how much you could get away with. He laces his fingers in your hair and yank lightly with a small surprised moan escaping your lips. He watches you for a moment; you are clad in just panties and an old T-shirt for a band he thinks he saw Jesse wear one time. You looked so pretty like this; you were so pliant for him, so obedient. Well most of the time. When he thinks you will behave he picks up the phone again; you get up and he thinks it’s over. He straightens up in his chair thinking he’d won and then you sink down in front of him.

Before you could even go to touch him you were being yanked up by your wrist and dragged roughly into the other room. Walt was still on the phone at this point but covered the ear piece so Saul couldn’t hear. He yanks you by the hair against his surprisingly hard body; he growls in your ear his breathe warm on your neck “You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.” You lean your head back against his shoulder as he stares at you distracted, you grabbed the phone out of his hand and close it. Without missing a beat he pushes you against the counter, your panties on display now as your shirt rides up.

“You little fucking brat.” He says and you have a smirk painted on your face. This was all part of the game both of you played. You liked being the bratty younger girlfriend of a very smart but dark man. He took care of you though and could be very sweet. This was not one of those times though but you weren’t mad about it. He starts rubbing the soft sensitive skin of your inner thighs but ignoring your pussy which was basically throbbing at his point. You whine softly and you hear him chuckle obviously enjoying making you squirm. He roughly pulls your panties down and you can hear him pull out his cock; you try and shift to get a better look but he holds you down against the cold kitchen counter with one hand. He leans down to whisper something in your ear; bracing for it to be demeaning but instead you were met with “my pretty girl.” He says in a hushed tone and enters your tight pussy.

Walt was very well endowed so it was always a tight fit, he placed a comforting hand on the small of your back as he fills you completely. You whimper but he doesn’t care, he’s relentless with his hips slamming into you. It felt unlike anything you’ve ever felt. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you against him as he continues to fill you up again and again. He watches as his cock disappears into your tight heat; he moans out freely. His thick hand wraps around your throat “you know what you do to me. Such a needy girl.” He growls and you nod “can’t even wait for me to finish working. You gotta be slutty huh?” He asks as he fucks you so hard your hip bones meeting the cold of the counter roughly. You knew he was gonna leave bruises and you relished in the feeling. All that came out of your mouth was wanton moans and whimpers, especially with his hand still wrapped around your throat. You loved letting him use your body like this; he pulls out removing his body from you completely. Before you could complain he helps you onto the counter and pulls you onto his cock again. You kissed each other for the first time since he started fucking you and you hold onto him as he starts rubbing your clit furiously and you whimper into his mouth and he starts talking again “I’m so close.. want to feel you cum around my cock you dirty fucking whore” you did as your much older boyfriend asked and squeezed around his cock. He kept pounding relentlessly as you milk his cock dry and he moans into your shoulder as he holds you close.

As he cleans you up and runs his hands over your now naked body he looks sheepish. You raise an eyebrow at him and he sighs “was calling you a dirty whore too much?” He asks and you snort out a laugh “it was a new one for sure.” You say and rub his shoulder lovingly “it was good. You were good” you whisper and place a gentle kiss on his cheek

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: David/Jake; bilateral move

For the prompt: Jake pov marriage and kids discussion - I know he loves David but how does he feel seeing as he would want these things and his partner doesn’t AND

Companion piece to this.

Jake likes kids. A lot. Has liked them since he was a kid himself, always happy to look out for the littler ones, maybe because he was the baby in his own family, Allie and Nat bouncing between treating him like he was a doll and telling him he was too young to join whatever they were doing, quit bugging them.

He likes kids, and he's always wanted them, has for as long as he can remember. Wanted the same kind of family he had, the only thing missing from their happy family in the suburbs picture a dog, because dad was allergic to them.

Some things have changed — he figured he’d have a wife at the beginning, and then he didn’t know, and then it was David. Not ‘a wife’ or ‘a husband’, but David, because David's been it for him since he clapped eyes on him, pretty much. Maybe not that quick, but close.

After that, any daydreams about what the future looked like always included David, and that meant no suburban picket fence with three kids and a dog, meant no proposing at center ice, no matter how sick that would be. And definitely, definitely no romantic gold medal or Stanley Cup or anything. The daydreams stopped sometime around the point where David even looking him in the eye was asking for too much, started to again when they got back together, but at that point they were mostly daydreaming about what they’d do during the offseason, closer, more realistic.

Around twenty-seven or so he quit thinking about the picket fence for good, not because he grew out of it, but because he knew that the things he was thinking about, they weren’t things David wanted. And not just things David didn’t want: increasingly he was realizing that his idle fantasies were David’s worst nightmares.

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The thing is, Jake retired wearing the exact same jersey he got drafted in, redesign aside. And he’s proud of that. He was never going to win a Cup with the Panthers, not when his career was winding down and the Panthers were going into their second and a half rebuild, the furthest he'd ever gotten with them the second round.

Talking with management before signing yet another one year contract, they said nobody would blame him if he wanted go somewhere else, roll the dice a time or two. But Florida had been home since he was a teenager, Jake had worn that jersey season after season, been proud to wear it, proud of the guys who did — even when they sucked, they were working their asses off, every single night, they were trying.

Jake wanted to retire in that jersey, and not the way Joe did, signing a one day contract to do it, though fuck knows he didn't hold it against him, was just happy to be a part of the ceremony when Joe did retire, because he missed the hell out of him when he was hunting for a Cup his final few seasons, just happy to see him in red and blue again. Proud, but a little envious when Joe's gamble paid off in his final year.

But then, Jake wouldn't take back staying a Panther for anything, not even a Cup. He doesn't regret a single thing. Joe won gambling on a game Jake wasn't willing to play — it'd be like being jealous of someone else winning the lottery when you never ever bought a ticket.

Not that David's a prize. And not that he’s something Jake’s staying loyal to because it’s been so long that it just makes sense to. Jake says he wouldn't have given up being a Panther for anything, but that's not true. If he'd had a shot to play with David, a real chance to play on a line with him, see just how good they are together, not in a camp or an All-Star game or tooling around on a rink in suburban Detroit, he thinks he might have. In fact, he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t have let them get the entire question out before he said okay.

And that doesn't make sticking with the Panthers any less meaningful. He did stick with them, after all. But there’s hockey, and there’s David, and he knows which is more important, and fuck knows both together would have been a no brainer decision,

It didn’t work out that way, unfortunately. Not that Jake has regrets, because he doesn’t, doesn’t see the point in having them, but that’s one of the things he knows has passed him by. By the time he hits forty, he knows the marriage and kids thing is too. Thinks he knew that a long time before that — at twenty-seven, changing the daydreams, at twenty-five, welcoming David back with two open arms then holding on tight, stunned with how lucky he was. Maybe even at nineteen, kissing David back, feeling like all his dreams just came true, not knowing that they were going to change along the way.

David sitting him down, letting him know that kids aren’t a thing he wants, that isn’t news for him — he doesn’t think David’s right about himself, thinks David would be a good parent, that he’d work hard at it like he’s worked hard at everything he cares about, and he’d care so fucking much. But Jake’s well aware that this isn’t the kind of subject where reasoning beats out emotions, and, whether or not David would make a good father doesn’t actually matter, because he doesn’t want to be one.

The worst thing is that the only reason this comes up is Jake thought he was being helpful. David hates talking about it, visibly freezes up when the topic comes up, so Jake always says something noncommittal and changes the subject as quickly as possible. 

He thought that was the kindest thing he could do, but maybe it isn’t, maybe it just made David suffer for longer. Jake hadn’t known he was suffering at all, but the way David’s talking, somewhere between hesitant and frantic, talking like this is something he expects Jake to hold against him, something he expects Jake to leave him for — 

“David,” Jake says. David looks up, meeting his eye for less than a second before he ducks his head, like he’s ashamed. Or — no. Like he’s scared. Like he’s terrified. He looks down at his hands, and when Jake looks at them too, that’s when he finally notices they’re shaking.

“I’ve been gone for you since we were eighteen years old,” Jake says softly. “What did you think was going to happen here?”

“I don’t know,” David says, very quietly, and it’s that, the smallness, that breaks Jake’s heart.

[haydensky01]

I would love to request following: MC is a cheerful, happy person. Never lets herself get drown in negativity (by others) . Always tries to help where she can. One relaxed evening, spending with the brothers, she gets a ptsd flashback. The first after a while. When she was young she had to leave her family because of a terrorizing father. As the brothers know nothing about this part of her past, she just fakes a perfect smile and heads to her room, saying she feels tired and will sleep now. There the memories and burried feelings strike her. Firstly sadness, then anger and hate. So strong, that her mimic becomes quite scary and her eyes looks almost black, as her pupils widen. As MC is a born storm witch, which she herself not knew, the burst of emotions awaken her powers resulting in a stormy weather and she building up a powerful, magic loaded aura. The brothers are feeling it without knowing what is going on, nor that mc is the source. I want to know how they, especialy Lucifer, reacts to this. Perhaps MC injuries herself on the back as stress relief, but that is not a must. Also I would love, if you could add the cannon that Lucifer has the power to see into others memories, if possible. Thank you and I wish you a lovely day! <3

MC BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF THE BROTHERS ... AND FATHER TRAUMA!

Thank you for the request, let's get to it.

Attention: Not short attention spane friendly, angst, mention of blood, trauma.

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How do people think inside their heads? What is inside their heads really? How freaked out would be people if you told them you have a HUGE gallery in your head where millions of framed pictures are exposed? A photography of each and everything that forged your experience of life and who you are.

Coming to the Devildom was such an amazing adventure. You loved the demons and their way of life. Everything was new, everything different. It's like becoming a kid all over again. Every day is intresting and full of surprises.

Thinking of yourself as a kid was always a challenge. You hated your childhood. You never were afraid of the monster under your bed or inside the closet. Yours was well known, wondering freely in the house, answering to the name of "Father". It was then, you created the imaginary display room. Spending your time taking pictures of the terrors you saw and framing them to its walls. You had so many of them. Your brain never failed projecting the right picture to whatever triggered you outside.

The doll, as you liked to refer to your external self, was always strong, smiling and calm. Leaving the pain, the ache, the rage to your internal self.

Who would think you were all this sitting at the sofa in the living room of the House of Lamentation.

"Don't stop. More pleeeaase!" Mammon says his head on your lap. "Pet my hair more!"

"Won't you get away of her already?" Satan gruns from the other side of the room. "You are such a parasite."

Mammon sticks his tong out to satan: "You are just jealous."

"I AM NOT." Satan fights back.

"Maybe he isn't, but I sure am." Asmo says sliding his head between yours and Mammon's. "Let me sleep on your lap MC, I need to, I have to."

"No way, you do. I am next." Belphie interupts pulling Asmo back from his scarf. "MC, promised me we would nap together."

"No. I want to play with her. I need our chill moment after the deception of today."

Levi had participated that morning to a gaming competion and he had won ... DUH! But the prize being a surprise, he was disgusted being presented with a million Hell Candy only. Those candies are EXTRA hot. If it wasn't for the spiciness of them, Beel would've had finished them already.

Sitting on the floor, he was still at his first thousand suffering after every piece. Lucifer agreeing to help him ease the heat of every candy casting a counter heat spell on Beel's mouth every time he takes one was sitting on the floor next to him. This is how Lucifer was going to get rid of three months of cooking duty.

You were amused by the brothers fighting over you. Looking at Beel eating the candies one after the other. Belphie cheering for Beel "Another one! ... Another one! ... Another one!".

Suddenly, you heard a familiar *click* inside your head. The projection was about to begin. Closing your eyes for brief seconds you could see a purple framed picture.

A moving picture of a little girl seated at the table. In front of her, a dish filled with cooked snails. The little girl's face was wet of tears and nose mucus. Obviously not willing to eat the snails. Next to her was "Father" hitting the table and screaming "Another one! ... Another one!" Forcing her to eat the snails by terrorising her. Her mouth already full with unchewed snails, she would grab some more shaking. At this moment, you felt what you have never felt since you came to the Devildom, you were about to lose control.

"Mams, you mind?" You say to Mammon with a warm smile.

"Ya 'bouta go nap with Belphie?" Mammon says pouting.

You laugh. "Is THE Great Mammon jealous? No, I am having a feminine emergency if you know what I mean."

"Oh! ..." Mammon says blushing, getting off your lap briskly.

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The door now locked. You turn the smile off and go sit on your bed closing your eyes letting yourself drown in the little girl's moving picture. In the intimacy of your room, you stop the badass act.

"Why did no one stop him?" You whisper to yourself shaking, tears running down your cheaks just like the picture. "Wasn't I deserving of rescue?" You pull your knees to your chest and hug yourself. Your breath becomes to be uneven due to the burried sobs. "I just wanted him to stop!" Your cries become stronger.

Through the balcony of your room, one could see the sky glooming. It wasn't announced that it would rain today but here come the first drops of a light and warm rainfall. What a coicidence that nature would weep your pains through the clouds, isn't it? Accompanying every broken heart beat of yours.

In the picture, "Father" was hitting the table harder and harder. Glasses and table sets shaking to every bang.

*Bang!*, "Would the next fist land on my face?" You think to yourself panicking. *Precipitations intensifies*

*Bang!*, "The next one will be on my lips I can already feel the sharp cut." *Precipitations intensifies*

*BANG!*, "It's gonna happen, my eyes ... He will hit my eyes." *Precipitations intensifies*

You shake uncontrollably trying to hide yourself under the covers. You have to hide your face. You have to hide your lips, you have to hide your eyes. It is going to hurt. It is going to bruise, to bleed. Hide your face in the pillow, hold on to it tight. Doesn't matter if you can't breath, the hit is coming. *thunderclap*

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"Stop." Lucifer says to his brothers.

"Do not let him run away he is about to break." Asmo says to Belphie and Levi as he tickles Mammon.

"MOUAHAHAHAHAHA ..... I WILL .... I WILL NEVER .... HAHAHAH .. ADMIT I LIKE MC ... MOUAHAHAHA !!!" Mammon says squirming and laughing hysterically.

"I said STOP!" Lucifer shouts to the demons.

Everyone stops looking at an intrigued and worried Lucifer staring at the window intensly.

"What is it? Why you ruining the fun? We were about to make Mammon confess he loves MC." Asmo complains.

"There is something wrong with this weather." Lucifer says seriously.

Everyone turns their gaze to the downpour and gloomy sky.

"It intrigued me as well. It started few minutes ago and is unsustainably getting worse." Satan says. "I feel the presence of a curse of some sort."

"No." Says Lucifer. "This isn't a curse. It is a weather manipulation magic."

"It's a wizards and sorcerers innate kind of magic. No such can be found in the Devildom as far as I know. Do you think Diavolo ...?" Belphie asks Lucifer.

"I don't kn..."

*BOOM*

A very loud sound is heard outside where the house entrance's gates have been detached by the strong wind, one hitting against the music room's veranda.

"WATCH OUT!" shouts Beel. "The other gate flies towards here."

*CRAAAACK*

The flying gate breaks the window and enters the living room where Lucifer is on his demon form flying in the air.

"That was a close one." Lucifer says. "Be careful, the winds are getting stronger!"

The brothers, barely recovered from the first hit, are thrown away by the blows incapable to hear Lucifer through the repetitive explosions of thunders.

"Hear my call, me your servant Satan, shield the present." Satan recites.

A thin barrier of energy raises shielding the demons from the attack of winds from outside.

"Nice work, Satan." Lucifer says. "The drops of rain froze and are very sharp. Make sure you don't get hit, damages will be severe. Satan, keep the barrier up as long as possible. On your demon forms all. NOW! We are under attack." Lucifer commands.

The demons facing the broken window, on their demon forms, put themselves in position to counter attack whomever is causing all these troubles from outside.

As they are all facing the window, fists and horns ready, an intense pour of hail hits them from behind. The demons, turning their back to the real source of the attack are thrown away against Satan's barrier which breaks under the impact and leave the demons under the mercy of the sharp frozen rain drops for several seconds before they could comprehend what was happening.

There, levitating in the air, dark eyes, mana escaping from your fingers, you were glaring at Belphie. Your face deformed with anger and rage.

The brothers were shocked and couldn't understand what was really happening.

"BELPHIE MOVE!" Beel throws himself at Belphie as you controll the wind to attack him with the pieces of glass on the floor.

"ANOTHER ONE!" You scream at Belphie as you change the winds direction to attack him from behind. Mammon interferes and protects Belphie's back.

"ANOTHER ONE!" You scream again as you blow Belphie against the wall, Satan snatching him before the impact.

"ANOTHER ONE!" You scream amid the thunders deafening sounds commanding the rain and hail against Belphie now protected by Levi and Asmo. Levi succeeded taming the rainfall but the hail gets to Asmo.

Asmo touches his face and sees .... Blood! You scratched Asmo's face.

"MY FACE! ..... MY BEAUTIFUL FACE!" Asmo screams shaking. Then he collapses on the floor crying.

At the sight of Asmo's tears, you can hear yourself crying. The little girl crying. You look around and see your beloved demons in the middle of all this mess, everyone standing tall not attacking you even if they always had clear shot to do so. They were shocked and sad but still ... Loyal. You look around again and realizes the weather you caused. You knew you aren't able to control this off. Unless ...

The only way to get this over with was to cause yourslef harm. The pain will snap you out of your powers. You look at the glass around and command the wind to hit your back with them.

As the glass was speadily flying towards you, you feel a hand grabing your arm. You turn and see Lucifer. He snitches you away from the glass's trajectory and flies you up. Before you could command the wind again he wraps you with one arm firmly and pushes one Hell Candy into your mouth. At the sensation of extreme heat that invades your mouth you try to spit the candy out but Lucifer seals it in with a kiss tightening the embrace with his other arm now free. Your eyes connected, you could feel Lucifer staring at your soul. After a moment, he breaks the kiss first and tells you quiety: "You are worthy of rescue." At this sentence you feel your internal framed pictures collapse one after the other in your head and you pass out peacefully.

The heat of the candy was enough snapping you out of your weather manipulation seizure. The brothers were all looking at Lucifer with disgust.

"Taking advantage of a drunk lady to kiss her is a crime." Says Mammon pouting.

"MY FAAAAAAAACE !!!!" Asmo continues screaming and crying.

"I TOLD YOU THE BLOOD ON YOUR FACE IS MINE. I GOT SCRATCHED ON MY SHOULDGER AND MY BLOOD FLEW TO YOUR FACE WITH THE WIND." Levi tries to explain to the avatar of Lust (more like avatar of drama).

"So we've got ourselves a born storm witch hein!" Satan says to Lucifer.

"It appears we do. She doesn't have the slightest idea of how to control her powers though." Lucifer answers as he is still holding you bride style.

"Why me?" Belphie says tears in his eyes.

"Long story. I was getting in her mind the duration of the attack. Our little human isn't the happy face we always thought she is. It's nothing against you Belphie. I promise." Lucifer shares taking you upstairs to your room.

"Clean and fixe everything. We will need an organized house to train Miss Stormy here." Lucifer says as he goes away ignoring the annoyed faces of his brothers. "Oh, yes. Beel. No snails are allowed in this house ... ever."

The End!

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Rachel Daly x Reader

Part Three - Pop’s Approval

Posted: 13/03/23 Edited: 19/07/23

Throwing the bags in the boot and hopping onto the passenger seat next to your chauffeur, Rachel smiled as she pulled away from the stadium with her hand on your thigh giving you butterflies. Linking your fingers in hers you bought her hand up to your mouth to kiss it “I think this is the happiest I’ve ever felt yknow” you bravely admitted to your crush, “me too..” she said thoughtfully, eyes never faltering from the road. “You literally won the Euros last year!” you exclaimed, “never underestimate the power of an orgasm (y/n/n)” she laughed. You turned the radio on and S Club 7 started to play which made you look at her, judging her for the choice in pre game music. “What?! You love it!” her voice higher than usual. “Yeah I can’t deny I was a huge S Club fan when I was younger” you admitted, looking at the back of the CD case that was bringing back memories. “How old are you?” she asked worryingly, realising she has no idea who she just slept with. “30, don’t panic hun” you laughed. “Oh thank god” she sighed, relieved that she can continue whatever this is with you. Secretly you’d already fallen hard for her and knew whatever happens next could break your heart into a million pieces but you didn’t want to miss your chance with her by sharing your true feelings. You’d known about her a lot longer than she’s known you existed. You’ve read her Wikipedia and scrolled her Instagram for hours and hours - you can’t tell her that though as she might get the ick. You told yourself to enjoy your time together for what it was and not to get ahead of yourself. You’ve just had the girl of your dreams wrapped around you in the Wembley showers and now she’s taking you to dinner! It’s hard to believe this has happened and you’re still expecting to wake up at any moment.

“What you thinking about?” Rachel quizzed as you stumbled to not tell her the truth. “How out of 90,000 people you gave your shirt to me?” your quick thinking saved you. “You threw the ball to me in the first half remember, I couldn’t stop thinking about you for the rest of the game, you made me want to do better and work harder, I scored because I was trying to impress you” she said quietly and a little embarrassed at how keen she was coming across. “You score in nearly every game you play Rachel” you said raising an eyebrow, not fully believing her. “This was different, I knew in my heart I had to talk to you at the end and giving you my shirt was Millie’s idea, I was praying you wouldn’t have left before I got to you” giggling at her admission and asking what she would of done if you had; she said she probably would have gone full on stalker mode and scoured Instagram until she found you. Which made you realise this was never a one time hook up for her, she hoped you’d still be there after the game, she worked harder to impress you, you don’t do those things for a one night stand… do you? Maybe she feels the same way you do.. That this thing we have, for some reason or another feels bigger than us, even though you only met a few hours ago.

Realising it was quiet you asked her what she was thinking about. Rachel paused in thought for a second before responding shyly “I feel like that was more than just sex, it felt like what making love would feel like”. Your heart skipped a beat as you smiled at her “I feel the same way… that definitely was more than just sex, it was passion and desire and otherworldly!” you exclaimed “that’s the word, otherworldly! Just out of this world mind blowing passion. I’ve never felt that way before, I could never figure out what was wrong with me, I could never seem to finish with anyone so I just became dominant and lied that I prefer giving than taking so I’d make them finish and then they’re too exhausted to even try with me.” Rachel shocked herself with how open and honest she was being with you, “that’s actually really quite sad Rachy” you pawed, feeling sorry for the blonde that nobody had been able to figure her out sexually. “Aww, when people call me Rachy it just makes me want to melt!” she swooned. “But that’s why it felt like more than just sex, you turned my dominance around and enabled me to feel submissive but safe at the same time, like I wanted to give my whole body to you. I’ve never felt so safe with someone when being intimate before and I can’t stop thinking about it” she reminisced with her breath getting flustered again. “I could tell in your eyes that it wasn’t just lust, the look in your eyes made me fall for you in that moment. Especially how you acted after, that was just pure kindness and I need some of that in my life, someone to look after me. You just made me feel so safe” she repeated.

“Well that was honestly the most intimate experience I’ve ever had. Your face makes me feel so happy inside, I just want to stare into your eyes all night” you admitted as she pulled up outside the restaurant. “Stay with me tonight?” she asked turning her body to face you. “Bet nobody says no to that!” you remarked cheekily as you caught her staring at you jokingly fed up of that famous line of yours. “I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be. It’s got to be an early one cause you have training tomorrow, what time is it?” “Why do I keep forgetting about training? It’s 10am” as she typed a reminder into her phone. “Because your whole brain has me on your mind right now, there’s no room for anything else” you winked at her. “Okay this meal will have to be quick then so I can get ready for tomorrow and get enough sleep” she said opening her door “I don’t have to stay if you think I’ll be a distraction” you offered hoping she wouldn’t take you up on it. “Err, I don’t think so love! I’m not ready to let you go yet, come on” she confirmed hopping out of the car. You quickly text your friends saying you won’t be coming home tonight with a winky face.

Rachel opened your door for you to jump out and as you walked towards the restaurant, she took your hand in hers which made you feel those butterflies again. Once inside a waiter came straight over asking if Rachel wanted her usual table, she must be a regular. The waiter lead you upstairs, then up more stairs to a platform which was like a treehouse with just one table lit by candlelight with a giant window that lead out on to a balcony. It was stunning but you couldn’t help but think that this was set up for whoever she brings in. Nevertheless, Rachel pulled your chair out for you and asked for the wine list. “I have to make a confession, I don’t drink wine, whiskey or nothing” Rachel raised her eyebrows seemingly impressed with your answer and asked for a JD and a Diet Coke for her. It was honestly such a turn on how she guessed your fave whiskey and didn’t order alcohol herself - driving and training tomorrow wouldn’t have been a good look.

Rachel held out her hands across the table for you to place yours in; this was the most romantic setting you’ve ever seen and just made your feelings stronger for her. She told you how she always came here with her family but when she started getting recognised people would interrupt their dinner to ask for photos. She felt bad saying no but she also didn’t like her family time being interrupted seeing as she didn’t get to see them very often, especially being away in Houston for so long. So she worked with the owner to build this little treehouse style area out of the way; they could continue coming and nobody would know they were there. This washed away your fears of thinking the table was ready for any girl she bought home each night. “Me and Millie come here often when I miss my dad, we sit looking at the stars and talk to him, he loved her, she’s the best friend I’ve ever had”. You smiled thinking of all the YouTube and TikTok videos you’ve watched of them together. “You two are bestie goals, everyone wishes they had a friendship like you two” squeezing her hands between yours, “she’s been with me through everything, she makes me feel strong and brave, I love her so much” the grin on her face only getting bigger when talking about her best friend, “that’s clear to see by everyone, the whole world knows you as Millie and Rachel, you’re never just Millie or just Rachel… like Dick and Dom or Ant and Dec” “Yeah she can be Dick!” she snorted making you both laugh.

When your drinks came Rachel asked if you wanted to go out on the balcony with her; she instinctively wrapped her coat around your shoulders and took your drinks outside. Being so far off the ground you felt like your could grab a pocketful of stars. In awe at the sight until Rachel took you on under her arm. “Which one’s dad?” you asked quietly, not knowing if she’d want to share something so personal but she took no time before answering, “all of them, he’s all around me, he is every star in the sky. I thought he’d want to meet you” she smiled as that caught you off guard, looking at her with admiration and touching your hand to your heart. “What’s his name?” “Martyn, pops, papa bear” leaning her head on your shoulder, it only felt right to introduce yourself seeing as she’d purposely bought you here. “Hi Martyn!” raising your glass to the sky, “I’m (y/n). I met your daughter today” placing your arm around her back “I just want to say how utterly besotted I am with her already. She won against USA today, scored as well! I think this makes England world champions now?” you chuckled while your eyes flickered onto your lady for the night. “Thanks for raising such an amazing, kind and beautiful woman, I’ll do my best to make her happy as long as she’ll let me” lowering your arm and taking a sip of your whiskey which seemed extra strong and made you screw your face up. Rachel laughed and wrapped her arms tightly around your waist “utterly besotted?” she asked looking up at you, tucking her hair behind her ear and cupping her face as you reiterated - “utterly. besotted. yes” gazing into her beautiful blue eyes and placing a kiss on her forehead. “Is that alright?” Rachel rested her head on your chest and nodded, squeezing you tighter before reaching up to kiss you. The kiss was gentle and loving and made you feel warm and fuzzy. “I can’t stop smiling” you admitted “me neither” she replied between kisses. You now had confirmation, even if neither of you have said it, you knew this was the start of something special.

Your meals arrived, you left a nice tip then headed out. Rachel drove back to her house with her hand quite high up on your thigh which turned you on as she knew you weren’t wearing any underwear. You looked at your phone to see a whole bunch of messages from your friends asking what’s been happening, it was too much to explain by text so you made them wait for updates. Pulling into the driveway, Rachel got the bags out and opened your door again before ushering you into the house. It was warm and cozy but you couldn’t help thinking how lonely it would be to live somewhere by yourself. At this point it was 8pm, Rachel put the kettle on and you reminded her to pack her bags for tomorrow which she did while you made the teas. She then gave you a tour of the house and settled on the sofa with your drinks happily in the silence, soaking up the eventful day. 6 hours ago you were merely watching your favourite team play at Wembley and 6 hours later you’ve made love to your favourite player, met her dad and now sitting in her lounge preparing to go to bed with her. What a crazy wild ride today has been, but you couldn’t be happier.

“I hope you have PJs for me to wear!” She smiled, leading you upstairs to her closet to give you options, you said you’d rather just a big T-shirt and some dry pants. She dug out her ‘Nike Home’ T-shirt from the Euro win for you to put on and found some comfy underwear for you then snuggled up in bed together with the rest of your tea. “Let me take a photo of us, the first night together” could she be anymore cute?! You have to admit the photo was super adorable, “you’ll have to send that to me so my friends believe me” you joked. She shared it, you sent it to your friends and she sent it to Millie - we both know you can’t keep your besties out of the loop. They all replied immediately - yours were freaking out, this was a big deal after all, Millie was more subtle with “you two suit each other soooo much, cuties 💙” then a follow up of “don’t be late tomorrow! 10am remember!” You set alarms for 8am and snuggled down to sleep. You found it hard to drift off at first as you didn’t want to snore or get in an ugly position that made her want to run a mile, that was until you felt her lips touch your forehead and instantly felt safe and sleepy.

Part Four - Part of the Team

[kame-writes]

Cannibals Curse Part 4

- Reintroduction

By the time they walked the extra block or so, Alastor had managed to mostly pull himself back together. He died, he sort of already knew that, but the how was rather unsettling. Not caught for his crimes, no mistake of his own that he'd made. Just a case of mistaken identity that had followed him into the afterlife. His reflection would forever be a constant reminder of his unremarkable fate.

He was fine. He could deal with that later, compartmentalise, stay strong, and smile. That's how he was going to survive this.

Rosie led him up a narrow set of stairs and into what he assumed was her bedroom. Everything was tidy, prim and proper, a proper ladies room. She hummed to herself as she made her way to a large chest and started to dig around the mass of clothes inside, occasionally pulling out a piece to look at, until she had a full outfit picked out.

“Aha! I think these will do nicely until you can get something more personalised to you.” She stood up, handing over the bundle of clothes in her arms.

Alastor was, understandably, a bit weary at the prospect of getting changed in front of someone else, especially a lady, turning to look for some sort of privacy screen or something. “Is there a place to get dressed in private?”

“Oh! Course, silly me. There's a bathroom just through that door. Feel free to take your time and get cleaned up. I'll get some tea ready, for when you're done.” She gestured to a door off to his right, and he nodded before heading to do just that. 

Rosie sighed, she could already tell this one was going to be a special case, he wasn't quite like any freshly fallen sinner she'd encountered before. She couldn't put her finger on why exactly, but he gave the impression that he was just biding his time, waiting to strike out and climb higher than his station. There was very few Sinners that Rosie could instantly tell would become Overlords, if they didn't get themselves killed first.

Alastor only looked in the mirror as much as needed to make sure that he removed any trace of blood and gore from his skin, a ritual he was very familiar with after all these years.

He regarded the clothes with a casual distaste, he'd want to change them, or get what he'd been wearing before cleaned somehow soon. These clothes were outdated, which matched the whole victorian aesthetic of this town, which would have been fine, if they didn't remind him of the old fashioned things his father would wear.

His father had been a terrible person, and Alastor looked forward to being able to pay back every horror that he deserved once they met again, here in Hell. Killing him a second time would be so much more cathartic than the rushed frenzy he'd made of his first kill. 

He had more experience now, and a taste for taking his time and enjoying it. That thought was comforting, a small silver lining to damnation. The knowledge that he could kill a single victim many times over to make them suffer for his amusement. It was nothing less than what certain people deserved.

But if there was a single thing that Alastor would thank his father for, it was that he had taught him one very important lesson.

Son, the cruelest of people will greet you with an open smile and dazzling charm. It disarms even the strongest opponent to act as if you have already won before the games started. A bright smile means that nobody but you are aware of your hand. And you always have complete control of any situation. Once you learn that, then maybe you'll actually be able to make something of yourself, instead of being such a disappointment.

There was strength and power in a smile, he learnt that lesson well, and it was a useful tool he'd learnt to weild. As long as he could smile, he was in control. Of himself, and of the situation. 

Taking a breath, he put on his best dazzling smile as stepped out of the bathroom. “Well, what do you think?” He asked brightly, giving a theatrical flourish towards his appearance.

Rosie laughed and put down the delicate China cups she was holding to clap her hands. “Oh. My. Stars. So that's who was hiding under all the blood and rags?”

The playfulness seemed to come easy to her, and Alastor couldn't help but admire how open she was. It wasn't something that always came as easy to him after all. 

She reminded him of a bittersweet amalgamation of Mimzy's bubbly personality, and his mother. A mix that made him feel comfortable with her, despite not knowing her that well. He always had a good ability to read people. If he got a bad vibe from someone, it was usually for good reason. He didn't get anything even close with Rosie. Maybe he could trust her, enough to open up to just a little to test the waters.

“Now, I believe a proper introduction is in order?” He could claim it was in exchange for her help and the clothes later if needed, a convenient escape clause if she turned out to be baiting a trap for later. He sincerely doubted that was the case, but it never hurt to have something in his back pocket should he need it. “My name is Alastor. It's a pleasure to be meeting you miss Rosie.”

“Well, you really are quite a charmer aren't ya?” She smiled, a soft pull of her lips as she stepped closer to adjust the cravat he'd put on a little crooked, due to inexperience. “Now. I've got some snacks and tea for us while we talk. If you're agreeable, that is?”

“My dear, that sounds just perfect with the day I've been having.” He admitted, glad she seemed to be following his lead in starting over, with fresh introductions, as if they were just two acquaintances meeting for lunch, and not in the bizarre situation they found themselves in.

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Save me (Kageyama Version)

Premise: Friendship is a fragile thing. Keeping you safe was his priority for the longest time, but overcoming hardships along someone you hold dear form irreplaceable, indestructible bonds, and a childhood friend can easily become the love of your life; or so that was for Kageyama Tobio.

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Chapter 2: Butterflies

The day of the match was finally here, after seemingly never ending preparations, you finally felt like you could handle going on your own. Semi had helped more than he ever had to, and you were grateful, without him you definitely wouldn’t be able to overcome this problem in such a painless way.

He became someone really important to you and you can say you owe it all to Tobio. If it wasn’t for him you would have never even bothered visiting the gym or look for the volleyball team, you would have avoid them all together scared of having to see your ex ever again, but thanks to him you made wonderful friends, not only Semi but also Ushijima was an active part of your life, he was talking more lately and even texted you every once in a while. Your life would be significantly less exciting, boring even without them.

You were sitting on the front of the section reserved for Shiratorizawa, all the cheerleaders were side-eyeing you for taking a place usually saved for them. You thought about sitting in the Karasuno area since you were there mostly to see Tobio, but just thinking of the sad eyes Ushijima would give you broke your heart to pieces, and you chose to sit with your school.

But the moment the boys went out, your eyes immediately met Tobio’s.

He thought he would have to work harder, look for you around the school grounds like a creep with a disguise, but there you were, sitting on the front row, smiling so brightly just for him, like the old times.

He was so lost in your eyes that he forgot how to walk, getting Hinata to crash against his back and fall on his butt. “Man, you can’t just stop walking like that, someone could get hurt!” but his words never reached his ears, his stare was so intense it was making you blush and that just made it even harder for him to look away. By now Hinata was standing beside him, following his line of view, “Ohhhh, so she’s real. But isn’t she sitting in the wrong section of the gym? Maybe you should go tell the poor girl before those scary cheerleaders eat her alive.” without thinking it clearly, he just followed Hinata’s instructions like if they were orders coming from his coach, diligently, without questioning, startling his teammate.

He walked over to you, looking up to where you were sitting as if there was nobody else around looking at the embarrassing display. The Shiratorizawa mob started booing at him, but he was just not moving, entranced by your eyes. “I’ll see you after the game.” you mouthed the words quietly only for him to see and he gave you an angry looking nod. You knew that face though, and he was not angry, not in the slightest. He always made that face when his own feelings overwhelmed him to his core and didn’t know what to do with himself. It was encouraging seeing how his cute side still remained.

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The game was the most intense game you’ve ever witness, you could swear it lasted an entire season, but Karasuno won. You didn’t know how to feel about it, your friends were sad, angry, tired, they needed your support. But the happiness surrounding Tobio ended up swallowing you.

You ran over to the entrance of the gym to wait for them to come out, happily swaying on your feet as you thought of all the things you wanted to tell him, how you’ve missed him so overwhelmingly much, how you hoped you could see each other often again even if you were in different schools now. Your face was a mix of excitement and nervousness, your cheeks as red as apples, your smile could make a man go blind.

“(Y/N)? I thought I saw you back there! Did you come to look for me? I bet you knew I would come to mock the pathetic winners.” you could physically feel the color of your face draining, cold sweat coming out of odd places with each word that came out of Oikawa’s mouth.

“I’m not here to see you. Now if you excuse me…” you knew going into the locker rooms could potentially get you and your friends in troubles, but you couldn’t resist thinking of staying there a second longer. “No, no, no, you ain’t going anywhere. Come on sweetheart, let’s go get a coffee. It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other, I’m sure you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you.” he was holding onto your wrist, tugging you harshly to his side. “Please let me go, Toru…”

Karasuno’s team started coming out one by one, halting his move, but he was too slow, Kageyama saw him, saw your wrist once again red and swollen and some would say he was possessed by a spirit full of vengeance, with lightning speed he had one of his hands on your waist, pulling you gently onto his chest, his other hand was slapping Oikawa’s away from you. “Don’t you dare touching her ever again.”

“Is that a way to speak to your senpai, Tobio-chan? I just wanted to take my girl for a drink, have a steamy date, you know? Nah you wouldn’t know what I’m talking about, you’re just her lunch friend.”

Your head was spinning, this is why you avoided going out. Your worst nightmare became a reality and Semi was nowhere to be found. Tobio held you gently in a reassuring manner, noticing you weren’t reacting at all. You looked like a broken doll, your eyes were empty, you were cold, and it was starting to worry him. “Oikawa senpai, do you know her? I saw her in Kageyama’s phone the other day, they seem close.” poor little Hinata didn’t know what he was doing, it wasn’t his fault, is not like Kageyama to talk about his private life, not even with his closest teammates. “Close? Huh, don’t make me laugh. She’s my ex-girlfriend, we were all in the same school, they just know each other.”

“(Y/N) look at me.” Ignoring Oikawa’s provocations he cradled your face with his hand, making sure all you could see was his face. “Look at me, c’mon.” you complied, still shaken but being brought back to reality by his stern tone of voice, “Good, that’s it. Shall we get out of here?” his hand was larger now, it covered the entire length of your face, it was warm, welcoming. Without thinking much, you leaned on it, snuggling the warmth of his palm while closing your eyes. It smelled like him, it was such a comforting scent, even if Oikawa was just a couple of steps away from you, you were in Kageyama’s arms, he felt strangely like home, a safe place.

You gave him a short nod and he held your hand in his, gently pulling you away from the others. Oikawa jumped at the sight, stopping you from walking away, “Where do you think you are taking her? Did I say she could leave? She’s not going anywhere without me. Get a hint, Tobio-chan, she’ll always be mine, stop trying to get in the way, it’s been years, you should understand it by now no matter how slow you are.”

Hinata who was now officially very confused, got in between the two of them as to avoid punches being thrown, Kageyama shouldn’t be punching people when the nationals are around the corner, they can’t win without him. “Hey, hey senpai, that’s a bit mean, don’t you think? Hehehe, we are going for some something to eat, how about you come with us?” his nervous laugh was an indicator for Daichi that he had to do something before things went south.

“Oikawa, good to see you here. Guys let’s go we are going for some meat! You can bring her along, Kageyama.” with a gentle pat to his back he felt like everything would be just fine, his captain was great, he really felt as part of the team, part of the Karasuno family. You were scooped up and taken into the bus by a very strong pair of arms, throwing you into a dizzy spell, still not completely recovered from the shock, “I got you.”

You could see Semi with the corner of your eyes, jaw dropped, a terrified gleam on his eyes that stayed on Oikawa for as long as you could see, a tinge of guilt gracing his features. He probably felt awful thinking this was all his fault, but Tobio’s chest was so warm, and you could hear his heartbeat, it was so soothing you didn’t notice when the bus started moving until it finally stopped by the restaurant.

“Are you feeling better now? We don’t have to go in with them if you don’t want to, but maybe eating would be a good idea you nearly fainted on me.” Looking up to the source of the voice, you caressed his cheek lightly, “I missed you.” His life expectancy dropped a few years with that statement, he’s been so cooped up with taking you out of the potential harmful situation he had no time to let his feelings go lose. It is now he realizes how close you were, your body snuggled up onto his side, your face only inches away from his, your hand still on his face, eyes oozing love as usual. “Y-you did? Well, is not like I didn’t…” mumbling, he looked away embarrassed, trying to cover the imminent blush from his face with your own hand, making you chuckle.

“Thank you for taking me out of there. I…I…this is the first time I see him since that day. Funny thing, that was the last time I saw you too.”

“Wouldn’t call that funny.” he was still hurt by your actions, you didn’t bother telling him you were going to change your number, that you wouldn’t be back in school, you didn’t even say goodbye properly before leaving for high school, and now you tell him that you missed him?

“It wasn’t. I waited for you to come to Shiratorizawa so desperately. I thought I would see you again if I just waited patiently…My dad….he changed my phone without asking me, I lost all my contacts…but you didn’t come…” as normal your eyes bore no lies, he knew you were telling the truth just by looking at you, he wasn’t going to lie, it did hurt him not hearing from you for so long, but he was also at fault, he knew where you lived, knew in which school you were, but never gathered enough courage to actually get to you.

“I tried, but didn’t get in.” ah, so that was it. It somehow made your heart feel a bit lighter. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to anymore, it wasn’t that he was avoiding you. Shiratorizawa is a very high-profile school, you know better than anyone their entrance tests are no joke and studying wasn’t Tobio’s strength, you knew this.

Letting go of his face, you nodded “I found you thanks to my friend, he’s from the volleyball team, the standby setter, his name is Semi. He pushed me to come today, he knew how much I wanted to see you again. Going out for me is…well very difficult. I locked myself away to avoid seeing Toru again, I didn’t expect to see him today, but I’m still glad I came. I really missed you.”

The bus door slammed opened, a tuft of orange hair peeking from the side, “Guys you gotta come see all this food! IT’s like UGH so muCH, come come, Ukai-san said you can bring your girlfriend. He even asked for something lighter for the girls.” both of your faces were bright red, beautifully complementing each other, “She-sh-she’s n-not, my…G-“

“Yeah yeah whatever, come, they won’t let us eat until we are all inside!” giggling at the mumbling mess Tobio had become, you got up, bringing him with you by his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Hinata-kun?” you saw his name on his jersey is not like Tobio mentioned him or anything but the fact that you knew his name made him shine with pride. “O-of course! It’s nice meeting you too! What’s your name? I bet is a pretty name, like a flower or something.” Kageyama slapped the back of his head, making him growl back at the setter. “Hey! That hurts!”

“Yup, that was the idea. Don’t bother her, idiot.”

It was lovely seeing them interact this way, he never had friends before, it was so refreshing seeing him act this way with others, he was clearly a happier man, despite what others may think. “I’m (Y/N), thanks for being so kind to my Tobio, I appreciate you. Do you like cake? Maybe I can bake some for you guys next time!”

“Y-your??? What??? ugh I mean yes, I love cake!” poor Kageyama lost his voice, he was pretty sure he was the only one who had different type of feelings there, you were his friend, he was the one that caught feelings, alone, not you, you didn’t know about his feelings, probably even had another boyfriend by now, why wouldn’t you, you’re the loveliest creature on earth.

“Right, bakayama?” he was completely lost on your smile, he could see your lips moving, probably talking to the tiny pest, but he couldn’t hear a thing.

“Yeah sure.” you laughed as loud as your shaky self was able to, bursting his bubble, “He isn’t paying attention, Hinata-kun, let’s go get some food, I’m suddenly starving.”

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Once you were over with the meal Kageyama offered to walk you back to Shiratorizawa, it wasn’t that far away from where you were and the night breeze was lovely.

After countless hugs and promises of meeting again, you two were finally alone. He held your hand in his with the excuse of it being really dark outside and you could trip on your own feet, but it wasn’t, the streets were pretty well lit, he just still dreams of holding your hand in his, he had to take this chance it might not come ever again.

There was a comfortable silence as you two walked together down the sidewalk, it felt just right like if things were still the same as they used to, if not better.

“Hey do you maybe want some ice cream? We can split the one that comes with two sides. I got a lucky stick the other day, and still haven’t claimed the free ice cream.” you nodded at him excitedly, he was just scratching things off of his bucket list of things he wished to do with you, but it filled your heart to its max seeing how it seemed he just wanted to spend as much time with you as possible.

The ice cream was delicious, having the moon shine on you so brightly, having Tobio’s hand in one of yours and ice cream in the other, seemed like a dream for both of you, going this far was never a possibility with Oikawas antics.

You could see him stealing glances from time to time, his ears were bright red, “Tobio, do you think we can do this again some time? I added my phone number to your contact list when we were at the restaurant, just let me know if you don-“

“YES.” his loud voice startled you making you stop on your tracks. He was staring down at you with resolution in his eyes, he was not going to waste an opportunity, never again.

“I mean, yes, I would like to see you again.” coughing to tone out his outburst, he squeezed your hand to show he was 100% serious. “Good.” your eyes were dripping honey once more, he could swim in them for the rest of his life and never get bored, he could feel an entire swarm of butterflies invading his stomach, but he would let them live there forever if that meant you would give him that look once more, if that look was just for him as he always wished it was.

Your stomach was doing the very same thing, you’ve felt this giddy air before, it’s always been there, thick, hard to swallow, but this was the first time something could be done about it.

Your school was now visible, and Kageyama was letting go of your hand for you to go back into your room, the longing in his eyes overwhelming you to your core, when an unwanted voice could be heard from the ground. Oikawa got up from his sitting place, patting his bum clean, a terrifying frown on his handsome face making you cling to Tobio for dear life. “What? Were you planning to kiss my girl goodbye? Are you seriously that stupid? Do you think I would let you do such a thing? Come here, baby.”

There was just no way out of this cycle.

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[arielgobuss]

62. The Truth

I'm a liar It's my secret no one knows I'm a liar Yeah, I know it doesn't show No, I don't miss you anymore No, I don't think of you It's such a game to seem adored No, I don't love you anymore*

Part 2

In my office in ten minutes, Potter.

Severus stared at the green stone, wondering what on earth had possessed him to send that message.

The boy hadn't spoken to him since Severus tied him up and fucked him during his last detention. He could still feel his reproachful stares, and to be honest, it was starting to annoy him a bit.

He finally decided to do something about it. And since he had already finished the potions he was going to brew for the Dark Lord and a few Death Eaters, the Admorsusexcetra potion didn't require much attention at the moment and Severus had the evening off... there was nothing stopping him from--

The stone glowed, interrupting his thoughts. Severus read the message:

I'm sorry, but I can't come. I'm serving the detention you assigned me. And since cleaning bathrooms is a very long and tedious job, I suspect it will take me the next few days, or maybe even longer.

Severus had a hard time keeping himself from crushing the stone.

Potter's insolence had already reached such a level that only by some strange coincidence, he had not yet fallen to the bottom along with it. How dare he turn his words against himself? How dare he use the detention that Severus himself had given him against him? How dare he make him look for himself in all the bathrooms?

A little voice in his head reminded him that he didn't actually have to look for him. He could ignore it. He can wait until detention.

But then Potter may think he has won, and Severus will never allow that.

He looked at the jewel in his hand once more and stuffed it into his robe pocket.

Potter was doing it again. He was being forced to act again. To...commitment. The boy should run to him whenever he calls him, not stretch out his little claws suddenly and growl. He was demanding. He demanded much more than Severus had originally thought. And the worst thing was that Severus had to meet these requirements so that the boy wouldn't bite the leash and run too far.

Oh, he won't be easy on him this time. This time he would tighten it so tightly that Potter wouldn't even think about struggling again... and that he could get away with growling at his owner...

Severus was already halfway down the hall when the echo of the door slamming shut finally ceased.

*

The door that Severus was staring at was consumed by fire. Just like his body.

He still couldn't get the image of Potter and... Weasley out of his head. He still couldn't shake the feeling that something was eating away at his insides when he saw them together in the bathroom, alone, laughing... and he could still see her lips on Potter's lips and hear her say that Potter belonged to her... . to her!

The flames turned into a conflagration, devouring the dark wood and the black-clad figure.

Potter was his property. His place was here. In Severus' chambers. In his hands. No one else was allowed to touch him. To think about him. To desecrate it. Only him, Severus.

Severus closed his eyes for a moment and licked his lips, trying to extinguish the raging fire that ignited in his veins every time he remembered Potter's whimpers when the boy was clinging to his robes and his fervent assurances:

I am only yours. I will always be only yours. I'm not interested in anyone else. I belong only to you!

Oh, how he wanted to crush him in his hands at that moment; to crush his bones, tear him into tiny pieces; to ram his madly throbbing cock into him so deep that Potter could feel his cum in his throat; to tear him apart with it and leave his mark on every cell of his body and soul... so he would never forget his place again and never let anyone get close to himself again.

Severus took a deep breath. His heavy erection was pressing against the fabric of his pants, causing him pain. He tried to control himself for a moment, but it was impossible. Just let Potter walk through that door... let him appear here, as trembling and insatiable as when he left him in the bathroom... and Severus will prove to him just how spontaneous he can be. He'll spontaneously slam him into that door and--

The chamber glowed crimson as he heard footsteps. The doorknob moved and Severus only had time to notice the green, widening eyes, wet, trembling lips, and his own hands reaching out for Potter and grasping him predatorily before everything was drowned in red and fire, and a thick fog that enveloped everything and through which two silhouettes pressed together were visible. The sound of the hips slamming frantically against the bare buttocks was mixed with the loud moans and heavy panting.

However, at some point, from among these sounds, a whisper, hoarse from screams, emerged:

"Severus... I am... only yours."

And then everything was flooded with light.

***

Wake up, you stupid boy! Your cauldron is about to explode!

Potter opened his eyes, roused from half-sleep, and at the last moment managed to reduce the fire under the cauldron, which was already on the verge of explosion.

Severus narrowed his eyes as he watched the boy reach into his pocket and read the message.

He shouldn't have warned him. Potter should suffer the consequences of his recklessness and carelessness, but--

Well, yes, but--

The boy raised his head, looked at Severus, gave him a slight nod and immediately looked away.

--but Potter has been acting... differently lately. He looked at him in a completely different way, avoided contact, even tried not to notice him at all. He was absent in thought. There was tension in his every gesture.

Potter had never been able to hide his feelings. Severus had always been able to easily read every, even the smallest, change in his face... and right now, every time the boy looked at him... he could see a dark shadow framing his face... and his premonition was getting worse and worse.

When he looked at Potter's hunched shoulders, his downcast face and scared look... he knew he couldn't wait for what was bothering him to develop and poison his mind even more. He must find out the truth before it's too late.

*

And he found out.

He saw it in Potter's mind. The dream where Severus betrayed him. He saw fear and doubt. He saw them wrap around the boy's mind, pulling him away.

He couldn't let that happen.

He controlled his own tumbling emotions so as not to damage Potter's mind and with surgical precision removed the dream from him, knowing that it would also eliminate any inappropriate thoughts that concerned him, and instead replaced it with a simple, banal nightmare.

He carefully withdrew from his mind and watched as consciousness slowly returned to him. Potter's empty, foggy eyes filled with light. The boy blinked.

That was enough. Severus released his trapped emotions.

"What happened..." Potter started, but the man didn't let him finish. He grabbed him by the arm, dragged him out of the living room, then to the door leading to the hall and threw him out.

"I told you I'm busy, Potter. Your detention won't be held today," he growled, slamming the door in his face and then turned around and leaned his back against the wooden surface. Pitch-black ichor flowed down the walls of the office, flooded the floor and crawled up to the ceiling, turning off all the lights in the room along the way.

Severus' face looked as if it had been carved from granite, sharp, with jagged features and narrowed, darkened black eyes, staring at the floor. He seemed to be barely able to breathe, unable to shake the uncomfortable tightness in his chest.

Why? How did Potter come to have such a dream? At what point did he make a mistake? Why did the boy start to doubt? Why did he start to walk away?

The black goo had almost flowed to Severus' shoes, was almost crawling onto his cloak...

He needs a drink!

He moved forward, wading ankle-deep in dark mud. He ran into the living room, went to the bar, took out a bottle of amber liquid and poured himself a whole glass, which he drank in one gulp. He filled the second one and leaned against the counter, looking straight ahead with unseeing eyes.

He can't let him do that. He won't let him go away. Never. He will give him what the boy wants. Sensitivity. More interest. Something that will make him stay...

The oppression has increased. Severus drank a second glass, but the alcohol didn't help. It only made his gaze wander.

He must make Potter look at him like that again... like before. And never draw away from him again... Never.

Severus' fingers tightened around the glass as he remembered the look in Potter's eyes... flustered, scared, distrustful... those same eyes that had always looked at him with desire, devotion... even that damned audacity...

The glass flew across the room and shattered against the wall with a loud clang.

[ramblyngrobyn]

Juvenile (Pkmn/Prsk crossover) Prologue notes extended

Okay! So! This is the start of a little big something I've been sitting on for a while. For the last several months (since at least April 2023) I've been occasionally poking at this ever-expanding AU in my phone's notes, adding ideas for story beats and things to do with the characters and world. I always figured I wouldn't actually turn this into a real thing and figured I'd just keep it to my own imagination but the brainworms eventually won, so here I am!

Uh, so I don't know how "good" this is gonna be? Hell even this first chapter I'm already worried that maybe I tried to do too much at once. As I was writing a lot of extra ideas hit me for how I could better build this as a solid foundation of the rest of the story. I wanted every scene to like, matter, yknow? It might just straight up be too long! But any time I considered cutting a scene just to make things more brief I was like "no, no, I need that part". I could have also cut it into multiple chapters but it's the same amount of content so like, what would the point be. If you're wondering, the break points for a 3-chapter version of this would have been Mafuyu showing up at Kanade's place and Kanade seeing the others off at the train station.

Right off the bat, the prologue is a bit different tonally and I wanna talk about that. There's not a super high saturation of Pokemon stuff in this opening! I hope that isn't too weird considering this is a Pokemon AU! I wanted to ease Kanade into it before dropping her in the deep end for the last chunk. When the next chapter hits, we’ll be in full on Poke-mode. This chapter also has a handful of more serious moments, which is par for the course since y'know, Niigo. I actually cut out or edited some bleaker moments because I thought they felt out of place, lol. It's gonna get a lot more consistently lighthearted from here, I promise! (Mostly!)

I have the broad strokes of this story outlined, both in written notes and a map that I scribbled out. I don't have all the details in-between locked in, I'm being flexible there, but I know where I want this to go and generally speaking what I want to do with the whole cast.

I'm not aiming for anything super profound with this, and I have no practical experience in long-form storytelling. Hopefully that doesn't bite me in the butt too hard. Going forward, some chapters might end up being mostly choreographed action, some might be the characters sitting around talking for a few thousand words. At the end of the day, this is just me having fun with my favorite characters in one of my favorite fictional words. I'm trying to not think so hard that I corner myself.

On that note, I think it's worth noting up front that this is very much my version of these characters in my version of Unova. Not in a "my fic don't like don't read" kind of way but like... you might not agree with every choice?

For the most part character origins will have to be built from the ground up, though as you can see from this first chapter I've tried to keep bits and pieces from canon that I think naturally fit. Niigo's origin story is honestly pretty easy to write and intuit around considering they first met remotely. And while I did do a lot of expositing in this opening I think that instead of every character getting an airtight, perfectly laid out backstory, I'll leave some things to the imagination.

As far as the laws of the Pokemon universe goes, it probably goes without saying that I definitely won't be following strict rules from the games. Some Pokemon might end up learning moves that aren't in their learnset, for example (or at least, if they make sense for the Mon in question). Some moves and abilities might have their function tweaked for this context, or I might go for a different interpretation of how the move manifests physically. There’ll be Pokemon that have more than literally four moves. Stuff like that. I'm inserting some headcanons, some ideas that I think fill in gaps in the world building, and there'll be a lot of changes to the design of the world. I joke to myself that this is a "post-globalism Unova", because there's some locations that are really different, a couple totally original locations, and Pokemon here that don't show up in Pokemon BW/2. You could call it "anime logic" if you want, I just think loosening the rules makes things more interesting and fun to write and read. 

One more little nugget: In case you didn't recognize it, the title is from the Jin song made for the Project Voltage collab! It's my favorite song so far from the crossover, it makes me feel so many things. It just felt like a perfect fit for this story vibes-wise, as well as a fun coincidence since I’d been imagining Kanade with an Eevee for months beforehand.

I may run out of steam eventually, but I'm publishing this first chapter because I'm currently feeling fired up about it. Even if the current enthusiasm wanes over time this'll be here for me to poke with an update whenever I want.

I'd love for you to join me on this silly journey, and I hope you can enjoy it!

[quietwingsinthesky]

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Supernatural

Relationships: Gabriel & Lucifer, Jack Kline & Lucifer

Additional Tags: Lucifer is Jack Kline's Parent, Post-Canon Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Happy, Gabriel and Lucifer are Siblings (Supernatural), The ArchAngels Discord Drabble Weekly Challenge (Supernatural), Child Jack Kline

Summary:

Definition: 1. A test of the child to figure out who the father is. 2. A test of the father to figure out if he's ready to be in the child's life.

"He doesn't look much like me," Lucifer says. He's quiet enough that Gabriel second-guesses what he heard and doesn't bother to respond, up until the silence gets to Lucifer and he pushes, "does he?" Gabriel opens his eyes. He's sprawled out over the back of the picnic bench, and without turning, he can see Lucifer's shoulder and the back of his head. The sky takes up most of his vision. It's strikingly blue, barely a wisp of a cloud cutting through the middle of his vision. The sun is a warm, bright reassurance of freedom, and, not for the first time, Gabriel wonders if Lucifer feels the same way about it. He was stuck in Hell for a lot longer. Gabriel still doesn't answer for another minute, letting his thoughts collect into something more coherent than the lazy mess they've become, but he makes a noise so that Lucifer knows he's thinking about it. Lucifer leans back, resting one arm on the table.

Gabriel's exhausted. He must be getting old, or maybe no one's immune to being run ragged by their baby nephew, not even archangels. It's Raphael's turn with Jack, now. They're teaching him to fly.

Michael wanted to be here. Lucifer almost allowed it.

They'll have time to figure that out later.

Gabriel's a little surprised he's allowed around Jack. Maybe he and Lucifer have finally hurt each other enough that it evened out. He knows that can't be the case (or else, wouldn't Michael fall into the same category?) Still, there's a certain satisfaction in the idea that they each took their licks and can let bygones be bygones.

(He envies Raphael sometimes, for getting out of the game before it got worse, but then he remembers how the Empty felt, how it-

No one won. Except Dad. Until he didn't. Really should have paid attention to how the rest of them went down and realized that you don't fuck with the Winchesters, no matter how big you are, because they make sure you fall harder.)

"He's blond. Darker than you, but close enough to count," Gabriel says, finally. He runs his tongue over his lip, feels the minute indentations of the skin. It's soothing, so long as he doesn't think too hard about why that is. "You have the same smile," he adds.

"I wasn't talking about my vessel." Gabriel shifts and rests his hands over his stomach. One very brave mosquito buzzes up to his ear. Gabriel flicks his head, once, twice, but the little daredevil doesn't scare easy. He sits up, crossing his legs under him.

"I know you weren't," Gabriel says, waving the mosquito away. "Shoo. I taste bad."

"What?" Lucifer turns to look at him. The mosquito drifts towards his neck, and Gabriel swats at the air beside it. It finally catches the hint and flies away.

"Not talking to you." Gabriel can actually see Jack and Raphael now. He'd like to say that Jack's a natural, but he's far from it.

Michael used to tell stories about Lucifer as a fledgling and about how awkward of a flier he was for decades. Gabriel was never able to square that with the older brother he knew, he was so graceful, so beautiful, so perfect. Now, he looks at Jack, and he thinks he can see it in every mismatched flap of his wings.

"Weren't you in a different one, anyway?" he asks. He knows bits and pieces of the story. The funny parts.

"I don't want to talk about it." Lucifer's tone turns sharp and upset, and Gabriel stows the taunt he has on the tip of his tongue about Lucifer slutting his way through prospective vessels. Above them, Jack tumbles, one wing beating slower than the other and sending him into a nosedive as he frantically tries to correct himself. Lucifer jumps up, watching Jack. Gabriel reaches out to grab his wrist and stop him. His eyes are on Raphael, who plummets faster than Jack and spreads their wings below him to cushion his fall. Jack lands against one, rolls back against the third pair, and by the time he hits the ground, his momentum has been broken. Gabriel and Lucifer can both hear him laugh as Raphael settles on the grass beside him. Gabriel catches the hint of a smile on their sibling's face, and he's reminded that it's not just him who missed taking care of the younger angels. Gabriel relaxes his grip, and Lucifer sits back down.

"It doesn't matter, anyway. You were throwing grace into the mix, not DNA."

"But he doesn't-" Lucifer cuts himself off. Gabriel eyes him.

"Are you doubting he's yours? You need Maury to announce to the world that you're the father?" Lucifer chuckles, which catches Gabriel off-guard.

"I know he's mine." Lucifer's voice is soft, affectionate. Familiar to a part of Gabriel that's centuries out of use. "He's perfect."

Gabriel would beg to differ. The kid was raised by Winchesters, killed a couple people, declared himself God, the works.

"He's good," Lucifer whispers. "He's nothing like me."

Oh, Gabriel thinks. It takes less than a minute for his pity to twist into a scowl on his face. Jack's right there, and Gabriel can see it on his face that he wants something with Lucifer. There's a place in his life for Lucifer to be his father, and Lucifer, instead of taking it, is sitting back and watching from afar. He's so scared of corrupting Jack by getting close to him that he's going to make the kid wonder what he's done wrong when Lucifer is willing to make amends with his brothers, but not with his own son.

"Lucky for you, you come by being a deadbeat dad honestly," Gabriel snaps. He expects Lucifer to get angry with him for that comment, not to stare at Gabriel like he's stuck a knife in his back. Some of that pity stirs up to soften Gabriel's blows. "What do you want more, Luci? To put him on a pedestal so high you can't see him, or for him to hug you whenever you come around?" Lucifer watches Raphael help Jack to his feet, their wings brushing against his as they run their hands over the arch like they're making sure he isn't hurt. Of course he isn't. Raphael would never let that happen.

"I want him to be happy." Gabriel nods his head at Jack.

"Then, look. He's happy," he says, "and if you spend time with him, I promise, he's not going to hate you and become miserable." Lucifer doesn't move, and Gabriel loads his final argument and aims where he knows he'll hit hardest. "Besides, what a way to stick it to Dad." Lucifer looks back at him, and he smiles. Gabriel wasn't lying about the family resemblance there. Raphael and Jack take to the sky again, and after a moment of watching them go, Lucifer stands. Even their wings could have been perfect mirrors once, but Lucifer's are more scars and hellfire now than the shiny pearl coloring of Jack's feathers. Lucifer follows them, cutting a jagged path through the air, not the awkward fledgling that Michael remembered nor the graceful older brother Gabriel looked up to. If Gabriel told Jack about those old ghosts, he wonders if Jack would believe that Lucifer was ever like that. If he could square who he was once with who he is now.

Gabriel pushes himself off the bench and spreads his wings. They groan protest. He really is getting old.

He flies after Lucifer.

[autistic-girl-academic]

so I’ve been going through the base game story on several of my less-used GW2 characters, and I’m kind of obsessed with Zhaitan right now given all we’ve learned about the lore of the world and the Elder Dragons since then. here’s me talking out loud to myself about all my weird disjointed thoughts and headcanons.

like, at first I figured that the Elder Dragons had either spawned fully-formed from the Mists/pure magic or whatever, or were just timeless beings, but Soo-Won talks about them growing from hatchlings (one of her legendary weapon quotes mentions they came from eggs) similarly to Aurene. which raises my first big question: was Zhaitan ‘born’ undead? because Soo-Won states that the growing Zhaitan developed a curiosity for “all things dead”, implying Zhaitan wasn’t dead at that point. I remember some kind of semi-canonical take from an ANet employee being that Mordremoth started out with a more corporeal dragon body before becoming one with the jungle, so I wonder if...he or she or it or even they (because Zhaitan’s body being composed of so many other undead dragons/the whole mouthful of moving hydra heads thing gives me huge hivemind vibes) went through a similar drastic change at some point. did Zhaitan die once before the others somehow but was able to reanimate through the power of the facet of Death? do those other dragons grow as part of Zhaitan’s body and drop off to become champions like Tequatl, or were they individuals that were assimilated into it?

and tying into that is my second big question, which is: what’s Zhaitan’s personality like, if there even is one? notably, the Zhaitan aspect of the Dragonvoid fought at the end of EoD doesn’t have ANY lines, not even growling like the Primordus one. there are more intelligent Risen like the Mouths and Eyes that are capable of elaborate speech, but how much of that is their own intelligence and words? is Zhaitan basically in the final stages of being nothing but a magic-starved beast, like Kralkatorrik’s Torment, or is there more there just shrouded in mystery? the legendary weapon quotes REALLY light my brain on fire in this area, because some give the impression Zhaitan sees turning every living thing into Risen as a mercy - “Think of the terror they all endured, and the wounds they tried to survive”; “the worst that could happen is already over” (in which case the King Reza Eye offering you a reunion with your dead mentor might not just be a way to get your guard down). others lean more into the ‘death is inevitable and life is weak and fragile’ angle (though I guess the two might not be mutually exclusive). maybe Zhaitan isn’t degraded like Kralkatorrik or animalistic like Primordus, but just doesn’t see living things worth talking to much.

SO personally, I like to combine bits and pieces of all these angles, and even give a dash of almost ‘mad scientist’ to the mix. I picture Zhaitan being born a relatively normal-looking dragon hatchling, maybe a bit frailer than the others. like Soo-Won says, as they grow, Zhaitan becomes curious about death and the dead - obsessed, even, and dangerously. life is fleeting and impermanent, after all, but life after death could hold infinite potential. maybe the facet of Death is already changing them physically, or maybe they die and are reanimated by it, or maybe they even take that step themselves to become ‘more’. they take not just the bodies of the dead into themselves but their minds and memories as well, driven by a hunger for both magic and knowledge; Orr isn’t chosen just because of how many died there, but because that kingdom had so much history and influence on Tyria as a whole. every living being can be collected like specimens to be cataloged - gorillas and the Great Giants aren’t extinct, just evolved! of course, one could argue that everything being dead stagnates the potential for further growth and creation, but Zhaitan doesn’t see it that way. to them, it’s life and all its weaknesses that limits you.

[ogden-narrator]

The cut of the stolen time capsule videos starts with a close up on Ida Clarke, the blonde wagging her finger before speaking.

@idaclarke:  “This place ain’t your friend.”

It cuts to black for a split second, before cutting to the next video.

@sassa-fiske: “People aren’t who they say they are. They aren’t who they pretend to be. Trust me. Nothing and no one is what they seem.”

And again, and again, as it cycles through what seems like everyone’s submitted videos. 

@anyaexe: “You’re here for four years, and from that point onwards most of these people won’t spare you a single thought.”

@charfletchh: “Fuck it.” You see her consider it briefly before lifting up her top and flashing her chest.

@leakywright: “Fuck bitches, get money.”

@snxwflxwers: “Do cocaine. Cheat on your finals. Sleep with your best friend's partner. Try your best not to get stabbed in the back, but I'm sure you will anyway. None of this actually matters, all your parents will pay so nothing ever ruins your damn lives."

@defavorise: “Don’t disappear without a trace and leave a bunch of cryptic notes for your peers to find. It’s dramatic and fucking weird and it’s already been done.” 

@sebmorrison: “My best piece of advice… don’t waste a second of it, because you never know when it’s gonna end.”

@ironlvngs: “This school is boring as fuck. So boring, that a missing girl from campus must have been the most interesting thing to happen to it since I started. And it's no wonder she had to slip and run away from here the way that she did.”

@aletheapierce: “Everyone you encounter has so much more going on under the surface. Be careful, be kind, and maybe spend some time exploring what’s there. Then maybe they won’t surprise you in ugly ways.”

@jacqui-velazquez: “Jesse made me feel like I mattered. And then it turned out it was all just…fake. A game for him. A literal bet. And once he won, he just ghosted. Even though I was…”

@jessehart: “I was fucking this girl who had a boyfriend for pretty much all of my Sophomore year. And I’m not sorry. It was fun, we had fun together. The secrecy and the sneaking around is fun. And you know what? I’ll do it again next year.”

@aceofportsmouth: “I’m just another brat.”

@milonavarroo: “If you manage to look around you and every single person has their back turned, you should look inward and you will probably find the reason why."

@court-mills: “I feel like I’ve gotten so addicted to the feeling of people actually liking me.”

@cinnamonfm​: “I’m overworked and exhausted. I’m constantly trying to live up to some invisible standard that I’m not quite sure I meet.”

@rhia-falla​: “I used to think I existed for a boy. To love him and heal him, to give him every part of me. But people aren’t toys to be fixed. It doesn’t work like that. All I did was break myself trying to be needed by him.”

@walshparker​: “How often do you run into your ex—a serious ex—after they’d hooked up with someone else, find out you were completely wrong about a person, bite back… intense guilt in front of a friend, and finally feel like you’re going somewhere with someone who really excites you? All in one night?”

@ollieinoue​: “One day you can be getting stoned in your room after a party and some scrawny little shit head from South Dakota will walk in and suddenly maybe you don't want to die as much as you used to…But I guess there is a lot of shit I still haven't told him. Like, I'm just really … Forget it.”

@dantebsinferno​: “I like fucking guys. Change that, I love it. I don’t care if they are in me or I’m in them, it’s the best shit.”

@rileyvander4rd​: “You made a big mistake and if you're smart, you'll fix it. If not, I guess I'll see you fifty years from now.... when I look almost as hot as I do now and you're regretting every life decision you ever made since the day you chose to view me as a commodity.”

@mari-zuko​: “I thought I loved her.” 

@pi-mimi-for-hire​: “Life sucks. You can’t escape it.”

@nataliavega​: “Since these look way better now than they will then…” Nat’s fingers bunched around the hem of her shirt before she lifted it and her bra up, flashing her bare chest at the camera.

@montyrichler​: “Ogden’s dogshit. Sorry you didn’t make the cut for Yale."

The video cut to black again, this time staying black for longer, a few seconds ticked by, letting everything the viewer had just seen sink in, before a familiar blonde’s face appeared on screen. 

“You see,” Greer Morrison started, eyes distant even with the easy-going smile on her face. “People think the way to get close to me is to let me in on their secrets. But they never once tried to figure out mine.”

“And god, I have so many,” the golden girl said, letting out a low laugh, the sound contagious, just as it always had been when she was actually around. “Like...for example, things are over between my boyfriend. Maybe he doesn’t realize it yet, but if he hasn’t figured it out by the end of the summer….” 

And with that, the video cut, this time turning to black for good, leaving everyone wondering - what else had Greer shared on that tape? 

[lemonnngrass]

Oh Stanley, you didn't just activate the controls, did you?

After they kept you enslaved all these years, you go and you try to take control of the machine for yourself, is that want you wanted? Control?

Oh...Stanley. *sigh* I applaud your effort, I really do, but you need to understand; there's only so much that machine can do.

You were supposed to let it go, turn the controls off, and leave.

If you want to throw my story off track, you're gonna have to do much better than that. I'm afraid you don't have nearly the power you think you do; for example, and I believe you'll find this pertinent:

Stanley suddenly realized that he had just initiated the network's emergency detonation system. In the event that this machine is activated without proper DNA identification, nuclear detonators are set to explode, eliminating the entire complex.

How long until detonation, then? Hmm...let's say, um...two minutes.

Ah, now this is making things a little more fun, isn't it, Stanley? It's your time to shine! You are the star! It's your story now; shape it to your heart's desires.

Ooh, this is much better than what I had in mind! What a shame we have so little time left to enjoy it.

Mere moments until the bomb goes off, but what precious moments each one of them is! More time to talk about you, about me, where we're going, what this all means...I barely know where to start!

What's that? You'd like to know where your co-workers are? A moment of solace before you're obliterated?

Alright. I'm in a good mood. You're going to die anyway. I'll tell you exactly what happened to them: I erased them. I turned off the machine; I set you free.

Of course, that was merely in this instance of the story. Sometimes when I tell it, I simply let you sit there in your office forever, pushing buttons endlessly and then dying alone. Other times, I let the office sink into the ground, swallowing everyone inside; or I let it burn to a crisp.

I have to say this, though, this version of events has been rather amusing. Watching you try to make sense of everything and take back the control wrested away from you...it's quite rich. I almost hate to see it go!

But I'm sure whatever I come up with on the next go around will be even better.

My goodness! Only 34 seconds left...but I'm enjoying this so much! You know what? To hell with it. I'm going to put some extra time on the clock; why not!

These are precious additional seconds, Stanley. Time doesn't grow on trees!

Oh, dear me, what's the matter, Stanley? Is is that you have no idea where you are going or what you're supposed to be doing right now? Or did you just assume when you saw that timer that something in this room is capable of turning it off?

I mean, look at you, running from button to button, screen to screen, clicking on every little thing in this room! These numbered buttons! No! These coloured ones! Or maybe this big, red button! Or this door! Everything! Anything! Something here will save me!

Why would you think that, Stanley? That this video game can be beaten, won, solved? Do you have any idea what your purpose in this place is? Hahaha, heh, Stanley...you're in for quite a disappointment.

But here's a spoiler for you: that timer isn't a catalyst to keep the action moving along. It's just seconds ticking away to your death. You're only still playing instead of watching a cutscene because I want to watch you for every moment that you're powerless, to see you made humble.

This is not a challenge. It's a tragedy. You wanted to control this world; that's fine. But I'm going to destroy it first, so you can't.

Take a look at the clock, Stanley. That's 30 seconds you have left to struggle. Thirty seconds until a big boom, and then nothing. No ending here, just you being blown to pieces. Will you cling desperately to your frail life, or will you let it go peacefully?

Another choice! Make it count. Or don't. It's all the same to me. All a part of the joke. And believe me, I will be laughing at every second of your inevitable life, from the moment we fade in until the moment I say: Happily Ever Af-

(explosion cuts him off)

the autism and the add saw the word stanley and a silly guy has a busted lip now frm tryna not scream:3