#so if I write this it might take a while as sinister will play a big role in this and I dont know enough about him yet

[stripesdrawingadventures]

this has been spawned into existens due to an discord convo with @s-e-v-e-n-24

I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHH

also if I get enough attention I will write the complementary fic to it soooo

[mvskedxrtist]

Fit for a Queen

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Hypersensitivity, Praise Kink, Slight Master Kink, Cockwarming, Nipple Play

Nᴏᴛᴇ: Uhh first time posting something like this so please go easy on me. Not really used to writing in second person but this might help overtime. Reblogs and just overall comments I appreciate!

AMAB!Reader x Vil Schoenheit - Fit for a Queen

What to do, what to do.. Well you already had set up the next unbirthday party for your dorm, did all your chores, and even finished all of your homework. You were completely bored and needed something fun. You would of asked your boyfriend Vil if the two of you could spend time together but he had explained that he had a photo shoot for the day. So now here you were, laying on your bed in the Heartslabyul dorm. Maybe you should take a nap, and you were if Vil hadn't texted you in that minute.

My Queen 💜👑: My dorm, next five minutes.

Well he came back quickly. But it just meant you got to spend more time together with him. And he did so pretty quickly. The next ten minutes after arriving in Pomefiore was filled with soft loving from the two to Vil in reverse cowgirl on your length, your chest pressed against his back, and your fingers slowly twisting his nipples. Seems the both of you had been too deprived from school and Vil's career that your lovely Queen needed some relief.

"H-hahh— [Name], stop the teasing.." Vil whined softly as he looked back at you. The slight sinister look on your face as you continued to tease the model, flicking his nipples and kissing the back of his neck. He couldn't hold his whimpers in anymore, it felt too good.

"Ahhh— M-master~" Vil had been letting out the cutest moans while you kept teasing him. You hadn't moved your cock an inch once it was in Vil yet he was already so sensitive from your touch.

"Aww.. I haven't done much yet you're moaning for me~ gods, you sound so cute my Queen~" You chuckled into his ear before kissing the back of his neck. The Heartslabyul student did know that after, Vil would get mad if someone sees the mark, so you picked somewhere that could be hidden by his uniform.

"Such a pretty queen aren't you baby?~" You smiled and hugged the Housewarden close, the shift in his body made Vil moan a bit louder than what he wanted but panted softly and looked back at his boyfriend.

"I hate when you make me feel so sensitive to your touch.." Vil jokingly grumbled and sighed while you laughed softly and played with his hair. "Sure you do, my fairest Queen. Sure you do."

[wishluc]

might we see more yandere lilia... your way of writing him is so >>>>

You're too kind ♡ Thank you!

✧ CW: yandere character, manipulation, jealousy

✧ PAIRING: Lilia Vanrouge x GN! reader

Admittedly, Lilia thinks he may have been a little too soft on you

The realization only dawns upon him when he finds you in the hallway, after declining his offer to help you with some homework. He thought you did so because you were feeling unwell, or tired, but it was clearly not the reason. He notices, with a tinge of irritation, that you're holding your books, the polish on your little finger has chipped, and you're laughing, carefree and joyous, with one of your classmates. Bitterness fills his mouth when he realizes that you left him to spend time with someone else.

He doesn't let his irritation show, not even when he fluidly interjects your conversation to ask, his voice light, if you had gone to study with your friend.

"Yes," there's a faint giggle following your words, one that makes his eyes narrow, "He's been such a great help! I've never gotten so much done in a day."

Your callousness—your casual disregard for how he may feel hearing this—stings most. More than it does seeing another arm brush back your hair as you're leaving and your radiant smile directed to someone else when he's right there. More than the knowledge that he's been kicked to the curb so you could giggle away with someone else.

It appeared to him that you may have forgotten that Lilia was not always sweet and doting. You had gotten too used to your playful senior, unaware of the role he played many years ago in the Briar Valley. You had no clue that behind his gentle caresses were brutal strikes and behind his lively words, frightening commands.

But this could very well serve as a good opportunity for you to learn.

Lilia's initial plan was to target Malleus during Beanfest (all, of course, in good fun), but considering your recent show of ungratefulness, he decided to focus on you for a little while. He only wanted to scare you a little, just to shake you up and make you realize that Lilia could be frightening if he wanted to, and that you were extremely fortunate to be on the receiving side of his tender touch and not the cold point of his blade instead.

Honestly, he wanted to scare you just a little.

But seeing you sprawled below him, eyes wide and breathing shallow, heart pounding against your chest, your limbs unmoving and fear etched into every crevice of your figure, Lilia couldn't help but mess with you a little more. He leans in closer, letting you see the unfeeling hardness in his eyes and the menacing grin on his face, holding you still with an iron grip and digging his nails just enough to prick the skin of your cheek. The silence is deafening. He had planned well enough to lure you away from any crowds, leaving you even more terrified at the realization that there was nobody to help. Not that anyone in NRC was selfless enough to get in his way and sacrifice their lives for you.

"Caught you," his usual airy tone is completely gone, leaving behind something sinister and unsettling. He hears you exhale sharply, and watches as you begin to tremble as his hand squeezes you once more.

Then he pulled back with a light giggle, all previous signs of malice gone immediately and replaced by a mischievous grin.

"Oh? I didn't scare you too much, did I?"

Your lips part in an awkward, still-shaken laugh. Delight thrums in him as he observes how you still reach out to take his outstretched hand, despite how you're still reeling from the shock. There's still apprehension in the way you hesitate, and the heavy silence that follows, but Lilia wasn't bothered. He glances at your intertwined hands with a concealed smirk.

It was a lesson well learned.

all works © wishluc. do not copy, steal or repost my works on other platforms. (including translations)

[1asbrightasthestars3]

Soo... Just hearmeowt.

A while ago I had an idea to a merthur fanfiction. (It is my original idea and if this has been made before please do inform me.)

So because I am very very incredibly bored I decided to tell chat gpt my idea and have it create a summary for the fic.

Summary:

In a realm where magic and destiny intertwine, the legend of Merlin and Arthur takes a profound turn. In this world, balance is not just a concept but a law, as immutable as the stars. Merlin, the immortal sorcerer bound to the Pendragon lineage, carries a secret burden—a magical tether that binds his fate to Arthur's, the once and future king.

For every wound Merlin suffers that should have claimed his life, a mark appears on Arthur, not as a wound but as a scar, etched into his skin like a tattoo born of fire. These marks do not pain Arthur, yet they burn with the intensity of a flame, a constant reminder of battles fought and unseen forces at play.

Arthur, raised in the chivalrous life of a knight, had always believed these scars to be battle wounds, a testament to his bravery and strength. However, his father, King Uther, a man with a heart hardened by his crusade against magic, sees something more sinister in these mysterious marks. He watches, suspicion growing like a disease, as Arthur accumulates scars even when he hasn't stepped foot on the battlefield.

The pivotal moment comes during a time of plague, when Arthur is bedridden, his strength sapped by fever and illness. Merlin, ever loyal, takes up arms alongside the knights, venturing into the fray to protect the kingdom that Arthur cannot defend.

It is during this time that Uther, visiting his son, notices fresh scars blossoming on Arthur's skin—scars that could not possibly have come from his sickbed. The realization strikes Uther with the force of a thunderbolt: these are no ordinary scars, and his son, born of magic himself, might be entangled in sorcery.

Haunted by paranoia and the fear of magic, Uther confronts Merlin, demanding answers to the riddles that have plagued his reign. It is then, under the weight of accusation and the threat of death, that Merlin reveals the truth of their connection, a truth as old as time itself.

A MERTHUR SOULMATES AU (the whole show was a soulmates au but bare with me.)

Anyways if you liked the idea, do tell me. And if enough people will like it I'll write it!

Let me know! ~L

[demi-shoggoth]

2024 Reading Log, pt 2

006. Gardening Can Be Murder by Marta McDowell. I honestly thought that this book was going to be about something else. With the subtitle “how poisonous plants, sinister shovels and grim gardens have inspired mystery writers”, I thought it was going to be about, you know, that. True crime themed to gardens, discussions of poisonous plants, that sort of thing. The book is actually about the mystery books that have gardening as a theme. And while the author’s dedication to not spoiling anything (seriously, anything, even 150 year old stories like The Moonstone or “Rappacini’s Daughter”) is admirable in its own way, this leaves the book feeling like endless buildup without any payoff. Big fans of murder mysteries might enjoy this—especially the last chapter, which interviews writers about their gardens—but I found it more boring than anything else, and finished it only because it was very short.

007. Antimony, Gold and Jupiter’s Wolf by Peter Wothers. This book is about how the elements got their names, and most of it deals with the early modern period, as alchemy transitioned to chemistry and then into the 19th century, when chemistry was a real science, but things like atomic theory were not yet understood. The book goes into fascinating detail, and has a lot of quotes from primary sources, as scientists then were just like scientists now, that is, opinionated and bickering with each other over their preferred explanations. And names! Many of the splits between elements and their symbols (like Na for sodium) are due to compromise attempts to appease two different factions with their preferred names. A book covering arcane minutia of history always has the risk of feeling like a slog, but this is a fast and fun read.

008. Doctor Dhrolin’s Dictionary of Dinosaurs by Nathan T Barling and Michael O’Sullivan, illustrations by Mark P Witton. This book is an odd concept, but one that I was immediately on board with—a D&D book written by paleontologists with the intention of bringing accurate and interesting stats for prehistoric reptiles to the game. The fact that it’s mostly illustrated by Mark Witton definitely clinched my backing that Kickstarter. And this book is a lot of fun. So much so, that I read it all in a single sitting. I don’t know how accurate the stats are (like, a Hatzegopteryx has a higher CR than titanosaurs or T. rexes), but they seem like they’d be fun in play, and the writing does a good job of combining fantasy fun with actual education. Even for someone not running a 5e game, the stuff on how to run animals as not killing machines, and the mutation tables, could be useful. There are multiple types of playable dinosaurs, all of which seem like they’d work well at the table and avoid typical stereotypes, and a lot of in-jokes and pop culture references (like the cursed staff of unspared expense, which looks like Hammond’s cane in the Jurassic Park movie).

009. Romaine Wasn’t Built in a Day by Judith Tschann. I’m a sucker for books about etymology. And this one, on food etymology, is a pretty breezy read. I had fun with it, and it even busted some misconceptions that I had, etymologically speaking. Like, there’s no evidence that “bloody” as an explicative originated from “God’s blood”? Wild. Etymology books tend to be written in a sort of stream-of-consciousness style, where talking about one word may lead down a garden path to the next one. The book also has a couple of little matching quizzes, which is something I haven’t seen in a book since like the 90s.

010. The Lives of Octopuses and their Relatives by Danna Staaf. I was previously a little disappointed in The Lives of Beetles, another book in this series, but I knew I liked Staaf, who wrote the excellent book Squid Empire about cephalopod evolution and paleontology. I’m pleased to report that this book is also excellent. Staaf takes the “lives” part seriously, and the book is arranged by ecology, looking at different marine habitats, the challenges that they pose to living things, and the cephalopods that live there. Cuttlefish get slightly short shrift in this book compared to squids and octopuses, but that’s about the biggest complaint I had. I like how the species profiles cover more obscure taxa, and information about the best studied (like Pacific giant octopus and Humboldt squid) is kept to the chapters.

[ominosus]

all cards on the table — sebastian sallow x fem!reader x ominis gaunt part 2

Ah, yes... this is a long one... I might write a third part... continuing where this part leaves us... let me know what you think ok byeeeeee ❤︎♥︎❤︎♥︎❤︎

plot summary: older sebastian sallow x fem!reader x ominis gaunt — During one of your regular game nights with the boys at Gaunt manor you find yourself in an unexpected predicament when all cards are put on the table when a bet is lost. Confessions of well-kept-secrets from several years unshackles lust and longing you thought you'd take with you to your grave.

warnings: 18+, talking about masturbation, consumption of alcohol, kissing, rough play, choking (but nicely, hehe)

Read the pilot here ♥︎

”Mercy, mercy!” Sebastian cried out underneath his pale-blond friend who hovered above him. You couldn’t help yourself but observe the strained muscles underneath their shirts while they manhandled each other. It made your cheeks blush, but it wasn’t something that couldn't be blamed on the firewhiskey or the fire itself. Breaths of laughter left them both as they parted with matching grins on their faces. All it took was a good tumble and they were tiptop, shipshape, good as new. Boys, you thought rolling your eyes at them. 

It wasn’t a normal occurrence for Ominis to behave this way. Him getting so defensive about something wildly peaked your interest. ”It’s no fair not telling me.” you spoke, looking at them both panting on the floor. Ominis turned to where you sat. ”Since when did we start to keep secrets from each other?” you added, innocently, knowing very well you had an array of secrets tucked away far from their nimble reach. By the looks on their faces, both Sebastian and Ominis had their own secrets tucked away from you. ”Perhaps-” Sebastian started before being cut off by you.”I know.” you spoke. ”Since neither of you have the guts to tell me, you little wimps…” you teased. ”Hey, I do have the guts to…” Sebastian’s low voice fought back, but you didn’t care to listen. Knowing very well both of them had a hard time declining a bet, especially when their pride was at stake, you pushed on. ”-how about we raise the stakes for our next game? If you dare, that is.” you finished, with a sly smile, looking down at your lap.

Ominis sighed out a laugh and grunted lightly. Sebastian looked at you with a rather unreadable look on his face before he pulled up one corner of his lip. ”Raise them.” he countered, shrugging his shoulders unbothered, before turning his head towards his friend who now laid flat on the floor with his hands in his face. ”Two against one, I’m afraid…” he spoke, feigning empathy. Ominis pulled himself off the ground before sighing, his hair in a disarray after their tussle. ”Go on then - but I’ll have you know, we’re raising the stakes for you too.” he spoke, earning a rather sinister smile from Sebastian who hummed in agreement. ”Oh, that we are.” Sebastian added. ”Sure.” you shrugged, cooly. Now Sebastian laughed at you. ”We’re not going to make it easy for you, as we otherwise always do…” he spoke gazing at you with his dark eyes, tugging at your chest. You rolled your eyes at him. ”Right, right…” you spoke. ”All along I thought you’ve been nice because you’ve been clever enough to know your own limits, but since it’s only been out of the pureness of your heart…by all means, give me your best, Sallow. About time then, isn’t it.” you mocked him. Ominis laughed as he shook his head, inhaling sharply. ”Merlin.” he spoke, before turning his head towards Sebastian at his side who looked positively wicked. ”Well, if you’re so sure of winning, place your bet… don’t be shy.” he spoke never breaking eye contact. ”Well…” you spoke, now you were the one dragging out your l’s. ”When I win…” you spoke, smiling arrogantly towards your friends. ”- Ominis and you will come clean about whatever happened yesterday…” you added, leisurely. ”-and, you’ll also loan me your secrecy sensor.” you finished, happy with your own bet. You needed it for an upcoming hunt for ancient magic, knowing you’d have to interrogate a wizard or two, and wanting to make it quick work you threw in the relic that belonged to Sebastian in the bet.  ”Why?” Sebastian asked, furrowing his eyebrows. ”Because I need it.” you answered, as if the answer was obvious. ”You know what, I don’t want to loan it. I want it. You’ll give it to me. Fair and square.” you added with a proud smile on your face. Sebastian raised his eyebrows, shaking his head.

”And when you lose?” Ominis suddenly spoke, looking towards you with his blue and foggy eyes. You huffed at his sly peak. ”If I lose…” you spoke before being cut off by Sebastian. ”No, no, no you won’t… You don’t get to choose. You chose for us, we’ll choose for you. Fair and square.” he mimicked you. His eyes had grown even darker. ”When you lose, you’ll do whatever we want you to do during the remainder of the evening. You’ll be our very own entertainment. If we say dance, you’ll dance and if we say sing…” he continued grinning before being cut off by you. “I’ll sing. Yeah, I get it.”You laughed at him, raising an eyebrow. ”Sure, whatever…” you agreed quickly, not knowing what you were agreeing to. ”Make me drink an entire bottle of firewhiskey, dance on the table, give you intel on the next poor witch who’s robes you’ll try to rip off… How awful! Merlin, save me!” you mocked-cried, thinking they would retort or add something to the bet, but to your surprise they remained quiet, just gazing at you. You felt a nervous little pit take shape in your stomach as you sensed that you might have overplayed your hand already. ”Alright, let’s get on with it.” you finished.

The game seemed to go on forever and everyone wanted to come out with the upper hand. The room was quiet except for the crackling fire, the sound of glasses clinking against the table every now and then, and rain whipping against the large windows. The mind games were out of this world as you all tried to psych each other out, using every foul tactic you could remember, all but trying to back out of the bet, of course. Ominis remained collected, it was mostly Sebastian and you who bit at each other’s necks. As time went on your self-assurance faltered as you were dealt weak card, after weak card, but you tried to not let it show.

”Struggling?” Ominis asked you, tongue in cheek. ”You’d like that, wouldn’t you.” you scoffed, making Ominis tug at his lips. ”Oh, he definitely would…” Sebastian whispered where he sat making Ominis cut his foot into Sebastian’s leg, making him winch. ”Whoops…” Ominis spoke, insincerely. You were beginning to realise that the odds were against you and you felt like a mouse caught in a room full of hungry snakes. ”Prepare to lose, y/l/n.” Sebastian spoke, grinning at his cards. ”What should we make her do first, Ominis?” he added as he looked up at his friend. ”The dungeon beneath the left wing hasn’t been properly cleaned in a while…” Ominis spoke, languidly. ”Perhaps she could start there.” he added. You narrowed your eyes at him. ”That’s too mundane, Ominis.” Sebastian added. ”We can do whatever we want... remember that.” he spoke musingly. Ominis’ cheeks changed into a crimson colour as he clenched his jaw at his friend’s words. ”There’s no limits.” Sebastian added, looking at you. ”Oh, ha-ha…” you mumbled, but you sensed an urgency forming in the back of your head. ”There’s definitely limits.” you added, while focusing on your cards. ”Oh, no there isn’t.” Sebastian answered quickly. ”You should have made that clear before the game started. Too late now.” he finished before he pulled a new card from the pile in the middle of the table. You tensed slightly at his words. He’s serious, you thought to yourself. Too serious. You couldn’t help but enjoy the tension growing in the air but it also scared you since it was new and unfamiliar territory. Sebastian had always teased you, but not like this.  

Merlin forgive me, you thought to yourself as you planned an illegal escape. With your fingers you rubbed the cards in your hand – slowly, so that they wouldn’t notice – and the numbers, shapes and colours steadily began to shift, turning your hand of nothing into a straight flush. Second best hand, not too obvious of a cheat, hopefully… you thought to yourself. ”Ready?” you spoke, feigning confidence. ”Ready as can be.” Ominis answered. ”Always.” Sebastian grinned before he placed his hand on the table. ”Flush.” he spoke, sure of his hand. Your heart was beating fast knowing that you would’ve lost if you would have played fairly. Too close for comfort, you breathed. Ominis sighed as he placed his cards on the table, a grin growing on his face. ”Four of a kind.” he spoke, proudly. You almost panted as you glanced at his card, thanking the gods none of them had the same cards as you have conjured up in your hand. Sebastian rolled his eyes. ”Lucky bastard.” They both turned their attention to you. You felt dirty having cheated, as if the room knew and hexed you for it. You huffed out a nervous laugh, making Sebastian believe Ominis had won, but you promptly placed your cards on the table. ”Straight flush.” you spoke, thinly, eyebrows slightly raised. Sebastians eyebrows furrowed. ”No way…” he spoke, moving closer to your cards. Ominis merely sighed before he massaged his eyebrows with one hand. You laughed nervously again as Sebastian nosed your cards. ”You better believe it.” you spoke quickly. ”Really, very, sad… for you… of course.” you added, fumbling on your words a little. ”So, how about that bet, huh.” you finished with a cheap grin making both Ominis and Sebastian frown at you. ”I can’t believe you’re stealing my secrecy sensor, you little minx.” Sebastian spoke sourly. You shrugged at him, raising your eyebrows. He turned his head towards Ominis. ”Go on now.” he said to him. ”Time to confess. Those were the rules…” he added before leaning back into his armchair, smiling coyly.

Ominis sighed. ”Yes, alright, alright… last night…” he started, pulling each word out like thorns, reluctantly, before pausing completely. Sebastian rolled his eyes at him. ”Oh, spit it out. Appease yourself.” he spoke. Ominis clenched his jaw, shook his head and sighed. ”Fine.” he spoke, looking towards Sebastian. ”Yesterday, Sebastian lurked - or should I perhaps say spied - on me while I…” he faltered, a heavy sigh leaving his shoulders. ”-pleasured… myself.” he finished, cringing at his own words. Clearly hating himself for how he phrased it. A giggle left your lips. ”Is that it?” you snickered. ”That’s nothing.” you added quickly. ”I mean I did that yesterday too. There, now you won’t have to feel so embarrassed about it.” you laughed unknowingly as you looked at them, both now turning their attention to you. ”Oh, did you now?” Sebastian started, loosing focus of the former matter before quickly returning to it. ”-no, wait a minute-” he interrupted himself. Ominis was still looking at you. ”We’ll get back to you.” Sebastian spoke quickly, pointing a finger at you before turning to Ominis. ”We’re not quite done with your confession, are we?” he finished. Ominis was still facing you. A heavy sigh left his lips as he relaxed his shoulders. ”I suppose we aren’t…” he added, playing nice. ”Go on then…or I will.” Sebastian warned him. Ominis remained quiet. He couldn’t make himself say it. ”Alright, then I will.” Sebastian spoke. ”Yesterday, as I - alright, I spied a little - so what? Hard not to when you could hear the things I heard - you’ll understand in a moment…” he spoke looking at you nodding his head. Where are we going with this, you thought to yourself. Ominis had turned to face the fire again, trying to hide the redness of his pale cheeks and neck. ”So I realise what is happening – and I’m not a creep…” Sebastian spoke, earning a huff from both Ominis and you as you disagreed. ”You definitely are a creep, Sebastian.” you spoke, earning an annoyed look from him. ”Funny…” he retorted, eyes dark and starring straight at you. ”Do you want to hear it or not?” he asked, rather seriously. You looked towards Ominis who looked strained. ”I’m not…” you began. Sebastian sighed, fed up with how long it took. ”He masturbated to you.” he spoke bluntly. You turned to him just in time to see him raise his eyebrows. The air in the room shifted, it felt thick all of a sudden. You weren’t sure if it was the firewhiskey or if some universal force had put a spell on you all. Sebastian kept talking, but you zoned out completely. ”Didn’t you, Ominis? Giving her sultry orders and singing her sweet nothings…”

”I see…” you whispered, fumbling for what to say. ”That’s also… rather… normal, isn’t it, though…” you added somewhat unconvincingly, knowing very well that he occupied your thoughts last night, as well as several other nights. Not only did Ominis cloud your mind when you needed to get yourself off, but so did Sebastian… and it did mean something, even if you’ve tried to tell yourself that it absolutely didn’t. Having been so close to each other for all these years, and them being unfairly attractive, made it hard for you to form a stronger bond with anyone else. Merlin knows you’ve tried. You pined for them in secret. They had their own little space in your mind, safely tucked away from the real world. You kept it strictly friendly, not wanting to put your relationship on the line for something potentially short-lived, reckless… albeit… probably… incredibly… fucking… amazing…. Your cheeks burned hot as you caught yourself daydreaming and breathed out a thin laugh. I’m in a hazy fever dream, you thought. 

Sebastian wasn’t quite done with his confession. ”And what is most crucial to this story is that he has been whispering your name into oblivion since Hogwarts… ever so devoted.” he added. Ominis turned towards Sebastian now, looking rather angry. ”She didn’t need to know that.” he spoke, but Sebastian was quick. ”Oh, but she did.” he answered. You felt your stomach curl at the thought of Ominis whispering your name. Your cheeks burned violently at the image that appeared in your head making you sigh heavily, before you snapped back to the room in which you found yourself in. You weren’t quite sure if you were dreaming or not. ”You’ve been drooling after her for years, Ominis! It’s exhausting, really, even for me… I’m just trying to help.” Sebastian finished. Ominis shook his head, laughing somewhat sinisterly, quietly. You thought he would curse him there and then but instead a sly smile creeped up on his lips. ”Well, aren’t you kind, Sebastian.” he spoke. You couldn’t help but sway a little at his current demeanor, after what you had just heard, it made your toes curl into the rug beneath your feet. ”Perhaps I should return the favor?” he added, raising his eyebrows. Sebastian narrowed his eyes at his friend. You only had time to think what the hell is going on when Ominis turned to you and opened his mouth. ”Sebastian is also irrevocably and completely besotted with you.” he spoke. This made you cough out a quite aggressive, ha. Sebastian turned to Ominis, face redder than before. ”What are you on about, mate?” he asked through gritted teeth, not as self-assured as before. ”Well, dear Sebastian, Ophelia told me.” Ominis answered quickly, smiling at his friend. You gulped. ”Oh, did she now…” Sebastian uttered quietly, not looking away from Ominis. ”She did, after you abruptly ended it with her, and she desperately tried to find answers to why - wondering who this y/n was, if it was serious or not, if she had any chance of winning you back with time, et cetera…” Ominis spoke languidly. ”You can’t blame the girl, really.” he added, before breathing out a hefty sigh. ”She was heartbroken.” he finished, cooly. ”Well, at least I try to get her out of my system. ” Sebastian punched back at his friend. ”You only whine and pine in the darkness of your big manor…” he added, more quietly. Your hands flew to your face covering the expression that grew on it. Merlin… what is going on, you cried in your head. ”Perhaps I don’t want to get her out of my system.” Ominis countered quickly, calmly. Your hands dropped slightly as you looked at him. ”…and neither do you.” Ominis added, earning an irritated laugh from Sebastian. ”You think you know me so well.” Sebastian mumbled, cheeks flushed. Ominis didn’t answer, he merely raised his eyebrows and shrugged, because you all knew he did. 

Your mind was about to explode. I’m dying, Im sure of it, you thought to yourself as the entire room spun. Suddenly Sebastian turned to you. ”Anything you’d like to share?” he spoke rather mockingly. ”No?” he pushed before you could even begin to say anything. You felt unfairly outed by him. He rolled his eyes at you. ”If I recall correctly I heard you mumble that you think it’s normal to masturbate to the thought of a friend… So, I gather you’ve done it yourself?” he asked, raising the pitch of his voice. You huffed and before you had a chance to reply he cut you off. ”Tell me, how many friends do you have now again?” he added, almost cruelly, making your frown deepen. ”Hm?” he pushed, again. ”Well, I don’t know about you… but I only think about things I desire when I enjoy myself… Counterproductive otherwise, don’t you think.” he added quietly. You just looked at him as he held your gaze, making that feeling in your stomach twist tighter. ”Don’t you, Ominis?” he asked. You turned your attention to your firewhiskey, trying to find some sort of refuge. You felt both of them facing you. You heard Ominis sigh. ”Why yes… I do.” Ominis agreed. ”Say, what did you think about yesterday?” Sebastian asked you. ”A friend, perhaps? Since it’s such a normal thing to do.” he mused, dancing across his words, knowing he had caught you in another one of his traps. Ominis turned to you now as well. ”It’s only fair that we all share.” Sebastian added. ”That wasn’t the bet.” you countered. ”Perhaps not, but it’s good sportsmanship.” he spoke quickly, still looking at you. ”I dare say it is.” Ominis joined in, which caught you slightly by surprise but, then again, you understood that they wanted to even out the playing field, because you were miles above them at the moment, which they didn’t like.

The thought of both of them longing for you, wanting you, made your chest tighten by the lack of air. Coughing slightly you tried to find whatever composure you could muster. ”Come on now.” you spoke, afraid to meet their gaze. It felt as if they had finally realised you were a mouse amongst snakes. ”Just a second ago you were at each other’s throats and now you're ganging up on me?” you added. You tried quite desperately to wrap your head around all that had just floated to the surface while holding on to your own secrets for the life of merlin. ”That’s- that’s not fair at all.” you huffed. ”Come on now, love…” Sebastian countered. ”Don’t act all coy and innocent all of a sudden. You wanted this. We’re well past fair.” he added. ”That we certainly are.” Ominis chipped in. You huffed out a short laugh.

”No- no, we’re not… and I also didn’t know what this was.” you spoke, refusing what had just happened. This will change everything, you thought to yourself. ”Don’t involve me in this.” you spoke, shaking your head, knowing that if you dove deeper, you could never return. Ominis sighed and pushed back the chair he sat in. ”Darling, you’re already deeply involved in this.” he spoke. Him calling you darling made you feel positively delicate. For the love of Lilith, I’ve opened pandoras box, you thought to yourself as you tried to figure out your next move. ”Well, I know for a fact that y/n drools over you too, Ominis…” Sebastian suddenly declared, turning to you and grinning sinisterly. Your jaw dropped to the regions of hades and back. I will kill him, you thought to yourself as you tensed up immensely where you sat. Sebastian reveled in your reaction. All flustered and at a loss for words. Ominis’ frown lifted into a question mark instead. He tilted his head slightly. ”That’s not funny.” he spoke, unamused by his friend's antics. ”No, it’s not.” both you and Sebastian spoke at the same time, making Sebastian grin even more wickedly. ”Jinx.” he spoke quickly, pointing at you, catching you off-guard before he quickly continued.

There was a certain haste to this matter, as if he was loosing patience. You could feel it linger in the entire room. ”No, it isn’t funny…” he repeated himself. ”-but it is true.” he added. ”She takes advantage of you being blind, you know.” he added. You froze at his wording and you had no idea how to react. ”The way she stares at you sometimes, merlin…” he added. ”No wonder no other girl dares to get too close to you. She has her name written all over you.” he finished. You huffed, shaking your head. ”You’re a foul git, you know that.” you spoke through your teeth. ”Oh, I know, love.” he answered. ”Do you deny it?” he asked you, rather seriously. ”That you’re a git?” you clapped back. ”No, I don’t.” you bit at him, making him smile at you. He was unbothered at this point, seeing you loose your cool in front of him. You caught your breath. You couldn’t deny it, because it wasn’t a lie. Ominis just listened, his misty eyes resting somewhere on the table. You pondered lying as you looked at him but felt unable to. ”No.” you answered, quietly. ”Happy?” you asked Sebastian who shrugged at you, and just as he was about to open his mouth, Ominis turned to you. ”I always thought you liked Sebastian…?” he asked, sincerely. You sighed heavily. There it was, you thought to yourself. You wanted to sink beneath the sofa. You wanted to apparate out of there. All of your senses were running high and you thought you’d either faint, melt or seize to be completely. This is exactly what you wanted to avoid, choosing, picking a side, because how could you, and when was it ever on the table? You felt dizzy. Even Sebastian had grown quiet, both now looking at you. You shrunk where you sat. ”Well, it isn’t that simple…” you whispered. Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows as he leaned closer. ”Wait a second…” he spoke, quietly, collecting all the pieces, before he breathed out a short laugh. He looked positively delighted. ”You’re in love with both of us, aren’t you.” he almost whispered, leaning even closer. ”In love…” you huffed, meekly. ”Don’t be ridiculous.” you added, but you couldn’t look at them, which was a huge giveaway. The room had become quiet, uncomfortably so.”You tiny-little-rascal…” Sebastian suddenly growled. You looked up at him. Your eyes traveled to where he was looking. Your cards lying on the table were turning back into their original state. You gulped nervously. ”Fuck.” you spoke underneath your breath. ”What?” Ominis spoke, unaware of what had happened. ”She cheated.” Sebastian answered his friend. The look on Ominis’ face scared you a little as his expression changed before tilting his head, a small strand of his blonde hair falling across his eyes. ”Oh, did she now…” he spoke quietly. 

Sebastian crowed quietly as his lips curled. ”Oh, you’re in trouble now.” he warned you. His dark brown eyes glimmering in the low-fire-lit room but he couldn't help but melt a little at your rose-kissed-cheeks and somewhat frightened expression. He’d seen you fight inferi, goblins and trolls, but he’d never seen you this nervous before. He enjoyed it a little too much. Your heart was about to leap out of your chest onto the table for their picking if you didn’t do anything soon. You felt exposed. You hated it, but you also wanted it. You felt conflicted. There was two thoughts in your head: give in to temptation or run from it. Your heart was speeding up within your chest as you and Sebastian locked eyes. You thought you’d melt at the way they had turned their full attention to you. It felt as if they were peeling you right open and you wanted to flee before they got to the core. Sebastian pierced his eyes at you, as if he could read your mind, steadying himself for what was about to happen. Ominis’ fingers were tapping the table on your other side, as a clock ticking down. ”y/n, you better not-…” Ominis spoke quietly before being cut off.

Without thinking about it you bolted backwards across the back of the sofa, locking your eyes on one of the doorframes in the room. You could hear Sebastian’s chair being pushed back as quickly as your feet met the ground, which made adrenaline pump madly through your veins. You couldn’t help but release an ocean of giggles as you sprinted forward, releasing some of the evenings built up tension. You felt utterly drunk on adrenaline, firewhiskey and lust coursing through your entire body. You could hear Sebastians quick footsteps closing in, making your heart leap within your chest. Just as you were about to reach the door you heard it lock itself as you felt a strong hand grasp onto the fabric of your top. You yelped loudly as you heard it rip at the seams by the mere force before Sebastians entire body crashed against yours – pushing you against the door, forcing one of your arms behind your back while gripping your waist with his free one. You whimpered at the impact, shocked at his strength that you’d been completely unaware of until now, knees weakening at the sensation of his warm body enclosing yours from behind. You stood heaving closely pushed against each other for a little while. You became brutally aware of how incredibly inviting he smelled – awakening something in you. You wanted to turn around and bathe in him – it made you feel faint – but Sebastian didn’t budge even a little.

”Who did you call foul now again…” he whispered into your ear, panting slightly. He pressed you even harder against the door, making you gasp for air as he buried himself deeper. He enjoyed this far too much. Leaning down towards your neck he breathed you in, his groans vibrating quietly against you. ”Fuck, you smell good.” he spoke slowly. You felt the tip of his nose grace the skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Sebastian pushed himself even closer, wanting to melt into you, rip all your clothes off, and fuck you into oblivion then and there, but he composed himself and instead bit down hard on your now exposed shoulder from having ripped your shirt. You whimpered out an uncontrolled high-pitched-sigh at the feeling of his teeth digging into you and him pressing you even harder against the door. It was as if he wanted to consume you. ”Be gentle.” Ominis suddenly spoke from behind you both, sternly. ”And why would I be that?” Sebastian answered him by speaking it into your ear. ”Hmm?” he hummed against you as he pressed his hips against you lower back. You gasped as you felt the outlines of his tensed-up-body against you. ”Do you want me to be gentle?” he whispered to you, knowing very well that you enjoyed it. You merely whimpered softly at his words tickling your ear, making him hum again. You heard footsteps close in on you. Ominis’ figure now appeared in your gaze as he leaned against the door next to you where you were pinned. ”Perhaps cheaters don't deserve to be handled gently.” Ominis spoke, quietly, reaching up to your face and allowing his hand to travel across your burning cheeks before he grabbed ahold of your jaw, pausing at your lips before tracing them with his thumb. He felt himself twitch at the wetness of your lower lip. ”No… she needs a firm hand.” Sebastian added. It felt as if your entire stomach flipped inside of you.”Perhaps I do.” you mustered, out of breath and deliriously drunk on them both. You just managed to see Ominis sly smile before Sebastian swung you around, backing you up against the door and crashing his lips against yours.

Your legs caved completely as the high of his lips moving against you rushed through your body. Sebastian took an even firmer grip around your wrists, holding you up, pinning your arms above your head with one hand and pushing your hips against the door with his other. He didn’t ask for permission but forced your mouth open as he pushed his tongue against yours. You could only manage to whimper at his commands. Ominis bathed in the sounds that came out of your mouth as he listened to how Sebastian’s hand traveled from your hips to your thighs, clawing at your skin – dragging out soft vowels from you against his lips. It all sounded even better than he had ever imagined. ”I want to eat you up.” Sebastian whispered against your lips. ”Go on then.” you answered, completely ensnared by him. He hummed against you. ”Don’t tempt me.” he growled before pulling away, making you gasp at the sudden loss of his touch. You looked at him backing away from you slightly. His dark eyes clawed at you. You looked over at Ominis who stood massaging his head, shaking his head slightly. You were incredibly high on endorphins and absolutely bewildered to the situation you all found yourself in. You couldn’t help but smile at Ominis, who tried to control his own thoughts. He had always been the more reasonable one.

”Get on your knees.” Sebastian spoke quietly, making both you and Ominis turn towards him. You understood that you had all crossed a line already and that you couldn’t return. So, what point in trying… You merely did as you were told, slowly sinking to the floor while looking at Sebastian. Sebastian took a few steps closer before grabbing ahold of your neck and forcing your head upwards. ”You’re going to do exactly as you’re told, little grifter…” he spoke with a low voice. You grinned at the new nickname, making him tighten his grip. ”Do you understand?” he added. You wanted to pull him down to your lips again, but knew you couldn’t and that he wouldn’t let you. You nodded. ”Uh-uh… Use your words. You’re not allowed to go quiet on us now.” he spoke, looking at you like prey. You gulped against his firm hand. ”I’m going to do exactly as I’m told.” you spoke, word-by-word, quietly, slowly, not breaking eye contact. You saw how your words bounced in his head as he heaved heavily, having the exact effect you wanted it to. Sebastian leaned down, erasing the space in between you, still looking into your eyes. His warm lips brushed against yours. You looked at his eyes, his freckles, all of him. Heavens, you thought. He smirked at you before his expression turned rather gentle. His sudden change of demeanor made your heart flutter madly. He bent down further, pressing a rather tender kiss against your lips before pulling away, making you sway, eyes still closed as he still looked at you. A devious smirk now growing wider on his lips as he looked at someone behind you. You felt Sebastian’s hand around your neck release its hold while a gentler hand took its place from behind you. Ominis’ hand slowly traced your shoulder, collarbone and neck before his body pressed against your back as he completely grabbed onto your jaw again, pulling your head straight upwards so that you could see him standing behind you.

”Good little grifter.” he spoke quietly.

[imaginebetterfutures]

I'm back with another sculpture! To be completely honest, this one was a real struggle for me to work out, idea wise. I love working abstractly (see earlier pieces!) but for this one our prompt in class was "objects and identity." We were asked to cast an object from life, and use it to speak to some aspect of ourselves that we want to explore. Not only am I an extremely closed book (pour one out for my therapist) but I'm also really not that interested in replicating objects?

So... I sort of cheated. This isn't *really* a cast of VHS tapes (although I did try to do that, and it failed miserably) but I'm still pleased with the outcome. Sound on for what I think is the best part — the pleasing and/or sinister snick snick snick sound of the tape unspooling and piling up.

If you like long, corny artist statements, boy howdy do I have one for you!

~~ GEODE ~~

My day job is as a journalist, and while I find a lot of the posturing that journalists do about our role as storytellers to be pretentious and often egotistical, I also can't deny that I got into this because I love to see into people's lives. Why do people do what they do? Why do we make the choices we make? How did we get here, as individuals and as a collective?

Much of journalism is about the big moments — wars and chaos and game changing plays. But those don't come out of nowhere. They come from a history, both personal and communal. We are products of our childhoods, our cultures, our teachers, our parents. We come from places that have smells and sounds and textures. And we document those things — and here I don't mean "we" journalists, I mean "we" as people. Humans have, for our entire history, recorded ourselves in one way or another. We write on walls, we tell each other stories, we come up with words that have deep meanings that stretch back into time.

Some journalists see their job as speaking truth to power. Or telling the important stories in the face of chaos and misinformation. Or staking a claim to truth, and defending it. All of that is true, of course. But when I think about my job I don't think about those things. I think about excavation. About telling the story in such a way that you can feel the texture of the people in it. I think of stories like geodes.

Do you know how a geode forms? They start with a volcanic eruption. Lava flows from a hot, angry vent, and mixes with the gases in the air. Most of the time, those gases don't stay put — they escape into the air and go off to become the wind in your hair, or carry pollen, or sweep under a bird's wing. But sometimes, bubbles of gas can't escape the boiling weight of the lava and become trapped. As the lava cools, those bubbles remain. It is only then — held tight and encased in cooling rock — that the crystals characteristic of geodes form.

There is something sad about opening a geode. It can reveal a great beauty, but it is also inherently destructive. You are taking a hammer to something hard and protected and asking it to open, to be seen, to be commented on. Not all geodes want to open. Not all geodes should be opened, perhaps. Not all geodes are beautiful inside. How do you know when to break one, and when to leave it be?

Once you break a geode, you open the crystals up to damage. UV light can bleach the colors inside and the oils on your skin can slowly eat away at the glittering growths.

I think a lot, as a journalist, about the stories that we lose when people die. The small things that they knew — the color of a lover's hair, the name of their neighborhood dog, the true identity of a soldier — that go to the ground with them. I have to stop myself from buying home movies when I see them at garage sales and thrift shops — each one, to me, a geode. Inside they might contain nothing, or everything. Wrapped tight in metallic film they recorded things people thought were important, things people wanted to remember. Trapped in plastic and now, broken open.

My piece is a VHS geode. I have broken it, and it is unspooling, and we are forgetting. It is beautiful and terrible all at once.

[cece693]

Why? (Stu and Billy x Male Reader)

I couldn't help but write a small insert involving my favorite killer duo—Stu and Billy. I'm not happy with the ending, so I might come back and change it. I just wanted to post something quick.

Summary: M/n Prescott was a straight-A student, popular, good-looking, and kind. So why was he holding a gun and aiming it towards his sister? What was his motive?

Sidney's breath caught in her throat as the chilling click of the gun echoed in the kitchen. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, the sound almost drowning out the sense of impending doom.

"What? Did you really believe you'd make it out alive?" M/n's words sliced through the silence like a jagged knife, their mocking tone a cruel contrast to his previous soothing nature. His eyes, once warm and familiar, now gleamed with a disturbing intensity. Sidney's hands trembled as she felt the cold metal of the gun pressed against her skull, its presence sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe it—her sweet brother was a murderer.

"Why?" Sidney couldn't help but ask, her voice trembling with the weight of betrayal and disbelief. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared into M/n's unsettling gaze. "Why are you doing this to me? Why did you kill our friends?" A groan escaped M/n's lips, the sound carrying an eerie mix of boredom and frustration.

"Again with the questions, Sid," M/n sneered. "They were your friends, not mine. Besides, do the majority of serial killers have a reason?"

He watched his sister's expression, almost amused by her attempts to understand the incomprehensible.

"But…" M/n trailed off, his voice taking on a sinister edge, "If you really want a reason for my killing spree, turn around." Sidney's heart raced as she hesitated, the command hanging in the air like a dark omen. Sensing her reluctance, M/n's patience wore thin. With a swift motion, he grabbed his sister and forcibly turned her around, a twisted smirk playing on his lips.

As Stu and Billy entered the kitchen with a knife in hand, the atmosphere grew even more suffocating. M/n's eyes gleamed with a macabre anticipation, relishing in the unfolding chaos. While he would have preferred to finish the job with a gun, he indulged his boyfriend's penchant for theatricality. After all, who was M/n to deny them such pleasure in their twisted game of cat and mouse?

"Surprise! Did you really think it was just M/n on his own?" Stu's voice dripped with mockery as he stepped closer, the knife held menacingly in his hand.

Billy, his expression equally twisted, chimed in, "Yeah, Sid. We've been planning this for a while now." His tone was chillingly casual, as if discussing the weather. "But it doesn't end just there, oh no. We have another surprise for you."

Sidney's heart sank as Billy's words hung heavy in the air, each syllable dripping with malice. Her attempts to break free from M/n's hold grew more frantic, yet his grip remained strong. "You see, Sid," Billy continued, his voice laced with a sickening glee, "there's something else you should know. Something that will make this all the more delicious."

Stu stepped forward, his gaze locked with Billy and M/n's, a silent understanding passing between them. "We're not just partners in crime. We're lovers."

Sidney's heart shattered at the revelation, her mind struggling to comprehend the depth of their betrayal. Billy, her former boyfriend, Stu, her friend, and M/n, her brother, had been conspiring against her all along, their twisted love for each other overshadowing any sense of loyalty or morality.

Stu's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a wicked delight. "Fucking, killing, you name it, Sid. We're a team in every sense of the word."

[simpsforwomen]

Could you create an Enid x top reader smut? The reader has short hair and is somewhat muscular but not too much. The reader also has the power to time travel, control time and teleport. As for their personality, the reader is cold and has a penchant for morbid things, much like Wednesday, but is very kind and attentive when they're with the people they love. (It's okay if you don't want to).

✧ reply: Yes! I love your description of the character. This is softer than the smut I usually write so I hope it's up to your standards :)

❦ 𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁

✧ warnings: smut, cunnilingus, and fingering

✧ pairing(s): Enid Sinclair x gn!top!reader

✧ summary: (request)

✧ word count: 1009

✧ a/n: it is currently 3:29am and this is the longest oneshot i have written so far. please let me know if you spot any mistakes. i'm tired.

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To be honest, you have no idea how you ended up here. The earliest thing you can remember about your life is when you magically appeared in front of the doors to Nevermore Academy. Anything else before that seemed a blur to you. It's like you never truly existed before that.

But wait—you do remember something.

You had only ever seen it in dreams, but it had replayed enough times for you to remember the exact details.

The vision you thought of was one where you seemed to be glitching in and out of worlds—or were they realities? Perhaps even timelines?

Well, whatever you thought it was before, you know now that it was the latter.

Being "gifted" with the power to time travel, control time, and teleport had its ups and downs but it's been years since then, and you quite like your life now. You never thought you'd be living in such a colorful house with such joyful decor—only it wasn't yours, but your girlfriend's. You had recently moved out of your small apartment due to the fact that it wasn't as spacious as Enid liked. To be fair, you were never much of a materialist, and given your powers, the less, the better.

Too carried away with watching your thirteenth true crime documentary of the week (Yes, thirteenth. A record, even for you) and playing with your pocket knife, you failed to hear a struggling Enid coming in through the front door.

"A little... ugh—help here—please!"

You immediately sprung up from the couch, helping her bring in the groceries while muttering a quick 'sorry' as you were doing so for not noticing sooner.

"Thanks, babe." Your girlfriend smiled before pulling you into a tight hug.

You gave her a small grin in return, finding her cute. "You're welcome."

You were generally very sensitive to physical touch, much like your best friend Wednesday Addams. In fact, you and her had a lot in common. However, when it came to Enid, she gave you a feeling—a certain warmth you couldn't find anywhere else.

"Oh—oh! She exclaimed, reaching into one of many bags and pulling out a perfectly wrapped box. "I got something for you."

Taking the box, you wondered what it might be before slowly peeling the paper back. 

As you came closer to unwrapping the whole gift, your eyes softened. "You remembered..."

Enid watched as you traced your fingers along the edge. "Of course, I remembered." She had caught you eyeing the knife a while back when the two of you went thrifting. Apparently it belonged to a famous serial killer who passed away a couple years back. "Do you like it?" She asked with her usual bubbly tone.

A sinister smile spread across your face. "I love it. Thank you."

You went to set the knife down in your display case along with the other items you've collected over the years. Turning back around, your eyes met hers. You can't believe she remembered... I mean, you could believe it. She's Enid, the woman you felt so much love for.

"Come here." You held your hands out, gesturing for her.

She gladly obliged, falling into your embrace. You stroked her hair, caressing her scalp with your fingertips. Enid hummed in delight, leaning into your touch. Deciding to take it further, you tilt your head to one side, kissing her neck and suckling on her sensitive areas.

"Babe..." The blonde whimpered softly while melting in your arms.

You continued to lick at her reddened skin. "Do you like that...?"

"Yes..."

Your hands were roaming freely under her sweater now, nails dragging over her sensitive skin. It didn't surprise you that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Tell me how much..."

"V-very much..."

Enid muffled a needy moan by biting her bottom lip as your fingers grazed over her nipples, rolling them between your thumb and index finger.

"Mmm~"

"No." You immediately ran a finger over her lips, stopping her from holding back. "I want to hear you."

"Okay..." She whispered, just barely loud enough for you to hear.

Wasting no time, you picked her up, bridal style. "Let's take this to bed."

Once in your shared bedroom, you placed her on the bed, crashing your lips onto hers in a searing kiss. In a matter of seconds, clothes were being thrown across the room, the two of you being far too needy to care.

Caressing Enid's skin with the tips of your fingers, you left a trail of kisses from her neck all the way down to the place she needed you most. You dragged your tongue over her clit at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Babe...stop teasing please~" She whined, bucking her hips in anticipation. Looking down she noticed your toned figure which turned her on even more.

Smirking at her response, you quickened your pace as you drew more whimpers and moans from the blonde. It only took a few seconds before she started to beg.

"Oh god- don't stop...please!~"

Her sweet juices coated your face as she pushed you further down into her dripping cunt.

"Mmm~ m-more!" She pleaded.

You happily obliged, sliding two of your fingers into her with ease. Her walls fluttered around you as you pumped in and out of her roughly.

Hearing the sound of sharp nails extending, you knew she was getting close. Enid grasped the sheets beneath her, practically tearing them to shreds as you curled your fingers, hitting her sweet spot every single time.

Screaming your name, she soon toppled over the edge, struggling to catch her breath. You slowed your movements, helping her come down from her high before pulling your fingers out. She was about to return the favor before you stopped her.

"Later. Right now, rest. You're exhausted."

Wrapping your arms around her, the two of you lay in each other's embrace until you both felt sleep take over.

"I love you." You whispered so quietly, you thought she hadn't heard.

"I love you too," she said, making you feel warm inside as you both drifted off to sleep.

[hbowarbabes]

Living to See Another Day Pt. 4 (Bonus scene)

Summary: At Dulag Luft Prisoner of War Transit Camp, Y/n is being interrogated by Lieutenant Hausmann. Assuming she’ll give up information, he is immediately proven wrong.

Words: 1.2k

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"Cigarette?” Lieutenant Hausmann held the carton in front of Y/n, waiting for her to take one. Y/n's heart raced as she looked at the man before her. He was tall and imposing, with sharp features and piercing eyes that were staring into her soul, not blinking once.

“I don’t smoke.” She swallowed nervously as he studied her with a calculating gaze.

Y/n had already turned down his offer of pouring her a glass of whiskey. On a regular day, saying yes to a drink would be no problem. But today, she felt the man had more sinister intentions behind the nice-guy act. 

Lieutenant Hausmann set the untouched carton of cigarettes back on the desk, eyeing Y/n with interest. She could see the curiosity in his eyes as he took in her appearance – the only female air force pilot he had ever interrogated.

“So, I was made aware that you didn’t arrive here on your own, yes?”

Hausmann sat, both hands interlocked as he grinned smugly at Y/n.

“Yes. I arrived with another member of my fleet.”

Y/n was careful with the amount of information she disclosed. One wrong word, and they might try to use it against her.

“And if I could have the name and any other-“

“I don’t know the man personally.”

Y/n cut the interrogator off just as he reached for pen and paper. She wasn’t going to leave him with details about Bucky.

“You don’t know the name of a man stationed at Thorpe Abbotts? A man in your fleet?” Hausmann chuckled dryly.

“No, really. I don’t waste my time conversing with them as I have other important duties to attend to.”

Y/n made it all up, all while keeping a stern face. She just hoped the interrogator would buy her lie and not try to dive into the details of her work and her colleagues.

"Y/n," he said, his voice smooth and collected. "I must say, you are quite a rarity in these parts. The only female air force pilot I have had the pleasure of interrogating."

Y/n bristled at his insincere tone, but she held her tongue. She knew that giving in to anger would only give him more reasons to kill her off. If she planned to live, she’d have to play it safe.

Hausmann straightened his posture, steepling his fingers in front of him. "Tell me, Y/n, what brings a beautiful lady like yourself to the mess of this war?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Y/n felt her blood boil at his condescending tone. She clenched her jaw, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her get pissed.

Hausmann leaned forward, his eyes locked on hers.

Y/n grew irritated by his words, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. She had dealt with sexist remarks before, especially in a male-dominated profession like the air force. But she refused to let this man get under her skin.

“What is it you’re trying to say? You think I shouldn't be here?” Y/n asked, her voice steady despite the fear bubbling in the pit of her stomach.

Reaching across his desk, Hausmann pulled a thin file, opening it, flipping back and forth between pages. From Y/n’s view, there looked to be not much writing in the file. Just a picture of her during her time in flight training. It was odd since she never even remembered having a picture like that to herself.

"You understand why you're here, Y/n." Hausmann said in a low, menacing voice.

"No, I don’t understand." Y/n shook her head, her eyes narrowing.

"We have reason to believe that you are a spy."

Lieutenant Hausmann smiled, a cruel glint in his eyes. "We need some details on you and your recent mission as there is no information in your file. The Gestapo would have every reason to label you a spy. If you speak of anything you have knowledge of with this mission of yours, I can pass on the word that you are not a spy."

Y/n felt a surge of anger at his words. She knew the importance of keeping details of her mission a secret. All the information was classified. His false words of optimism left Y/n unwilling to spill the details.

“What would that do for me?”

“It would put you in a better place of course.”

Y/n wasn’t convinced. He wasn’t promising her a damn thing. She knew she wasn’t going back to England to begin with.

“How so? Because I don’t see how someone like you would be willing to get me back home.”

Hausmann leaned back in his seat, his eyes never leaving her face. Y/n remained silent, her jaw clenched in defiance. Hausmann's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin.

"You may think you are being noble by refusing to cooperate, but in the end, you will only be hurting yourself. It’s your choice."

Y/n remained silent, her lips pressed tightly together in a thin line. He sighed and eventually closed the empty file on his desk, pushing it out of his reach.

Hausmann kept his gaze on Y/n, studying her carefully.

"It doesn't have to be like this, Y/n. You can make your time here much easier if you just tell me what I need to know. All you have to do is cooperate, and I can assure you that there won’t be any further issues.”

With a steely resolve, Y/n met Hausmann's gaze head-on and spoke in a firm, unwavering tone. 

“You’re not going to get anything more than what I’ve already given you.”

Y/n's heart raced in her chest, but she refused to show any sign of fear. She knew that Hausmann was trying to intimidate her into revealing sensitive information, and she was not about to give him the satisfaction.

"You are making a grave mistake, Y/n," Hausmann said coldly.

Y/n mentally cursed herself, hoping she made the right decision. She knew that she was risking her own safety by refusing to comply with his demands, but she also knew that she had to stay true to her principles.

“I really expected more out of someone like you, Y/n. A woman of honor. A woman of class.” Hausmann’s steely blue eyes pierced through Y/n’s angered eyes, watching her closely with a devilish grin.

“I take it they don’t teach ladies how to act properly, do they?”

“And I take it they don’t teach you and your men how to act decently around women, do they, Lieutenant? That’s a shame.”

Hausmann's face twisted into a mask of anger as he realized that Y/n was not going to give him what he wanted. With a snarl of frustration, he moved his hands away from the desk, inhaling deeply.

“I gave you a chance, Y/n. But since you are unwilling to comply, I really wish you the best.”

“Screw you.”

As Hausmann gave Y/n a smug look, the door of the office burst open. The two officers returned, each grabbing one of Y/n’s arms and dragging her out of Hausmann’s office

Y/n held back the urge to scream profanities at the interrogator as he simply grinned at her while she was being escorted to her room, once again being left alone to fend for herself.

[archiveikemen]

『 The Past Records 』 Collection Event: Chapter 2

Jude Jazza & Ellis Twilight

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

Jude: …

Business Partner: My goodness, it’s a pleasure to have you personally come all this way! All our goods are of the best quality, please, feel free to inspect them…!

Jude: One load of goods isn't here, right?

Business Partner: … Yes?

Jude: “Yes”? No. Do I have to spell it out for you? Show me another load.

Business Partner: Huh… um, we do have another warehouse that’s located a little bit far from here, so it might take a while to bring the other load of items to you.

Ellis: I expected you to say that, so I brought these with me. Are these the goods you’re talking about?

Business Partner: Eek!? W-When did you…!?

Jude: … The quality of these goods look different from the ones you sent to the headquarters for inspection, don’t you think?

Jude: They look different from the ones here.

Ellis: You’re very discerning. They all look the same to me.

Jude: Your eyes must be rotten. Shut up.

Ellis: Oh-kay.

Jude: What’s the meaning of all this?

Business Partner: … I-It’s uhh… um… a m-mistake…

Jude: A mistake. You hid your poor quality goods, and tried to sell them at premium prices. A mistake, you say?

Business Partner: …

Jude: I’ll let it slide this time.

Jude: It’s your first time getting caught, and it’s also on me for letting myself appear easily deceived.

Business Partner: W-Wha…? Oh…

Jude: But now you know damn well that I’m no fool.

Jude: Try anything again and I’ll sink your entire ship. Keep that in mind, yeah?

Business Partner: …! I- I understand. I’m very sorry, thank you so much!

…

Alfons: Wow, did you see that, Sir El? Look at that devious look on his face. That was threatening, wasn’t it? How terrifying.

Elbert: It’s not nice to deceive people… I understand Jude’s rationale.

Alfons: Yes, yes. Thank you for your textbook reply.

Alfons: The report will be boring if we write down exactly what we saw. Let’s add some spice to it, shall we?

Alfons: “Jude torments and shames innocent civilians with a sinister smile on his face…”

Elbert: Lying is bad, Al.

…

Ellis: Ah, by the way…

Business Partner: *hiccup*...!?

Ellis: It seems that some suspicious individuals have been going in and out of your rented warehouse lately… are you aware of that?

Business Partner: —...!

Ellis: Oh, it’s fine if you’re unaware. I’m just making sure you’re not violating your contract.

The business partner turned pale and started trembling, briefly glancing in the direction of the street of warehouses.

He quickly turned his gaze back and shook his head like a broken string puppet toy.

Ellis: …

Jude: … Good then.

Jude: You know what will happen if you violate your contract.

Ellis: There’s a trading company that purchases inferior goods at a low price, you can take your defective goods to them.

Ellis: Here’s the contact information of their company representative. Best of luck.

…

Alfons: … Ellis is even helping the person who swindled them clear their inventory…

Alfons: His good deed is unsuited for Crown, who “conquers evil with evil”!

Alfons: I must include this in my report with the best vocabulary I can think of— uh, El?

Alfons looked around and Elbert was—

Unsophisticated Young Lady: Um… I like you! Could I at least have your name…

Voluptuous Noblewoman: I have a decent social standing back in my home country. Why not leave your troublesome mundane life behind and let me have you…?

Shady Artist: You are a wonder… how would you like to visit my atelier sometime?

– Surrounded by passengers who had just disembarked from a luxury cruise ship.

Elbert: I have something to attend to over there—

Elbert was pushed further and further away by the oncoming crowd.

Alfons: My, my, just like ducks swarming at breadcrumbs…

Alfons: Shall we deal with this situation and get back to work?

Alfons: I hope they haven't noticed us tailing them.

…

Jude: … Ellis. You noticed that, right?

Ellis: Yeah… what do you intend to do? Should we catch them?

Jude: Nah.

Jude: … We’ll deal with all of them at one go.

…

Liam: I wonder how El and Al are doing.

William: What’s your guess?

Liam: Oh, they’re back! Welcome back, the two of y— huh?

Alfons: …

William: Your facial expression doesn't look good. Is something wrong?

Liam: Could it be that they’re really spies…?

Alfons: We have uncovered a horrible truth, which I must share with all of you.

Elbert: … Did we?

Alfons: The two of them… have really been at work all this while!!

Liam: WHAT!? They’re so hardworking!!

Elbert: That’s not horrible at all…

Harrison: *sigh*... Is that all?

Alfons: They’ve been working so much that we have nothing else to report on. They must be insane.

Elbert: People are fearful of Jude, but Ellis seems to be well-liked.

William: Do the two of you think Jude and Ellis can be trusted?

Alfons: Honestly speaking, I don’t care about that.

Elbert: I don’t yet… I guess.

Harrison: … Will we even get anything out of this?

Liam: Ahaha, it’s going to be rough.

William: Speaking of which… I just recalled something.

Harrison: …?

William: Roger knew Jude and Ellis before they joined Crown.

Harrison: Huh?

William: Roger’s opinion on whether they’re trustworthy would be rather useful, don't you agree?

Harrison: … You lied about the part where you “just recalled this”, didn’t you?

William: What do you think?

…

Roger: So, what do you want to ask me about?

Harrison: Can you tell me whatever you know about Jude and Ellis from ever since before they came here?

[esprei]

VOLO TIME *cue piano* OK SO... I’ve been meaning to write this up for a while now - my thoughts, observations and general musings on Volo (and maybe a headcanon or two?) (please keep in mind this will be very jumbled - literally just me trying to talk about why this character has grown on me and why I love him so much now so without further ado, let’s go! also, big shoutout to @sunnyluma for helping grab most of these screenshots tyyyyyy ;-;)

((under a cut because this will be loooong))

Ah, Volo... where do I even start?  I was pretty indifferent towards him at first and the same can be said as I played through the game. I honestly thought that he was just a Legends Arceus version of Cynthia, nothing more nothing less (since, y’know he had similar looks, mannerisms and things, not to mention the whole various characters as ancestors bit). For some reason gen 4 is the gen that resonates with me the least (I’ve uh... never actually finished a gen 4 game or fought Cynthia 😬), and while I do think Cynthia is a really cool champion and character in general, I definitely don’t feel a lot of the same hype for her that others do. So that, in turn, applied to Volo for me as well. It was like a... he’s just there kind of situation. But fast forward from finishing the game to hyperfixation on submas to maybe... two months ago? Three now? I dunno, can’t remember the timeline, but what I DO remember is looking at Volo one day and being like... wow. He’s cool. I like him. More specifically, I was looking at his character design sheet at the time. And in that moment it really sank in that, wow this guy is freaking tall. 190cm? equivalent to 6′3″? What in the world. And just... something about that cocky smirk of his in his artwork, coupled with the fact that it’s right next to his goofy Arceus cosplay with that hair... He hooked me. Seriously. Look at him:

(This outfit has also grown on me btw I unironically love it because look at him he’s in his Arceus cosplay and he confidently rocks it like i can’t-) Anyway part of it is probably because I love characters who have crazy or sinister expressions. They can be fun! So then I rewatched the cutscene that happens after you win against him and Giratina because I couldn’t quite recall the sequence of events that happened there and I was curious. And MAN I was shocked... I did not really remember ANY of this?? Seriously, there’s so much packed into these last few lines before he walks away (forever... sobs...). I feel like I really see a glimpse into Volo’s complexity during this whole cutscene. Or, at the very least, his insecurities. Just take the following for example:

HE LOOKS SO SAD... SERIOUSLY, this particular little scene always gets to me. Like... ok. Yeah, he not too long before this ordered Giratina to strike you down to get the plates because he said he wasn’t above using force to get them from you, but it’s here where I really see a guy who’s questioning himself in this moment. It’s like he’s putting so much worth into Arceus’s view of him, he’s so convinced that he’s the chosen one because of his bloodline that when Arceus doesn’t choose him he’s lost. Confused. Surprised Pikachu face even. 

I dunno... we unfortunately don’t have a lot of backstory on him, but I feel like this guy has (or feels like he has) a lot of pressure on his shoulders due to the nature of belonging to a bloodline that has pretty much since died out, save for himself and Cogita. Or maybe even that he put that pressure on himself? Which brings me to this... a scene that REALLY caught my attention when watched it again because I actually read what he says???

If you follow me over on twitter, you might have seen me talk about this scene a while back - more specifically what he says in the first two screenshots. It’s honestly one of the ones that led me to look into Volo even more because seriously... Volo. Who or what hurt you. What happened. Talk to me. PLEASE...

In all seriousness though, the lack of backstory kills me because I like to imagine something tragic happened to him in the past for him to have this viewpoint. And to not only have this viewpoint but to be driven enough to make a change in the world... err... rather, just make a new one!

But. Back to the lines after you defeat him and Giratina... what stands out to me here as well is Volo’s admission and acceptance of defeat. Watching it back the first time I was honestly a little caught off guard. He really kinda humbles himself and gives you the last plate, the Spooky Plate, admitting that his journey ended when lost to you. I don’t really focus too much on the other Pokemon villains admittedly so I’m not sure if others did this, but this sequence just stuck out to me because he gives it up after being so aggressive right before this. Like before he was confident, smug, hellbent on doing everything that he could to get you out of his way, you outsider, then when he Giratina ran off he was at first angry, then confused, questioning Arceus about it all, left with burning questions that he can’t bear not knowing the answer to... It’s like this man goes through the five stages in grief all in the span of like... 30 seconds.

Seriously, this man looks tired here. Done. Defeated. He knows it’s over.

He accepts it all, even if it’s just for a moment. ...Then right after that the Azure Flute forms for you and he’s right back to being an angry, petulant brat about it all... But that’s why I love him! He’s morally gray. He fights with himself, he fights with the internal emotional turmoil that he’s feeling about you being the one Arceus wants to see rather than him, about him not being good enough for Arceus to spare him even a second of its time, him thinking that he was doing something that needed to be done, rebuilding a new world free from pain and strife and other horrible things he’s had to experience, that others have no doubt experienced... (at least, this is what I see asfkldfj) And all of that, at least to me, makes him more interesting than the Volo I had first impressions of. Makes him feel more human to me. More than just “oh shoot, he’s the Cynthia ancestor who’s actually the villain instead of Cyllene!” Like... yeah. He made bad choices. He tried to use Giratina to strike you down. He wanted to subjugate Arceus and force it to create a brand new world, erasing the current one. Not a good look. I’m not trying to excuse any of that, and I’m not the best at organizing these thoughts probably, and I will admit that I also saw Volo as the manipulative, conniving guy early on because for me it was such a twist that he was the villain, so that’s what I focused on. And why he was such a great twist villain for me was because of the setup. By that, I mean you already had a well established character in Cynthia right - an all good, helpful, friendly and strong person - then you apply that to Volo and... boom. HE’S NOT THAT?? I was thinking at a certain point it was just going to be Kamado as the big bad because of the events that unfold, which is why with Volo it was EVEN BETTER because you had that sort of fake out I guess (for lack of a better term)? Kamado banishes you from Jubilife, Volo finds you in Obsidian Fieldlands and helps you, takes you to Cogita to help with the lake spirits and the Red Chain and all, you eventually hear that Kamado is going up to the temple to deal with the rift, then after those events Volo gets kinda sus at the Giratina statue riiiiight before you go up to the temple and then when you get up there... JACKET COMES OFF, OUTFIT CHANGE, etc etc. And like... I get why some people just do not like Volo and never will. I respect that. Trust me, I did NOT like Melli during the main game at all, I’ll tell you what. The little bit of background we get on him in the daybreak update was what changed my view on him, though. And for me what changed my general view on Volo were these scenes. I dunno, maybe I’m a broken record at this point, and maybe I’m a little biased now because I adore him, but I now see him as someone who maybe in the beginnings had noble intentions and just ended up going down the wrong path unfortunately.

Like... look. Right after he questions Arceus about what he’s lacking he asks this:

To me, he’s doubting it all now. And like the moments I mentioned above, him questioning the grand ol’ creator what it is he’s lacking, what makes him not good enough, we see a bit of his human side. Scenes like these and scenes like when he gives you the Spooky Plate lead me to think he has a lot of insecurities hidden underneath that confident (and other times cheery and playful) demeanor. Whether it’s a burden, an expectation, his own self-imposed pressures... there’s just a smidge that we can see and so much more that could be possible if he had more story elements focused on him. (WHICH IS WHY I WANT PLA DLC SO BAD I KNOW IT’S WISHFUL THINKING BUT PLEASE) I’d also like to mention that I think it’s very very interesting that his trainer class for his last battle is “Pokemon Wielder” rather than the “Ginkgo Guild Member” class he has for his other battles. I don’t feel like “Pokemon Wielder” is negative in its connotation - rather, I’d like to think that it derives from his bloodline, the Celestica people, and the thought that perhaps they were the first tamers of Pokemon in the land of Hisui. This thought is due to the fact that he’s excited to see another person (you) who uses Pokeballs for their Pokemon (rather than the Diamond and Pearl clans whose leaders and wardens do not use Pokeballs at all - with Ingo being the (other) exception to that rule of course). That coupled with the fact that he looks genuinely disappointed that more people don’t use them (this line here):

And, of course, how can I fail to mention his Pokemon team itself? Look. Really. If you know anything about me lately it is that I ADORE the idea of Volo adoring his Togepi. Which then would evolve into a Togetic through high friendship. And then into a Togekiss through use of Shiny Stone, but you get my point right? Budew into Roselia, Riolu into Lucario... Yes, I know, I know, Volo is Hisuian Cynthia so the team matches for the most part outside of H. Arcanine, and the joke about him gaslighting his Pokemon into evolving is funny on the surface, but in reality I think he genuinely loves his Pokemon. For goodness sake, there’s a photo of him and Togepi outside of the photo booth! And and and the standee that was recently announced as merch?!

LOOK AT HOW HE HOLDS LITTLE TOGEPI. YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN DOESN’T LOVE HIS EGG. LOOK AT HOW HE HOLDS EGG. EGG DAD. ...Sorry. Got a little carried away there. But yes! I think he loves his Pokemon, genuinely. Which is why it kills me when he says this:

Like bro. Your Pokemon were right there in that battle. VOLO PLEASE- (ALSO JUST A QUICK MENTION ABOUT THIS LINE, it also leads me to think that he’s kinda... always been alone for the most part, outside of his Pokemon team maybe 🥺 probably more of a headcanon than anything but that’s just how I feel sdflkjsdlfkj) Alright... I think I’ve said enough at this point and it’s a mess and I’m not too sure I can ever put quite how I feel about Volo into proper words because I’m not the best at this kind of thing but... I just want to say that he’s a character that I have accelerated in love and appreciation for because he’s just... I dunno, he’s got a lot going on. And I think maybe some of that gets missed because of his ties to Cynthia and his betrayal. But I’m reaaaaaally hoping to see him again in the near future. A random house in one of the cities either in the new region or in Unova (if we get B/W remakes) will suffice 🥲 So uh... YEAH. tl;dr I think Volo is a great character with a little more under the surface than just the villain reveal twist at the end of the game and I’m rooting for him all the way. Him and Togepi (Togekiss?). 

Alright. That’s all I got! Byeeeee y’all 👋

[cainluvr69]

"Willfully Playful" Owen SSR Card Story - The Flowerfall Game Hall, With You ~ Invitation for Owen

the recordings for this were provided by known owen yume dante!

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Cain: Oh, here you are.

Akira: Owen!

Owen: Munch munch…

Mithra: Owen, those people have something they need from you.

Owen: What do you want…? In case you can't tell, I'm in the middle of something right now.

Cain: Are you two eating dinner together? It's definitely that time of night when you start getting hungry.

Owen: This is my tart. I'm not giving you any.

Mithra: I don't want anything but meat, anyway.

Akira: No, we're not here to eat… Owen, it's going to be your birthday soon, so I wanted to invite you to the Flowerfall Game Hall.

Owen: The Flowerfall Game Hall… Oh, that mini playground thing. An old friend of Shylock's made it a fancy place to play around in. I think.

Cain: If you already know about it, that'll make this faster. Akira wants to escort you there to celebrate your birthday. You can get there through this miniature of a door.

Akira: Will you accept my invitation, Owen? I'll escort you properly, so you can have a fun time and stuff…!

Owen: Hmmm. If I get to have fun there, does that mean I can mess it up as much as I want?

Akira: Huh?! Um, it's not mine, so I'd prefer if you didn't go wild in it…

Mithra: Munch. You might as well go.

Owen: Hey. You just took some of my fruit.

Mithra: There's not enough meat and I'm hungry. That little playground wasn't too bad of a place, you know. There was a place that I thought you might enjoy too, maybe. I only saw it while I was riding on horseback through the sky, though…

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According to Mithra, he'd seen what sounded like a European-style house standing in a dark corner of the grounds. It sounded a whole lot like some kind of scary haunted house-like attraction.

Cain: Now that you mention it, I think I saw a place like that too when we were high enough up. I remember thinking that just that one part of the park looked creepy and weird…

Owen: Oh? And here I was thinking it'd be nothing but kid's toys all lined up together.

Akira: (That's the kind of thing Owen's interested in…?!) Um… If you want to go there, I'd be happy to take you there! I'm a little scared of things like that, but I can ask Shylock about it and get ready for it…

Owen: You don't need to do that. Hey, how do we go to this Game Hall?

Akira: Oh, um, write your name on the invitation and then recite your spell, and the door will open. I do have an invitation already prepared…

I presented the invitation, and with a flourish of magic, Owen pulled a pen out from thin air and smoothly wrote his name down on it.

Akira: Huh?

Cain: What, you want to go there right now?

Owen: Might as well.

Owen grinned broadly at me and Cain, both of us wide-eyed.

Owen: There's nothing I love more than people's faces twisted in fear, screams ripped from their throats. <Cure Memini>

The invitation began to flicker with light, and the door to the Game Hall began to open. The entire area was draped in mist.

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When the mist cleared up, we were standing in a place that looked a lot like an amusement park, with rides all around us.

Akira: We're really just here now… But I'm glad you accepted my invitation, Owen. Thank you so much. That outfit suits you wonderfully.

Owen: I guess this outfit isn't horrible or anything. Even if it did put itself on me without permission.

One aspect of the Flowerfall Game Hall's hospitality was giving the person invited into it an outit that suited them perfectly.

Owen: More importantly. We don't need anything from the fluffy, frilly place. Where's that haunted house?

Akira: Ah, hold on…!

Owen was on his broom before I knew it, and I was left chasing after him. Before long, however, we arrived at the house we'd been told about.

Owen: So this is it.

Just as we'd heard, this was the only part of the park that the sun didn't reach, shrouding it in a sinister, unearthly air. There were even strange animal cries from something just out of sight.

Akira: This feels really…real… This is the only part of all the fancy scenery that feels out of place…

Owen: Why are you just standing there? Didn't you say you were going to escort me? I'm looking forward it. Come on, let's go in already.

Akira: O-okay…!

Owen pushed me forward, a faint smile dancing on his lips, and I tamped down all my fears and opened the door. The inside of the manor was even darker than it was outside, and there was an unpleasant chill in the air. My eyes darted back and forth over things I couldn't quite see as I took a single, fearful step forward.

Akira: It's pretty dark… Owen, be sure to watch your feet… …Huh? I feel like I just stepped on something soft…

Owen: It's just a bunch of fabric. Maybe someone's scattered clothing?

Akira: Oh, you're right. But whose clothes are these…?

As those words were coming out of my mouth, something wrapped around my ankle.

Akira: ?!

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I started to panic and looked down--and immediately met the eyes of a face staring at me from within the fabric confines of the fallen clothing. Its eye sockets were sunken and hollow, and its bones rasped hollowly against one another as it opened it mouth.

Skull: Wel…come…

Akira: Waugh!!

Owen: Ahaha. Aren't you so happy? It's welcoming you. Come on, we're still standing in the door. Don't just stand there looking stupid, get yourself in already.

Akira: D-don't push on me like that…wahh, those paintings are laughing!

I was surrounded on all sides by frightening phenomena, but I still pressed forward, timidly though it was. There was a blood-red door laying in wait for us at the end of this dark and decrepit hallway. Even its very form, the curves of its handle, the carvings in the wood, was ominous. I was on edge. More on edge than I'd ever been before.

Akira: Ahh… There's definitely something lurking behind this…

Owen: Are you scared?

Owen tilted his head, watching me carefully. His mismatched eyes gleamed with a dark light, one that threatened to swallow me up.

Owen: I'm having a lot of fun right now, you know. If you say you hate it here, are we going to turn back?

Akira: …N-no…it's fine…

And then I heard a sound from above us--and when I looked up, something was falling from the ceiling.

Akira: …Watch out!

Owen: !

The second after I grabbed Owen's hand and pulled him out of the way, several skeletons swung down from above us, hanging suspended in the air.

Akira: …Huh? I thought they were going to hit us…

Owen: …Ahaha! You were the one who told me to watch out. Should someone as cowardly as you be saying the one saying that here? …But that's a lovely expression on you. Pale, desperate, and completely pathetic.

Owen's face drew close to mine, like a snake scenting its prey. His voice was as sweet and heavy as honey as he slowly, slowly reached his hand towards me.

Owen: Let me see that face as much as I want today, okay?

With a smile as seductive as an anglerfish's lure, Owen pushed the bloody door at my back open.

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Akira: Haah… Haah… We're finally out…

Owen: Oh, that was odd. What was that last scream? I haven't even heard anything like that from a crazed hen.

Akira: But, but, a severed head rolled down the stairs, and it startled me…!

Owen: You're such a wimp. If you get so scared by everything that comes at you like that, you'll need an extra heart for when your first one gives out. Oh, what a laugh. Just remembering it is getting to me.

I could see tears in the corners of his eyes. It felt like his laughter was more…open and genuine than it usually was. All his defenses were down.

Akira: (I don't think I've ever seen Owen laughing like this before.) (It was a heck of an adrenaline rush, but I'm glad I committed to doing this…)

It was pretty scary, but I was still happy to see Owen enjoying himself from the bottom of his heart. It made me want to say it to him one more time.

Akira: …Happy birthday, Owen. I hope this year is a wonderful one for you.

Owen: …

When Owen turned his gaze to me, something white started falling from the sky.

Akira: Ah…

Owen: What is this. Flower petals?

When the Flowerfall Game Hall had satisfied the heart of the person who'd been invited into it, the exit door would open, and this rain of flower petals was the cue. We were wrapped in a pale mist, our vision fading to white.

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Mithra: Oh, they're back.

Cain: Woah, they are! Welcome home, you two.

It took hearing Mithra's voice for me to realize we were back in the dining hall. Cain rushed over to us, looking worried.

Cain: I was starting to get worried you'd never come back. Um…did everything go okay?

Akira: Ahaha. It did, somehow…

Owen: Hm?

Owen tilted his head to one side and looked me over.

Owen: They didn't come back with us. And they suited you so well.

Akira: What do you mean by "them"…?

Owen: You had so many hands gripping onto you. On your shoulders and your arms. Hands of bone, and hands of flesh and blood.

Akira: …What?! Y-you're kidding, right…?!

I felt the blood drain from my face as I swatted at my arms and shoulders to make sure nothing was there, but Owen just grinned at me, looking as satisfied as he would stuffing an extra helping of dessert into his mouth.

Owen: Well now. Who knows?

Sub Story: The Whereabouts of the Stolen Meat

Akira: Oh, good evening, Owen. I see you're eating alone tonight.

Owen: What do you mean, "tonight".

Akira: When I came to give you the invitation to the Flowerfall Game Hall a while ago, you were eating with Mithra… I feel like I see the two of you together a lot.

Owen: That's just coincidence. That time he was only there because he was trying to steal the fruits off my fruit tart. So the next day I stole the meat he was going to have for dinner as payback and we almost killed each other about it. It's not like I'm ever around him because I want to be.

Akira: You two do tend to try to kill each other if you're around each other for too long…

Owen: Well, you know how it is. But about when we tore a hole in the roof, the twins suddenly popped out. They said whoever started it was the one in the wrong, so Mithra was the only one who got lectured about it. And he made that face he always does when he's like, "Hahh?" It was so funny.

Akira: Ahaha… That sounds like a very lively dinner. By the way, did you eat the meat that you stole, Owen? Although I honestly can't really picture you eating that kind of thing…

Owen: I would have, but the idea of eating something Mithra had been rubbing his grubby hands all over is disgusting. Who knows where he's been and what he's been touching. So I gave it to Sir Knight.

Akira: You gave it to Cain?

Owen: Yep. It's more like I forced it on him, actually. Like how you throw stuff into the trash? Like that. It's what he's there for. He gave me some sweets from a new shop in the capital as thanks. He acts all upright and proper about the weirdest things.

Akira: (He says that, but he looks pretty happy about it…) (Knowing he enjoyed himself at the Game Hall and that he had another good day right after makes me happy too, though.)

[nicosraf]

Hey Rafa!!! Will God still be a character that we hear speak throughout a&m? Your depiction of Him is both terrifying and Almighty— and its so refreshing to see the way you approach His Omniscience. Especially because I often felt (growing up) both a fear and awe at the way God is written in The Scriptures. I really enjoy that you write him the way that you do.

I wonder how strained His relationship is to the angels in Heaven after Lucifer’s debacle. I’m particularly interested in how Michael handles his faith, and how this is reflected in his servitude towards God. Poor fellow </3.

Also— one more thing I wanted to add while I’m here. One of my favorite books is George Orwell’s 1984, because of the intense themes of personal identity, free will, and self expression in the face of totalitarianism. Reading your book was so cathartic in the way that it had a lot of overlap in these themes but on a religious level…. And as a queer narrative. Let me just tell you I was SHOOK. How you disguised a hauntingly bleak Orwellian plot with so much beautiful prose is honestly beyond me. I highly doubt I will ever write anything as incredible as what I’ve read from abm. I’m honestly so surprised you don’t have like. A million followers!!!

Hello! Of course! I love writing God, like genuinely I do. I feel really similarly that the God of the Bible really horrified me, but in some kind of awe-inspiring way – especially because, to me, a lot of the horror comes from God's omnipotent nature; he can do whatever he likes, and there is nothing you can do. I'm really glad some of that comes through in ABM itself!

There are less scenes with God being actively there in A&M given that most of the story takes place on Earth, but he's still very present. He's the one giving out orders, though Samyaza and Azazel might not understand what he's really up to. Coming up for a motivation for God for this book was incredibly fun.

I think one of the big "issues" with writing God is that since he knows everything, you have to give him a reason to allow for everything. (I do play around a little with the question of whether he really does know everything, whether he really is all-powerful, but I think regardless of the answer, he still knows much more than you/angels and has so much more power that he may as well be all-knowing and all-powerful). So, God is going to allow the Watcher thing to happen. But why? What is his end goal? Maybe, who is his end goal?

I love Michael in this book. His faith is strained but it's the only thing he has. It's like he's holding onto old ropes over a pit of fire. In simple words, the Michael of ABM is dead – the sweetheart, doting Michael. You might find him unrecognizable, at least initially. I don't want to say much, but he's gone through quite a bit — the immediate aftermath of ABM's ending and what God does with him afterward. He's changed really radically from who he was, but so has Lucifer, of course.

It's fun that you bring up 1984 and totalitarianism, since I get to touch on what becomes of angel society after the fall. This isn't a spoiler because it'll be on the back of A&M, but Heaven becomes oppressive and intolerant. In the aftermath of sin, the angels have to reckon with the now eternal threat of evil in society. How will they deal with this fear? Who will they blame?

I always think ABM Heaven is more of a Brave New World of dystopia fiction; they both even have an orgy at the end (both books involve sex/sexuality as a means of control for the authoritarian power, though so does 1984). The ABM angels love their servitude. When they revolt, it's not out of this feeling that they're all secretly being heavily oppressed. I mean, they have everything. They live in paradise. When Lucifer shouts about how they don't need God and how God is denying them certain love, they go ballistic. It's almost a spoiled rebellion – at least on the surface it is, but as the reader knows, there is something deeply sinister about God, his behavior, and what he's already done. And angels needed a release for grievances, their long, meaningless existence, etc

I think A&M gives me a little more room to work with a more 1984 type of angel society, but themes of hyper-centralized power and limits of self-expression are already there. I actually love to write about fascism sksksjd, nearly all of my WIPs talk about fascism. Even the final Angels book is (planned) to say a couple things about it pretty explicitly, if I can make it not sound silly. You know, one of my personal grievances with these famous utopia-dystopia books is that they're not gay! Not trans! Almost always white. Queers are policed because of their self-expression (limp wrists, deep or high-pitched voices, gender deviance) and sexual activity; you'd think queerness, at the very least, would be at the forefront of considering the policing of identity and self expression in totalitarianism. And yet !

(One final point on Brave New World and 1984 is that they both have their own takes on religion. BNW replaces Christianity with capitalism; 1984 basically replaces Christianity with the leader of the party. I think these are both good takes for their respective books, but Abrahamic religions (really, most monotheistic religions) are unique in that they introduce the idea of a single all-powerful ruler whose sin is, quite literally, "don't do what I tell you not to."

God can kill, after all, so killing is fine, but only when he does it. Only he is allowed to be violent, or when you have his blessing. I can go on another tangent here on how Max Weber defines a state as having the monopoly on violence, and God, explicitly, has the monopoly on violence. So there's a really parallel allusion between the Christian God and states. It's interesting, isn't it !)

ANYWAY, thank you very much for liking ABM! I would take it down, frankly, if I got that many followers. That would be way too many people looking at me. Also don't say that you'll never write anything incredible. I think that you will, but you won't with that attitude!!!!! Good luck writing !!! sending u love and all

[geeky-politics-46]

A Natural

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Stephen begins teaching the mystic arts to your daughter, and you both ruminate on your current pregnancy.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - pregnant sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, light dirty talk, pet names, language, creampie, sweet fluffy sex

"Patience my little sorceress. I know you can do it. It just takes time and practice. Slow down and breathe. Okay? You are already doing much better than when I tried to teach mommy."

You stuck your tongue out at your husband across the room, making your daughter lose her concentration. She erupted in giggles when Stephen copied your silly action. 

You strode towards the pair of them and took a seat on the couch behind where they were practicing. So you and your belly were out of the potential line of magical fire. While daddy and daughter worked on their magic you rubbed your growing pregnant belly and wondered if this child would take more after you or Stephen. 

You knew Stephen wanted them to take after you. That way each of you had a mini me. You kinda wanted another Stephen to be honest. It would be chaotic, but god it would be hysterical. As much as you two had talked about wanting one of each, a boy and a girl, you had your suspicion that Stephen was secretly rooting for another girl. 

He loved having a little girl to dote on. To play princess and tea party with. To watch Disney movies over and over with. To dance with her as if he was the Disney prince. To look at him like he hung the moon. He was a big softie really, despite all outward dark scary appearances, and once you had Donna he became a complete teddy bear.

It didn't take long for you and Stephen to conceive the second time around. Within six months, probably closer to three. The universe seemingly listened loud and clear to the intention once you put it out there. The universe seemed to be doing nothing but encouraging your little family to flourish. Soon you would be far enough along that Stephen would start to be able to sense whether you were adding a boy or another little girl to that family.

You didn't think Stephen could get any happier than the day you gave birth to Donna, until the day you found out you were officially pregnant a second time. He was practically bursting at the seams when you told him you were pregnant again. He literally picked you up and spun you around. Borderline jumping for joy. 

You thought back to the days after you first fell into his world. To when getting him to even say full sentences to you was a stretch. He was a completely different man now. He was still your Stephen though. The man who was so determined to protect you at all costs. Even before he knew you he made it clear he would keep you safe, and he had never once faltered in that promise.

"Well maybe I would have stuck with it if you didn't start kissing me every time I couldn't do it and got upset. That kinda reinforced my wanting to get it wrong."

Stephen came over to where you were sitting and leaned down resting his hands on the bump you were now sporting. Pressing a kiss on the bump before leaning up to press several small kisses and one deeper one on your lips. Your daughter was starting to grow tired of your constant affections for each other. If it was even possible Stephen had gotten more lovey with you since you got pregnant again. 

"Well if I didn't kiss you so much we might not have our little sorceress over here and that little one too. So all in all, I think it was still a win." 

"Ew, can you guys please stop kissing?! I'm trying to practice magic with daddy." 

In addition to starting the basics of regular schooling. Things like starting to read and write. Stephen had also decided that your barely past toddler age daughter was also going to start learning the basics of the mystic arts. Something that despite your apparent latent magical abilities, abilities that managed to rebirth bits and pieces of your universe, you had crashed and burned at. You never got beyond a few small sparks.

Stephen turned back to Donna but left both hands on your belly. You knew he was gonna try to bargain his way into a few more kisses. You could tell it was one of those days he would be all over you. After putting Donna to bed you were sure that he would want some frisky time. The fact that you were starting to show drove him absolutely bananas. Seeing your belly full with his baby was an aphrodisiac like nothing else for him. He practically drooled when he saw you naked. You kinda loved it. It made you like your changing body instead of worrying about it.

"I want two more good kisses from mama and I'll give you an extra 5 minutes of magic practice. Okay?" 

"Just two?" You questioned, already not believing him.

"For now."

He quirked his eyebrows at you with a devilish look in his eyes before he moved in to place his last two kisses on your lips. The first one was just a little deeper and longer than it needed to be. The second one ending with a little lick along your bottom lip, clearly indicating that he had plans for you later. You gave him a little wink that you knew your daughter wouldn't catch, letting him know you were game for whatever he intended for the two of you later.

"Alright teacher, don't keep your star student waiting. The flunkie will just sit here and watch. Maybe this one will learn through osmosis."

You patted your belly and that made his eyes light up a little extra. He hadn't thought about making sure your unborn baby was exposed to his magic lessons too! It made sense. It was common for people to expose their unborn children to classical music in utero. Why not magic? He was gonna have to make sure you were around for more of these magic lessons. Just in case.

He turned his attention back to Donna and moved behind her, helping to position her hands. He had crafted a small sling ring for her that was frankly the cutest thing you had ever seen. They were both taking this very seriously, even if she probably wouldn't be capable of much magic for a couple more years. 

"You've been hearing and seeing these spells since you were months old. I know you know them. Deep breath, and focus."

He took a deep breath with her and then let go of her shoulders to let her do the hand motions on her own. You watched in surprise when after a few more attempts you saw the first few orange gold sparks appear from her small fingers. Your hands flew up to cover your mouth in shock. Stephen had trouble containing his giddiness. He was trying so hard to stay in teacher mode and not go full proud parent. 

It didn't stop Donna from jumping up and down, bouncing in a circle excitedly. It appeared that her father was right. She was going to be a natural sorceress.

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Your husband entered the room and quickly wrapped his arms around you from behind. Rubbing your baby bump with both hands and burrowing his face into your neck. Purring as he held you close. This time, knowing you were pregnant from the very start, he was making sure to note all the small little things that changed about you as well as the big things. For example, your scent had changed. It was something he noticed a few weeks after you took the test that came back positive. You started to smell sweeter and warmer. A little bit more musky. Normally your scent had a bit of crispness to it, almost a citrus bite. Now it was like that citrus had ripened to it's peak. 

He was also paying very close attention to every tiny bit your body grew. He had been the one to notice the first time your bump had become visible, even before you caught it. He didn't let you sleep at all that night. He just couldn't keep his hands off of you for longer than 10 mins at a time. You really didn't think you would have been so happy to see your body change so drastically if you didn't have a partner who embraced it so much.

He had started leaving small kisses along your skin and it wasn't long before they turned from sweet pecks to heated love nips. His favorite time of the day was when he got to steal a few moments alone with you and he always tried to make the most of them. He had just put Donna to bed and now all his attention could be lavished onto you. He loved being a father, but you were the thing that his world revolved around. The true center of his universe. 

You couldn't help but crane your neck and let your head tilt to the side a little to give your husband better access to the smooth warm skin he was seeking. He quickly took advantage of it and let his teeth nip at a spot just below your jaw prompting you to inhale sharply through your nose. He licked at the spot tenderly to soothe it before taking it in his teeth again. Just to make sure. Even if he couldn't leave marks all over your neck like he used to, unless he wanted your daughter asking all sorts of questions, he still liked to leave one little one here or there. 

Even if you were currently bearing the most obvious and beautiful mark he could ever leave on you. Your growing pregnant belly. Slowly becoming more visible day by day. Until you could hold your new little baby in your arms and he could drown you both, and Donna, in even more love than he thought his heart could give. His little family. After that he wanted to mark you that way all over again. Keep adding to your family until the Sanctum ran out of rooms.

"Do you know how much I love you my darling wife? How much I adore and worship you? How I would move heaven and Earth and the entire multiverse for you?"

"You don't have to lay it on quite so thick Stephen. I thought from earlier you already knew you were gonna get lucky tonight."

"Doesn't matter. I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. Every little thing about you. How grateful I am that you came into my life. Even how utterly terrible you are at the mystic arts. Everything. Because you are the reason for our magical little girl, and this little magic being. The fact that I get to make love to you is just the icing on the cake. Even if you never let me fuck you again I would still worship at your feet." 

"Well I think we both know I'm never going to stop letting you fuck me Stephen Strange, and hey not everybody can be a natural wizard like you. You are just lucky our daughter takes after her incredibly gifted and amazing father.”

His eyes narrowed at you through the mirror when you called him a wizard. You knew the title drove him up the wall when you did that, which made it one of the funnest things to do. It was one of the ways you liked to poke and tease him about the most. You were trying to hold back a grin when he put on his best scary and sinister face. A look that had no doubt sent chills through many, but for you it just made the butterflies he gave you start to flit through your stomach faster. 

“You are lucky you are the wife and mother of two, soon to be three, powerful sorcerers, love. Otherwise calling me a wizard would have dire consequences.”

Without any warning he scooped you up and carried you over to the bed. Letting you fall and bounce somewhat unceremoniously upon landing on the soft mattress, amid the fluffy blankets and covers. He grabbed your ankle and yanked you over to the side of the bed. You were too busy trying to cover your mouth to keep your yelps and laughter down to a volume Donna wouldn't hear to do much but wiggle in fake protest. Playfully swatting at his chest as he threw himself on top of you, making sure to be mindful of your belly, and descended on you smothering you in kisses. 

After a few sloppy excited kisses on both of your cheeks your lips finally met. The kiss was sweet and playful but still full of passion and desire. The feel of one of Stephen's hands coming to brush against your cheek making you press farther into his touch. His lips curled into a smile against yours as he continued his kisses. He loved feeling how you responded to his touch. You had never shied away from him. 

After a few more moments you were growing impatient with the slow lazy tempo Stephen had set. Your pregnancy hormones made your libido stronger, and the two of you had enough trouble getting enough of each other even before. To try and communicate your need for more you nipped at his bottom lip and arched your back to press your breasts tighter against his chest. You craved the feeling of his body on yours. Your breath getting quicker. 

He chuckled teasingly as you whined when he pulled away. He loved knowing that you were just as needy for him as he always was for you. Especially since now that you were showing he knew he had been near insatiable. He always worried about whether you were just trying to appease him. He knew you loved him, but his mind always liked to try and play tricks on him. Perhaps it was a lingering effect of the Darkhold, but he always worried in the back of his mind that he would never be worthy of the life you had given him. Feeling your body respond to him, your love and want for him, soothed those fears. 

"Seems like someone is feeling a little needy. What got you riled up? Hmm?"

"You know I love watching you do magic. Watching your hands and fingers, seeing you so confident. Then you come in here and get all lovey. You can't be surprised at what you do to me Stephen."

"Well, an incredibly sexy, beautiful, amazing woman did tell me I was a natural with magic. Of course she did also call me a wizard, knowing full well the correct term is sorcerer. Good thing I'm crazy about her." 

You gazed into Stephen's sparkling blue eyes as he smiled down at you. His body had settled on the bed beside you, staying pressed tight to you. The hand that wasn't at your face running up and down your side. Each pass letting the night shirt you were wearing creep higher up the side of your hip. His fingertips now making contact with the soft warm skin he loved so much. 

"Good thing indeed, because she is crazy about you." 

His lips lowered to yours again in a loving caress. Stopping in between kisses to nuzzle his face against yours. His heart fluttering every time his facial hair tickled you and made you giggle. He let himself melt into your kiss and let his body mold to yours, pulling your leg up to wrap around his hip when both your arms looped around his neck. Soft little moans starting to sneak past both of your lips as you drank each other in. Each noise spurring the other on, wanting to pull more from the other. 

Eventually your hands skimmed along the neck of his tunic and robes, starting to pull them loose from his body. Another whine of protest coming from you when he pulled away from your mouth to rid himself of his boots and the top half of his robes. Your pout disappeared as the smooth pale expanse of his chest came into clear view. The sinew of lean muscle on his back was visible as he turned to throw his clothes to the side. You couldn't take your eyes off of his as you watched him undress. Unable to find the desire to strip yourself when you could just watch him. He was beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful.

You felt your cheeks flush as he turned and looked at you while moving to start removing his pants. His gaze darkening when he saw you sheepishly try to hide the hormone driven blush on your cheeks. He knew what he was doing to you and he was loving every second of it. After getting the button and zipper of his pants undone he crawled back on top of you, spreading your legs so he could settle his weight between them and kissed you with a renewed hunger. Nipping at your lips when he felt your arms loop around his waist and over his low back. Your palms pressing into him as you let your hands slide under the fabric of his pants and grab at his ass. 

The feel of his skin through the fabric of his boxers quickly stopped being enough for you. So just as quickly as you had grabbed a hold of his ass you let go, only to swiftly slide them past the elastic of his underwear to once again dig your nails into his strong backside. Both layers of fabric starting to slide down more the tighter you cling to him. The elastic band now pressing against the base of his quickly hardening cock making him thrust forward against you. A groan coming from both of you at the friction he created. 

You needed to feel all of him. At times his touch felt like a drug. One hit to your system only made you crave more. So you didn't have to let go of him with your hands, you started trying to push his pants and boxers down with your feet. After a little bit of struggling you succeeded in shoving both layers down to his knees. The feel of his cock being freed making him gasp against your neck in between kisses.

Stephen pulled away and rolled beside you on the bed to finish getting his pants off, leaving him completely naked. You gazed at his nude form and practically purred at how sexy he was. How sexy your naked husband, the father of your babies was. You started rubbing at your belly as you got up on your knees, thinking about the fact that he put that baby there. The way he looked at you made you feel so sexy and wanted. You could feel his eyes on you as you pulled your night shirt over your head and threw it to the side. Your breasts and belly now on full display, leaving you in just your panties.

As you took your top off Stephen couldn't help but start to stroke himself a few times. He wanted you, he needed you. He beckoned you to come crawl on his lap before you could do anything else. Tonight he wanted to watch as you rode him.

As you crawled over and got on top of him, Stephen made a small wave of his hand and your panties magically disappeared. 

"That's cheating you know."

A shit eating grin appeared on his face. He started running his hands up your legs, from your knees to your hips. Then letting them cradle your belly before moving up to cup your breasts, letting his thumbs strum over your nipples. 

"Oh but I thought you liked watching me use magic. Watching my hands and fingers. Although there are much better things I can be doing with them."

 He let his fingers curl around your ribs and urged you to lean forward, lowering your chest so your breasts were right in his face. After a quick nuzzle in between them he took one nipple in his mouth. His tongue circled it until he felt it stiffen before licking and sucking on it. Then he repeated the actions on your other breast. After he finished lavishing your breasts with attention he moved back up your neck to your lips. Kissing you deeply and letting his tongue lick over yours adding to the heat and tension. 

"Ride me baby. Wanna watch you ride my cock. Use me to make yourself feel good darling."

He moved one hand down between your bodies as you lifted your hips to position the tip of his cock against your entrance. You immediately started sliding down on him. Moaning when you felt your hole starting to stretch around him. Taking him in a little bit before pulling back up and pushing down again and going a little bit farther. Working to pull every ounce of pleasure from that first delicious penetration. From that first delicious stretch that made you feel so full. Once you had bottomed out and had taken all of his cock inside you, you stopped your motions. Letting both of you bask in the feeling. 

Stephen brought his hands to your hips and started urging you to roll your hips forward to grind your pelvic bone against his, aiming to start stimulating your clit. You happily obliged. You loved that he tried to put your pleasure first most of the time, even when he was feeling greedy. He got off on seeing you shaking and moaning his name. So you let him start to grind your hips against him, bringing your hands to the sides of his head and leaning down to kiss him. 

Once you could tell you were getting closer to orgasm and felt the ball of heat growing in your low belly you urged his hands down to your thighs letting you sit up straight. Placing your hands over his you started to lift your body up and down on his cock. Moving teasingly slowly at first so you could feel each vein on his cock as you moved. Carefully starting to build your speed and force as you started to bounce faster. Pulling yourself up higher and moving your hands to his thighs, leaning back to make sure Stephen got a view of his cock sliding in and out of you. Making sure he could see the way your slick glistened on his skin, the way you had drenched his cock. 

He was hypnotized as he watched you. You looked like a goddess in the flesh. His very own goddess carrying his child. Seeing your growing belly as you rode him made his head spin. Every bounce of your body had him teetering on the edge of his control. He could feel his balls pulling closer to his body and knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but he had to get you there first. He had to. This was non-negotiable in his mind. 

Pulling one hand free from your grasp he licked his thumb and quickly brought it back down to start stroking your clit. His initial touch of the sensitive spot making your mouth fall open and your eyes fall shut.  He grinned to himself as he started circling and stroking the nerve filled bundle, listening for just the right noise that meant he found that perfect spot on your clit. While he did he repositioned himself with his feet flat on the bed, starting to thrust his hips up gently to meet yours. When you started whimpering and your bounces on him started losing their rhythm he started urging you on with sweet praises.

"That's it, love. I love watching you fall apart for me. Love feeling your pussy squeeze me so tight when you cum on my cock. I will never get tired of making you cum. So beautiful and so fucking perfect. Cum for me baby, just let go. Love you so much." 

When he felt your cunt start to flutter around him he took over the thrusting, but didn't stop his ministrations on your clit. You let the warm energetic pulse in the pit of your belly take over as your own movements slowed. Letting the electric wave of your orgasm sweep through your body out to your fingers and toes. Your head dropping back and a deep satisfied groan coming from your chest. 

Once the feeling waned and you floated back down to reality, you smiled at the man below you. Lowering your chest down to his and running your fingers into his hair as you kissed him over and over, whispering to him in between kisses. Pressing Your hips back to meet his thrusts with a faster and harder repetition. Wanting to work him to his climax just as he worked you to yours.

"I love you too Stephen. You make me feel so good. Want to make you feel just as good. Wanna make you cum baby. Love to feel you cum in me. Fill me up Stephen. Give me everything."

His hips picked up to a pounding speed as you coaxed him on. Strained groans falling from his lips and his eyebrows furrowed. A deep growl coming from him as you felt him tip over the edge and start to fill you. Feeling his cock throb inside you over and over until you were practically leaking with his seed.  For another moment he didn't let you move off of him. Wanting to stay in that moment, suspended in time, for as long as he could.

Eventually he let you move to clean yourself and him up before crawling back in bed next to him. You knew he hadn't taken his eyes off of you the entire time. He only relaxed again once you had snuggled back into his arms and he felt you relax with a deep exhale. Exchanging whispered "I love yous", before the weight of sleep took hold.

He held you tight in his arms and watched as you fell into a heavy sleep. Yeah you may have been shit at the mystic arts, but you had a magic that was all you own. A magic that Stephen wasn't sure he would ever fully understand, but he was okay with that as long as he could continue to bask in it with you. 

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[humanmorph]

Lye „Lyke“ Lychen as a sacrifical altar (to Aterika’Kaal) (but he's also kind of the sacrifice)

my @secret-samol gift for @bronanlynch! for the Aterika’Kaal/Lyke prompt of „what if things had gone differently and Aterika'Kaal was still with Lyke“.

notes on this under the readmore!

AU

In this scenario Lyke would succeed in getting the heart of the Motherbeast in Episode 47 and while Alaway would notice & probably still call out to Aterika’Kaal the way he presumably did in canon, Lyke would be there and get to make a compelling case to Aterika’Kaal the likes of „If you stay with me I am going to feed you. I’ve taken care of you until now, I’ll keep doing that“ (argument supported by the fact he’s currently holding the heart of an incredibly powerful dead god). Aterika’kaal agrees and they barely escape through the Sanctum of the Stone Chorus portal. I think it's fun if Lyke then stays there after the hour described in the move is over, maybe knowing he can't convince Pickman & the others that what he's done is actually good, and fine, there's not even anything to worry about he has this totally handled, But yeah he then sets out from whereever in Sangfielle Aterika'Kaals domain is (Austin did say it was an actual place somewhere), and the rest of the Blackwick Group is left to wonder what the hell happened since Lyke just vanished! Alaway has possibly fucked off too after losing the heart. And them getting fired, the Carnival of Moted Light etc. would still happen (and I guess Chine would succeed at what they were doing since Lyke isn’t there?) and who knows if they’d take any action in finding Lyke after that! All that aside though, Lyke basically offers himself to feed on (through blood and/or energy) and to sustain that he keeps consuming(not literally eating) powerful objects/artifacts/resources and possibly eventually living things (I’d imagine he'd still take work as a „please deal with this weird shit for us“ person and when he has to kill a cursed beast or whatnot... might aswell feed Aterika'Kaal?) (What also plays into that decision, and is part of Lyke justifying this to himself, is that without him, Aterika’Kaal would become too powerful. So he aims to function as kind of a conduit & control the power intake so to speak. I think this probably doesn’t work for very long.) I think this eventually goes bad for him because it’s super taxing on his body and the whole deal kind of flips with Aterika’Kaal feeding/keeping HIM alive. He starts finding bodies in the domain again (alternatively, Aterika'Kaal gets better at hiding them because it knows Lyke doesn't particulary like it when it does that). Lyke probably gets stronger due to this power/magic wise, but also way more fragile (he's constantly anemic!). („I love you. I want us both to eat well.“ - Christopher Citro) („When I write of hunger I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one.“ M.K. Fisher) Notes: I put some resources Lyke’s canonically had in-game + some extra stuff in this picture (the arrow is a reference to Marn’s epilogue, the bugs are bugs (with possibly sinister connotations. If you want them to have those, it’s optional) and the fur is from the Ravening Beast). Another detail I came up with I might aswell tell you because otherwise noone might ever know: the ring with the blue stone is a gift from Es. Sketch Notes: 1. Lyke turning his head to kiss a rose / exposing his neck was one of my very first ideas/sketches I made while working on this, and I liked it too much to not include it. 2. This is supposed to be Aterika'Kaal giving Lyke a blood transfusion but it rather looks like it's feeding on him instead...! I like how the relaxed pose turned out. 3. I wanted to draw something smaller in a simpler style to fill the big canvas I was drawing these on (even though now I put them in separate files anyways...). The day I drew this I saw a tweet about a medieval monks sketchbook, so I was still thinking about that. I didn't even plan to color it originally but I ended up getting invested, haha

Inspired mainly by these 3 quotes: „KEITH: I’m a walking- I am a shrine to Aterika’Kaal.“ (Sangfielle 12: The Secret Ledger of Roseroot Hall Pt. 4) „KEITH: There's a version of dealing with Aterika'Kaal that ends with Lyke being satisfied that he rehabilitated a god or at least it looks […] like what he thinks Aterika'Kaal would have been before the YVEs showed up. That's probably his main retirement path, but it also might kill him instead.” (Sangfielle 47: Wax, Iron, and Ichor Pt. 4) „AUSTIN: As you’re fading, the last thing that you do is make this blood sacrifice to Aterika’Kaal. Your own blood.“ (Sangfielle 52: Six Travelers: Lyke)