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nightdivinity · 8 months

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Drink Responsibly! Prologue

ABO!Vampire!Batfam x reader

Minors! Do! Not! Engage! +18 only.

Platonic! Alfred, Bruce x reader, Possessive! Batboys x reader

Warnings: Alcohol, bad choices, stupid choices, possessive behavior, a/b/o fic, there is slight blood and gore, it's a vampire au, age gaps, because they're all significantly older, it's going to get suggestive from here on out, reverse harem, slight proofreading

Writer's Note: I want to thank @sophiethewitch1 for inspiring me and talking me through posting my writing. I hope it doesn't let you down! This is also my first time posting my writing on Tumblr, please be gentle. English is not my first language. Also, this is a why choose fic. So, it's Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian x reader. Maybe even Duke. I think four is a lot. Got to draw the line somewhere. Chapter 2 will be posted tomorrow.

It was midnight when you finally stumbled out of the latest club. Your heels were long gone, as you had taken them off the first time they got stuck in a grate. You’re pretty sure you handed them to a nice girl in the bathroom while her friend held your hair as you threw up copious amounts of alcohol and bar food. She had been super nice, you liked the way her short black hair was spiked, and her blonde friend’s eyeliner was superb. Anyways, now you are shoeless and desperately looking for the next bar on your crawl.

Gin’s. Ooh, that’ll do. You reach out and grab your friend’s bicep, point at the neon sign, and do vague gestures. Of course, your friend is not as well off as you are, so it takes a while to get your point across. Only they start crying again over their bullshit bar fling, and the fact you have no shoes.

It didn’t matter, none of it truly mattered. Not a single thing. This was your one night off after weeks of back-to-back grueling shifts at a job that doesn’t care whether you live or die. Yesterday you even took a quick unintentional power nap on the toilet. All of this resulted in you being slightly crazed and a little deranged as your night progressed.

But hey, Gotham just brings that out in people. In your job's defense, no one could take any more sick or inclement weather days thanks to all the random villain attacks next to or at your office. You blame the monthly rut.

At least you didn’t get stuck on the subway taped to a bench by the Riddler this week as he awkwardly rifled through a notebook of pickup lines. Life was certainly looking up.

See, unfortunately, or fortunately depending on the propaganda you consumed, you were born an Omega. Which had never truly been an issue. Except for the fact that thanks to a few foul choices from the government, it was getting harder and harder to get access to affordable pheromone blockers. You wouldn’t have even chanced this outing if you hadn’t found that one pill that rolled a little under your cabinet. Hey, you were desperate for a night out.

“I’m going there”, you slur.

Yes, this was asinine, but you still managed to wheel yourself and your friend to Gin’s. You hardly noticed the dark shadows following you as your friends from the bathroom quietly herded you. As you and your friend jaywalked across the street, you didn’t notice the red-headed woman standing in the middle of the road, blocking traffic from actually hitting you. It also barely registered when the nice boy with flashing gold eyes took your hand and led you past the line and directly to the front. This. Was. Your. Night. Out.

“Hey man, she can’t come in here with no shoes”, the bouncer at the door complains.

He was going to say more until he looked at the man holding your hand so nicely. You could hear the slight choking noise, and in your drunken stupor, you stumbled a little into your guide.

“He’s going to shit himself”, you stage-whisper. Or what you think was whispering. You were screaming over the pounding bass spilling out of the door.

“Shhh, Jackson, she’s with me”, your guide replies.

“She can come in, her friend can’t. Sorry Duke, they’re way too fucked up”, the bouncer swears.

You gasp and let go of Duke’s hand, instead reaching for your friend and pulling them tight into your embrace. While smashing their face into your chest. Even though you were the most drunk you’ve ever been, you didn’t miss the spike in pissed-off Alpha vibes that happened around you. Still, you smacked a hand against your friend’s ear in an effort to protect them from what was said. Then you got sidetracked by their hair. It reminded you that you wanted a pet. Although with your work and class schedule, it would probably die in a week. Three days tops. At least you had your emotional support friend.

“I can’t leave them alone”, you say.

“Hun, how about I call them an Uber, they look like they’re ready to pass out. They definitely can’t handle it anymore”, Duke replies.

He gestures towards your friend, and you notice how they’re slowly swaying on their feet. Eyes half closed. Shit. It would be shitty if you left them passed out somewhere in the bar as you danced and drank. They were already on their fourth wind and fading fast.

“Look, you see this nice car”, Duke continues.

He turns you three, and suddenly you notice the nice black town car next to the road. You vaguely register the fact that it’s one of those high-roller cars. Ones that only the richest in Gotham could afford.

“See, this is Killian, he works for Wayne Enterprises. He’ll make sure your friend makes it home. I’ll even have him text you when they get there. Won’t that be nice? You don’t have to worry at all (y/n).”, he tells you.

You nod, and it all makes sense somehow in your drunken brain. He knows your name, so obviously you know him. He also knows your friend, since he rattles off their address and gently pries them from your clutches before handing them off to Killian.

You pay no mind to the mention of a name that would have sent shivers down your spine normally. Wayne. Mysterious and dangerous to all who get involved.

“I need them back, don’t sell their organs”, you warn.

Then he gives you a tight brisk smile as he turns away from you. A persistent thought is starting to nag its way through the cotton in your head. The slightest unsettling feeling. Maybe there was something wrong with that blocker pill you found on the floor of your kitchen. You were certainly feeling as though there were a lot of pissed-off Alphas near you. The undercurrent of anger was a tang you couldn’t escape. More and more you felt the need to run somewhere dark and quiet to hide.

You ignore the persistent tugging by Duke as you watch your friend get loaded into the car and driven away. Well. That ends that.

The next time Duke tugs on your hand, it causes you to slightly stagger. He easily catches you and spins you around and through the door before you can protest.

“Can I have a Rum and Coke?”, you shout over the music.

“Yeah totally”, Duke shouts back.

It’s only until you are tugged past the bar that you realize that everything is not all sunshine and daisies. No. No. This is wrong. You want to go back.

You put your heels in. Duke was not ready for resistance as your hand slid out of his grasp on the way to the V.I.P. section. He turns around to get a better hold of you, only to watch you slip into the crowd and get lost in the sea of swaying bodies. Fuck. He was told to bring you to them. You still had to be here, there’s no way you could have bumbled off far. Shit. One job.

Duke ran a palm over his face as he scanned the crowd. There’s no doubt in his mind. Bruce was going to be pissed. He wasn’t supposed to know about your little excursion out. Everyone had agreed, they would watch over you as the day turned. You still weren’t used to Gotham; you didn’t know the sort of creatures that came out during the night. While the rest of the world was happy and filled with normal and meta shifters, Gotham was overflowing with the less-than-stable. All more than happy to take a bite out of the innocent. The only thing that kept it in check was the unspoken King and his disgraced hellions.

If you had been sober, you would have noticed the people slowly disappearing from the crowd. You would have noticed that tonight was absolutely not a good night to be out. One by one, shrieks of fear and pain were mistaken for fun. Jostling in the crowd was hardly registered as the violence spread. The whole night, you were in a sea of sharks feeding. Now you had finally ditched what you didn’t know was your only protection.

Not to worry, fear splashes hot and cold against your nerves as sharp claws grip your arm, your back slamming into the bar as a distended jaw hisses open in front of you.

Yeah. Maybe you should have been drinking responsibly.

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cobrakaisb · 4 months

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call me, beep me, if you want to reach me

summary: percy, annabeth, and grover have some great news about their quest, but something is off about their hypothesis

word count: 2.8k

featuring: reader and annabeth’s relationship, slightly steamy reader and luke scene, more percabeth crumbs, fluff and angst

author's note: IM BACKKKKK...this one took me forever, and i am so sorry about that! between finals, coming home from college, and just dealing with life in general it has been a real struggle BUT we are finally back on the luke train 🤩 and trust, these next few parts are about to get real...anyways, enjoy 💗

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you run to the top of the hill, calling out to the three kids before they can cross the protective barrier surrounding camp half-blood.

“i just wanted to wish you guys good luck before you leave, although i’m sure you won’t need it,” you explain, walking up to the trio.

annabeth smiles at you. there’s an excited gleam in her eyes, and you remember how she’s been waiting for this for years -- her chance at glory.

“thanks,” percy mumbles, not really knowing what to say.

“i just…be safe okay?” you whisper, hands gripping tightly at annabeth’s shoulders while you look directly at her.

she nods, “i will. i promise.”

you nod in agreement, lips pursed in a tight line as you struggle to keep your emotions at bay. over the course of your years at camp, the bond between you and annabeth has grown exponentially. you love her like a little sister, one you’d do anything to protect. it scares you to think about her, a twelve year old kid, in the real world with no one looking out for her this time.

she senses your anguish, and pulls you into a tight hug. you freeze at first, not used to the affection from her, but ultimately wrap your arms around her small frame. the two of you stand there for a minute, embracing each other, but break apart when luke calls out to you from the bottom of the hill.

“it’s time to go,” he yells, and you imagine his pointed look and crossed arms. luke was just as worried as you, but he found it necessary to hide those feelings, claiming it was best for annabeth’s sake. you disagreed.

you nod, stepping away from the kids, back towards the chaos of camp, “i’ll see you at the solstice.”

you watch, with your stomach in knots from nerves and a mouth full of anxiety, as the kids step past thalia’s tree and into the world of monsters.

that was almost four days ago, and still no word from the trio. percy, annabeth, and grover were on their quest to find and return zeus’s master bolt, but the radio silence worries you. while you didn’t expect them to call every day to say good night — they needed to save their dracmas — you at least expected some type of update by now. the lack thereof leaves a nervous feeling in your stomach; something isn’t right, you know it, but you can’t quite determine what.

“those are called feelings sweetie,” katrina replies when you explain your current predicament to her.

you suck your teeth at her words, shoving her shoulder as you mumble, “shut up.”

“i’m being serious! since when do you care about three twelve year olds? no scratch that, since when do you care about anybody?” she shouts, throwing her hands up.

you look down at your converse, arms crossing over your bent knees as you sit and look at the rippling water. i care about luke, you think, and all those kids who will never experience a true family thanks to our parents. i care about you, and our friendship. i care about grover, who’s too kind for his own good. the list goes on and on, but you don’t say any of those names out loud.

instead you respond with, “i care about annabeth.”

katrina openly scoffs at your words, leaning back on her palms. “oh please, i’m talking about that little blonde.”

you sigh, looking at her over your shoulder. her short hair rustles in the breeze, and the unruly curls from spending the day in the water makes her possess a childlike innocence. if you didn’t know katrina, you’d think she was a sweet girl who’d chew you out for swearing, but you do know her; she’s anything but, and the constant taunting and teasing proves that.

“there’s something different about percy,” you explain with a shrug.

“yeah, it’s called your need to play mommy,” she mumbles.

“oh shut up,” you gripe, getting up from your spot on the dock. you make sure to kick her calf, not too hard, on your way back to hera’s cabin.

“harder,” luke commands, despite the sweat dripping down both of their faces.

percy groans, throwing his head back in frustration. they’ve been going at it for hours, practicing various techniques and maneuvers with wooden swords. while percy’s claiming was still new, and his slaying of the minotaur with no experience was still the talk of the camp, it was obvious to everyone that he needed to train. there’s an impending war coming, and the blonde boy has found himself right in the middle of it.

but he doesn’t even know what it is, you think, stepping into the dirt of the practice arena.

“give him a break, luke. he needs some hydration,” you exclaim, holding up two refillable water bottles.

they’re dripping in condensation, the ice from the pavilion already melting in the sweltering heat courtesy of long island summers. luke grumbles something under his breath, probably about how he doesn’t need a break, but takes the bottle from you with a squeeze of your hip. he stays close to your side as he drinks the water, and instead of giving him your attention, you’re busy looking over percy.

“there’s a cut on your forehead,” you say, pushing back some of his curls to get a better look.

“yeah, your boyfriend nicked me,” he replies, gesturing to luke with his chin.

“it was an accident! how many times do i have to tell you?” luke defends.

“a lot more. i’m great at holding grudges,” percy announces, and you roll your eyes.

“and that’s why you’re becoming friendly with annabeth?” you tease.

luke raises his eyebrows at your statement, looking over at the smaller boy, whose cheeks are suddenly a very dark shade of red.

“that’s different,” he grumbles, pouring the remaining water on his head.

“uh huh, right. whatever floats your boat i guess,” you reply, patting his cheek in a motherly fashion. percy swerves with an eye roll fit for a teenager.

“anyways, i’ll let you guys get back to it,” you announce, turning to face luke.

you kiss his cheek, and his palm splays across your waist. he gives it a gentle squeeze, a small sign of affection in a hasty moment. you smile at him, leaning into his chest to whisper, “go easy on him.”

“he’s training with the best swordsman in camp, he knows what to expect,” luke replies, cocky as ever, as you pat his sweaty chest three times before walking away.

the training arena is packed when you arrive, brimming with younger kids and blaring noisy chatter. they’re all clad in some sort of battle armor: shields, bronze chest plates, and celestial bronze swords. it takes a minute for them to notice your presence, but when they do they part like the red sea. most of them have the sense to keep quiet, watching you with nervous eyes and wary glances, fueled by the words of their older siblings no doubt. others, the more gutsy of the bunch, have the courage to whisper the exact words they heard from their siblings, warning their friends about you and your anger. you, however, are focused on finding the tallest head amongst the group; the one housing messy, onyx curls.

“he’s up front, helping jimmy with his armor,” a young girl whispers shyly, drawing designs in the dirt with the tip of her sword.

you stop walking, turning to face her. she’s young, no older than eight, and you feel the edges of your hard exterior soften from the sight of her pigtails and pink twinkle toes. you smile softly at her, hoping that it doesn’t scare her off.

“thank you,” you say, “i love your shoes.” she smiles at your words, giggling quietly to herself as a small blush coats her cheeks.

just as she goes to answer, luke appears at your side with, who you can only assume, is jimmy. you smile softly at him, ready to explain why you’re here in the first place, but luke beats you to it:

“let me just give them some instructions, then we can talk, okay?” he whispers, his free hand taking its place on the small of your back.

you hum in agreement, watching fondly as he takes charge of the large group of young demigods. he instructs them to practice the methods he just demonstrated in pairs, explaining that he’ll be walking around to give feedback once he’s done talking to you. as the kids partner up, he leads you to the side of the arena, where he finally meets your gaze with a raised brow.

“what?” you ask, crossing your arms at his confused stare.

“you never come here while i’m teaching lessons,” he answers.

“well, maybe i’m starting to,” you reply.

luke scoffs at your words, “no shot. what’s really going on?”

“i could be!”

“but you’re not. you hate their judgy, beady, little eyes. so, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours to make you seek me out while i’m in the middle of lessons?” he continues, his fingers playing with the waistband of your shorts.

you take a deep breath, meeting his chocolate brown eyes on the exhale, and state your concerns: “i’m worried. why haven’t we heard from them yet? it’s been days, and it’s not like annabeth to keep us completely in the dark.”

luke sighs at your words, “i’m sure they’re fine.”

you raise your eyebrows at his unexpected answer. this is luke, the same guy who refused to let you and annabeth out of his sight during capture the flag, talking? not a chance.

“so you’re not worried, at all?” you ask, searching for the true reason behind his lack of worry.

luke clenches his jaw at your words, looking away from you as he stares off into the distance. his eyebrows furrow, and you can see something flicker across his face. you don’t know what it is, but you know he’s battling something within himself.

“luke?” you ask softly, resting your hand on his bicep.

he shakes his head, a carefree smile taking over his face as he says, “it’s annabeth. she’s the smartest, most careful person i know. nothing’s wrong.”

you eye him warily, and nod your head slowly, “right. i guess i’m just overthinking.”

luke smiles, a teasing look in his eyes as he nudges your foot with his own. you look up at him, a breathy laugh escaping your lips as you meet his playful gaze.

“you always are,” he mumbles, followed by a loud laugh as you shove his shoulder.

he plants a quick kiss on your temple, hands rubbing up and down your sides before whispering, “i’ll stop by your cabin tonight. once they’re all tucked in.”

you hum in agreement, watching as he departs from your side and heads to the closest duo to provide feedback.

****

the door creaks open, and luke slips inside before the harpies register the noise. you’re already awake, patiently waiting for him on the singular cot in the cabin. the eternal flames of the fire pit burn brightly, leaving dangerous shadows on your face, illuminating the storm brewing inside.

“you’re late,” you quip, not even bothering to look up from your book.

you’re laying on your stomach, propped up on your forearms with a paperback book in your hands. you’re in your usual sleep attire, shorts and a tank top, and luke has to physically hold back a groan. he’s never wanted you so badly in his life, but instead of expressing that desire, he apologizes for his actions.

“some of the younger campers were arguing, you know i had to settle that,” he whispers, burying his face between your neck and left shoulder.

luke kisses your bare skin, slightly warmed from all the sun you’ve been getting recently. your head tilts, giving him access to more skin, and he doesn’t deny that. his lips move to your neck, leaving more than a few marks.

“careful. hera’s watching,” you tease, closing the cover of your book.

“let her,” he mumbles, practically moaning when you thread your fingers through his hair.

“oh you’d love that,” you taunt, tugging on his curls.

luke’s right arm wraps around your waist, flipping you onto your back, while his left pushes your book to the floor. your mouth falls open in shock, and you gasp quietly. he smirks at your expression, feeling satisfied to have you speechless. before you can ruin the moment, he captures your mouth with his.

the kiss is rough, all tongue and teeth. his left hand settles next to your head, while his right tugs your hips closer to his. your fingers are still lodged into his curls, and you use them to keep his face pressed against yours. he pulls back, gasping for air, but keeps his forehead planted against your skin. before he can reconnect your lips, you’re kissing all over his face.

“missed you,” you murmur in between kisses.

luke sighs, relaxing into your arms as the tension from camp counselor duties and other activities leaves his body. he knows eventually he’s going to have to tell you. he thinks it will be something like ripping off a band aid. but, for now, when he has you so eagerly in his arms, and he’s content with baring the brunt of the burden. besides, the kids aren’t even close to figuring out the truth, he’s sure of it.

****

“we know who stole the bolt,” percy announces, nothing but confidence in his voice.

luke falters, but only for a second, before asking, “how do you know?”

immediately, annabeth starts rambling. she mentions an encounter with ares, how he knows who the thief is, but was clearly covering for them. as she talks, luke realize that their suspicions are anything but correct, in fact, they’re so far into leftfield it’d be considered a homerun. yet, he runs with it, not willing to give himself up.

“so who would ares cover for?” annabeth finishes, waiting for luke to answer.

“his favorite daughter. clarisse is the lightning thief,” he answers, making sure to sound shocked by their groundbreaking discovery.

“chrion’s got to arrest her, find out what she knows. there’s more to this than just the bolt, something bigger,” percy explains.

luke and annabeth share a look of uncertainty, one that percy picks up on because he quickly adds, “don't ask me how i know, you’ve just got to trust me.”

as luke is about to assure the kids that he’ll get to it straight away, you walk into the office.

“talking to yourself again, castellan? i knew you were crazy but not this off the rocker,” you tease, stepping closer to his side.

as you approach, you see the faces of annabeth and percy in the mist. you smile at the sight of them. while they look tired, they seem pretty intact and much better off than you expected.

“how’s your quest going?” you ask, hoping to hear some positive news.

“not too bad. between ares, the chimera and medusa, i’d say we’re doing pretty good,” percy exclaims.

your eyes widen at his words, and you look to luke to see what his reaction is, but he’s not even looking at you. instead he’s watching the two demigods arguing about which monster occurred each day. he smirks at the sight of them, gently bumping his hip with yours before saying, “what is this?”

“what?” annabeth answers, confusion written all over her face.

“since when did you guys turn into an old married couple?” luke continues to tease, and you smile at the kids’ shocked faces. percy blushes at luke’s comment, and annabeth makes a point to avoid your gaze.

“not to change the subject, but we need your advice luke. we’re going to vegas and…” before percy can say another word, the iris message cuts out, the connective screen dissipating along with the rainbow that brought it here.

“well that was entertaining,” you joke, turning to face your boyfriend.

you expect him to laugh at your words, but his face is set into a hard line. his arms are crossed and jaw clenched as he stares at the spot where annabeth and percy’s faces were previously occupying. his thoughts are clearly running a mile a minute, and you step into his line of sight, calling out to him.

“they think they know who the lightning thief is,” he grumbles, gaze still distant and cold.

“what? who?” you ask, stepping closer to him. while it’s only the two of you in the room, you don’t want to risk anyone else hearing; this isn’t the sort of thing that should be spread around camp, even if you hate the majority of the people here.

“clarisse,” he starts, “but they’re wrong.”

“how do you know?” you ask, nothing but confusion plastered all over your face.

“because it’s actually me,” luke replies, finally meeting your gaze.

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mx-your-name · 6 months

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His Goddess - 2

Possessive!Adam x Goddess!Reader

Warning: Yandere theme, Possessive Adam, minimum Obsessed Adam, mention of willing to kill angels and sinners, Adam trying to fight a literal GOD, slight mention of sized and mommy kink, a weird ass dead Angel willing to do anything for you that goes by the name of fucking ADAM!

-Like any normal day you were awake doing business whether it was watching over the mortal world, heaven, or hell

-Just then you had to get called into a meeting making you even more annoyed while you were trying to maintain all three places which were all chaotic.. Lute was a mess after Adam’s death with Sera and Emily trying to cheer her up or something, hell was hell, and Earth was just a mix of heaven and hell that was 10x worse than both

-And to your no amusement only to find out that the meeting had lasted for three hours!

-Not only did you miss out on normal day activities you do but Adam was also panicked on where you were at

-He had woken up and went to the normal spot to find you NOT there so he thought you were in your library or something? Nope! Garden? Not there either! He had looked everywhere only to find no one, not his goddess in sight

-Adam knew he shouldn’t worry since you were not only a HOT GODDESS but one that is more powerful than the other four

-Including your hot and sexiness

- *s i g h s in d i s a p p o i n t m e n t*

-Image him calling you tall milf or Mommy cause how you always towered over him.. yeah weird motherfucker but we still love him

-You see how cocky he is about himself just wait until he tells you all the cool stuff that he had done for you to fall more in love with him but fails miserably, you already saw everything he had done from the start of time itself

-Size kink, you can’t tell me otherwise! Whether it’s you or him that’s taller! He’ll still have a size kink no matter what!

-Still calls you a bitch but instead he says, “milf bitch,” or “tall bitch,” or “hot bitch,” or even “mommy bitch,” He’s still coming up with more nicknames for you till this day, yeah weird motherfucker am I right?

-I regret doing this but I love him sfm…

-Has told you multiple times that you belonged to him and him alone which is like 5 or 6 times PER DAY sadly..

-Of course he trusts that you’d never leave him for someone else like who would? He’s Adam! The first man! The dickmaster! He just doesn’t trust that goody tooshoo Cupid guy that talks nonstop about love this and love that

-Yeah.. he definitely had to tell himself that he was the only one made for you and you alone. He fucking CACKLED for the past 5 10 minutes about that

-Meanwhile you were super bored in the meeting which was talking about what to do with certain IMP’s in hell that were going back up to the human world messing with the people and killing them after getting more calls from clients and shit about that

-You were really wishing you brought Adam in here to make it entertaining and have some views from a person that knew sinners personally that just wanted to kill them

-Now when you were looking through the eyes you have everywhere and saw Adam laughing to himself then leaving to grab a drink and sip on it, maybe it was in fact the best idea to not have him come to this Gods meeting

“I say we just go down there and handle them ourselves! Sooner or later they are gonna need to learn to not FUCK with the human world and just stay in their damn place! Maybe we should even give Stolas a visit about him letting those IMP’s use his book that was passed on through his family from us!” Demeter shouted slamming her fist on the table now standing up from her chair knocking it over making it tumble onto the ground. The vines alongside the wall as decoration grew bigger fast from her anger that was swelling up inside of her.

“Not only that but they are messing with nature! The nature that I took my time growing! The nature that I took my time out of my schedule to plant in the place that was needed and thought out only from it all gets mostly destroyed by.. fucking IMP’s!” Her shouting was heard throughout the entire room and through the giant down for all of your 40 foot tall frames. The vines growing faster and faster the more her anger boiled, Eros shirking down a bit muttering how this didn’t feel like a lovely conversation anymore.

Themis sat there, her hands intertwined neatly on the table, staring at Demeter through her blindfold over her eyes with a straight face. Ares felt the anger that was all so familiar that he knew during the wars he went through time and time again for humans only that was never really appreciated or respected anymore nowadays. You knew every emotion that everyone was feeling, you sat at your seat in between both sides. Resting your face in the palm of your hand that stood up on the arm of your chair wanting this meeting to be over since you still had stuff that you needed to get down.

For example like making sure that Adam hadn’t gone mad when finding that you were missing and leaving your place without him. It was always important to him that when you left you had to take him with you since he was always feeling like you were just cheating on him with that Cupid guy which Adam refers to him as. Yeah you had to tell him just because you're leaving without him doesn’t mean you're doing any of that with Eros after all he wasn’t anything more. That but also because Eros already basically had two wives since he is Cupid.

You also had to remind Adam that you two weren’t dating, which Adam acted so dramatic about crying that you didn’t love him anymore. He had crocodile tears going down his face, sighing as you lifted him up in your hands telling him to stop crying. When he thought you weren’t looking he had a smirk on his face knowing that he won the conversation. He “always” did, instead you only let him since Eros told you over and over that he could feel Adam’s love for you raiding off of him, but told you privately that the love Adam had for you was more toxic and possessive but still said it was so cute to see the love between you two!

“Demeter, please calm down. We’ll get this whole situation sorted out in no time and you know revealing ourselves to anyone besides to the certain people that know about us would mess up everything and would cause chaos to arise. We’ll all come up with a plan on what to do, maybe we could speak to Stolas about the matter after all he knows of our existence because of his family.” You told Demeter, breaking through the tension between everyone once snapping out of your thoughts about the matter you're gonna have to deal with when getting back to your place.

“I sincerely apologize, [Name]. I’m just a bit mad for what those IMP’s are doing to my amazing plants down on the planet Earth.” She explained, her vines shrinking back down with a swipe of her hand. Her once chair that laid on the ground was now sat back up thanks to her plants that sprouted from the bottom of her feet. Demeter sat back down in her seat with a swift motion, Eros now sitting back up in his pink chair that had hearts on it that was designed that was to his liking.

-After that whole thing the meeting went completely normal figuring out ideas and coming up with a way to get what Demeter wanted without breaking any of the rules

-Never have you been so thankful in your life when the meeting finally ended letting all five of you go back to what you were doing before the three hour long God and Goddess gathering

-Snapping your fingers you were easily back at your place, Adam who was watching television with a slurpee in hand sipping on it

-Your once 40 foot tall height shrunk down to ten feet that was still taller than Adam since you didn’t feel comfortable being short cause it didn’t fit you, that’s what you’d always say

-Once you sat down beside him on the couch expect him to immediately cling onto you like you were a jungle gym or something

-For a warning he ain’t ever gonna let go until he feels that he can but will still cling to your side wherever your heart leads you to

-Threatening anyone that he deems competition that’ll try and fight for your love

-Yes he HAS in fact threatened the other gods even the goddesses about staying away from you his lover

-Oh my YOU! He almost died a second time thanks to Ares but it was stopped by you. Adam knew that you’d protect him but didn’t show it telling you that he could’ve handled it on his own

-no… just no-

-Adam so wished Lute was here so he could show you off to her and say he had hit the jackpot on finding the one that was always meant to be his lover from the start

-He does miss Lute most of the time feeling a bit lonely without his best friend by his side but at least you're here with him! Not like you're ever gonna leave. He wasn’t able to die again with him by your side and you wouldn’t be able to die since you are a LITERAL goddess

-Had tried to convince you to bring Lute up here multiple times but you told him that you weren’t able to do that for the sake of the rules that were written down for you, you did tell him that if she did die that she would come up here and could stay here with the two of you if he wanted. Adam agreed with little hesitation because he realized that he might get you all to himself but if Lute was her she could protect you like your bodyguard

-As if you were gonna need one! If anyone tried attacking you they’re flicked away and if they did manage to after trying to get to where your at

“Oh come on Sugar tits! You will live Lute and we both could get what we want! I can have my best pal with me and you could have another person to add to this house that could pretty you!” Adam tried convincing you, walking side by side in the garden of flowers that Demeter had set up for you since she said your house was a bit dull m, that was but it wasn’t anymore when Adam arrived here and moved in total with your permission.

“I had already told you Adam, I’m not aloud the only way she could come up here is if she dies WITHOUT it being caused by me or any of the others.” You told him for the second time in the past two minutes man. Wait sugar tits? Oh great another nickname for you, guess it was a bit better than bitch mommy, gross. “Oh don’t be like that babes, what’s the worst that can happen? It’s just one person!” Adam said, slurping on his slurpee in hand, his golden wings resting behind his back. He no longer had his weird looking mask since he had died without it on.

“You ask one more time and I’ll take you going on walks with me in the garden away no scratch that, I'll take you sleeping with me away for a whole damn week if it makes you be quiet.” That had gotten Adam to shut up rather quickly huh guess that’s one of the things he doesn’t wanna go a week without or even a single day. He had bugged you so much one time so you kicked him out of your room for a whole night, he slept outside the door and apologized for what he did later that morning. He couldn’t even stand the feeling of sleeping without you in your big giant bed together.

Nodding your head as you continue your way through the garden admiring the flowers that Demeter had made for you. It was rather normal for all the gods or in other cases goddesses to give the others housewarming gifts. Demeter gave all of you plants and flowers, Eros had gotten any pink and pastel colors to represent love. Ares had gotten all shades of red and some black ones that often had both colors mixed to represent the war for him which he loved gladly.

Themis had gotten just blue that were all shades since she only wanted blue and some were white as an exception since Demeter said it was too bluey for the whole garden. You had gotten all kinds of colors since you were creation and creation could make any color and another part of the garden had darker shades of colors including black, all shades of gray, brown, and etc to represent the destruction.

Ares gave every person some knight armory stands along side the outside or inside of the huge like places you all live at to represent the protection of knights that could come to live from his power to protect the place it guards if anything tried to ever attack which was very unlikely but better be safe than sorry. Eros gifted everyone scented candles with your favorite scents and always gave you all new ones every once or two weeks cause the old ones melt away but that’s okay!

Themis gifted everyone scale if anyone needed an option on anything if you don’t ever make up your mind or see where a person should go to be either reincarnated or whiling them from the face of the entire existence. Your gift to everyone was to make anything they wished for since you had creation letting you create anything with the power of your magic that didn’t break a single sweat from you.

“How does a nice dinner and a movie tonight sound to you?” Breaking the silence with ease as your hand held the flower between your fingertips, the beauty is always surprising on how pretty and amazing things can look if you just focus on the present instead of technology, staying inside all day, or just not giving a single care about the world at all. “That sounds awesome, sugar tits.” Adam quickly agreed, grinning ear to ear, and there that nickname was there again.

Not able to hold the smile back from appearing on your face, letting out a laugh as you cover your mouth with your hand. Your eyelids open up revealing [color] eyes that had a star in the middle of it as the pupils. What made you even more beautiful to Adam in the scenery was your smile that would be worth a thousand or even more words that he spent in a heartbeat. But also because of the way you looked at him with pure eyes that seemed to easily overpower anyone if they tried to fight you, yet again they held both the sunset and sunrise you would always want to see with your significant other every day at any given chance that was open for free.

The sun shining brightly behind you making your appearance glow brightly made Adam feel like he fell so much harder for you than he already was. If he thought he was already deeply in love with you, this one handed split second had sealed the deal on his love that he felt for only you. And the way you were looking at him with laughter and a smile he knew you must love him back. If it wasn’t his cockyness talking he would say that he was glad you were starting to love him but maybe not as much as he loves you but that’s okay cause he could love you with all the love he’d offer. Maybe even kill sinners and angels combined to see you give him that smile every day.

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goddess-venuz · 1 month

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SIMP CH 40

ஓ๑SWOLLEN LIPS PARTED RELEASING A BREATHLESS MEWL....

Spine arching deeply; fingers curling into your palms unable to grasp anything as the belt from Yuri kept your hands bound against one another. One leg wrapped around the male's neck, the other spread with Yuri's fingertips burying deeply into your thigh forcing your other leg apart and revealing your exposed slit.

Dress raised barely above your thighs; laced underwear resting around your left ankle- the wet muscle lapped at your cunt with no remorse; a sharp breathless exhale escaped through Yuri's nostrils- the male feeling his last bit of sanity melting away at the sweet savor of your juices coating his tastebuds.

The tickling sensation of Yuri's lengthy strains tickling your inner thighs and labia; tongue deep within your wet walls as it licks around the crevices and laps at the juices, and his hips rubbing his swollen, hard cock into the plush flooring of the pit completely subconsciously, maybe he's even unaware at how obvious his rutting is, he's just trying to gain a little bit of friction.

Crimson hues- replenished with pure ardor fixated in your pussy; parting his tongue from your folds, a sharp moan fell past your lips feeling the pleasure sharp pain shooting through your thigh as Yuri nibbled before roughly sucking on your supple flesh; dragging his teeth over the noticeable marking he had placed.

"Y-Yuri-..."

A low hum vibrates from his lips against your flesh; dragging his tongue over the love bite- you spoke in a whisper. "C...Can..." trailing off, swallowing thickly- you inhaled sharply. "You free my hands?"

"Not until I hear you utter the words I want to hear."

Sitting up; slipping his middle finger and ring finger past your swollen lips- a light choked cry escapes your throat in a muffled manner as the tips of his fingers jabbed the back of your throat lightly.

Tilting his head to the side; smirking tauntingly down at you, his chest heaved with excitement coursing through his veins- the same adrenaline he felt the first night he had fucked you senseless...

"Claim that you're mine... Through sickness and death... Hardship... You will always crawl back to me, you can try to even replace me but I know your heart... Body and soul belong to me, your husband..."

Slipping his fingers from your lips; a trail of salvia connecting the tips of his fingers from your lips- the male dragging his Slavia-coated fingers to your clit;

Massaging his fingers against your bundles of nerves- enough to make your stomach flutter with butterflies of pleasure, your legs twitching.

"Say it beloved... Be a good girl unless you want me to remake our first sex..."

You weren't sure what had happened to Yuri over the four years... Hell, you knew the two of you had changed but there was just something seeing this possessive side of him...

It was a damn turn-on.

"Yuri... As I said on the day we're set in stone as husband and wife..."

Trailing off; you swallowed the salvia that had filled your mouth, it would be the next words you muttered that sealed your vows with Yuri once more...

"Til death do we part..."

Yuri silently gazed into your hues; the male gradually let a chuckle of amusement roll off his tongue. "... You always know what to say to turn me on..." whispering under his breath; Yuri reached towards the belt that held your hands together.

Undoing the belt, he tossed it to the side; it was an instant you rubbed your wrists- releasing an exhale of relief that didn't last long once Yuri grabbed your wrists; pinning them at the sides of your head.

"Yuri!-"

"(Y/n), I know we haven't been by each other's side for years but no matter what had happened... My heart had always belonged to you..."

Yuri's crimson hues longing bore into your (e/c) eyes; the male searching your hues for any emotion of hesitation. "I need you to tell me... Right now... You love me."

"I love you, Yuri..."

"You only see me as your husband?"

"Yes-"

"You always be the mother to my children... My wife... Our family will always be happy..."

You weren't sure the true meaning behind his words; lust clouded your mind, you had wished to always be in Yuri's arms for years; and yet here you were finally in his arms once again...

"Yes."

Happiness coursed through Yuri's veins; the male was unable but to hold a lovestruck smile to your view, leaning forward- his lips capturing yours;

No longer fighting your emotions you had attempted to hide for years... Interlocking your lips with his; parting your lips allowing your tongues to entangle with one another- his hand moving from your wrists allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck.

Fingertips danced from your lower abdomen to your inner thighs; his condom-coated cock prodding at your entrance.

"Love..." He whisper-moans, "You're as perfect as the day I laid eyes on you..."

Parting from the heated kiss; kissing your jawline sweetly, your head tilted ever so slightly- a hitched moan brushed from your swollen lips feeling Yuri's swollen cock slip through your cunt. "I love you... I love you so damn much... It hurts..."

Low moans and groans sound in your ear as Yuri continues to thrust into you; relishing in the feel of you so tight around him.

"Fuck," He mutters; the word a curse but feeling so heavenly on his lips, his hands raising from your hips to your thighs- raising your knees to touch your hardened nipples- allowing the swollen tip of his cock to jab further into your cunt.

Your hips start to meet his in earnest; every roll of his met with one of your own as you take him deeper.

Pleading whimpers falling from your lips bounced through the shallow cave's walls; Yuri's lips parted ever so slightly- a string of groans rumbling lowly from his chest.

The pleasurable; unspeakable sensation of his cock rutting into your bundle of nerves was enough to make goosebumps plague your flesh.

Hands falling from his neck to his back; fingernails burying into his flesh- Yuri's half-lidded hues stayed fixated on your facials that twisted with pleasure.

Your voice practically sang in his twisted mind. Your eyes reminded him of a siren. Your lips seemed so soft and kissable he had to try... Your sweet aroma was desperately pleasurable suffocating, Everything about you was enough to drive him to the peek of his sainty...

He had to take you.

He had to keep you.

He had to make sure you know you forever belong to him...

Even if that means tying you enterally to him finally...

Any signs of mercy vanished from the man's thoughts; your eyelids squeezed shut unable to witness the pure insane obsession that gleamed with Yuri's lustful gaze;

His cock ravishing your walls; plowing mercilessly into the bundle of nerves that earned a cry to break from your lips, breasts pouncing to the sharp yet passionate thrusts;

Blindly sinking his swollen tip further into your cunt; a low growl like moan rumbles from deep within his chest.

"-...Say it..."

Croaking out; goosebumps breaking across his flesh in beads of sweat, he whispered lowly once more. "Say my name."

"Yuri- fuck!"

Releasing one thigh letting your leg fall to the side as both hands grasped the thigh of your right leg; raising your leg- reangling your body to the side as he rested your ankle against his shoulder;

He angled his hips to thrust his cock up against a bundle of nerves inside of you, sending mind-numbing bliss into your very being; upon feeling your cervix clamped against the swollen tip of his cock was nearly enough to drive the man over the edge.

Hands forced to drop on the sides of your skull; your eyelids finally parted ever so slightly yet your vision blurred, your faces buried into the nearest pillow for skull rested upon.

Drool spilling from the corners of your lips; staining the pillow, you had released a final sharp cry as ecstasy washed over your numbing limbs- years of build-up sexual frustration finally being released;

"(Y/n)-..."

A low cry escapes Yuri's throat; the male's hips rutting deeply against your pelvis, cumming within your walls- his chest shakily heaving, sharp periodic strings of panting brushing past his lips.

Skull tilted back ever so slightly; the male's vision blinded for a mere moment, a sinister wide smile stretched across his lips; an amused laugh bursting from his lungs as the emotion of unspeakable exhilaration coursed through his veins.

Releasing your leg letting it drop to the side; the male gazed down at your exhausted figure, keeping his cock sheathed within you- leaning forward planting a fevered kiss against the nape of your neck to your collarbone.

"Forever sealed as a Briar's Wife...."

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lowkeyrobin · 6 months

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MORGAN DAVIES ; behind the scenes

summary ; childhood friends to lovers with actor pookies 🤞

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; idk specifically how the others act irl because I obviously don't know them personally, be aware that they might be a little out of character ; Conan Gray references, reader is described to have positive sensory experiences with hair and scratchy/fuzzy textures cause why not

requested by ; @callsignwidow

word count ; 1.2k

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"Hey Morg!" You smile, seeing your long-time friend leave the set, walking towards you. "How's it going?" You ask, handing him a bag of takeout food you'd just picked up for him.

He accepts it graciously with a smile. He's dressed in a blue sweatshirt and black pants, a few droplets of fake blood splattered across his blonde hair. "Thank you! And good, you wanna come up?" He asks, pointing back at the apartment complex where the movie was being shot in.

You nod with a shrug, "Yeah, let's go enter the demon possessed apartment complex"

He pats your shoulder, pulling you inside to hide away from the scorching New Zealand heat. You walk up the multiple flights of stairs, reaching the filming floor. You're happily greeted by Gabrielle and Nell, the two having been eating lunch in the hallway. Alyssa and Lily were finishing up a scene inside, prompting you to take a seat with them and Morgan.

He opens the bag and shares the chips and gauc with the girls, and opens up the styrofoam box to reveal his quesadillas.

"Those are the greasiest quessadillas I've ever seen" Gabrielle chuckles, watching Morgan use one of the shitty napkins in the bag to dab away some of the grease.

"It's Taco Bell, of course it's greasy!" He exclaims, taking a bite of the cheesey tortilla. "Right, Y/n?"

You quickly nod, rushing to his defense.

"What point are you trying to prove?"

"I dunno"

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓

"You showed up just to ruin shit for me! I tried leaving all of you in the past for a reason! I wish you'd just stay in my memories, go away!" You shout, "There's no reason to think we could ever exist again. Get over it!"

Tears run down your cheeks and neck, dark, artificial circles under your eyes. Tear stains cover the outer corners of your eyes. Your hands were balled into fists, fingers clenched so tightly that your knuckles were turning white.

"Cut!"

You exhale, shaking hands with your costar as you step off the set. Your familiar blonde friend rushes to your side to hug you, cheering on your performance.

"That was crazy! You're so like, it's surreal when you act like that, really." A smile painting his face, arms slung around your shoulders.

The shorter, faded sides of his mullet scratch your jaw a bit, a weird comfort you found in his hugs. His hugs were always so warm and welcoming, so scratchy and fuzzy, like that childhood nostalgia of TV static. He didn't mind your hands getting lost in his hair, he knew the sensory was a positive stimulation for you, something that grounded you.

"That was so good! Holy fuck!" He smiles, patting you on the back as you fully exit your character's state of mind and thoughts, and separate theirs from yours. "That's impressive, really. You on-command cry so well!" He chuckles, patting your cheeks a few times to show you some physical love.

"Thank you, thank you" You lightly smile, accidently looking down at his lips a little too long before looking back up at his eyes.

The directors, producers, and cameramen all had their backs facing you, giving some sense of privacy as you two talk. You'd finally finished the day around nine, your tiredness apparent to Morgan. You stand far off to the side, out of everyone's way.

"C'mon, I'll take you home" He offers, leading you outside as you nod.

You'd walked here. You wanted to go home with him and just jump in your bed and sleep. You'd been up since nearly four this morning to finish up the final scenes of this movie you were working on. Finally, though, it was over.

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓

On the car ride home, which was luckily within two hours of the final set you were on for the passion project movie you were starring in, it was relatively quiet. You couldn't sleep in the car, you rest your head against the seatbelt, and stare out the window, watching all the trees and lamp posts on the side of the highway pass by.

The blonde, driving, let you connect your phone to the radio to play music. You'd been playing some calmer music, considering you were tired and weren't in for anything upbeat.

Morgan knew the location of your home like the back of his hand, like you were his second home, because you were. Being so close for so long created a weird string between you two, something so lovely and fuzzy inside the both of you.

You drink the bottled love water out of the cupholder in the center console, which he'd brought just for you. Even though it was still cold from being in the fridge, it bubbled a warmth inside your stomach. A warmth that reminded you of the person sitting next to you. The person who gave you unconditional love and support through everything.

You end up falling asleep halfway through the drive, which he notices quickly. As you arrived at your destination, however, he had to make a decision. Either wake you up, or ruffle through your belongings, get your house keys, and carry you inside as carefully as possible.

Of course, he picked the latter.

Luckily enough, the interior lights turning on as he parked the car didn't awake you, clearly fallen into a deep slumber. He opens the door to your residence, then carries your backpack of belongings inside, then finally, you. He carefully lays you on your bed, then covers you with a light blanket that sat at the foot of your mattress.

He runs a hand through his hair before you stir, catching him off gaurd. He fills with worry and guilt, not having wanted to wake you up at all.

"Thanks, Morg" You mumble, hiding your eyes in your arm, shielding yourself from the light pouring in from the hallway and the lamp nearby. "You can spend the night if you wanna"

"Okay" He nods, "I'll be out on the couch if you need me" He turns around, walking towards your door before you stop him.

"No, like-" You speak, rubbing your eyes a bit before he quickly turns off the lamp for you. "-You can lay in here. You don't have to sleep on the couch. We've been friends for like, ever, it's fine"

"That's the problem" He mumbles

"Huh?" You hum, squinting your eyes as they adjust to the lighting, looking up at him.

He lightly sighs, "I don't wanna be just friends. Okay? And that's awful of me to say, considering you probably won't remember this because you're exhausted and we've been only friends for so long. Anyways, I'm... I'm gonna go sleep on the couch, if you need anything"

"Morgan-"

"What?"

"Come lay down, you dork"

"What?"

You roll your eyes and flop back down onto your pillow. "Get your ass to sleep next to me before I knock you out myself"

"Loud and clear," He replies, quickly scurrying to your side after turning the hallway light off. He toes his shoes off at the end of the bed and climbs into it with you, keeping distance. "So about..."

"Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, love" You reply, pulling the covers over your shoulders.

Astonished, only a singular select word is able to leave his lips.

"Goodnight"

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heyidkyay · 10 months

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And I'm petrified of being alone, now |

Part Nine

Matty Healy x reader

Summary: She’s just trying to get by, really. What with being a single parent to her four year old son whilst simultaneously trying to kick start a successful career as a radio presenter. She’s got everything she’s ever wanted though, friends close by, a mum who’s merely a phone call away, and of course her baby boy. What else is there to wish for? But then, it’s not long before her relatively normal life gets upended and turned on its head, and she’s suddenly forced to deal with situations she’s never even thought to imagine.

What happens when one mention of a certain controversial singer on her show sends a flood of unexpected challenges her way?

Authors Note: Part Nine!! Hope you lot like this one! Thank you so much for all the love its been shown, means a whole lot xx

Warnings: Scene that involves a lot of sudden panic and themes of possessive violence (Nothing too graphic, promise!), drinking but it's to be expected tbh

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The pavement outside of the bar was grounding. A solid presence beneath my unsteady feet.

I let that feeling engulf me as I wandered a little further down from the club doors to press my back against the outer wall. The brick became a tether, I felt the grain of its grit against the leather of my jacket, the way its chill pooled across the back of my head, its rough ridges latching onto the hair that fell there.

It had been the briefest of seconds, a startled glance shared between us both before I had ripped myself away. Knowing that I’d only somehow lose myself in those eyes of his if I lingered a second too long.

But Matty had been all too bashful and almost completely unaware of my presence, so over the top in his greetings to everyone else that he had virtually made it too easy for me to slip straight past his guard and out into the night.

Now, alone, I dragged in a ragged breath. The feverish wisp of the evening air swirled around my tongue, only to then wind its way down the back of my throat. It helped to somewhat still my trembling hands.

Then, almost frantically, I moved to rifle through the pockets of my jacket in search of a pack of fags, or perhaps a lighter- practically desperate to find another means of escape. My mind wouldn’t stop its endless spinning.

I didn't get the chance though, not when the person I'd all but bolted from came tumbling out of the doorway a few feet away, dazed smile paired with a pair of sharp cutting eyes.

"There she is!"

I swallowed thickly just as my head snapped left to meet Matty, who was now making his merry way over, hands tucked in his trousers as he grinned amiably at me. Like everything was fine. Normal.

"Was beginning to think you'd done a runner!"

He didn't look much different from the last time I had seen him, which oddly felt so long ago now. That day in the cafe and then by the tube station. But still, there was something unfamiliar about the jaunty way he now held himself. It was a little too confident, arrogant almost. I wasn't sure how to interpret it. If I was even supposed to.

"No. Just needed some air." I replied, a breath of relief escaping me when my fingers finally wrapped around the familiar feel of cardboard. I pulled the carton out to distract myself from his overwhelming presence and plucked a cigarette from its contents before then extending it outwards. It felt impolite not to offer.

Matty only bared his teeth at me in a grin, as charming as ever, before he leant forward to snag another from the casing. I fumbled then for a lighter, patting myself down in search of it.

I needn't have bothered though because I blinked and then there was a flame, unwavering in the wind as Matty dangled it carelessly just under my nose.

My eyes sought his and I wet my lips before making room for the filter.

Matty leaned in closer and I hunched slightly so that I could burn the cigarette’s end, but as I did I continued to observe Matty, his stance, the mask he wore, whilst the fancy chrome lighter worked its magic.

I didn't know exactly where my heart was in that precise moment, but it definitely wasn't in my chest. It was climbing up my throat, pounding against my skin, hammering in my ears.

I hadn't really noticed it before but now, just being around Matty- especially when not entirely sober- was a somewhat difficult task for me to endure. The man was every sort of red flag rolled up into one being, the kind of person I knew I was better off just staying away from.

Because people like Matty tended to lure the likes of me in, with their charming smiles and cutting eyes.

The perfect sort of trap that left you helpless, stranded.

Right then, it almost seemed as though Matty had the power to read every insulant or incriminating thought that had ever crossed my mind. As though all of it was written as clear as day across my face.

Matty took a long drag of his cigarette and propped himself up against the wall beside me, a little too close for current comfort but I couldn't really find it in myself to pull back now.

"Seemed like you couldn't get away fast enough."

He said it so nonchalantly that I was a little unsure on how best to answer, whether Matty was honestly offended or not by my sudden departure. But before I could even think up a reply, Matty was already striving on.

"But, I can only imagine- must've been more than awkward to see the object you've been ignoring for, well fuck knows how long, standing right there. Within reach."

Matty turned his infamous grin on me then, but my breath had already been caught by the unbidden emotion in the man's eyes.

"I-" I tried but Matty merely shrugged me off, cigarette ash flailing as he did.

"Don't need an excuse, babe. I get it. I can be a bit much at times- clingy, I reckon’s the right word."

I choked a little on my next drag but immediately started to shake my head. "No, no- honestly, Matty. It wasn't like that."

Matty levelled me with an odd look, but said nothing more.

"Look, I promise. Alright? It’s just- I've had a lot on recently. Everything's been fucking stressing me out, more so than usual, and it's all just. Well, it's all just sort of gotten on top of me."

Knuckling the side of my eye in frustration, I tugged a hand through my hair, hating myself for the way I couldn't even seem to worm my way out of this one. For the dejected look that sat so blatantly on Matty's face.

"I am really not saying this right." I huffed out unhappily before I dropped my fag and stamped the remaining cherry out.

Matty merely snorted and I pressed my lips together to keep from biting and instead took a breath, turning to him.

"I'm sorry." Is what I apparently decided on, and felt almost as surprised as Matty looked when the words bypassed my lips. But in truth, I found that I really was sorry for making Matty feel as though he was to blame here. And for whatever other idiotic thing Matty might've told himself as to why I’d been acting like a right bitch lately.

Matty looked at me for a long pause, his hand stilled in midair between us, and I really wasn't very sure how to take the small smile that tugged at his lips a moment later.

"No need for apologies. Honestly. Well, only if you're planning to continue ignoring my messages after all this." Matty quipped and he laughed lightly when he caught my expression, blowing a cloud of smoke out of the side of his mouth.

I felt looser having heard his reply though, and tried for a smile.

"No. No, I wasn't planning on it."

"Good." Matty nodded and I really appreciated the way his face brightened when he did so. But I knew I’d never tell him. "Now! Are you going to buy me a drink for all of my troubles, or am I going to have to bribe that grumpy ginger mate of yours? Who’s even that sodding tall anyway?"

A startled laugh bubbled up from my chest and I couldn't for the life of me even think to decline the ask when Matty was looking at me like that, eyes shining under the streetlamp light, cheeky smile brightening his entire being.

"I'd like to see you try."

I quietly waited for Matty to finish the remnants of his cigarette before I followed the singer back inside, feeling the humidity of the cramped club pool over me the moment we bypassed the entrance.

Matty grabbed at my hand just as we slid by the highly intoxicated hen-do party who were crowding the doors. The action was done without merely a second thought, which wedged that heart of mine up into the walls of my throat and left me almost unaware as Matty continued to lead me through the rest of the crowd.

His fingers wrapped effortlessly around my own and I clung to them like an anchor to the ocean floor. Struggling greatly to suppress the bubbling urge to play with the large metal ring that adorned Matty’s index finger.

"Oi, I thought you'd left!" Came a booming voice from over my left shoulder, it resonated around us once Matty and I had finally reached the bar.

It was on impulse that I glanced over in its direction and gaped at the sudden appearance of Auley, who's blue eyes were keen but playful, taking the situation in. It was Matty though, who replied, face turned up into a cocky grin as he subtly observed the incoming target.

"It seems,” He said, “That Squeaks here cannot say no to the likes of me."

Matty’s fingers were still grasping mine, I noted then, and was merely grateful for the way the bar's dim yellow lights were able to cover up the faint blush that had crawled up my neck. That statement had only strengthened it though, it seemed. Because, in all honesty, it felt like more than just a partial truth.

The laughter that followed from Auley was brash and unavoidable, and he made sure to catch my gaze.

"Ah, I see!" Auley winked at me as he went to grab at the large tray of drinks the barman passed him. "Must be those devilishly good looks of yours, mate."

I hated feeling so wrong-footed so I shot back, "Or, maybe his charm."

Auley smirked just as I ducked my head. "I'll let everyone know you're stickin' around then, Mouse. Join us, yeah?"

Before I could dissuade him, to rewrite the picture he’d decided on in his head, the tall ginger had already dived back into the crowd, his head bobbing along to the song playing overhead as he sailed his way through. Everyone back at the table would know that I’d stuck around soon enough.

"What're you drinking then?"

Blinking, I spun back to face Matty and found a busty barmaid waiting on his reply. She was a pretty thing, propped up against the sleek counter, lips quirked high enough to contradict her sultry eyes.

"Uh," I fumbled slightly before I simply shrugged, "Whatever you're having is fine."

Matty smiled, teeth glinting with the extremity of it, then leant in closer to order, close enough to the barmaid that I struggled to hear their exchange.

The woman flashed him a flirty smile before she finally slipped away, leaving me alone with the likes of Matty once again. I couldn’t for the life of me decide on how I felt about that.

"You been out long then?" I asked as a way of conversation, eyes flitting around the rest of the room, my voice raised just enough to be heard over the music.

"Depends on who you're asking."

My forehead pinched at that, and so Matty laughed.

"Jamie doesn't know I'm out."

I gave a slow nod. "Right. But won't he find out though? You know, come morning, when your mug's plastered all over Twitter and The Times."

Matty’s smile soured ever so slightly at that but he still chirped right back, pressing further into my space, arm brushing mine. “That’s the fun of it, Squeaks. Gotta live a little, yeah?”

The barmaid came wading back over before I could over-analyse his response, settling down an expensive bottle of Belvedere alongside two glasses. "Hope you enjoy it."

Matty dipped his chin at her, one side of his mouth tugging its way up before he hip-checked me into motion.

"Come on then, lead the way!"

Strobe lights danced in his peripheral vision, blinding and eccentric enough to cast shadows and beams out over the room. The bass of the current song being played overhead resonated deep within his chest, thudding alongside his erratic heartbeat. But Matty couldn't seem to concentrate on any of that, not when the girl swaying beside him stood so close, a breath away.

"DJ tonight is really going for it!" She declared as she tossed her head back carelessly, laughing up at the ceiling.

Matty couldn’t find it in him to reply, too busy staring. Mouth agape as his eyes raked over the length of her body. The moisture that clung to the line of her throat, the way that the shorter hairs that framed her face curled in the humidity, how her body just moved. As though she didn't even have to try. Like she was just dancing to dance, not caring who was watching.

Briefly, Matty wondered how hot she must have felt wrapped up in that tight leather jacket of hers, but couldn't for the life of him bring himself to ask. Not when she looked so carefree, so buoyant. Plus, the leather only added to the image Matty had honed in on.

She was grinning still, almost madly now, when she turned her head to catch his keen gaze. She leant in close, so close that Matty could breathe in the scent of her all too easily, the same sweet fragrance that surrounded her constantly and had been filling up his head for days since he’d first smelt it.

"Listen to this riff coming up! Just after the bridge." She instructed him, bright eyes hidden behind drooping lids as her lips brushed against the shell of Matty’s ear.

He forced back a shiver at the feeling and tried his very hardest to follow the order, straining to focus on the song instead of the girl’s proximity.

She continued to bop her head languidly and her eyes finally fell completely shut just as a guitar sounded. The chords of it flowed so fluently, edging closer and closer towards a finale.

She looked so serene whilst she listened, so carefree. As though the only language she'd ever been able to truly understand was the sound of music.

They fell into rhythm without even thinking, the two of them, he dropped his head against her neck so that his hips could sway with hers, a drink loosely gripped between the pads of his fingers. And she seemingly allowed it, even as they stood in a crowd so full of onlooking people.

It was strange though. All of his thoughts were centred around her, the way she moved, the rise and fall of her chest. The three freckles perched on the bone of her collar. But just as that realisation settled in and they continued to dance, Matty felt the sudden sensation of air forcing its way back into his lungs. The action was so apparently clear that he realised, momentarily, that he'd forgotten just how imperative it was to simply breathe.

He wasn't sure whether it was down to the alcohol, or something other, but he revelled in the sharp chill of it, the rushing of his blood. The way it made him dizzy with adrenaline. It was akin to something he hadn’t felt in a long while.

"Mouse."

I hummed noncommittally in response, not paying the voice behind me much mind as I approached the bar again. Matty wanted something fizzy this time around and I didn’t mind sharing.

"Mouse!" It came again, louder.

The crowd seemed to have tripled in the short time it had taken me to weave my way off of the dance floor, it was buzzing now, hands and faces and drinks everywhere. My gaze flickered back over my shoulder momentarily to see if I could still make Matty out in the heaving mass, just so that I could reassure him that I'd soon be back, that I was already at the bar.

"Mouse!" There it was again, that voice, only this time it was accompanied by a grabbing hand.

I startled at the sensation and whipped around, frowning when I saw it was Ronan standing there, my confused gaze now peering up into his storming blue. I shrugged the hand off, then rubbed at the wrist it had seized.

"That'll leave a bruise." I mumbled with a pinched expression.

Ronan's lips only thinned as he stared down at me, not saying a word.

I huffed unhappily, "What did you want, Ro?"

Ronan’s sharp scoff cut through the noise, sounding as though I should have already known the answer to that one. "You're bladdered." He practically spat.

"Thanks for the insight, Sherlock." I countered with a mocking salute, and went to turn away again but there was that hand.

"Jesus, Ronan! Can't I just enjoy a night out? Thought you'd be the first person to egg me on!" I found myself exclaiming, only growing annoyed by the unnecessary exchange, by his rough touch.

I saw his jaw tick, the muscles work beneath the grit of his teeth, and instinctively took a deep breath.

With an exaggerated sniff, Ronan cut his eyes at me again, and even in my drunken haze, I knew that I’d made a mistake somewhere.

"Look, I'm sorry." I tried to backpedal, pulse quickening, "I'm just a little tipsy. Didn't mean to go off on you like that."

"Save it." Ronan grunted out, his hand grabbing at my arm once again, this time it was a lot harsher, heavier. So much so that I couldn't hide my wince, nor the sharp inhale. "We're leavin'."

My tongue fell slack as I attempted to swallow the weighty feeling in my throat, sobering up quickly just as Ronan began to tug me through the hordes of bustling clubbers.

It had been a long while since I had first walked away from the redhead. A drunken one night stand which had progressed into a recurring bad habit during my last year at uni, when I'd still been struggling to wrap my head around everything. Fighting back and forth with the idea of being with somebody, of allowing them to see me completely. Of learning how to trust.

In truth, I’d been at my lowest, and the first few times Ronan and I had slept together, I wasn't so sure that I'd been able to walk, much less jump into bed with someone I considered a mate, when I woke up the next morning.

But I had brushed it aside, figuring that my inebriated mind had only gone after what my sober self had tried its best not to want.

I couldn't really recall the many people I'd got with during that odd period of time, I honestly hadn't wanted to remember much. But Ronan had been mixed in with a throng of others- bartenders, waiters, boys from my classes. And somewhere amongst them all, there had also been Teddy's dad. But the redhead had been a constant. Somewhat of a regular seeing as though I’d had a tiny crush on him way back when.

Then Teddy had obviously come along and I’d been forced to face the facts.

Ronan, as grand as he could often be, was jealous as the best of times, and sadistic at the worst. He didn't much like to share and the man tended to swing towards the belief that the people he had in and out of his bed were his to keep.

And I wasn't demented enough to think that I'd deserved the treatment, but no one else had noticed back then, no one else could have understood. Then with the arrival of Teddy, Ronan hadn't been much interested in the likes of me anymore. And although I'd been adamant that we’d remain friends, I really hadn't seen much of anyone after leaving uni. And I’d been more than content with that fact for a long while now.

In a panicked breath, I fought for my mind to catch up with the rest of me just as I tore my arm from Ronan’s overbearing grip, causing me to stumble backwards into a large group gathered around a tall table.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Came Ronan's heated voice, it was all that I could really focus on as I struggled to continue backwards, desperate to get away but not wanting to cause a scene. I whispered apologies under my breath without even thinking, tripping over my own feet in my haste.

"Mouse!"

The redhead was hot on my tail though, calling out to me again and again as he forced his way through the overlapping crowd that bustled between us.

I continued with my sorry’s, murmuring to the people around me as I started to shove and push.

But I had been so focused on the voice coming towards me that I’d all but jumped right out of my skin when I heard my name echo in my ear. A quick flash and hands were settling themselves on my shoulders to still me.

Impulsively, I jolted away, springing around to meet Alice's wide eyes.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Alice. Alice, where's-" I struggled to get enough oxygen into my lungs as I fumbled for words, any words. The blinding fear and panic I should've been feeling only moments ago convulsed through me now like a tornado ripping effortlessly through a city.

"Mouse!"

Was that Ronan again?

My head throbbed with the thought, desperate now.

"Please, Alice."

I could feel the shortness of my breaths as they came out in huffs, my startled eyes flickering every which way as I searched for a way out. An escape.

"Mouse, what's happened? Mouse?" And oh, did I wish that she'd stop saying my name. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to catch a sight of familiar red.

Alice was hesitant to get any closer now after how I'd so violently flinched, but even through the foggy panic I felt I could see her evident worry.

"Mouse! Alice!"

I watched as Alice's troubled gaze trailed somewhere over my left shoulder, to a space just behind me, and I couldn't help the aggressive way I started to shake my head. Hoping she’d somehow understand. I was overreacting sure, but trembling so hard it almost hurt. It should’ve hurt, I thought.

"Matty." Was the first word that spewed out of my mouth, and I started repeating it like a prayer as I felt the walls of the bar begin to close in. And so, a more than concerned Alice nodded hurriedly at me before she cautiously draped an arm around my waist and started to lead me away.

I was almost certain that Ronan was still calling out, but I couldn't quite hear his voice anymore over the pounding in my ears and so I tried to focus on where we were going. I thought Alice was talking, too. But her voice was so gentle that I struggled to read her lips.

People were flashing by and I noticed a familiar face pass us by then, but they looked far too alarmed and hurried on without a greeting smile, their arms stretched outwards to catch something behind us.

Alice stumbled on, only sparing a single glance backwards as she veered me out from the overwhelming crowd.

I could honestly think a little clearer now, eyes shuttered, flickering back and forth between everyone and everything. Though it all still felt too much.

"Just up here, okay, lovie?" Alice murmured, her presence soothing, safe.

I licked at my lower lip and dipped my head in acknowledgment. "Sorry." I replied breathlessly, voice faint.

Alice blinked at me owlishly and then frowned, before she then squeezed me closer to her side. "Had me worried there, babe, but you don't have to apologise. No need, alright?"

Before I could even think up a response, Alice was speaking again- only, not to me. I dragged my head back up upon hearing a familiar lilt and was bombarded with the sight of a staggered looking Matty. The bright smile he'd been wearing upon our arrival had been wiped away the second he’d gotten one good look at my face.

"What the hell happened to you?"

The question made me think and my forehead furrowed at the sound of the unknown voice. I peered around slightly to find another man seated right beside Matty, he was of a similar build and with hair just as dark. Matty, who had jumped up to meet Alice and I as we drew closer to the booth, reached out for me.

The expression he wore confused me to no end but I couldn't question it, not when Alice was already handing me over to him, albeit with a bit of hesitancy.

"Is she okay?" Matty asked her briskly, his eyes never once leaving mine. I’d never seen them go so wide.

"She honestly came out of nowhere, practically on the verge of a panic attack and looking as though she'd just seen a ghost." Alice explained wearily, whilst Matty ushered me into the nearest seat. His seat.

He jerked his head at the man sitting opposite as he slid in after me, "Go get us some water, will you!"

The man, put on the spot, looked both alarmed and perplexed at the sudden order, but nodded at Matty all the same before he ducked quickly out of the booth.

"Who-" But my inquiry was cut off.

"Danny, mate of mine. Ignore him." Matty answered, somehow already knowing my question, as a careful hand came up to cup my chin, it guided my face closer so that I could get a better look at him. As gentle as Matty was whilst handling me though, I could see the venomous anger in his eyes, the emotions that warred there. "Who was it?"

I blinked slowly but didn’t look away. "What d’you mean?"

He inhaled slowly, so calm it would’ve been intriguing any other time. "It's obvious that something happened, Squeaks. So who was it?"

Squeaks. Squeaks. Squeaks.

I focused on the way my name curled around Matty’s soft spoken tongue.

"Babe." Matty tried to regain my attention and I felt a soft hand tap my shoulder before it dropped itself. "I can't make you tell me what happened but I want to know who to avoid when I try to get you out of here. You hearin’ me?"

I gaped slightly before hurrying to shake my head in return.

"No, no, it's fine, Matty. Honestly. I didn't, I didn’t mean to scare everyone. I'll be fine. I’m okay."

He levelled me with a look, and for some reason it made me feel as though we were the only two people in the room.

"Please don't lie to me. Not right now."

Was what Matty came out with, his voice so steady that I truly did wonder whether he'd actually had a drop of alcohol tonight.

"I was raised by liars, can't stand lies." He added and I swallowed thickly.

Matty just sighed.

"Look, I can probably get us out the back door, alright? I'll get Danny to deal with anyone else." He told me, but only continued to ramble on as he pulled his mobile out from his front pocket, and then he was rambling down the phone to somebody else.

I watched him all the while, still a little dazed from the blinding panic I’d just felt and the idea of Ronan still not being too far. My eyes wouldn’t leave Matty though, even with those thoughts, even though my body craved to search him out, to see if he was near. Head screaming with the intensity of it.

Matty gave me a tiny smile when he hung up and his hand came to rest over my forearm, a vast contradiction to the harsh grip I’d felt there earlier.

"I've got a car waiting outside, you okay with me dropping you home?"

My mum had always claimed I’d been far too proud, hated having other people take care of me, hated them doing the things I could easily do myself. But at that moment all I wanted was my bed. Was to be home.

And so, taking a big leap, I jerked my head in a quick nod, if anyone could even call it that, and it felt like Matty understood just how much power I was giving up then when the man slid out of the booth and offered up a hand.

Still, I took it.

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ripplestitchskein · 6 months

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Some of you assholes are about to make me do an entire essay on writing structure, serialized fiction and like, fucking, the basic iterative creative process as it relates to HB.

Broad strokes though:

Pilot. 👏 Episodes 👏 Are 👏 Just 👏 Concepts 👏

Concepts are the INITIAL stage of the creative process. You may start with a character looking and behaving a certain way but by the time you get a final product they are completely fucking different. Or a story starts out in one direction in your early drafts but once you’ve really sat down and fleshed it out you realize you need to change it completely. This is why we have sketches, why we do drafts, why we do concept art. Every creative endeavor involves these steps. It’s rough -> refine -> refine -> refine -> finished product (or as finished as you can get with time/money/resource constraints).

That’s how every creative endeavor goes plus or minus some refinement steps. Things like money, time, and the number of people working on a project and tools available can change this math a bit but it’s ALWAYS the same basic principle. You start with a concept, you refine it over and over until it’s as close to done as you can make it. This can take a few days, this can take a few decades, but it still happens every time. Whether you SEE it or not.

Most of the time you don’t see the pilots of television shows. In major corporate productions all the behind the scenes growing pains happen before you lay your eyes on it. Examples we do have of true pilots often differ vastly from the end product and are usually released as special bonus material. Sometimes a show will call an episode the Pilot but there were versions of that pilot that got left on the cutting room floor. Before that there were character sketches, draft scripts, set designs, story breaking sessions etc that no one but the main creators see.

Independent productions, however, like Helluva Boss, like indie games, like web comics often don’t have the resources to go through that process without some transparency, they need to generate interest and capital. So they release concept art, pilots, Alpha versions and other pre-production materials to the public to get people to buy in and help them fund the project. That’s how they get it made.

The problem is some of you can’t seem to see past that rough draft.

Helluva Boss gave audiences the basic idea of the show with the Pilot. After they had secured interest and resources they could actually afford to flesh it out. And guess what? Like all creative cycles, shit changed. Characters changed. Designs changed. Stories changed. Then they released the first episodes, the final product, and those episodes said “Hey, this is what we landed on in terms of direction and this is the story we decided to tell. Here are the setups for what you’ll see going forward. Those set ups are:

“IMP is a business is hell specializing in the assasination of humans at the request of people already in Hell. There are four employees, Millie, Moxxie, Loona and the boss Blitzø. They accomplish this through the use of a grimoire that the title character (the boss) Blitzø is in possession of. He got this book from another character Stolas, they make a consensual sexual deal for use of the book. We have some indications of personality and characterization, financial struggles, but we’ll find out more in subsequent episodes.”

That’s episode 1. The first goddamn episode for the series.

Episode 2 is “Here is what we’ll actually be exploring through the course of this show beyond the broad premise you saw in episode 1: Blitzo’s relationship with Stolas. Stolas’s relationship with his family specifically his daughter and his failing marriage. Blitzo’s relationship with Millie and Moxxie. Blitzo’s relationship with his daughter. Blitzo’s issue with the Fizzarolli bot. Moxxie and Millie’s relationship dynamic.” All these things are setup and that is what the show is about. It’s what the show remains about, it’s what we’ve slowly been revealing and exploring.

So this whole “the show BECAME about Stolitz and Stolas is all sad owl now” is only an argument if all you saw and internalized was the rough draft. Because the actual FIRST. TWO. EPISODES. OF. THE. FINAL. PRODUCT. Very Explicitly layout what the show is going to be about and THATS WHAT ITS ABOUT. Blitzo’s relationships, including and very importantly his relationship with Stolas, Stolas’s relationships, and very importantly his relationship with Blitzø. Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Octavia and Stella are part of that. IMP is part of that but the central core of the show, as setup in the first two episodes are IMP, Blitzø, Stolas and the relationships that spiral off from those core things. And they have not changed, they have been expanded upon and revealed because….its a story, and that’s what happens in stories.

#helluva boss #Stolitz #stolas x blitz #vivziepop #this was mostly prompted by twitter #but I’ve seen it here too and I’m too wordy for elons fail son project #my autocorrect is too much of a pain in the ass for the possessive of Blitzo #so assume I mean Blitzø everywhere

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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{6} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 7,790

Warnings: Violence, some slut shaming (again, not done by any of the guys). This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Happy Halloween!!!! Like I said, this part is a little bit shorter than the rest, but I feel like it set up what I have planned for the next chapter nicely. I really hope you all enjoy this part as I had a lot of fun writing it, and I think a lot of you will like what happens in it hehehe anyways, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Enjoy~

Main Story - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Mini Masterlist

“Do we really have to go?” Wooyoung whines, a pout tugging at his lips.

“Believe me, I want to go about as much as you do right now,” Yunho exhales a long breath through his nose.

“Shouldn’t one of us stay back at least?” San voices, brow quirked ever so slightly as he looks around at his brothers. Of course, he’s hoping that he’ll be able to be the one to keep you company once more as his brothers deal with whatever they have to at this council meeting.

“For the last time: it’s unavoidable.” Hongjoong sighs. “We should just focus on why the council has been summoned for now.”

“Yeah, and how quickly we can get back here.” Jongho mumbles, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Well, from past events we know it’ll take at least an hour and a half,” Seonghwa grimaces, adjusting the collar of his jacket.

“The sooner we can get this over with, the sooner we can get back here.” Mingi says, placing his hat onto his head. He doesn’t like this anymore than his brothers do, and if they could stay home with you, they would.

“Agreed.” Yeosang huffs, smoothing out the front of his coat.

Currently, all eight of them stand in the middle of the foyer, putting the last final touches on their outfits for the evening. Since the council hasn’t been summoned in quite some time, they have to wear their ‘official’ all black looks, complete with their hats. Each of their clothes may vary in style, but collectively, they all complement one another, truly looking like the leaders of the realm that they are always meant to be.

A moment of silence passes by.

“I should probably go tell her that we’re leaving.” Jongho says, already taking a step towards your room where you’ve been cooped up all day leading up to this evening.

A hand on his shoulder prevents him from moving more than one step forwards.

“I’ll go tell her,” Mingi practically shoves Jongho behind him as he goes to step passed him.

“Like hell you are,” Yeosang glares at the taller male as he moves to step in front of him to block his path.

“If anyone is telling her we’re leaving, it’ll be me.” Seonghwa nearly rolls his eyes as he moves to shove the younger two out of his way to begin walking towards the hallway that will lead to your room.

Only, Hongjoong’s hand flying out in front of him suddenly halts him in his tracks.

“Will you all calm down.” His eyes narrow. “Listen.”

Sure enough, when they focus back on their surroundings they can hear the familiar sound of your footsteps drawing near. You seem to be walking at a leisurely pace, only causing them each to hold their breaths as you approach them.

“Oh my-” as soon as you round the corner to see them all standing there, you freeze in your tracks. Your breath immediately catches, words dying in your throat as you blink a few times at them almost in shock. Then, you snort out a mild laugh as you grip the book you have held in your arms more firmly. “You guys are really doing wonders to fight against those cult allegations.”

Wooyoung snorts out a laugh with you, grins tugging onto Mingi’s, San’s, and Yunho’s faces while the others straighten slightly in their spots. Each begins to feel that telltale sense of pride within their chests at the way you’re continuously looking at them.

You can’t help it, the way your eyes trail over each one of them individually. You’ve never seen them dressed up like this before, not even for that one dinner you had with all of them all those weeks ago. In fact, their outfits remind you of a certain fictional character whom you haven’t thought about in quite some time. One who is very dear to you. Still, you cannot deny that they all look good.

At the feeling of your gaze roaming over the expanse of their bodies, each male has to suppress the pleased growl that wants to escape their throats. Their minds are battling with one another currently, arguing amongst themselves about who held your gaze the longest, and who you looked the most enraptured by while taking them all in.

San is convinced it’s him, while Seonghwa strongly disagrees. Wooyoung obviously knows it’s him, yet Jongho would beg to differ. Yunho had straightened considerably, smoothing out the front of his jacket as your eyes trailed over him the longest (at least in his mind), while Mingi would swear it was him who held your gaze over the others. Yeosang, on the outside, still looks calm and collected, while internally he’s battling it out with Hongjoong over who caused your lips to twitch upwards even if just the slightest.

You clear your throat, breaking them out of whatever trance they seem to be in.

“So,” you shift slightly on your feet, holding your book more firmly as you pass it between your hands, “you guys are leaving soon?”

At least one thing they can all agree on: they hate how you sound so hopeful. Why do you have to look so excited to be left alone, and to be away from them for any period of time, quirked brow and all? Can’t you at least be a little upset?

Hongjoong nods, naturally pushing his jacket back as he shoves his hands into his pockets. At the way he feels you trail your eyes over his figure as he does so, he has to suppress his own from shifting black in content. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay by yourself for that long?”

One final hand extended to you to get them to stay. Really, you need only say the word and they would blow off the entire council for you. Besides, you are all that truly matters to them at the moment.

You meet his gaze, the corner of your lips tugging upwards, “more than okay.”

Again, why do you have to sound so happy about it? Wooyoung, San, and Mingi all pout, and even Jongho’s lips tug downwards in a frown. Yeosang and Seonghwa cross their arms, while Yunho and Hongjoong just sigh.

“What are you going to do?” Wooyoung voices the thought on all of their minds, genuine curiosity held in his tone.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, demon boy?” You quirk a brow, a devious smirk tugging at your lips.

At this, they all turn to look at Wooyoung. This is the first time you’ve referred to one of them, almost affectionately, by any type of specific nickname around the others, and to say the others are jealous would be a severe understatement. Wooyoung, on the other hand, is absolutely revelling in the fact that you called him demon boy once more, his lips quirking upwards smugly in the corners. It’s like your own little secret.

“I think we’d all like to know,” Jongho mumbles, his pout becoming more prominent on his features.

Of course you’d just have to be thinking about that damn void right now. It’s not like they desperately want to know what you’re actually thinking about, or what you actually think about them, especially in these outfits. You seemed impressed, but with you, they can never be so sure. Besides, it would mean more to them hearing it from your own mouth, or rather, thoughts in this case.

Luckily, or rather, unluckily for them, your next words seem to answer their original question.

“Well, if you must know,” you huff, rolling your eyes somewhat. “I was going to read, but now I think I have a hot date with an old friend of mine.”

“A date?” Seonghwa can barely suppress the growl on his lips, echoed lowly by both San and Mingi. Even Wooyoung’s mood immediately plummets, the high from the nickname you called him mere seconds before crashing into the ground.

“Yeah,” you grin, somewhat amusedly.

“Who?” Before you can continue, San’s voice, low and ominous, rings out through the foyer, his eyes swirling with that all too familiar blackness. “How?”

“You really think I can go anywhere, let alone meet up with someone else right now?” Your eyes widen in mild amusement as a huff escapes your lips. “No, it’s just that your outfits reminded me of a certain favourite fictional reaper of mine.” You shrug. “Just made me realize I haven’t watched Goblin in a while.”

“Reaper?” This time, Hongjoong doesn’t suppress when his eyes flash black.

“Relax,” you roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest as your book is held firm in your one hand, tucked against your torso. “Didn’t pin you guys for getting jealous over a fictional character.” You hum, mildly amused, “then again…"

“We’re not jealous.” Yeosang grumbles, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

“Denial.” You snort out a laugh. Then, more to yourself, you mutter, “hate to imagine what you’d be like if you ever found out about my favourite character from Jujutsu Kaisen.”

Immediately, Mingi’s nose is scrunching in disgust. “Please tell me you don’t like that stupid, blindfold wearing asshole.”

“Fuck, no,” you snort, mildly amused that he knows exactly what you’re talking about for the moment. “He’s way too arrogant for me.” Then, you tilt your head side to side as if contemplating something, humming all the while, “then again, he’s probably worse.”

“Who?” San’s voice is low, a slight growl to his inquiry.

You sigh, almost dreamily, a wistful smile on your face, “Sukuna.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Wooyoung swears, clearly exasperated.

“Really, I’m surprised you even had to ask considering one of the three plushies I brought back with me was him printed on a small pillow.” You shrug, stating the obvious as your arms drop back to your sides.

“It must have slipped our minds.” Seonghwa hisses out through clenched teeth.

“Well, clearly we’re getting rid of that when we get back.” Yunho states, shooting you a pointed look.

“Excuse you,” your eyebrows raise considerably in disbelief, “Sukuna is a guest.”

“Not in this household.” San retorts, and you notice how a majority of them cross their arms in front of their chests.

“Not to you,” you match his sass, meeting his gaze with a pointed look of your own. “Just because you don’t like him, doesn’t mean I don’t like him.”

“That’s the issue,” Jongho grumbles.

“The fact that I enjoy a fictional character?” Your eyebrow quirks once more in disbelief. “He’s not even real. He’s literally lines on a page.” You voice, incredulously, tone slightly more high pitched than usual. “Would you rather me going back to thinking about the idols I enjoy?”

“No!” Immediately, Mingi, San, and Wooyoung all respond, taking a small step towards you as the others scowl right along with them.

Then again, they’d never know if that is exactly what you do considering your void is still up. A fact which only makes growls build in their chests once more. There’s always an option to attack your mental void all at once, but they would rather not put you through that type of mental strain. They care about you too much. Plus, they promised they would never hurt you.

“Too late,” a devious smirk stretches across your features as you begin to chuckle, your free hand coming up to cover your mouth in the next second.

However, what you fail to notice is the way Yunho’s jaw twitches. Even more so than the other seven around him who all seem to be clenching theirs in response.

“You’re really testing our patience, Love,” Hongjoong is tense, his fists clenched at his sides as he meets your gaze.

“Oh, am I?” You smile innocently, dropping your one hand back to your side. Then, just as innocently, you say, “aren’t you going to be late?”

That seems to pull them back to reality and the task at hand, scowls on all of their faces.

“This isn’t over.” Seonghwa states, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Isn’t it?” You grin, a teasing quirk to your brow as you chuckle. “It’s so easy to rile you guys up.”

“Then why do you test us so?” Mingi asks, whole body tense as he locks gazes with you.

“Why?” You hum, briefly glancing at all of them once more. “I wouldn’t tease you if I didn’t feel comfortable around you.”

Immediately, they all go silent, your words settling over them as pure and utter surprise courses through their veins. Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Yunho all blink in shock, lips parting ever so slightly. San, Wooyoung, and Jongho all cannot suppress the pleased growls that escape them. Even Yeosang and Mingi have the gall to look somewhat smug for the moment before a bright smile is stretching across Mingi’s lips.

“Anyways…” you clear your throat, your admission finally sinking in for your own self as well. Then, seemingly against your better judgment, you continue, “good luck with the council, or whatever.” You turn around so they cannot see the way you avert your gaze so bashfully as the next words fall from your mouth, nothing but a mere whisper on your lips. “You, uh, all look really handsome.”

The sound of your first footstep is synonymous with the resounding growls of content that echo around the room as you begin to walk back towards the hallway that you’ve just come from. You can feel each of their gazes on your form, and you’re willing to bet that their eyes have flashed black as well. Only, there seems to be one gaze that is piercing your figure much more intensely than the rest.

“Captain.” Jongho attempts to grab Hongjoong’s attention, his brow furrowing as he gets no response from the elder. “Captain?”

Your brow quirks slightly as you turn to shoot them one last look from over your shoulder just as you reach the open archway of the hall. Lips quirking at the corners, you lock gazes with Hongjoong who seems to be the only one still staring at you so intently for the moment. You raise your free hand, wiggling your fingers in a final wave before disappearing around the corner.

“Captain?” It’s only when Seonghwa places a hand onto Hongjoong’s shoulder does the younger of the two finally snap out of his daze.

“Right.” He exhales a long breath through his nose. “Let’s go.”

Without another word, all eight of them are transporting themselves deep within the reaches of their domain near where the council will be taking place. None can deny the way their chests swirl with pride as your last admission lingers in the air between them, each standing a little taller as they land in their own throne room.

“That went better than expected.” Yunho is the first to break the silence between all of them. “Sort of.”

“I still would prefer her not teasing us like that.” San grumbles, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Believe me, I think we’d all prefer her not doing that.” Yeosang sits on the steps leading up to their thrones, leaning forwards to rest his elbows on his knees. The rest of the council will just have to wait for now. After all, it will only start once they arrive.

“But hey,” Jongho chimes in, a lightness to his voice, “at least we know she’s starting to trust us. Especially with everything she’s implied and said tonight.”

“But Sukuna of all characters?” Mingi grumbles, taking a seat beside Yeosang on the steps as he rubs over his face with his hands.

“Isn’t he just essentially us, but fictional?” Hongjoong turns to look at Mingi for confirmation.

“He’s less powerful, though,” Wooyoung adds as Mingi nods, “and less attractive.”

“He’s still known as the ‘King of Curses’,” San mumbles.

“Yeah, and we’re the fucking Kings of the Realm,” Seonghwa spits, arms crossed in front of his chest as his eyes flash. “If she can like him, then she can like us.”

“We are the real thing, after all,” Yunho hums. “Minus the tattoos and extra limbs.”

Yeosang’s eyes narrow at the male standing before him, “how do you know what he looks like? You haven’t even seen a single episode of the anime, or read one page of the manga.”

Yunho quirks a brow, his lips twitching upwards expectantly at his brothers.

Seonghwa inhales sharply as realization crosses his features, “you’ve been able to get passed her void.”

Yunho smirks, noticing how he seems to have their full attention on him now.

“How?” Wooyoung takes a step forwards, eagerness on his features along with Jongho, San, Mingi, and Seonghwa. “When?”

“I can’t do it all of the time, but since the crowning when she opened her mind up to me again briefly, I was able to latch on to that opening and worm my way in.” Yunho explains, noticing how some of them tense at the recollection of that moment in verbiage only.

“You always were the best out of all of us when it came to that sort of stuff, anyways,” Hongjoong nods, impressed, despite that familiar jealous pit burning beneath the surface of his skin right now.

“We all have our own skills that we play to our advantage,” Yunho’s eyes flash as he meets Hongjoong’s gaze. “I simply acted when the opportunity presented itself.”

“What else was she thinking?” Jongho’s gaze is a little too eager as he looks at Yunho.

“I don’t think you want to know.” Yunho shakes his head.

“I think we do.” Seonghwa quirks a brow, noticing how both Yeosang and Wooyoung seem to be on the exact same page as him, even if Yeosang is trying to hide how eager he is at the moment.

“Well,” Yunho sighs, smoothing his hands down the front of his jacket, “I caught glimpses of another idol she apparently likes, only this time she was picturing him as Sukuna.”

“Who?” Both San and Hongjoong snarl at the same time, Mingi and Wooyoung growling right along with them.

“I didn’t recognize him right away, but I could have sworn his name started with a ‘Jae’,” Yunho frowns, attempting to recall the memory in more detail.

“Like, the letter, or…?” Wooyoung quirks a brow.

“No, the first part of his name was ‘Jae’,” Yunho replies.

Immediately, both Jongho and Yeosang tense as the mental image of what you had been thinking about, or rather, whom, flashes in all of their minds, curtesy of Yunho.

“Jaehyun.” Yeosang spits out the name like it’s venom on his tongue, eyes flashing black beneath the rim of his hat.

“I thought she said he broke her heart without cause or care?” Jongho growls, immediately echoed by the seven demons surrounding him.

“Maybe it’s not the same one,” Wooyoung suggests, fingers twitching as his soul calls for blood to be shed right alongside Hongjoong’s very own.

“Oh, I believe it is.” Yeosang scowls.

“How could an idol break her heart?” Mingi frowns slightly, attempting to wrap his head around this situation. “Why would she still think of him, then?”

“Maybe she wasn’t being serious when she told you?” San suggests, holding onto that final hope before his own sanity snaps for the evening. He’s already ticked off about the council gathering enough, the last thing he needs is to not be able to make a rational decision when they need him to.

“Maybe.” Jongho grumbles, taking a seat on the stairs beside Mingi in the next moment.

“This doesn’t change the fact that she’s still thinking about other people.” Hongjoong states, voice firm as his fingers dig into the skin of his crossed arms. “Other men, no less.”

“I don’t know what else we can do apart from brainwashing her to make her like us faster,” Seonghwa mumbles, shaking his head in the next second as several pairs of eyes turn to glare at him.

“We’ve already agreed that that would be something we would never do.” Hongjoong’s voice is low, threatening. “Especially not to her.”

“I know,” Seonghwa exhales an exasperated breath. “It’s just difficult-“

“You think we don’t know that?” Yeosang shouts, standing back onto his feet instantly, eyes flashing once more. “It’s difficult for all of us, Seonghwa, not just you.”

“Maybe if you shared with us what you talked about last week, we’d all be a little bit more understanding,” Wooyoung grumbles, frown prominent on his features as he looks towards the eldest.

“That is not my memory to share, brother.” Seonghwa narrows his eyes back at the younger, noticing how they all seem to back off for the moment in understanding.

Then, a moment later, both Yunho and Jongho are letting out two very exasperated sighs of their own.

“Can we not focus on how she just complimented us before we left?” Yunho’s voice rumbles out, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck.

“Or even how she reacted when she first saw us tonight?” Jongho takes off his hat, running his fingers through his hair in the next moment.

“How long has it been since she’s looked at all of us with something other than caution, or malcontent in her eyes?” Hongjoong asks the question on all of their minds.

A moment of silence passes over them as they let his words sink in.

“Too long.” Yeosang’s voice nearly catches in his throat, overcome by the conflicting emotions swirling within himself at the events that have just taken place mere minutes before.

“We’ve all been making considerable progress with her just in this past month alone,” Mingi breathes. “Just imagine where we’ll be in another few weeks.”

“Believe me, I always do.” Yunho sighs.

“Maybe we should wear these more often.” Jongho jokes, motioning over the front of his outfit with the hand that’s still holding onto his hat as he stands.

“If it means her calling me handsome again, I’ll wear anything she wants.” San voices, a soft smile painting his features as he blinks a few times dreamily, recalling how your eyes roamed over his figure barely ten minutes earlier.

“Her comment was directed at me.” Wooyoung states, matter of factly, as his eyes narrow at San.

“In your fucking dreams, demon boy.” Seonghwa huffs, rolling his eyes as Wooyoung snarls at him in response.

“Every damn night, handsy,” Wooyoung retorts, taking a threatening step towards the eldest as his eyes flash black.

“Knock it off,” Hongjoong snaps, frown prominent on his features as he looks to each one of them. “All of you.”

Yunho sighs, “let’s just get through this stupid council meeting, and get back to our girl, yeah?”

Murmurs of agreement course throughout the room from all of them as Mingi stands back onto his feet. Begrudgingly, they all walk towards the main doors of the throne room in order to enter the grand hall where this council will be taking place. Everyone else should be there already, simply waiting for them to arrive. Besides, the sooner they can get this over with, the better. At least they can all agree on that.

They’re just lucky that the throne room is sound proof. Besides, no one would dare to eavesdrop on their Kings.

In an instant, the doors to the throne room are swinging open on silent hinges, the murmurs within the grand room coming to a halt as the eight kings make their appearance. Immediately, all those who have been summoned bow, taking a knee as the leaders appear before them. Only when Hongjoong flicks his wrist in an upwards motion do the other demons in the room stand back to their feet.

“Is there a reason you summoned us here tonight?” Hongjoong’s eyes narrow at the demons all standing around the room.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” one of the demons standing off to his right, Jax, begins.

“Then what is it?” Seonghwa’s scowl is prominent, annoyed that they couldn’t be told what this council was about in the letter they received summoning them here tonight.

“There have been issues recently between the major clans.” Jax responds.

“Issues?” Wooyoung quirks a brow.

“And you couldn’t figure it out yourselves?” Jongho huffs, unamused.

“There have been many attempts to settle the land disputes and power imbalances, but nothing has come to fruition.” Miyeon crosses her arms in front of her chest, clearly as annoyed as they are right now, if not more. “Not that you would care.”

In a flash, Hongjoong has her by the throat, her feet dangling in the air as she struggles in his grip. His eyes are pitch black and violent, snarl on his features as he blocks her airway.

Just like old times, huh, boys? Her voice resounding through all of their heads has disgust pulling onto their features.

“Watch your tone.” Hongjoong growls, tightening his grip on her neck.

Out of all of them, Hongjoong is the one who tolerates any sort of disrespect towards any of them the least. All of them know not to get in his way when he gets like this, but that doesn’t mean they won’t step in from time to time.

“We apologize for her stepping out of line,” Miyeon’s older sister, Mina steps forward, bowing lowly along with the rest of their clan who has decided to show up to this council tonight. “Please, hear us out.”

“Fine.” Carelessly, Hongjoong tosses Miyeon onto the floor at her clan’s feet. “Hurry up, we don’t have all night.”

No sentiment for old lovers? Miyeon heaves a breath as air returns to her lungs, looking up to meet Hongjoong’s gaze. You really have gone cold.

Watch your mind before we break it. Yunho harshly replies, eight sets of eyes glaring at the demon still on the ground at their feet.

The resentment is clear in her gaze as she looks back up at them, but also a hint of hurt lingers there. Wiping her cheek with the back of her hand, she stands back to her feet, too proud to apologize, even to them.

Fixating his gaze on Mina, Hongjoong motions for her to continue.

“The factions you previously divided up are beginning to attack one another for territory in the deeper parts of the realm. Many of the lower ranks are seeking power in any and every way they can, starting with the attempted annihilation of the better known clans.” Mina explains.

“How long has this been going on?” Mingi steps forward slightly.

“Two months.” Jax states.

“Two months?” San is this close to losing his temper, and he’s barely been in the room for more than five minutes. “No one thought to contact us earlier?”

“You seemed preoccupied.” Miyeon spits, arms crossed over her chest.

“It’s been over twenty years, Miyeon,” her father, Otis, whispers quite harshly to her as he steps forward to place a hand onto her shoulder. “Let it go.”

Instantly, she shrugs his hand off, standing a little straighter. Her eyes begin to blaze with an untamed fire only five of them have ever truly seen before.

Yeosang sighs, turning to meet Mina’s gaze, “what do you want us to do about it?”

“Killing them all would be nice, considering you usually don’t have any issues with that.” Miyeon huffs out a response instead, a roll to her eyes.

“Would you like to be the starting example?” Seonghwa tilts his head mockingly, eyes wide and wild as he stares her down.

At this, she stiffens, lowering her gaze from the intensity of his own.

Mina shoots her sister a look out of the corner of her eyes. “We would like your permission to protect ourselves without consequence against those that oppose us in our own domain.”

The eight of them all share a brief glance between one another before Hongjoong lets out a long sigh. “Do what you have to do.”

Many of the demons begin to grin around the room. Awful, malicious smirks that paint their features in shadows.

“However,” Yunho adds, drawing all of their attention back to the eight of them at the head of the room, “we will try any that you capture and bring before us if that is what you so wish. We have to make examples out of them somehow.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” choruses around the room.

“Is that all?” San quirks a brow, slightly hopeful that they can cut this council summoning short.

“No, Your Majesty,” Jax replies, suddenly cautious at the way he sees San’s expression fall back into an annoyed scowl. “There are quite a few other things as well.”

It takes them a full hour and a half to deal with each small individual complaint some of the other clans have, each one grating on their last nerve. Some of them are ridiculous, petty arguments that could be settled without their help, but unfortunately it seems some of their subjects cannot think for themselves. Others are there clearly to attempt to impress them, a fact which only makes them dislike them even more. Though, a few of them they can all agree upon that, yes, they did have to attend to that particular matter.

Still, all cannot wait to get back home to you.

Finally, after what feels like forever, they reach the end of the concerns from the surrounding demons. Some of them linger after the council concludes, talking amongst themselves or wanting to chat with their leaders about little things here and there. Of course, they have to keep appearances, so before they know it, Mingi, San, Wooyoung, and Yunho are all being dragged off by different clans to catch them up on whatever endeavours have transpired since the last time they talked to them.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa circle the room, making sure they’ve gotten all the information they can out of the demons who have requested something from them. Of course, their biggest concern is the potential threat to them. Any threat against them is a threat against you, and the last thing they want is for you to be caught in the crossfire in any way, shape, or form.

Jongho and Yeosang both stand off to the side for now, conversing amongst themselves until Jongho is being called over by the two eldest to help settle a small dispute between one of the major clans he rules over that has just seemingly arisen.

Letting out a sigh, Yeosang crosses his arms. A furrow creases his brow as he begins to think about what you may or may not be currently doing back at home. Oh, so badly does he just want to leave. To go ahead of his brothers and see you once more this evening.

Perhaps it’s too much of a wishful thought on his part, but Yeosang cannot help but to imagine sneaking away while his brothers wrap up here in order to spend some quality time with you before they get back. He could watch an episode of Goblin with you, if that’s what you were doing. Really, it doesn’t matter to him, just as long as he gets to spend time with you. It’s not like he wants to check out this reaper you claim to like, or anything.

“Who is she?” Miyeon’s stern voice from behind him manages to pull him out of his own thoughts, turning around to face her in an instant.

“Excuse me?” Yeosang quirks a brow, slightly amused by her audacity.

“The new whore you all seem to be obsessed with.” She spits, and instantly, Yeosang has her pinned to the wall, cracks appearing from how harshly he’s slammed her into it.

“Watch your fucking mouth.” His eyes are black, a snarl on his lips.

“I knew it,” she huffs out a breath, shaking her head as Mingi is the first to appear beside Yeosang, followed shortly by San and Wooyoung a little ways away.

Carefully, Mingi places a hand on his brother’s shoulder, his own anger from overhearing Miyeon’s words hardly being restrained as he attempts to pull Yeosang off of her.

You’re just giving her what she wants. Mingi’s voice resounds in Yeosang’s head.

I don’t care. Yeosang growls out threateningly as he feels Miyeon begin to struggle beneath his hold, only causing him to harshly push her further into the wall. If she thinks she can say these things about My Dearest, then she has another thing coming.

Most of the other demons around the room vanish in an instant, not wanting to incur the wrath that they are sure is about to be brought down upon Miyeon. However, those few that remain, mainly from her own clan, can only watch on in shock, frozen in fear, and much too terrified to interfere.

“Is the sex that good that you would rather bed a human than me?” Her question is directed at all of them, but really only four in particular. At the way she sees Hongjoong appear beside Yeosang, one of his signature blades clutched dangerously in his hand, she knows she’s struck something.

“I never bedded you,” Yeosang spits, venom laced in every word. “Nor have I ever wanted to.”

Mingi manages to pull Yeosang off of her finally, taking a few steps back as Seonghwa comes to stand beside Hongjoong, his own hand placed on the younger’s shoulder.

“Miyeon, I think we’ve overstayed our welcome-“

“This is bullshit!” She shouts, cutting off her sister instantly. “Since when do Kings submit to dirt?”

The knife is embedded within her left shoulder before anyone can react, Hongjoong’s chest heaving with every breath he takes. Black eyes full of malice meet Miyeon’s own, and she finds no sympathy in any of the other’s gazes, not even those she was closest to.

Clutching the handle of the dagger, Miyeon rips it out of her shoulder, blood trickling out of her wound.

“There was a time when you would have done anything for me.” She voices, somewhat disappointedly. “Now, it’s all for some pathetic human? What a joke.”

“Miyeon.” Her father warns.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Hongjoong tilts his head, nothing but a sinister grin pulling at his lips as he looks at her with mock sympathy. “I never cared for you in the first place.”

Miyeon screams in rage, throwing the dagger directly at Hongjoong who catches it with ease, tutting all the while as he shakes his head.

Instantly, his eyes flash, and the blade is protruding from her opposite shoulder.

Almost pleadingly, she turns to look at San, then Wooyoung, and then Mingi, until she spares a glance at the other four, “are you really going to let him treat me like this? Did I mean nothing to you?”

“Twenty years ago I might have felt a little bad about this,” Wooyoung shrugs, leaning against one of the pillars at the side of the room. Already, he’s barely holding onto his fury, about two seconds away from skinning Miyeon alive for what she’s already said about you.

“You mean nothing to us.” Mingi states, looking down upon her with a blank gaze.

“You are nothing.” San’s eyes swirl with that all too familiar blackness, arms crossed as he attempts to keep his whole body from shaking in rage.

Miyeon’s expression drops only momentarily before a vicious scowl tugs at her features.

“You’ll grow tired of that whore soon enough.” She spits, clutching at the dagger embedded in her opposite shoulder, the blade too deep this time to simply rip out. “From the looks of things, she’s playing hard to get. Must be agony not being able to wet your dicks when you want to.”

Immediately, Seonghwa has her by the throat against the wall, more cracks appearing as he slams her back into the same spot Yeosang had just been holding her against. His eyes flash black as he growls threateningly, teeth bared in a snarl. “One more word form you and I’ll snap your fucking neck.”

“Seonghwa.” It’s Jongho that manages to pull the eldest off of her this time, practically holding him back as the youngest puts a leash on his own anger.

Then, her father is taking a cautious step forward, looking sternly towards his daughter, yet too scared to properly intervene. “Miyeon, that’s enough.”

“Get her out of our sights.” Hongjoong spits, beginning to turn his back to her, not wanting to deal with this situation any longer.

Surprisingly, Yunho has been quiet this whole time, but all of them know that there is a storm raging behind those dark eyes of his as he stands the furthest away from the scene out of the eight of them.

However, before either her father or her sister can reach her, Miyeon manages to get out some final words. Unfortunately for her, they are her very own death sentence.

“That’s right, run back to the little human slut,” she huffs out a laugh. “What was her name, anyways? Oh, right,” a malicious grin stretches across her lips as she watches Hongjoong freeze with his back turned to her as she says your name with nothing but pure venom on her tongue. “I wonder what you’ll all do when she’s dead.”

Before anyone else has a chance to react, Hongjoong has Miyeon by the jaw against the wall. A resounding crack echoes throughout the room, but this time, it’s not from the wall.

“Get My Love’s sacred name out of your filthy mouth.” Hongjoong leans in to whisper lowly in Miyeon’s ear as tears begin to line her eyes, his own as black as night and calling for blood. “If I ever hear you say her name again, I will carve your tongue out of your mouth after I make you taste the contents of your innards from ripping them out of you in the most painful ways I know how.”

Her breath catches, the first of her tears falling from her eyes as his words sink in. He never called her that before. He never threatened anyone who threatened her, so why you? What makes you so special?

Miyeon’s jaw throbs, the broken bone cracked in multiple places as Hongjoong squeezes his hand harder against her.

“What’s the matter, Mimi?” He hums in mock concern, practically hissing her old nickname they gave her back at her, making her whimper as his eyes hold that crazed look in them that she knows all too well. “Cat got your tongue?”

She looks around once more, noticing the other seven look at her just as darkly, eyes calling for her blood to be spilt - for her soul to be torn apart until there’s nothing left but a wisp of a memory in her family’s minds.

White hot fury courses through her veins as she continues being held against the cracked wall by Hongjoong. A jealous fire worse than Hongjoong’s own burns within her, absolutely despising your very existence. Tears fall freely down her face as she blinks, her mind running wild with plans to absolutely destroy you for taking them away from her.

Only, they were never hers to begin with.

At one particular thought, Yunho’s eyes flash and a scream is tearing from Miyeon’s throat as she slumps in Hongjoong’s grip. He releases his hold on her, letting her fall limply to the floor as he steps away from her in disgust.

Of course she would pass out. Yunho only made her feel like thousands of tiny needles were stabbing her mind. Not quite enough to break her, but enough to serve as a warning if she ever were to act on those thoughts and come after you.

Wiping his hands on the front of his coat, Hongjoong turns to face Otis, a look of severe discontent shining in his pure black eyes.

“If we ever see her here again, we will not be so kind.” Hongjoong snaps, the others falling in line beside him as their own eyes flash black. “Now, get out of our sights.”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, all of the demons, save for Mina and Otis leave the room. It only takes two seconds for them to grab Miyeon’s body, and to be transporting themselves away from the grand hall, but neither father nor sister will forget the burning gazes of all eight of their leaders boring holes into them as they did so.

Once the room clears, San turns and punches a hole right through the wall beside him, the entire building shaking from the intensity of his fist. “Fuck.”

“You really know how to pick ‘em.” Wooyoung rounds on San instantly.

“Don’t you dare pin this on me, you wanted her as much as I did twenty years ago, too.” San snaps back at the younger male.

“She only used us to try and get to Yeosang, anyways.” Mingi sighs, taking off his hat as he crouches to the ground. “He was the only one she truly wanted.”

“Yeah, until Yunho started training her mentally,” Jongho rolls his eyes, arms crossed in front of his chest. “Then it was like a game to her of how many of us she could try and trap.”

“Don’t remind me,” Yunho sighs, taking his own hat off to run his fingers through his hair. They all know he regrets it the most out of all of them.

Seven heads turn to look at Hongjoong who is currently zoning out and staring intently at the cracked wall, chest heaving with every breath he takes.

“Captain, are you okay?” Yeosang voices the question on all of their minds.

A full minute passes by, and they still get no response.

“Captain?” Jongho attempts to catch Hongjoong’s attention, but the fire he sees burning behind the elder’s gaze has him backing down for the moment.

“Hongjoong.” It’s Seonghwa who manages to pull the younger back to reality by placing a hand onto his shoulder, fingers digging into the material of his jacket.

“I should have killed her.” Hongjoong hisses, eyes flashing black once more. “I should have made an example of her right where she stood when I had the chance.”

“But you did.” Mingi is the first to assure him. “We’ve now warned her clan of the consequences, and we have every right to skin her alive the next time we see her. And if she so much as thinks about harming our love…”

Mingi lets his words trail off, resounding growls of agreement rumbling through the air between all of them.

“Believe me, we all wanted to skin her alive for what she said about our love just now.” Wooyoung snarls, along with both San and Seonghwa.

“It’s my fault for allowing her to bait me.” Yeosang’s jaw clenches as he looks towards the cracked wall once more. “If I didn’t react-“

“You did what you felt was best,” Seonghwa states, voice somewhat reassuring as he drops his hand from Hongjoong’s shoulder finally. “If she cornered me like that I would have torn her head clean off.”

“We all know you wanted to, anyways,” Mingi snorts, rolling his eyes.

“You wouldn’t have complained.” Seonghwa crosses his arms in front of his chest as Mingi raises his hands palms upwards, shrugging in agreement.

“How did she even know about our love’s name, anyways?” San’s inquiry has a growl rising on all of their lips at the memory of mere minutes ago.

“It’s easier to invade someone’s mind without them knowing during times of extreme emotion or distress, especially when they are experiencing uncontrollable anger, pain, or fear.” Yunho states, eyes blankly staring ahead of him. “I fear I trained her too well. It could have been any one of us she gathered that information from.”

“It’s been twenty fucking years,” San voices, exasperatedly. “You think she’d give it a rest by now, and recognize that we’ve moved on.”

“That’s the problem, though, isn’t it?” Jongho blinks, his expression unamused. “You’ve forgotten about her, but she clearly hasn’t let go of you.”

“You were right not to get involved back then,” Mingi sighs, directing his comment at the youngest.

“I warned you guys,” Jongho huffs out a breath as he shrugs, essentially telling them all ‘I told you so’.

“Yeah, yeah,” Wooyoung rolls his eyes. “The past has passed. We’re not going to change it now.”

“If she so much as even tries anything that she had been thinking in the end,” Hongjoong finally speaks once more, voice low and ominous, like the calm of an approaching storm, “I will destroy her.”

Seven growls of agreement resonate throughout the room, their eyes all flashing black once more.

“There’s no way that she can get into our own personal domain, especially not when we’re there.” Seonghwa reasons, though there’s a hint of worry in his tone.

You’re now in constant danger due to Miyeon, and if her family cannot control her, then the eight of them will have to act, and fast. No one comes after you without them knowing about it. No one touches you, or will bring you any harm. At least, not while they are around. They will always protect you, whether you realize it or not.

“Our wards are far too intricate for the likes of her,” Yeosang agrees, silently reassuring the eldest with just a glance.

“It’s not like we can’t protect her.” Yunho adds, the other seven humming along with him.

“If we take our beloved anywhere outside of our domain, we’ll just have to be extra careful now.” Wooyoung voices the thoughts on all of their minds.

“Agreed.” Mingi, San, Yunho, and Jongho all say at once, the other three nodding along with them.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’d rather not return to our beloved ready to tear into someone’s throat.” San smiles tightly, noticing how Wooyoung, Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yunho all flick their brows upwards in agreement.

“Why don’t we pay those little demons stirring up trouble a visit?” Yeosang voices, almost nonchalantly.

“Two birds with one stone,” Mingi shrugs, standing back to his full height and straightening out his jacket.

“As much as I want to be getting back home to our girl, considering how long we’ve already been gone, I think this would be best for all of us.” Yunho nods in agreement, placing his hat back onto his head.

“I could relieve some stress,” Jongho hums, brushing off the arms of his jacket.

“Good.” Seonghwa takes in a deep breath before turning to Hongjoong. “Captain?”

They all look to their leader, awaiting his final orders.

Hongjoong grins, a malicious tug to his lips as his eyes darken, “let’s go spill some blood.”

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aloysiavirgata · 10 months

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Prompt: Jealous Mulder and Scully reassuring him, UST. Thank you!

“Can I die?” she asked him once, dreamy with wine just after Ritter.

“Of course,” he said, broody, not really believing it. He didn’t know which answer he wanted for her.

She’d smiled at him with lushly purpled lips, the way she is now in upstate New York, in Ellicottville, where they’re undercover and investigating an art gallery owner for money laundering. She’s wearing a strapless blue silk dress right now and it swirls around her ankles like the sea at night.

People look at her the way some wolves must have looked at fire once. They understand that there is warmth in her, that there is light. That she can burn and burn and burn without being consumed.

He can’t. He feels himself being used up, hollowing out inside from his own cold, unquenchable flame. Gouging, he thinks, because he is a profiler.

Lumenizing, he thinks, because Scully is a doctor.

The gallery owner has been eye-fucking Scully for four days and Mulder is growing weary of it. He’s doing it right now, at this vineyard, where he’s pretending to be surprised to see them even though he recommended it.

Scully laughs a little, flirts a little the way she’s gotten better at doing. Shows her beautiful white throat. The gallery owner smiles at her, enchanted by her tourmaline eyes, her burnished hair.

“Excuse us,” she says after a few moments. Steers Mulder towards a side table with the press of her slim fingers on his arm.

They burn too, through his clothes.

She swallows the rest of her wine in a gulp. “What an asshole,” she remarks, peering back over her shoulder.

“Hitting on my wife in front of me is a bold move,” he observes, even though it’s the point of this little game they’re playing out.

Scully waggles her fingers so that the ring catches the light. “Maybe you should be a touch more possessive,” she suggests, her voice just past throaty.

He looks at her, then past her out the window. “That you talking or Mrs. Daphne Tillyard?”

“What do you want?” There’s so much in the question.

He shakes his head. Jerse, Van Blundht, Padgett, this idiot and a hundred other idiots. He wants their audacity, their risk tolerance. He wants her toothy smile, wants to kiss her without the threat of sorrow or damnation.

“Scully I-“

“Daphne.”

“Daphne.” He reaches out, runs a finger down her temple, over her cheekbone. He stops at the corner of her mouth. Her pupils dilate, her lips part.

“Mulder,” she whispers, husky. Her tongue is visible. She leans her cheek into his palm. “He’s not… it isn’t real.”

They could do this. It’s been brewing, fermenting for years and maybe tonight, maybe here, he can let himself do what he couldn’t even after the fungus.

He thumbs her chin, watches her searching eyes a beat longer. “Leo,” he corrects. He brushes her hair from her eyes and walks out to the back deck alone.

#xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #my fic #prompt

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adharastarlight · 10 months

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Tis The Season

Four: Mail

Jegulus, where Regulus lives with Sirius and Sirius is... alluded to being the boss of some shady shit and James is a bodyguard. Idk it was late and I was sleep deprived

Regulus never got letters, which is why it was so odd that for the past few days he’d practically run to the letter box and retreat into his room. It was even odder that Sirius could hear him giggling from his office. He’d never actually seen what happened, he’d only heard it from the first room next to the front door. But today? Today, he stood in their kitchen and stared at the door, trying to figure out what magic it now possessed.

At exactly ten twenty five, Sirius heard Regulus’ alarm go off. At exactly ten thirty, Reg walked out of his room, stifling a yawn and went over to the door. At exactly ten thirty two a letter fell through the slot into his waiting hands. It had been the same for almost a week.

“Reggie?”

The younger brother froze where he stood for a second before turning to face him. Sirius usually had a meeting at ten fifteen which lasted until eleven. “Good morning, don’t you have a meeting?”

Sirius held up his phone, the screen showing he was indeed on a call, but muted. He tapped his ear where he had his headphone and smiled, “I’ll know if they need me, it’s the same boring drivel.”

“You’re the boss, why do you even need to be in all of the meetings?”

“I’m a hands-on boss. What’s the letter?”

“It’s nothing.” He shifted the weight of the paper between his hands slightly and forced a convincing smile, “do you want to order in tonight?”

“You never get mail.”

Regulus shrugged, “well I wouldn’t know what it was unless I’d opened it, hm?”

“Oh, right of course. But our mailman does his deliveries at eight and no one else has access to the foyer. Unless you’ve given them the code?”

“I’m not an idiot, Sirius, besides, plenty of people have the code.”

“People who work for me.”

“You are indeed the boss.” He shifted his weight again and rubbed at his eyes, feigning more exhaustion than he was experiencing. “Can I go back to bed now?”

Sirius narrowed his eyes at him, “is there a security breach, Reggie?”

“What? No!”

“You can’t trust everyone, you know?”

The younger scoffed and moved to walk past him but he was stopped in his tracks by his brother stepping practically into him. He glowered at him, “move.”

“This is serious.”

Reg rolled his eyes, “no, that’s you. Now budge.”

“You might like them, Reggie, but it’s not safe for anyone to have that code other than the people I directly give it to.”

“Yes, yes, I know. I know all about the bloody business. No need to remind me. I’m perfectly safe. I don’t even open the bloody door.”

The older brother straightened up, “Regulus.”

He groaned and lifted his tee slightly to show the gun resting in the elastic of his shorts, “happy?”

Sirius stared at him for a moment, “where did you-”

“Oh please. Did you think I thought you were the CEO of a tech company? I’m twenty-three, Siri, I’m not naive. You could keep me locked in this apartment forever and all it would show me was the ways out.”

“I told you not to… it’s not safe, Regulus!”

“Well, I’ve not died yet. You might as well train me, I’ll be joining the others anyway.”

“Don’t be absurd, and don’t change the subject. Who did you give the code to?”

Regulus just smiled, “I didn’t.”

“Then-”

“You did. They’re on your payroll.”

“Everyone on my payroll is in the meetin-” he broke off and stared at the letter, then at his brother’s face, at the door, back at his phone. He hung up without a word and called a different number. “My baby brother? Are you kidding me, James?”

“Hello to you too.”

Sirius cursed under his breath and Reg was mildly worried he’d snap his phone in half, “did you tell him?”

“No, of course I didn’t. He’s not an idiot. He’s known for years.”

“He’s- you’ve known for years?!”

Regulus shrugged and smiled again, “most of your plans would have failed.”

“You messed with my plans?”

“I fixed them.”

He glared at him somehow more but turned his attention back to James, “I told you to guard the fucking perimeter not drop off love letters.”

“You can’t assign me as the bodyguard to someone so beautiful and expect me to just be fine.”

“I will kill you.”

James scoffed and the brother’s heard the door to the foyer open. Reg felt his cheeks heat and he quickly ducked into his bedroom to change, “no, you won’t. I’ve kept him safe for years.”

“Whilst what? Flirting with him?!”

“Sure… flirting… yep. Anyway, I'm almost there, one second.” He hung up the phone and there was a very smug sounding knock on the door. You might be wondering how someone could make a knock sound smug but if anyone could, it would be James Fucking Potter.

Sirius typed in the code to unlock the door and flung it open with a dramatic huff, “you’re dead, Potter.”

“You’ve said. Where is he?”

“I hate you. I’m the bloody boss and-”

Regulus walked out of his room in a hoodie Sirius distinctly remembers not buying, “hey, mon amour. Sirius, breathe. I mean, this is really your own fault. If you’re going to lock me in here and the only man I’d have access to is this fucking hot? Your own fault.”

“I-”

“Careful, mate, you’ll catch flies if you keep gaping like that. Hi, sweetheart, c’mere.”

He smiled and walked over just slow enough that it could be considered walking before jumping up and giggling when he was caught by the brunette. He wrapped his legs around his waist and knocked their foreheads together, “hi.”

Sirius was staring at them again, his mouth still agape, “you- he- you’re… you’re dating?”

“What did you think it was?”

“I don’t know! A secret admirer thing! How did you two even-”

James smiled, “when you go out on business, I mean, really he’s far safer with me in the apartment than me just strolling around outside.”

“And I’m much safer going out with him than sneaking out alone.”

The older brother threw his hands up in defeat and walked back into his office, holding out a gun to Reg, “come on then, we better get started on that training. And get rid of that piece of shit, you need a proper gun now.”

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justjams2003 · 1 year

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Between two Gods-4

Paring: Alpha!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader x Alpha! Clark Kent

Warnings: A/B/O, mating, breeding, threesome, oral sex (both male and female receiving) P in V. Mxm, mxmxw, afab!reader, possessive!Thor, possessive!Clark, guys kissing, rutting, knotting

Masterlist

Part 3~Part 5 (coming soon)

Word count: 2k

Dividers: @benkeibear @poison-aesthetics

When your mates are two gods, your heat is something of a girl’s wet dream. It was honestly more enjoyable than any daydream. Your mates took a week off and in turn your heat was spent with day and nights of knotting. By the end of it, you had to buy a new bed and also new bed sheets. It was rare for any of you to be wearing clothes, except when eating of course.

You ensured that the moment your heat finished, that you three went house shopping. Though, you struggled to choose. If it was by the woods, it doesn’t have a farm like Clark wants. If it has a farm, it isn’t by the forest, like you want. And if it has both, it isn’t big enough like Thor wants. It was starting to frustrate you. Your own bachelor flat is growing small, especially with all the boxes standing around.

Or maybe it’s more than that that is irritating you. “Thor! You’re late. Now dinner is cold, and I’ve already packed the plates away. Cold pizza and paper plates for you.” You scold at the God of Thunder, not even greeting him. He frowns, turning to his fellow Alpha. He drops his hammer and hangs up his cape.

He shakes his head and then, without warning, pulls you closer by the waist and giving you the most passionate kiss. And when you come up for air, the anger has dissipated from your eyes. “Hello, my dear omega. Why yes, I have missed you, my dear.” He gives you his charming smile and then your legs are Jello.

He then lets you go, after hearing your phone call. He sits down on the couch next to the other Alpha. “Hello, my pretty boy.” Thor smiles, lifting Kal’s chin and giving him a sloppy kiss. “What’s got our girl so fussy?” He asks, pulling the other alien into his side. “It’s the same as yesterday, we’d gone to 5 more house showings and none of them were ‘just right’.”

“Hi mom,” You call into the phone after picking up Martha’s call. “Hello dear, so nice to hear from you stranger.” You can’t help but laugh. You’ve gotten really close to her over the past few years. “Yeah, I’m sorry. We’ve been so busy. You’d be really happy to hear that we’re trying for pups.” You can hear the excited squeal from the phone.

“That is such good news!” You can hear the birds in the background. “Not only that, but we’re looking for a new house. Clark wants a farm, Thor wants a million pups so a million rooms and I want something by the forest. Our apartment is already packed up but we haven’t bought any house yet.” She sighs, looking at the state of her normally neat apartment.

Martha is quiet for a moment. “Why don’t you move in with me?” She asks, and you bite your lip. “I have the farm, it’s right by the forest and it has 6 bedrooms. One for me, one for you three. That leaves four extra bedrooms.” It’s sounds almost too good to be true. It’s exactly what they want. “I’m growing old and I miss the company.” She adds, trying to win you over.

“Hold on.” You put your own mother-in-law on hold. You scatter over to your partners, plopping in both of their laps. “What if we move in with Clark’s mom? She has the big empty house, the farm, the forest.” You give them the biggest doe eyes you can muster, pushing out your bottom lip.

“Of course, my lady, whatever makes you happy.” Clark gives a similar reply to Thor. You return to the phone call. “It sounds like a fantastic deal. The boys agree. We can’t wait!” You squeal out, hugging your partners closer before finally saying goodbye to Martha.

You yawn, stretching out your body. The boys didn’t allow you to lift a single box and yet you still feel exhausted. You’re starving but there is nothing that seems like it would stay down. “Are you alright, dear?” Martha ask, handing her a glass of water. “I don’t know, I’m just so tired and so hungry but so nauseous.” You mutter, swallowing the stomach acid with the water.

“Dear, that doesn’t just sound like fatigue or a stomach bug.... You said you already had your heat, yes?” You can only nod to her question. “Lucky for you, I prepared for this. There is pregnancy test in your ensuite.” Your feet moved faster than your body. Your partners went to get dinner, not wanting you or Martha to cook after a long day of unpacking.

You wait in anticipation, sitting on the bathroom floor waiting for the timer to go off. And when it finally does, you feel the panic rise in your throat. Why you’re panicking, you’re not entirely sure. Maybe that once Thor knows, he’s taking you straight to Asgard, no questions. Your legs are shaky, you grab the test from the counter.

Two pink lines.

Pregnant. Very pregnant.

There is a knock at the door. “Hello dear, dinner is here.” It’s Clark, relief forms in your stomach. Your shaky hands open the door. You have to tell them. They’re your Alpha’s. They know what is right for you and your pup. “Are you okay?” He asks, wiping the tears which had fallen without your knowledge.

Your only reply to him, is the tick in your hand. His brows furrow before you clarify it to him. “I’m pregnant.” It takes a moment to realise in his head, before he scoops you up into his arms. He gasps and yells with glee. So much so that Thor comes running up the stairs. “What is the matter?” He asks, seeing your close embrace.

“We’re going to be dads!” Kal exclaims, knowing just how choked up you are. A huge grin covers Thor’s face. He pics the both of you up in a huge bear hug. “I can’t believe it!” Tears are forming in his eyes and it too makes you want to cry even more.

“We must haste for Asgard, at once.” Thor exclaims, looking to repack all your clothes. Or even leave them there and dress you completely in Asgardian clothes. Both you and Clark.

Clark places a hand on Thor’s shoulder. “Please, Thor. We’ve just moved, she hasn’t even had chance to nest yet. I’m sure she wants to tell her brothers too, before we leave.” He reasons, he could smell the anxiety coming from you when Thor came up the stairs. He knows going to Asgard is for the best but, certainly it can wait?

It doesn’t much but two pairs of whimpering eyes for Thor to cave. “Fine. But we’re not staying past the first trimester.” His voice is stern and there is a hint of Alpha voice. The other mates bare their neck, showing that they submit to these rules. “Can we invite my brothers then, next week?” You ask, placing your hand on his chest.

“Only if we get kisses.” Clark commands and you smirk at his dominance. He’s so soft at times, you do appreciate it, he and Thor balance each other out perfectly. With that you obey his order. Giving them both a deep sloppy kiss.

The sun shines through the bright balcony, the sheer white curtains blow in the wind. The bedsheets are dispersed and tangled between legs and arms. All you can see is blue. The light, sky blue of Thor’s eyes, avoiding your own. Then the rich, navy blue of Clark’s, also watching your Alpha’s move carefully.

Like Thor said, the day after your brothers left, he’d packed up everything and transported you to Asgard. Frigga was so excited to see you again. It was rare that you went to Asgard and it was usually short and sweet visits. You’ve never been here for more than a week and now you’re stuck here for nine months.

You can feel the burn between your legs, and the sticky mess coating your body still. “Do you have to go?” Clark asks, reaching out for Thor’s hand. The blonde god takes his hand and places a gentle kiss. “I do, I do apologize my loves, but my father has called for me.” He takes your hand and places a kiss as well.

It’s a strange feeling. Back on earth, whenever Thor was home the both of you would have his full attention. Now that he is back home, everyone wants his attention. His duties as Prince and Alpha take more of his concentration that you thought it would. You’re glad you have your other Alpha, but still.

When Thor’s gone, you miss him. When Clark’s gone, you miss him.

Then he bends down and plants a soft kiss on your stark-naked belly, there’s rarely a bump, rubbing circles before eventually standing back up. “Love you, my loves,” he waves goodbye before leaving for his day of duties. You groan at the sunlight and roll over into Clark’s arms.

He lets out a chuckle and soon he hears your snores again. The maids come in soon though and he asks them to fill the tub. When the time comes, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom. “Noo, let me sleep.” You complain, but when the hot water hits your back the complains die down.

Soon enough, Superman joins you in the tub. But the silence is so loud and you finally decide enough is enough when Clark lets out a loud sigh. “What’s wrong, my Alpha?” You ask, enjoying his touch as he washes your legs. “Just that. I’m an Alpha, I’m a superhero. I’m the Superman.” You furrow your brows but allow him to speak.

Again, he sighs, “I spent every day of my life protecting the people of Earth, before you, before Thor. Now, I’m here, mating day and night with lavish amenities and maids attending to my every need.” You can’t help but chuckle and lift yourself into his lap.

“Oh, my dear, are you feeling a bit unimportant?” You coo, wrapping his curls around your fingers. He laughs again, “Something like that. I can’t help but worry about them. They’re just so destructive to themselves.” Now you really howl at his words.

He blushes at your laughter. “My love, you do not owe them anything. Their own eradication is not your fault. Think of it like this, when Thor becomes king, the people’s own slaughter will be his fault. Because they chose him to be their protector. The other humans, did not chose you.”

You smile, hoping that you’re not sounding too insensitive. Also hoping that the words you speak of the Asgardians will never happen. He doesn’t answer, only drawing circles on your skin. “You threw that onto your shoulders only because you’re stronger.”

He can’t help but grin, you just know him so well. He groans and hides his face in the crook of your neck. “But they’re so fragile!” You roll your eyes at him. “If they’re so fragile, then I’m so fragile! So very weak, a weak human omega. Is that what you’re going to say to your child?”

Clark knows he’s really dug himself a hole now. “Huh? When your little boy looks up at you and says, ‘daddy I want to be like you some day,’ will you look down and say, ‘no, you’re weak, you half human.’?” It’s a rhetorical question but you can tell he still believes it.

“No?” He seems uncertain of himself. “Yes, no.” You nod to him, trying to guide him to the right answer. “No, I want you and our pups to stay home forever so that we can protect you. I’m sure Thor agrees.” He nods with a shit eating grin. You shake your head. “Quite the opposite, he’s very excited to take them into battle.”

Clark’s face goes pale, “The pups will grow up. They will spread their wings and will refuse to listen. They will get hurt. But they will learn from it and so must the humans.” He sighs and pecks your mouth. “What will we do without you?” He asks, picking you up out of the bath after cleaning you.

“You’d work for 160 hours a week and the other eight hours you’d just have hot gay sex.” You giggle to yourself; the pregnancy has made your tongue a little lose. Clark clicks his tongue at you, “You’ve got such a filthy mouth.” You can’t help but wink at him, “You should know.”

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ambers-archive · 4 months

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who am i, darling to you? (iv)

loss of my life

Bookmarked on page fifteen, the last page of chapter three, the closed book in your hands stand still against your heavy heart. You were waiting to read chapter four together with her. The story of Rapunzel was your favorite princess story. One of a long lost princess with beautiful long hair who fought to live the life she wanted. And she was able to fall in love in the midst of it all.

It was a staple bedtime story; you went to sleep hanging onto the words.

Sometimes when you see your mom in your dreams; you can hear her sweet voice reading you the stories, and you can feel her gentle kisses even now. A beautiful yet haunting reminder of her.

You never got to read chapter four, and you haven't been able to move the handmade bookmark since your mom stopped on chapter three seventeen years ago. It's her birthday today, seventeen years of missed laughter, hugs, and love. Maybe it would have been bearable if you had someone to share the burden with, someone who knew her just as intensely.

But the only two other people were dead along with her.

"Alright, let's go over our story one more time," Hotch says, his voice low as he walks into your honeymoon suite.

It had been a few days since you two checked in, it was a beautiful suite overlooking the sea. You loved the sea and the feeling of sand between your toes, but just like many of the things you loved - it was just out of your grasp.

You were spending the days discussing specifics of stories, anniversaries, birthdays, and first kisses. All set to disappear into an imagined world and meet him in a love story that was not yours. You two weren't hopelessly in love on your honeymoon, and Maya wasn't you. That story was only saved for last, hidden deep within your heart under-heading the section labeled grief.

Because where else can one store unspent love.

You've never even held him, but your feelings for Hotch are nothing short of love. You've never held him, and yet you have memorized every dimple, freckle, and crease by his eyes.

He has never touched you, and yet has touched every fiber of your being.

And so many sleepless you stayed up, next to him, feeling his heartbeat you wondered what it would be like to press yourself against his larger body. To tuck yourself underneath his arm and lay your head against chest as if you belonged there all along.

You resisted of course.

“We met at one of the galleries I was showing; you bought all of my paintings and asked me out to dinner later that night,” You respond quietly, your hand still ghosting over the peeking bookmark. Feeling the lines of the book's spine, it was a small but thick paperback book. Not worth much, but to you, it was priceless, one of your most prized possessions.

You manage to catch the last of his question, all your focus on your self-inflicted sorrow. "Ages?"

"Um," You start, trying to piece the story together; it's buried somewhere deep in your head, this past week has just been so hard. You always visit your mom on her birthday, but now you know it won't be possible.

Your pain was always such an imposition.

"If we're going to do this, I need your undivided attention,” Hotch’s voice breaks through your head. You turn to face him, his eyes focused on the case file, not even sparing you a glance.

"Sorry, sir. It’s just a lot to think about.”

“I told you it would be. If you’re not ready for this, Agent.” You wish he would stop calling you Agent, it's an unnecessary boundary he's creating to distance himself from you.

“I am,” You cut through his words, swallowing the dryness forming in your throat. "Of course, I am." You repeat back, standing up straighter this time, trying not to let the indifference in his words bother you.

He passes you his notes, filled with Maya and James's life. Their story, their family. They're respectively twenty-six and forty, so a little off here and there. James has a big family that Maya is able to fall into, two brothers and a sister. No kids yet, they're just enjoying life with the two of them.

It would be perfect if it was yours to truly live in.

Perfect, just not yours. Always yours to love, but never to keep.

"This case is one of the most important the team has had in a long time. Everyone is counting on us; memorize the notes. We should take this opportunity to meet other couples tonight at the welcome dinner." He pauses for a second, surveying and noticing the book in your hands. You defensively put the book away, shielding your memories from his judgmental eyes, ripping yourself away from any judgment, away from a job that punishes you for caring.

"I can't do my job successfully if I'm always watching over my shoulder, babysitting a capable agent," he says, as he walks out of the room, selfishly avoiding your eyes so he can shield himself from the pain he's inflicted. The door shuts quietly, but no thoughts seem to take over, and you suddenly feel small. Like a child who's been abandoned, left alone, and to fend for herself.

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You sit there, staring at the closed door, trying to steady your breathing. The silence in the room grows louder, as if it were taunting you, reminding you of your isolation. You clutch the book tighter, as if it could anchor you to some semblance of stability.

Minutes pass, maybe hours. Time blurs as your mind drifts between memories of your mother and the pressing reality of the case. The sun slowly sets, casting long shadows across the room.

And you wish you could just sit there and wallow in your misery but the reality of the case pulls you out, your feelings will just have to wait.

As the orange from the evening sky peaks through the curtains, you hear the door open again. Hotch steps back into the room, his expression softer yet determined. "Strauss wanted to have a conference call with the director. She thinks the welcome dinner is a good approach."

You look up from the case notes, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over the room. "When should we start heading there?"

"In about an hour, we should get there early to take in the environment. The Unsub could be anyone." You nod as he finishes the last of his sentence, the tension is still there letting you loose only to suffocate you once again.

"Just give me a few minutes to shower." You say not meeting his eyes.

Making your way to the shared bathroom you let the warm shower engulf you. Wishing to wash away your insecurities and the weight of the day. You close your eyes and visualize the tension fading with every drop of water, but it doesn't last nearly as long as you would like it to. Reluctantly, you walk out of the shower as your obligations drag you back.

Thinking of these small things makes you believe she is an actual person, not just someone you and the team invented. The details bring her to life, giving her a heartbeat within your imagination.

You rarely had time to dress up since work took most of your time and energy. You take the time to do your hair and for a second you get to engage in something fun, a constant which was sperate from the rest of the world. Reaching instinctively to play with your bracelet, you sigh.

It was an evil eye bracelet, or as your family called it, nazar. It was a gift from your Nani (grandmother); she said it would keep you safe from everything evil. You smile to yourself, thinking about her words and the warmth they still bring you.

If only there was someone else who loved you just as much now.

Hotch's knock on your bathroom door pulls you out of your trance, "Just a second!" You say adjusting your dress.

Taking one more look in the mirror, you open the door, surprised by how good he looks. He always wore suits, but before you stands a man in a dark gray shirt, tucked into his trousers, his usually neat hair now slightly tousled, framing his face.

You smile at him, for a second forgetting that you're upset at him.

"I didn't know you had curly hair," he says, looking at you with a small smile on his lips. You mirror him briefly, putting on your earrings.

"It's hard to maintain, especially at work, so I just straighten it a lot." You had your hair moved to the side; you can't remember the last time he had looked at you for so long.

"It suits you."

"I get it from my mom. Everyone told me I look like my dad growing up, but the one thing I got from her is the hair," you say, looking for your shoes. Hotch is standing behind you, hands in his pockets.

"You don't talk about them much," he says, his tone softer now, more curious than probing.

"Once I start, I can't stop."

"I was the same way with Haley, especially around Jack. But there are people who care about you here, including me." You don't know when he came so close to you, his face now merely inches away, his presence suddenly more comforting than intimidating.

Suddenly, your perfectly guarded emotions come undone. "I have so many memories of her; it's an overflow sometimes."

"Then let's start small. What is your favorite memory?"

You let out a small smile, walking towards the dresser and pulling out the book to show him.

"Rapunzel?" he asks with amusement. "I didn't know you liked fairytales."

"My mother did. She used to read me a ton of them, but this one was my favorite."

Recognition flashes in his eyes as if he suddenly remembers something. "I'm sorry, it's not hard when people we love leave." He knows grief better than most people. Although you weren't there when Beth died, you can still see remnants of who he used to be underneath.

A man torn between the love for his wife and duty.

"I think you're wonderful despite everything you've gone through. I know it's easy to feel responsible for what happened, but it wasn't your fault," you say softly, still holding onto your book.

Hotch nods, taking his hands out of his pockets and resting them on your shoulders. It's hesitant, as if he's unsure, but you don't mind.

"I was mad at them for coming home so late," you whisper, meeting his eyes.

"My dad promised to watch a new movie with me. I waited by the door all night. But they never came. Today is her birthday, and I'm missing it."

"This is why you always take this week off?" He asks.

Nodding, you tighten your grip on the book. "I always visit her grave, and since they're buried together, I visit my dad's too."

Before you can take in what's happening, Hotch lets his hands fall from your shoulders with a look of determination. And before you can ask him about the welcome dinner he starts walking towards his keys.

"Tell me where."

"W-What about the dinner?" You ask barely able to register the man in front of you.

"We will have other opportunities. Right now, you should be with your mom on her birthday. I spent too long letting this job keep me from the people I love. I can't see it happen to you."

"It's all the way back home."

"That's alright. I can probably call in some favors and have the jet get us there in a few hours," he says earnestly.

You look at him, taken aback by his determination. "Are you sure? What about Strauss?"

Hotch nods opening the door for you. "You're honoring your mother. I'll explain the situation, don't worry about her."

How could someone not fall in love with him?

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