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defectivefanboy · 2 years ago

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Hello, hello my dear!

I really would like to request something, since you asked for it and hell yes the last episode was a banger. I love your Crimson HCs and I think you captured him really well. But I would like to read some nice HCs about the loveliest Prince of Hell, Stolas himself maybe got a little love interest in a Singer Succubus he met at Ozzies? Maybe she got something alluring to caught his eyes. (I don't mind if there are some nsfw parts)

Best regards

Ciel ♡

yall got me fucked up for saying this again, but still making me want to write the story (especially this request, it's like holding a carrot in front of the horse rn) but I will say my piece. I hope it was just a slip of the mind BUT I DO NOT WRITE FEMALE READER fuck I care if you read my writing, but the more it happens the more I'm pushed to write a cock onto the reader. I did ask for request so im not gonna complain anymore.

I would like to read some nice HCs about the loveliest Prince of Hell, Stolas himself maybe got a little love interest in a Singer Succubus he met at Ozzies? Maybe [REDACTED] got something alluring to caught his eyes. (I don't mind if there are some nsfw parts)

Overall Notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and I don't mind female readers on my blog, I do not write for y'all, and if you are a fetishizer fuck off????????????????? ew.

C/W: SFW - NSFW(suggested/mentioned), Lots of song quotes, Suggestive behavior, mentions of alcohol/smoking, platonic flirting from Ozzie/Fizz, reader serves cunt /positive, low-key himbo reader, special guests Ozzie's other faces, I love them,

Notes: All music used and referenced too will be noted at the bottom. I realize I take so long on writing its like bad. I can either do it for hours on end or I have to split it up. Never in-between. Also tell me why I found myself at 1 in the morning listening to bird sounds to try and be accurate.

Sip the Gossip...

Giggles

Hoot hoot boy

my dear beloved

My dear Icarus

Anyways...

Ahem...

He never saw himself coming back to the lust ring after the first time.

Truth be told he hoped it was the last time as well.

But alas he found himself wondering around the ring once more

Stolas wasn't looking for anything when he came to the Lust Ring

Well,,. he was looking for something, more so someone

And that was a meeting with Prince Asmodeus himself

Truth be told, it's not too hard to find the bright and extravagant circus tent like building.

Flashing lights drawing a demon in like a moth to a flame.

Matched with the loud music that reverberated across the ring

Yet, it was a hassle to find the damned three faced demon prince, an even bigger challenge to get a moment with him alone.

And the moment he finally got to talk to him. Just as he was about to ask him to take this somewhere private. Just as he was about to get the words out. Just as he was about to ask for a crysta-

A voice rang out behind him, taking Asmodeus's attention away from a now annoyed owl.

Stolas turned around with a huff, his tail feathers ruffling in irritation, as his entire body puffed up in anger and mock intimidation.

Only to be stopped in his tracks once again as soon as he peered down below.

The soft flick of a heart shaped tail and pointed blacks horns with soft cracks of red running through them entered his view.

A mischievous succubus made their way past him and stood in front of Asmodeus.

The cheeky smile on their face caught Stolas by the tongue as they interacted with the prince of lust.

"Quite popular tonight huh, Oz? It's not too often you work the floor." A snicker came from the succubus as they passed by the goetia without a second glance. Stolas watched as they did a little handshake with the other, before Asmodeus softly placed a hand on their back. "My, my, you're here early~ Looking for some private time with your favorite prince~?" Asmodeus said, his two other faces cooing at the succubus.

A soft blush rose to Stolas's face at the lewd comment as he looked between the two. "You need to pay the dancers before you touch them, big guy." They said with emphasis on their words as they gently pushed his hand off them before turning and looking up to Stolas with a mischievous smile.

"Right, Feathers?"

They left right after their jest

And Stolas was left lapping at his tongue

Asmodeus continued on with their conversation as if nothing happened

Like he didn't just forget what he came here for.

But god. did he know what was gonna make him keep coming back.

And it certainly didn't go unnoticed by Ozzie, who swiftly invited him to tonights show.

Gotta be a good host at the end of the night right?

Residing in a balcony seat, Stolas was left on his own while Asmodeus went backstage to settle some issues.

Stolas fiddled with his phone as he watched the countless tables of couples from up above.

Maybe it was stupid to accept the offer to stay. Maybe he should just go home-

"Bartender~ I really did it the time! Need a couple shots for a good time!"

Oh. He remembers why he's here now.

Soft curious hoots came form him as he peered over the railing watching you talk to guest and other dancers.

You wore a simple black outfit as you leaned against the bar.

He had to stop himself from taking a photo of you covering your face when you laughed at a patron's comment.

The playful smile on your face as you took the drinks brought a small one to his face as well.

It soon took a full on blush when you peered up at him, raising your glass in a cheers to him.

Poor thing didn't know what to do with himself as his brain became a literal bird brain.

Shooting back in his seat he raised a hand raised to cover his face as he broke out into a soft fit of giggles and coo's

you gave a soft smile before walking back behind stage, waving bye to others as you passed by.

Maybe he really did have a thing for red~

Sitting up in his seat he fixed his clothing and feathers as the lights dimmed

"Hello perverts, pervettes, and the freaks who like everything in between~ I hope you are all ready for the show tonight! We have something very special for everyone, me included~"

Stolas remembered him from the last time he was here

The clown's vibrant color scheme and loud persona was hard to forget

As he pranced around the stage announcing tonights agenda, a figure emerged from the curtain behind him

Gaining a bit of courage back he straightened his back and cleared his throat

"Asmodeus, I wanted to ask about that succubus from before if that was alright?"

"I hope it's not to make a formal complaint now. I was just starting to like ya' feathers." A playful voice rang out form behind him

His eyes widened as he softly gulped and turned around in his chair

Stolas was met with a familiar smile that held the same playful tone as their comment.

Instead of the black outfit you had on earlier it looked as if you were there to hang out with him

A pair of comfy pants and oversized hoodie to match, he had to restrain himself from squeezing your face in his hands

With a soft ruffle of his feathers he softly leaned into you with an awkward smile

Making himself smaller, he peered down at the figure before him as he stuttered over his words

"Satans No! No nothing like that. I- uh, I, wanted to ask if you were a worker here?"

"Ooh! You wanted to buy a dance? Well~ you'll have to wait until after the show, but I'll find you after, yeah?"

With the flash of a smile they left as quick as they came and Stolas is left with one thought...

"Oh, I have got to fuck them"

Not too long after they left, the curtains behind him pushed over once again. This time revealing Asmodeus, who had a cheeky grin on his face as he pulled his seat out.

"I hope I didnt keep you waiting too long, now. I had to deal with a few things out back stage." He said as he made himself comfortable next to Stolas. Quick to shake his head Stolas sat up in his chair, dusting himself off a bit as the lights faded to black around them. Spotlights circled around the stage as music slowly built up around them.

The lights slowed and focused on the middle of the curtains that hung at the back of the stage. The curtains flung open and revealed the succubus in a black and red outfit that didn't leave much for Imagination, not that Stolas was complaining. A chorus of la's came from their lips as the lights dimmed around them to a single spotlight.

"Oh baby, baby, have you seen Amy tonight? Is she in the bathroom, is she smoking up outside?" The slowly made their way down the stage, looking at the crowd as they sang the song and made small gestures with their hands.

They made their way to the end the stage, leaning down closer to the guest in the front row. "Oh, baby, baby, does she take a piece of lime for the drink that I'mma buy her? Do you know just what he likes?" Before they said their last line they gave a sly look up to the balcony with a quick wink for walking back down.

"Oh, tell me, have you seen her? 'Cause I'm so, oh I can't get her off of my brain." Each note was staccato at the end, they're danced following along with the words. "I just wanna go to the party she gon' go. Can somebody take me home? Ha, ha, he, he, ha, ha, ho" With a mischievous glint in their eyes they looked at Stolas once more with their words. Whether it be just in jest or in all seriousness, his feathers ruffled at the shiver that made its way down to each of his nerve endings, if demons have them.

"Love me, hate me, say what you want about me But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy" More lights faded in as dancers in cages lowered from the ceiling. More dancers filed through the sea of tables and patrons as the succubus sang the along with the chorus. Each one performing their own dance with another as guest threw money their way.

The extra dancers disappeared once the second verse began, a few male succubus remaining on stage. The ones that remained interacted and touched the succubus as they danced along the stage, pushing them out of their way. Which was a little very enjoyed by Stolas as small hoots of laughter escaped him. "They seem to be livelier tonight, I wonder why~" Asmodeus commented slyly to the another prince while not looking his way. Though his other faces gave him dead away as they stared Stolas dead on, giggling.

With a choked hoot Stolas looked at Asmodeus as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh! Is that so? Well they are quite the... performer?" Stolas said questioning himself at the end, all while Asmodeus laughed at his confusion. "They are, aren't they? Seems they've taken a liking to you. Someones lucky tonight or better yet, getting lucky~" Asmodeus cooed softly leaning towards stolas playfully nudging him with his elbow. Only to laugh when he turned his head and was greeted with stammering and very flustered owl.

Safe to say Ozzie just found the story of the night for Fizzy when he finds him. Such gossip queens.

The song only continued on for a few more moments before the lights fully turned off and the crowd applauded as the dancers exited the stage.

Giving just enough time for Stolas to regain his composure

Or well at least a bit of it

Because the remaining minutes Asmodeus was there

He made it a mission to tease the prince before he had to return to his duties behind stage.

But thank satans Ozzie was called back stage quickly

Stolas didn't think he could take anymore of it

His feathers puffed up and face beat red he was pulled out o this thoughts by a knock

"Hope I didn't make you wait long. Wanted to wash up a bit before I came~."

Stolas let out a high pitched chirp his face flushed once again as he lapped his tongue for words

With a soft laugh you waved him off with your hand as you tried to form words through your giggles.

"I'm kidding! Ozzie said it's fun teasing you, but I think he's probably done enough already."

Before he could say anything you gestured for him to follow you

With a prominent blush on his face Stolas straightened his clothes and quickly got into step with you.

Walking down the hall Stolas thought of what to say as he followed behind you

'Would casual conversation be good? Or maybe a talk over a drink?'

Poor boy was a bit nervous

And it didn't help with each moment you got stopped by a worker or a fan.

Though most were quick small talk, some fans had gained enough courage to ask for a date.

Better yet, they would hop to the point and ask of your number.

Each time they got the same response, each given the same number.

"XXX - 867 - 5309"

With a smile and a wink, you waved them off each time.

'Maybe this was a bad idea' He thought to himself as he watched each demon walk away feeling giddier then the last

With only a few more twist and turns he found himself back stage passing by the other performers dressing rooms.

He took one glance away from you and the moment he turned back you were gone

Stolas only found you when you grabbed his hand and pulled him into a dressing room.

The room seemed still as the bass of the music became dulled behind the walls.

Clothing racks and dressers were scattered around the room as a vanity sat on one end of the room while a couch, a few chairs, and a table sat on the other end.

Knickknacks where randomly placed along the room, making it feel a bit less like the work place and a bit more cozy.

"Sooo, uhm- Was that really your number?" Even Stolas winced at himself for asking.

But it was quickly wiped away with a light laugh from you

you quickly made your way to radio and shuffled through the songs and pressed play

When the music started playing you made your way over to Stolas and quickly grabbed his hands. Pulling him into the middle of the room you danced with him to the music as you started singing along.

"Jenny Jenny who can I turn to? You give me something I can hold on to. I know you'll think I'm like the others before. Who saw your name and number on the wall" Letting go of his hand you twirled around before pointing at him and pretending to sing into a microphone.

"Jenny I've got your number. I need to make you mine. Jenny don't change your number. 867 - 5 3 0 9" As you continued to sing and dance around the room it finally clicked for him. It's a song. You've been quoting a song. A smile broke out on his face when he finally realized.

"You've been giving them a fake number! Won't they notice? They might even know the song-" His rambling was cut off by a hand waving in his face. With a gentle pull of his hand you lead him to the couch in the room. "Are you a cop? Or do you always ask these many questions, feathers?"

"What! Heaven's no I would never-" He was cut off once again, but this time, by a hand cupping his face and leaning closer to him. Enough to ghost your mouth against his as you spoke.

"Good, because I might not be able to justify my next actions~"

Then he never came back after that (im fucking wit yall)

While he doesn't make it to every show and performance.

He CAN be found in your dressing room right after each one.

Well you can honestly find him there most nights your on or in the building.

It' what a good boyfriend does <3

Yes, he was the one to ask what you two 'were' relationship wise

Bby didn't want another game of cat and mouse :(

But that was quickly cleared up with your answer

"Wait, are we not? dating? right now? Would you? like too? date?"

Be glad you're cute. He was ready to make a new ring in hell.

He was very possessive at the start of the relationship.

"Fizzie baby, when did we start ordering stone statues?"

They make wonderful coat and drying racks for the dancers though, so Ozzie doesn't have much to say about it.

"Just don't do it to any high bidders okay~"

stolas did apologize though, hes too much of a good boy not too

But there's always one thing he's glad about.

Stolas's day is filled with tedious and idiotic duties and task he has to complete.

But as soon as night begins to set in Hell, a new energy fills him as he runs around his room getting ready.

The one thing he is glad about is that he can always find you in the same place every night.

Be it the fact you're a dancer within the prestigious club, it was basically your job in a sense, you were always able to catch his eye off first glance.

Never more then a few glances away, soon only a few steps as he was the one now to pull you back stage.

What? Asmodeus said he was allowed too, as long as he put money in his pockets.

Make his pockets hurt, and make them hurt good - Ozzie, 2023

Your biggest supporter ever. It started off with simple five, tens, and twenties. Then it escalated to fifties and one hundreds. Soon he was throwing hand fulls of diamonds on the stage.

Which he was promptly yelled at for by Ozzie.

But after each set he's right back stage giving you hugs and kisses.

Not that your complaining much

Having your demon prince waiting for you, watching over you, and only you was an amazing gift after each performance.

He also helps ward off creeps from interacting with you often.

Were you a bit surprised when you saw his true form? Yes. Did you also fuck him in it after? Also yes, a few times. Never knew how much tension that form has. No worries his pretty little succubus is there to help him through it all~

But to be honest, I think he's always more soft than horny.

He's always bundled up in your dressing room, all cozied up on the couch as he has a movie or show paused.

Such a cuddle bug he is <3

And for the fact he comes here so often. bro might as well just work there

That the balcony seat he first sat in with Asmodeus was now a personal booth for him whenever he came

Nothing but the best for his beloved~

Only the best for his canary <3

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Songs used in the story ╮

Bartender song (Sittin' at a Bar) - You favorite martian covee | If U seek Amy - Brittany Spears | 867 - 5309 (Jenny's number) - Tommy Tutone

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rapid-as-sass-in-nation-team · 2 months ago

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Robo could tell a false smile when he saw one, sending a glaring grin at his brother before he walked out with his boyfriends.

Ozzie calmly chuckled after he appeared and sat down, smiling tiredly "Long enough to hear most of your conversation, wanted to make sure it didn't turn into an altercation of sorts so I observed. You'd be surprised who was most internally desperate to punch you but it was all good." Ozzie remarked with a roll of his eyes.

"You know I don't like insincere words Fizz." Ozzie remarked before sighing at the word he nearly slipped in there. That certainly didn't inspire confidence. "I agree but it would help if people stopped antagonizing him. He Is right you know. Your not supposed to treat him like that, then again that goes for all of us. Just... Remember your words have impact. Both of you have too much of a habit of getting on each other's nerves but that's not all on him." Ozzie pointed out, it surprised how defensive he was but in his defense, Striker did seem to come out looking for him in concern after he ran off, while Fizz seemed to hesitate doing the same..

He nodded after, "Yes I heard, I hope you intend to not be working or wandering while I'm away" He said, taking the papers to look at them, using his tail to lift Precious up onto his seat so he could pet on her idly. "It's been alright, and I ate before I came." Ozzie said with a sigh before sitting up

"Fizz I do want to ask you. Can I trust something like this won't happen again? Can I ask that much of you?" Ozzie asked, intertwining his claws seriously, seems he still had some unease even with his boyfriend

"Um wait what about-" Chaz spoke up, as he was in his usual outfit he stood as a flaw in that argument, only for Striker to close the shark's jaw with a soft sigh. "Him being wrong doesn't matter right now.." It was clear Striker was exhausted, massaging his temples.

"You got that right, I have half a mind to slam you into that table right this second.." The cowboy admitted crossing his arms, still glaring slightly "Yeah, probably for the best, your right..." Chaz agreed, scratching his neck a bit.

"More fun then being strongarmed into your schemes... Count y-your lucky stars OG none of us want to h-hurt you, least not enough to act on it.~" Robo noted, walking over and wrapping his arms around his boyfriends with a smile, Chaz chuckling and the faintest hint of a smile on Striker's face.

"Heh, your right, we don't want to drag this out, so let me make one thing clear.." Striker said lifting the tendril like arm off of him before walking up to Fizz, cornering him in his seat. "I am WELL within my rights to sick Ozzie on you due to our contract, as you don't get to treat me or my partners any different just cause your the apple of his burning eye." Striker slammed his hand on the table hard enough it would have probably broken if he did it harder.

"I do expect an apology when we get back, and I also expect it to matter, I won't put up with protecting your ass if your still gonna pull this shit with me, and especially with them! I want you to keep that in mind. Remember that Fizz. I mean it. *sigh* Goodbye.." Striker added before straightening his shawl and bandana before walking his way out followed by his partners who waved goodbye to the Jester, leaving him alone.

Least for a second, a familiar chuckle echoing behind him. "Heheh I'm surprised he didn't pull out a weapon, he looked tense enough too. Remind me to recommend a deep tissue massage for him on that trip you planned~" If Fizz looked behind him, he would see two famliar blue skulls bouncing in the air in the corner of the cafe before the body they were attached to formed in blue flames, revealing Ozzie in his smaller form, smirking as he walke up and gracefully sat down across from his boyfriend, a tired albeit loving smile on his face.

"I really was quite panicked when I found you gone this morning, I intended to talk to you over breakfast, but I won't deny Im glad you took the initiative to work on repairing your relationship with them. I thank you for that Fizz." The sin said softly, seeming to be doing a good bit better then last night.

#~feather soft flames~ [ozzie]#~frolicking feathered fun~ [ozzie x fizz]#//late as always XD #peppy jester

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rapid-as-sass-in-nation-team · 6 months ago

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"Ozzy." He purred. "How about...ya give me a little head." <3

"I-I..." He stammers a bit, caught off guard by the purr and his face heating up at seeing the visible bulge in the sin of Wrath's pants "I can do that" He couldn't deny he was down bad

#~feather soft flames~ [ozzie]#justiceiswrath #tw suggestive

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botanikos · 7 months ago

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As the moonlight rises, the two of them found themselves together in bed struck by the passion that loneliness and longing brought. Their naked bodies clashing for what was hours, leaving nothing to the imagination of what happened that evening into the dead of night. This was one of only three times the two would exchange anything like this. Right as he had finished, he slumped over next to Stolas as they caught their breaths. Little did Stolas know ; Ozzie was well aware that he knew the king’s secret that would soon come to fruition. A soft smile followed by gentle strokes and mild laughter made the ambiance of the room much lighter than what it would become.

“You are amazing, like a fiery comet that blazes and keeps going forever! But, there’s something special I want to try..” The Sin would exchange a kiss to his cheek before pulling out the large ball gag. “And since we told each other anything goes, there’s even more to it.” The chains that he would use to wrap around his legs and wrists, keeping him pinned to the bed as he used his magic to seemingly force the large ballgag into his beak.

“Hmmm, you’re so quiet now huh?” His delightful smile and the blood that rushed to his cheeks slowly disappeared. “And that’s how you’re going to be for the rest of time. I brought you here because no one could hear you scream.” That’s when he moved the holy blade from underneath his special humping pillow, raising the sharp end to his throat. “You know too much.” He tore right into the thin skin of his feathered throat, before turning the blade vertically to slice downwards. It was agonizing for him and burned as he cut with the sound of sizzling in the air.

That somehow didn’t finish him, and he needed more to finish a Goetia. Taking a deep breath as he hands trembled, Ozzie stabbed Stolas in the face a few times. And for good measure, back in the vital organs that hadn’t protruded out. He was covered in the blood of his friend that once was alive. Dropping the holy blade from his talons, he covered his eyes to start sobbing again.

He was only doing what his highest told of him.

— Ozzie to Stolas @redemonarc (Not Gonna Get Us Closed Verse)

PASSION and sweet nothings traded between fervent kisses, owlish laughter and the deep rumble of the Sin's voice. A melody with no end — tireless and beautiful. The prince was glowing, basking in the aftermath of their tumbles and smoothing his feathers. He lets out a soft and breathless chuckle at his words. ❝ Forever seems nearly impossible with your ENERGY, Sire. I do believe this commet has nearly burned itself out! Though, it would find itself swiftly catching and soaring the skies again, should you ask it to.~ ❞ Fond and burning vermillion hues follow Asmodeus' movements.

The sight of the accessory elicits a trill, rosy color spreading across white facial disc. Stolas would have provided a more verbal response had his mouth not been occupied. Bound and immobilized, the Goetia finds himself at the Sin's mercy. The embers of desire swiftly coaxed back into full flame under such heightened attention. But the warmth that spread through his lithe body suddenly turned to ice. His heart beat frantic, sensing WRONGNESS. This was no longer an act of passion, lust, desire, adoration. And there were no safe-words, none that he could utter. The bindings that held him fast ate away his magic. The gag in his beak stifled frenzied, desperate cry.

Tears spill from burning eyes before pain cuts through him with a fire that felt like a thousand suns. Saw the flash of blade, felt the barb of betrayal. Stolas saw stars, onyx blood spilling thick and warm. He felt it stick to his feathers, felt himself sinking, felt excruciating existence, a tether to everything, everything, everything. . . .

And then nothing.

Stolas of the Ars Goetia was no more.

#✧･ﾟ･ﾟ✧ | ☾ | : stolas chirps.#redemonarc #Not Gonna Get Us #✧･ﾟ･ﾟ✧ | ☾ | : verse : Not Gonna Get Us.#Not Gonna Get Us Verse #tw graphic violence #graphic violence tw #major character death tw #tw major character death #CLOSED VERSE.#see: redemonarc

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cobblepot-comfort · 6 years ago

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The Rescue

Chapter 3 - Home Truths - AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19704580/chapters/46632031

“Jim!”

Jim flinched awake to find Oswald shaking him and staring at him with intensity.

He sat up quickly, rubbing furiously at his sleep-leadened eyes.

“Detective Gordon, what are you doing here?” Oswald said stiffly, his blue-green eyes flashing indignantly.

“Erm….” Jim faltered, “I was just...erm….tired….”

He left the bed hastily, went back to his chair and sat down slowly, grasping the arms tightly. This was awkward!

So much for being direct, he thought. He had been taken by surprise and had chickened out yet again….

“Ah. Hmm,” Oswald said reflectively, playing with his fingers distractedly. “Well, yes, of course - I see what you mean,” he mused. “It must be SO draining, having to care for a ‘problem’ patient like me.” He closed his eyes, stretched his lips and sighed heavily.

“No, Oswald, that’s not what….” Jim said hurriedly, then halted mid-sentence as Oswald’s eyes flicked open and a big smirk of triumph appeared on his face.

“You are SO easy to tease, Detective Gordon!” he grinned impishly.

“Ha ha, very funny!” Jim replied dryly. “That’s the last time I take pity on you, Cobblepot!”

“I never asked you for pity, Jim.” Oswald’s eyes flashed a warning and his mouth tightened.

Jim had struck a raw nerve.

This was tricky. Hell, he wanted so much make Oswald smile again. He always looked so damn bewitching - the way his eyes glistened when he was being playful….

He wondered how to do that, though? He fought off the overwhelming urge to take that pretty, enchanting face in his hands and then kiss the life out of it.

“Erm, sorry, bad choice of words. I meant HELP you, friends help one another, right?” he scrambled desperately.

It worked. Oswald’s face relaxed into a soft smile of surrender.

“Of course, I should have known that’s what you meant. I am just a tad sensitive at the moment, Jim, you understand,” he said.

“Well that’s no wonder, after all you’ve been through,” Jim said sympathetically.

“Thank you, Jim,” Oswald nodded gratefully, “I knew you’d understand. You know how much I suffered at the hands of Galavan and his sadistic sidekick sister!” His tone hardened and his eyes began to fill up with angry tears.

“Hey,” said Jim gently, “You’ll be ok now, it’s safe - here.” He tentatively reached out and touched Oswald lightly on the arm.

Oswald’s eyes got very big and bright.

“Oh - Jim. So tender all of a sudden!” he smiled, his dimples growing. “What brought this on then?”

Jim gulped hard. That smile….those dimples….

“Well, Oswald - I just don’t like to think of you suffering. I mean - no-one deserves that. And - we all need support in times of trouble - don’t we? Everyone needs a friend - don’t they?” he prompted carefully.

“Yes, Jim, of course - you’re right. And that was so beautifully expressed, too. But - Jim - the time you are spending here with me - the way you’re looking after me and all my needs - what does Lee think about it?” He cocked his head and studied Jim closely.

“Erm….Lee? Well...she knows I’m doing the right thing - I mean, by saving a life, and protecting a witness…” Jim floundered.

“And that’s it? That’s all? Does she believe all this is just altruism, Jim?” Oswald pressed.

“Why wouldn’t she?” Jim fired back defensively.

Oswald visibly flinched. He realised he had pushed Jim too far.

“Oh. Well, yes, of course, why wouldn’t she? Please - forgive me, old friend,” he said apologetically. “I shouldn’t have interrogated you like that..”

“No Oswald, it’s ok,” Jim cut in quickly, his brows relaxing. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. Maybe it’s just because I’m tired,” he shrugged.

“Well, Jim, of course you are! All this must be telling on you. I do appreciate your sacrifice.”

“Oswald - it’s no sacrifice - really - no sacrifice at all.”

”Ah, well, if you’re sure. I would hate to put you to any inconvenience.”

“You? Ha! Never!”

“Now you are being flippant, James…”

“ I was just trying to lighten the mood.”

“I know you were. And I was just playing with you, of course. It’s what we do, isn’t it, James?””

Jim really wanted to take that sweet bundle of beauty into his arms and kiss him passionately, trace those dimples on that smiling feline face with his fingers, tell him in no uncertain terms that he was more than ready to play. But just now he lacked the courage to take the risk. It could still be a step too far.

Oswald saw Jim’s thoughtful frown. He guessed that something was troubling him, and he suspected he knew what it was.

It was time they stopped messing around and put their cards on the table.

This was ridiculous! If Jim couldn’t do this, then he would have to take charge.

“James,” he began purposefully. “There is something I have wanted to share with you for quite a while, but have never felt quite able to until now.”

“Oh? This sounds kinda deep, Oswald.” Jim’s frown unravelled and a soft, boyish smile replaced it. Oswald’s heart skipped a beat.

“Well, Jim,” he resumed slowly, “you are right, it is deep. But I have been bursting to tell you about it and really don’t think this can wait any longer.”

“Oh. OK, Oz - what is it?” Jim said, full of intrigue.

“It’s this, Jim.”

Oswald took a deep breath, clasped his hands tightly and began.

“As I was being carried in your arms, unconscious, through that forest, I had a dream. I dreamt that you told me that you had been in love with me for a very long time, but had been too afraid to let me know.

“You had always treated me roughly because of your fear of revealing your true feelings. You said you were really sorry for treating me so shabbily, and would try your best to make up for it. You said that far from seeing me as your bitter enemy, you saw me not only as a friend but also as your beautiful dark angel, and that if anything bad were to befall me, it would break your heart.

“There was no way you would let me come to harm though, as you quickly reassured me that you would protect me with your life. I would live and get well and strong, as you would nurse me back to health and stay by my side for as long as it took to get me on my feet again.

“You would make sure to get justice for the death of my poor mother. She would be found and have a proper burial and the murdering Galavans would get what was coming to them. You would find a way of doing that that would avoid getting me into any kind of trouble and would keep me out of prison - because what good would it do me to be in Blackgate when I could be lying in your arms instead?”

“It was a beautiful dream, Jim, and so vivid, recalling it brings tears to my eyes. I just needed to share it with you.”

Oswald had looked down at his hands the whole time he was speaking, and his voice had begun to shake during his speech. By the time he reached his conclusion, there were indeed tears in his eyes, and he gave an emphatic sniff and blinked rapidly, struggling bodily to contain them. He wrung his trembling hands so tightly that the knuckles turned white.

Jim swallowed hard and caught his breath at every word Oswald uttered, for each one had been dragged from his own heart and all were true. The dream Oswald had recounted had come from a nightmare, one that had made Jim so afraid that he would never have a chance to confess how much this gangster, this delightful little devil had come to mean to him. He had wanted to tell him, regardless of whether he could hear those words or not -before it was too late.

And it appeared that his dark angel had heard them after all. He had kept them hidden away in his heart ready to escape so sweetly and eloquently through his lips.

So he opened his own lips and took courage, heaving his heart into his mouth at last.

“Thank you,” he said quietly. “That was beautiful, Ozzy. And - it wasn’t a dream, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Oswald slowly raised his face and his tear filled eyes shone starry bright with intense joy as he said, “Yes, Jim. Yes, of course I knew it!”

Later….

“I never thought I’d fall in love with a gangster.”

“Ha! But you did, Detective Gordon.” Oswald grinned, his eyes shining proudly with love.

“Yes - I did, Mr Cobblepot.” Jim stared lovingly back, then pulled his gangster into a soft kiss.

Oswald drank in the feel of Jim’s mouth on his. He closed his eyes and sighed as their lips parted.

“Mmmmm. Thank you, James. That was a lovely kiss. Hmmm, Jim - an interesting thought just occurred to me,” he mused. “If I’m a gangster - then does that make you my moll?!”

“Ha ha - I guess it must do!” Jim laughed.

“I think you’d look adorable in a feather boa and a flapper dress, Detective.”

“What? No way!”

“Yes, I think you could really carry it off! It would be the perfect undercover disguise. You could be my perfect arm candy when I’m back at my club!”

“ Well OK, if you’re sure - as long as you don’t expect me to wear heels….”

A short time before that….

After his little ‘confession’, Jim had wasted no time following up on it. He had reached out and taken Oswald’s bewitching, tear-wetted face in his hands, staring deeply into his glistening azure eyes before claiming his lips at last.

The touch of that sweet, velvet-soft mouth had ignited a flame of love that had coursed through his whole body, firing up every fibre of his being.

But Oswald had pulled away and broken the kiss, his mouth agape with surprise.

Jim was stunned for a moment, hypnotised by the beauty of Oswald’s astonished stare.

Then he’d tried to apologise, thinking he’d overstepped the mark.

“Oh - Oswald, look….I’m sorry…” he’d begun awkwardly.

“No, Jim, please! I just wasn’t ready…” Oswald had cut in, his eyes wide and bright with excitement.

And he had grasped Jim’s face and pulled him back onto his waiting, welcoming lips.

Oswald had never been kissed before - not like this - that was evident. He was inexperienced and gauche and in desperate need of guidance.

Luckily, Jim was both willing and able to school him in the ways of love. Oswald followed his lead, first slowly and tentatively and then with hungry, unbridled passion.

He sure was a fast learner!

#jimwald #gobblepot #oswald copplepot #jim gordon

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rapid-as-sass-in-nation-team · 11 months ago

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"Yes, thank you for understanding, and if I happen to not join, please do tell the others I wish you all luck, even Mammon, for what's it's worth" Ozzie said with a dry chuckle, he wasn't on the best of terms with a few sins, especially the Green Clad Spider sin but he still cared for all of them regardless.

He nods at the confirmation, smiling a bit more now "Alright then, and I will, and you do the same, I don't want you to see me as someone who can't help even if I want to. And thank you... It is a lot but I've felt worse feelings then this, at least currently" Ozz said with a dry chuckle as he got up, turning to the door before he stopped, looking back with a genuine smile

"And Luci... It was nice to talk again, despite the circumstances. Let's do it more when our world isn't threatened maybe~ See you soon my friend" Asmodeus said, with a smirk as he snapped his fingers, a slip of paper appearing on Lucifer's desk, Ozz's phone number written on it and with that the sin left, smiling back at the fallen angel as he departed, even if he still had a pit of dread in his chest

Lucifer set to writing in his office. Letters to each of the other six Sins. Trying to get across the seriousness and extreme urgency of the matter at hand, without - of course - giving any details. Simply saying that it affects all of Hell (far beyond that, really, but he'll leave that detail be until later) and requesting to hear from them as soon as remotely possible, and then to set up an in-person meeting.... or meetings, if they couldn't all meet at the same time anytime soon. He'd meet with each one on one if that's what it came down to.

Having not reached out to them personally in years, Lucifer is unsure if they may hold resentment towards him for not only holing up during Lilith's forced absence, but especially the way he had thoughtlessly pushed extra work and responsibility on them because he couldn't handle it at the time.

Still ....he's going to be very pissed if they try to blow him off.

#unholy crusade #~feather soft flames~ [ozzie]#hells greatestdad

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20 sports movies we love that will ease your boredom

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It may be hard to find real sports to watch right now, but there is an ABUNDANCE of great fictional sports at your fingertips.

Televised sports are on hiatus for the foreseeable future. It’s a tough (but obviously necessary) blow, considering we’re all stuck inside with little to do, and sports would be the perfect diversion right about now.

Thankfully, there are hundreds, or possibly thousands, of sports-centric movies available to wile away the hours. Some might even be convincing enough to get you to yell at your screen, or feel the inimitable catharsis that comes from watching your team (the good team, obviously) win.

Below are some of the SB Nation staff’s go-to sports flicks, with information about where to stream them included. The majority are also available to rent via Amazon, YouTube, Google Play and the like.

Hot Rod (2007)

Available on Netflix, Prime and Pluto.

Insofar as failing to jump over things with a moped is a sport, Hot Rod is about sports. It’s an extremely dumb, pleasant movie with no stakes whatsoever, and it is my number one.

— Seth Rosenthal

Yes, it’s hilarious — but even more importantly, it has the ability to absorb you before you realize it and not let your mind wander out of its grasp. Distraction grade: 10 out of 10

— Will Buikema

Creed (2015)

Available to rent

Too many Rocky sequels to count, but this one really engages with the mythos around the character and who gets to take part in that myth. Michael B. Jordan and Tessa Thompson are two of Hollywood’s brightest stars, and while it’s frustrating they were not awarded like Sylvester Stallone for their performances, all three are terrific here. Also: unlike the original Rocky, this movie recognizes that boxing includes dodging and blocking as well as punching!

— Pete Volk

Goon (2011)

Available on Netflix.

You could probably analyze Goon for commentary about how we glorify violence in hockey, or you could sit back and enjoy a genuinely hilarious movie. It has everything you want in a hockey film. There’s a dim-witted but lovable bouncer who gets a chance at a hockey career in the minors, and a grumpy Quebecois prodigy with a physicality issue. There’s gratuitous blood and gore, and Liev Schreiber getting into fights, and a hint of bromance. There are even cameos from former NHL players, and one from current Dallas Stars forward Tyler Seguin in the film’s 2017 sequel, Goon: Last of the Enforcers, which is also on Netflix.

If you don’t mind some exaggerated violence and slapstick comedy (and particularly if that’s what you’re into), I highly recommend it. Plus, the soundtrack slaps.

— Sydney Kuntz

Bend it Like Beckham (2002)

Available on demand with Starz and DirecTV

It’s funny, it’s sweet, and the fact that you’ve definitely seen it before doesn’t mean you shouldn’t watch it again. It made Keira Knightley an international star, and Parminder Nagra picked up the FIFA presidential award. Beyond the film, it represented a crucial moment in David Beckham’s relationship with his country. He’d gone from villain in 1998 after that red card against Argentina, to hero in 2001 after that free kick against Greece. Eight months later this came out, and canonized him as a national treasure.

— Andi Thomas

High Flying Bird (2019)

Available on Netflix

What better to watch during a period without basketball than a movie about basketball personnel that takes place during a time of no basketball? High Flying Bird, shot entirely on iPhone by Steven Soderbergh, follows a top rookie and his ambitious agent during an NBA lockout, as they try and change the owner-heavy economic structure of the NBA.

— Pete Volk

Escape to Victory (1981, also just known as Victory)

Available on demand with Cinemax and DirecTV

Sylvester Stallone is an Allied solider in a Nazi prisoner-of-war camp. So is Michael Caine. In there with them, for some reason, is Pele, Bobby Moore, Ozzy Ardiles, and half of Ipswich Town’s 1981 UEFA Cup winning squad. And wouldn’t you just know it, they have to play an exhibition against a handpicked German side, for reasons of propaganda. Will they escape … to victory?

— Andi Thomas

Goal of the Dead (2014)

Available on Shudder

”Some kind of a riot. They are burning cars.”

”Given the refereeing, no wonder.”

French football superstar Samuel Lorit faces off against his hometown team in a cup game. His formerly adoring fans now all despise him. And then a tainted steroid injection turns pretty much everybody into zombies, straight from the 28 Days Later school of hard-running mouth-frothers. Good blood-soaked fun, if probably a bit too long. But then all films are too long these days. Return of the King won a million Oscars, and that didn’t have a ‘roid-raging zombie kicking a man’s head off his neck and into the goal.

— Andi Thomas

Fighting with My Family (2019)

Available on Prime and Hulu

Maybe the only worthwhile WWE Studios release ever? I’ll await the flame from fans of The Marine 5: Battleground in the comments. What would have otherwise been yet another vanilla sports inspiration story is elevated by a terrific cast, led by newly Oscar-nominated Florence Pugh.

— Pete Volk

The Damned United (2009)

Available to rent

An adaptation of a brilliant but bleak novel about Brian Clough’s doomed spell at Leeds United, the film dispenses with most of the book’s harrowing existential loneliness and discovers a surprisingly soft-hearted buddy story underneath. Michael Sheen disappears uncannily into his role, absolutely nailing Clough’s astringent self-possession, but Colm Meaney almost steals the film as Clough’s nemesis, Don Revie. A reminder that English football, back in the ‘70s, was a strange, drizzly place full of strange, compelling people.

— Andi Thomas

Hoop Dreams (1994)

Available on HBO, Kanopy and DirecTV

One of the best American documentaries. Also one of the best movies about dreams, who crushes them and how they evolve. It is also one of the best movies about race and poverty in America. All in all, this is one of the best movies about the allure and grace of basketball. A phenomenal film!

— Pete Volk

Horse Feathers (1932)

Available via the Internet Archive

I grew up watching the Marx Brothers with my dad, and I would be remiss not to mention this college football-centric classic. Turns out the “amateur” status of college football players was a joke in the 1930s, too!

— Pete Volk

Minding the Gap (2019)

Available on Hulu

Only tangentially about sports, since the group of kids at this documentary’s focus are skateboarders, but this is one of the great modern American documentaries about growing up, difficult friendships and toxic masculinity. Highly, highly recommend.

— Pete Volk

Starship Troopers (1997)

Available on Showtime, CBS All Access, DirecTV and Vudu

There are several reasons Starship Troopers is memorable — the broadly written anti-nationalist commentary! The exploding bugs! The co-ed showers! That one fight scene soundtracked to Mazzy Star’s “Fade Into You,” for some reason! — but space football is the only one that fits with our theme. In the future, America’s favorite sport is played in high school gymnasiums on old wrestling mats. There are no special teams or roughness penalties. The ball is Nerf’s rough approximation of a baked potato wrapped in foil.

Johnny Rico, our protagonist, wins and is escorted off the field a hero. Roughly 20 minutes of film later, he’s left to die on an alien planet. Shit’s real, yo.

— Christian D’Andrea

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Rush (2013)

Available on HBO

If you liked Ford V. Ferrari, you’ll probably love this. Retelling the true story of James Hunt (Chris Hemsworth) and Niki Lauda’s intense Formula 1 rivalry, Rush has fantastic racing scenes and benefits from focusing on the wildly different personalities and approaches of the two rivals.

— Pete Volk

A League of Their Own (1992)

Available on Showtime, and very often randomly on cable

It almost feels redundant to list this classic, which you’ve probably already seen once or dozens of times. But if you have seen it, you know it holds up better than most of the feel-good, strings-swelling-styled sports hagiographies of the 1990s. A more-or-less accurate retelling of a vital and often ignored part of American sports history, conveyed via an all-star cast and too many quotable lines to count. The “hard” may be what makes it great, but there’s nothing hard about watching this iconic and genuinely uplifting movie. (I also wrote more about it here.)

—Natalie Weiner

Speed Racer (2008)

Available to rent

One of my favorite movies of all-time, taking many aesthetic cues from anime and seamlessly bringing them into the live-action world with breathtaking visual effects. Speed Racer is visually explosive and a delight for the senses, with a grounded conflict at its core (a family business getting bought out by a heartless corporation). In my opinion, this is sports + movies in their best balance with each other.

— Pete Volk

The Heart of the Game (2005)

Available to rent

A hardscrabble team works diligently to overcome the odds, with a few twists. The movie centers on a girls basketball team from Roosevelt High School, 10 minutes from where I grew up in Seattle, and the star of the team gets pregnant. Bring tissues.

— Natalie Weiner

Uncut Gems (2019)

Available to rent

No movie better captures the anxiety of being a sports fan, or the bad decisions you make because of your fandom. Also sports luminaries Kevin Garnett and Mike Francesa deliver excellent performances. My favorite 2019 release! Louis wrote more about it here.

— Pete Volk

Undisputed II: Last Man Standing (2006)

Available on Starz and DirecTV

This is the height of me on-my-bullshit, but please allow it: Scott Adkins and Michael Jai White are generational action stars, and this entry in the excellent Undisputed series shows their singular talents at their best. White plays an ex-boxer framed for a crime and sent to prison, where he fights for his freedom in an underground MMA ring. Adkins plays the terrifying Yuri Boyka, the reigning prison champ. This is so up my alley it’s not even funny, and hopefully it’s up yours, too!

— Pete Volk

More Than a Game (2008)

Available on Starz

It’s very easy to take LeBron James for granted. After all, he’s been doing otherworldly things in the NBA for almost two decades now. Sometimes it just seems like he’s always existed, like he’ll just be inevitable forever. At a time when we’re (hopefully temporarily) deprived of watching him play basketball, it’s worth revisiting this great documentary about his origin story. Yes, he overcame seemingly insurmountable odds, but the part that sticks with you is the people around him — those who believed in him completely, and who he has been just as loyal to in return.

— Natalie Weiner

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rapid-as-sass-in-nation-team · 6 months ago

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My Ozzie is gonna be attending @qveenofgluttony's masquerade ball as my good friends @unhinged-greed's Mammon's plus one. Thank you again Beanie for asking XP But I went and decided to draw Ozz's masquerade outfit cause why not if Im trying to do more digital art.

Might do some more touch up but this is it mostly. And yes his skulls have masks too (Thank Robo) and the belt buckles are he and Mammon's sigils (There exes and he's trying to be positive about the night.)

#mun art #~feather soft flames~ [ozzie]#unhinged greed #~greed's unwanted craving and lust's reluctantly burning flame~ [mammon x ozzie]#qveenofgluttony

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Ozzie sighed, as his heels clacked on the ground as he got up, dressed up in a long purple dress with blue flames and a coat that complimented it. Sinched at his waist with both their sigils on them, Hearing what Mamm said as he flicked his feathery fan open waving it on his masked face.

"Don't make a big deal if there are, plenty of people get invited to this thing. It's not like you need to talk to them Mamm." He told with narrowed eyes a bit, just hoping agreeing to be Mammon's date plus one wasn't a huge mistake as they walked inside.

@qveenofgluttony

Mammon just set his foot out of his car when he and his date for the event just arrived with limo, with very rich style! The jester had just picked his date up from Lust ring before arriving here in Gluttony.

"Ah jus' hope it's not packed with plebs" he murmured under his breath as he waited his date to get out of the car, leading them both in the palace.

@qveenofgluttony , @rapid-as-sass-in-nation-team

#~feather soft flames~ [ozzie]#~greed's unwanted craving and lust's reluctantly burning flame~ [mammon x ozzie]#ic masquerade ball #unhinged greed #qveenofgluttony

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omgbeersforqueers · 8 years ago

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Made up title of a fic- The AA Meeting From Hell

I didn’t want this to be bleak, so of course I literally set it in Hell. And not Hell, Michigan (although they have an incredible ice cream shop there, so if you’re ever in the area…)

The AA Meeting Literally from Hell, feat. Zukka and Aang as a terrible wing-man:

Sokka figured this was exactly what he deserved.

“Could you please turn that down??” he gritted out, and Aang cheerfully pulled his headphone down around his neck to hear him better.

“WHAT?” Aang asked, eardrums clearly damaged by his obscenely loud music. The music that was now pouring unimpeded from his headphones.

Sokka grabbed his Walkman and yanked the cord free. Aang looked wounded.

“You can have it back if you promise to turn it down,” he said, and glared at Aang until he nodded acquiescence.

“What, you hungover?” Aang quipped.

“Jesus, Aang, not funny,” Sokka groaned. “Leave the insensitive jokes to me, man.”

“No Jesus here, I’m afraid,” Aang smiled and reached up to run a deathly pale hand over the glowing blue tattoo on his scalp. Aang may work in the bureaucratic part of Hell, but he’d earned his…stripes? Arrows? They were definitely arrows, but there was some sort of mixed Earth metaphor here that Sokka still failed to grasp. It was sort of embarrassing considering he’d worked during World War I. Satan, that had been a lot of overtime.

“Ha ha,” Sokka said grumpily. He wrapped his wings around himself crossly.

“No, don’t be like that,” Aang said, and tugged sharply on one of his flight feathers.

“Hey!” Sokka batted at him, “I need those!”

“You’re cocooning again,” Aang said, unimpressed. “Why are you so cranky today?”

“No reason,” Sokka said, and tucked his feathers even tighter around himself. Their soft down was warm and comforting and he was tired even though the meeting hadn’t even started yet.

“Oh, I see,” Aang said, and Sokka looked around at him. Sokka didn’t trust his suddenly knowing tone of voice.

Aang was looking toward the shitty card table where Ozzy was setting up coffee and donuts. There was a tall, pale, black-haired specter chatting idly with…

“They broke up,” Aang said quietly.

“Yeah, I heard,” Sokka sighed. “And now she’s his sponsor.”

“He’s 6 months and counting,” Aang said. “I’m very happy for him. Mai’s good for him. You know, all that doom and gloom and torturing souls, it’s motivational.”

“You’re not helping,” Sokka said. “He doesn’t wanna date the fucking ferryman, he’s, like, a prince.”

“There’s something to be said for slummin’ it,” Aang shrugged. “You’re super built.” Aang looked sadly down at his own ghostly white arms. he didn’t spend a lot of time out in the pits, and the one times he’d had to conduct a practical review he’d come back pink and peeling. Sokka’d had to slather aloe on him for weeks.

“Thanks, it’s all the pole work,” Sokka said, deadpan.

“Hey Sokka.”

He jumped about a good off his chair. Literally. When he settled back down he realized he’d smacked Aang across the face with one of his rapidly expanding wings.

“Sorry,” came the voice again.

Sokka scrambled around and stared up at Prince Zuko. He was a little pink in the cheeks, his long yellow eyes shimmering in the low light, slit pupils wide and apologetic.

“It’s chill! Or, um, hot! You know, cause…” Sokka trailed off, “…we’re in Hell.”

Aang groaned quietly beside him.

“Yeah, um, I heard it’s been a year for you,” Zuko said, still flustered. “Since the DUI.”

“Uh huh,” it was Sokka’s turn to blush. Crashing the ferry into a stalactice had been a real low point for him. All of those souls gone right into the river, and old Mr. Piandao’s spirit had smacked him around the head with his walking stick. “I’m on the straight and narrow now.”

“The not-so-straight and wide-open-for-it, more like,” Aang muttered. Sokka not-so-accidentally clipped him the trailing edge of a wing as he folded them to his back.

“Oh,” Zuko looked at Aang, his blush deepening. “Um. Donut?” he held out a vanilla glazed to Sokka.

“Those are my favorite,” Sokka said, staring at him.

“Yeah, um, I know,” Zuko was still holding it out.

“Thanks, Sokka said, and accepted the donut. Their fingers brushed and both of them froze.

“Oh my god, this is the pits,” Aang slumped forward in his chair dramatically. “The sexual tension is gonna kill me.”

“Bro!” Sokka snapped at Aang, then smiled ingratiatingly at Zuko. Zuko, looking significantly more at ease now that the donut had changed hands, smiled back shyly.

“So I heard you sometimes give private river tours,” Zuko said slowly, hands twisting in his black silk robes. They were all embroidered with twisting reddish flames and the faces of tortured souls writing in agony. Sokka wanted to tear them off of his body and see if he could make Zuko writhe in–

“Uh huh,” was his very eloquent answer.

“Do you think maybe sometime we could…” Zuko pulled up short as Ozzy finished fussing with the coffee and cleared his throat.

“Saturday night?” Sokka said quickly. “8?”

“Yeah, I’ll meet you on the docks,” Zuko whispered, and hurried to take his seat.

“Awwwwww!” Aang whispered gleefully as the meeting began. “Love at the Afflictions Anonymous meeting,” he clasped his hands ecstatically. “It’s like a romance novel.”

“Yeah, the shitty ones that get burned and sent down here, “Sokka whispered back, but there was no heat in his words.

He had a date with the Prince of Darkness, and he couldn’t wait.

#op #tumblr prompt #trash otp #zukka #atla fanfic #ficlet #fanfic snippet

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