#almost genderless fic

[potatomountain]

"First Date"- San

♦️Pairing: Gym bro San x reader ♦️genre/au: fluff/comfort/smut? ♦️Word Count: 4.8k ♦️Warnings: if you ignore the smut part at the end its a totally non-gendered first date with San. Otherwise, just a bit of oral at the end enjoy MINORS DNI ♦️AN: what happens when you have San brain rot and someone mentions a prompt- prompt being first date? This. This is what happens ♦️Network: @pirateeznet

Going to the gym on a regular basis hadn’t been something you thought you would do, and yet here you were, sometimes four or 5 times a week. The kicker? You kept coming back because of the sweet gym bro that had quickly become your gym partner: Choi San.

It started out when you were struggling with one of the machines and he had offered to help you. You had expected him to be crude or touchy like most of the other fellows that had tried to help you at gyms before- and thus the reason this was your third gym membership in 2 months- but he was anything but. Respectful, kept his distance, was actually informative about what you wanted to know and how you wanted to work out as opposed to the way others thought you should.

Since then, your eyes always found him at the gym, even if he was on the other side working on a machine or with weights you didn’t care for. You made a point not to prioritize your little growing crush over what you were really here at the gym for, so you didn’t approach him or make an effort to work out nearby. More often than not you would chastise yourself just for admiring his body and muscles as he worked out, scolding yourself for being a creep.

The relief when he was the first to make a move, asked to exchange numbers so the two of you could meet up at the gym from time to time since he ‘always saw you around and struggling a bit’. You couldn’t admit the reason you struggled was because of him and his pretty dimpled smile and prettier muscles.

It was easy to fall into a friendship with him, into a routine, that your initial crush got buried under genuine respect and fondness of the man. A few months past and you were content with your relationship; at least until he dropped a figurative bomb.

He asked you out on a date.

It had been after one of your gym sessions and the two of you had made small talk about movies, which both of you mentioned excitement for a new one in theaters. You had thought nothing of it, the subject changing into favorite movie types and then other favorites. But before the two of you parted ways to the showers, he had asked. “Tomorrow, do you want to go see that movie together? On a date?”

Of course he had to add the date part, bringing heat to your cheeks as you agreed.

The two of you bickered over text the entirety of the day before your date; he would insist on being a gentleman and pick you up or pay for the whole thing, and you would reject each idea. You were flattered, and you liked that he was sweet like that, but it was your first date and you were adamant about pitching in somewhere.

He relented, agreeing to meet you at the movie theater at five. After the movie was a plan to get something quick to eat and go from there. You were fine with that, insisting you needed to be home by 10 for no reason other than rules you had placed on yourself for the date. Not because you didn’t trust him, but because you didn’t trust yourself. If he gave you an inch, you were sure you would push for a mile, your crush returning with a vengeance.

Months of exercising with him and seeing him at the gym hadn’t prepared you for the sight that greeted you when you walked up to the theater ten till five. You had seen him in shorts, spandex, sweats- all sort of clothes fit for exercising- but the white button up and washed out jeans with his hair combed back? You had to take a moment to admire him all over. 

Smoothing out your own attire, which was also different from your usual workout clothes, you made your way over with a small little wave. His eyes widened when he saw you, heat flooding his cheeks as he looked you over slowly, taking in every aspect of your fit (and you swore your body) before meeting your eyes with an appreciative grin.

“You look beautiful.” San said breathlessly.

Flustered at his compliment you motioned to his own outfit, making a point to look him over just as he had you despite having already done so. “And you look amazing. Attractive. Handsome- all that and more.” 

It was his turn to get flustered, holding out his arm. “Let’s get some snacks for the movie?”

“Just something to drink, theater food is so expensive.” You took his arm with a small thanks, fighting off the heat in your cheeks.

He scoffed, leading you inside. “I can pay.” “And we agree that since you got the tickets, I can pay for my own concession stuff.”

“Hmph, so stubborn, I was hoping you’d let up.”

You smiled up at him, noting the hint of amusement in his features. “Uh-huh, I think you like it when I fight you on things like this.”

He chuckled, leaning closer to you. “How can I not like it when you are feisty?”

San had been respectful at the gym, friendly, and not once actively flirted with you that you knew of- but he most definitely was flirting with you now. 

You couldn’t deny that you loved it, even as you gently pushed him away, both of you grinning. “Catch me sparring with you next time we’re in the gym then.”

“You really want to put yourself in a position where I can pin you down?” Not only was he flirting, but he was bold about it. When you sputtered out no coherent answer, he laughed, walking with you up to the counter. He took advantage of your flustered state to order drinks and popcorn for you both, getting just what you liked and handing over his card.

You were trying, with much difficulty, to erase the image of San pinning you down from your mind, so you had noticed too late what he had done. With a pout you smacked his arm without much force. “I said I could.”

“I know, but consider it an apology.” He handed you your drink, the grin he wore was not at all apologetic and instead had your stomach filled with butterflies.

Your instinct told you not to ask, but curiosity got the better of you. “Apology for what?”

“For the amount of times I’m going to steal your breath away tonight.”

You wished he had been joking yet he was true to his word. You saw a new side to San, subtle flirting mixed with cute habits that had you laughing when you weren’t stuttering for a reply to his bold words. While he made it clear he did want you, that he liked you, not once had it made you uncomfortable or was it disrespectful.

Of course when the movie had started the flirting came to a standstill; both of you sitting somewhere in the middle, huddled together as you ran by theories of the story or made a joke low enough not to bother the other people in the theater. No, he didn’t need to say anything for you to get flustered, close enough to smell the different smells from his hair gel to the little bit of cologne he wore. You could smell the popcorn on his breath whenever he would lean in a bit closer to point out a scene he thought was really cool, eyes wide with enthusiasm as you turned to giggle at just how cute he was.

Despite the growing rage of the butterflies in your stomach, and lower, San was still so easy to talk to, to be close to. You had a good time, even a bit disappointed when the movie came to an end and the theater lights turned back on.

By the absolutely adorable pout on San’s face, he was just as disappointed. You stood up and held out your hand to him, smiling as he looked up. “Can’t expect some shared popcorn to fill me up, so let’s get dinner?” 

With newfound enthusiasm he took your hand and stood up, the small alley leaving very little room between you two. “That’s right, the date isn't over yet.”

You were the first to put some distance between you two, clearing your throat and grabbing your empty soda cup, turning to head out the aisle. “Where do you want to go?”

“There’s a park nearby that has some food trucks usually posted up?”

“You’re not going to try and pay again are you?” You looked back over your shoulder to fix him with a glare which he returned with an innocent smile.

“I have no idea what you mean? Paying for your food? On the date I asked you on? What kind of man does that?” The both of you threw away your garbage on the way out, only then did you pull your hand from his- which you hadn’t realized you still had a hold on to.

Rolling your eyes you clasped your hands behind you to keep them busy, his own hands pushing into his pockets. “And I agreed to the date so it’s a shared effort. Why do you insist on paying for everything San?”

He shrugged, moving ahead to open the door for you. “Because I like you a lot and want to do anything I can for you.” The simple confession had the space between you blazing with tension as you had to stop and simply stare. The longer you did, the more flustered and nervous he became by the second. “Forget I said anything.” He rushed off ahead, head down and clearly sulking as you were still trying to wrap your head around the bursting of emotions in your chest.

“San-” As if a switch flipped in your brain you called out, rushing to catch up. “Wait-” You reached out, grabbing his arm and pulling him to a stop. Fuck he looked so cute pouting like this, like a dejected puppy(or kitty), which made it harder to put up a fight. “I-I suppose you can pay, this time. But I get the next date.”

The way he perked up had your heart fluttering, falling for these adorable habits of his as much as all the other sides you’ve seen. He smiled much like a boy, grabbing your hand from his arm and situating his fingers into the slots. “So there’s a next date?”

You groaned, flustered more than anything as your gaze fell to the concrete beneath your feet. “We have to get through this one first, San.”

With a perk in his step and giddy laughter he gently pulled you along, teasing you for ‘how cute you were being’ which only flustered you more. The flirting was back and your admission seemed to make him even more bold.

The park wasn’t far at all, but it was late and cloudy, the park lights seemed almost eerie in some spots so you opted to make the walk short. The two of you stuck to the main paths, coming across a food truck you liked after about thirty minutes of walking. Just as you promised, you let him pay, but you still grumbled about it. 

He didn’t mind at all, commenting that nothing could ruin his happy mood now. You were tempted to try to, but one look at his bright eyes and you couldn’t gather up the courage to do so. The two of you talked about anything, San finding no end of topics to bring up and indulge in, at times seeming content just walking and holding your hand while you two ate. 

It wasn’t until you both were throwing away your wrappers that his shoulders drooped- the same shoulders you had been eyeing on and off all evening. Despite not wearing a muscle shirt as he often did at the gym, the white button up accentuated them perfectly, his forearms also exposed as he had the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He was definitely what your friends would call a ‘himbo’ but you decided you loved that.

Just as you had come to expect, San’s pout was in full view, staring down at your joined hands as he gently swung them. “Do you want to keep walking?” Neither of you wanted the date to end, and truthfully you had an hour left to kill before you should head home for your self-imposed deadline.

Yet you didn’t have a chance to answer, the first raindrop hitting your shoulder an indicator that the park was about to be the last place to continue the date. And while playing in the rain could be a fun date, you weren’t dressed for that and neither was that. “Let’s find shelter first?”

“My place isn’t far, you can wait out the rain there?” He offered, hopeful.

You were about to suggest a cafe or something else, something public, when the light sprinkling turned into a soaking downpour. Both of you cursed under your breath, running along the pavement looking for cover. Being in the middle of the park, that didn’t leave many options, taking several minutes until you two ducked under the awning of another food truck. There were other couples and people that had the same idea, leaving barely any room for you and San.

He pulled you under, standing just under the awning, facing you and attempting to cover you from the rain despite getting soaked in the process. The people behind you tried to make room, but San instead let others under the shelter. What you were hoping would be a short burst of rain instead was lasting, leaving you shivering as your wet clothes stuck to you, the wind that occasionally blew the rain under the awning just making things worse. Despite your own cold, San seemed to be bearing the rain and cold unshakably.

Instinctively you pressed close, seeking warmth, which he welcomed by wrapping an arm around you to protect you as much as he could from the rain. “I got you, Jagiya.” His words had heat rushing through you, momentarily forgetting the rain soaked clothes sticking to you as a second skin and the cold they brought with it.

Despite the eternity that it felt like, the rain only lasted a few more moments, dying back down to another sprinkle, but you both were cold and San was even more soaked than you were. You wanted to laugh about the experience, but as you pulled away you got a good view of how his clothes stuck to him- as did he. 

There was nothing humorous in the way his jaw clenched, or the arm he wrapped around you to pull you close. “We’ll go to my place so I can dry your clothes before sending you home.” It wasn’t a request this time, or offer, but a demand- on you saw no reason to dispute. You could see every outline of his torso under his shirt, that alone had your brain in overdrive, but the way his jeans were now sticking to him? Soaked and making noise with every step he took to usher you out of the park?

You couldn’t speak up because if you did, you might comment about the way his jeans specifically stuck to the front of his pelvis and that you were reacting in some type of way. The kind of way you were trying not to act on a first date. So you kept quiet, letting the tension fester between the two of you as he rushed you out of the park.

Another burst of rain had the two of you ducking under another store awning, this time no where near as crowded but he still had you back against the wall, shielding you from the trickles of rain that would whoosh under by the wind with his back. You had put your hands on his chest to keep some distance as his arms caged you in, breathing heavily from what you assumed was because of the rain. One look at his eyes on you though and you knew it was because of you.

You were affecting him as much as he was you, the revelation both freeing and worrying. Freeing to know you weren’t alone in this struggle; yet worrying because if he acted on it, you knew you wouldn’t say no. No, you would welcome it.

And yet here you were, pinned against a random wall as it rained, on the way to his apartment to dry your wet clothes. Such a genius idea for a first date huh? This bout of rain ended quickly, San once again leading you down the street. He was right, his place wasn’t far, as the two of you made it into the building right as the next bout started.

“Well that was an experience.” You tried to break the tension, turning to him with a dry chuckle.

“I should’ve checked the weather- I’m sorry.” San put some distance between you two, keeping his eyes forward as he led you to the elevator, water dripping off both of you and making a decent trail of puddles.

You shook your head, fighting back the chill running through you in the air conditioned building. “I could’ve too, it’s fine San. I had fun.”

He shook his head again, running his hand through his wet hair to get the water to stop dripping into his face. “I uh- you don’t have a cat allergy right?”

The question was sudden, but it was a welcome change of topic to keep your mind off the way the fabric moved sticking to him like this. “No allergy, I adore cats. Unfortunately my building doesn’t allow them so I am cat free. Such a sad existence, truly.” He chuckled, nodding in agreement. “I have a cat, Byeol, she’ll probably be nosey and I will try to keep any and all cat hair off your clothes.” “Really I don’t mind San. I hope she likes me, actually.”

He grinned. “Oh I know she’ll love you.”

The elevator stopped, doors opened and you followed San down the hall a bit more at ease- which definitely had to do with the excitement to see his cat.

His apartment felt very much fitting for him, but you barely noticed as your attention had landed on the car right off the bat. She demanded his attention first, but as he left to grab you some clothes, Byeol turned her attention to you. Despite being wet, she rubbed up against your leg, purring.

San came back with shorts and a hoodie. “You can change in the bathroom, there is a small dryer in there you can just throw your clothes into.” 

You took them, following his finger towards the correct door after pulling off your soaking shoes. Alone in his bathroom the tension was back in your chest, staring down at the hoodie that very clearly smelled like him. Peeling your clothes off you realized just how cold you were, even once your clothes were thrown in the little dryer and you were enveloped in his scent and clothes you were still shivering.

Stepping out with your arms wrapped around yourself, you called out for him. “San?”

He looked up from the couch, freshly changed into gray sweats and a loose fitting tank top, Byeol on his lap purring away. “They fit okay?” Considering how broad his shoulders were, the sweater hung quite a bit but it was comfortable.

“Yeah. How long will that take?” You motioned back to the bathroom as you made your way over to the couch. 

He shrugged, leaning back into the couch and leisurely petting the cat. “About half an hour? Once it’s dry I’ll take you home.”

You shook your head, sitting on the opposite end of the couch. “No, that's okay, I’ll get an uber. You’re already home; I don't want to make you go back out.”

“I’m offering.” He moved Byeol aside who whined in protest as he got up, heading towards what you assumed was his bedroom. “Plus I’ll know you got home safely.” He disappeared into the room.

“I can text you-”

“Nope, I’m driving.” He broke off your protest, bringing a blanket over to you. “I don’t want to think about you leaving me just yet, especially when you look so fucking cute in my hoodie.” Flustered you didn’t fight him on it any more, instead watching with confusion as he literally tucked the blanket around you quite snuggly. “In fact- I’m tempted to have you take it.”

“But it’s yours-” You pulled the blanket up to your chin, meeting his eyes as he had yet to pull away, hands on the back of the couch on either side of you. “San?”

His eyes flickered down to your lips, darkening with thoughts that were reflected in your own mind. “May I kiss you?”

You nodded, his lips pressing against yours before you could vocalize the answer. With your arms tucked under the blanket you could only kiss him back, tilting your head into the kiss that he deepened after the first few strokes.

All your sexual tension from the date, from the whole time you had known him, came crashing into you like a gut punch. San seemed to sense it, or perhaps he was just as frustrated, leaning into you more as his hands found your sides.

Quickly the kiss was getting out of hand, your mouth opening for his tongue the second he asked for entrance, a groan leaving him and hitting you right in the core. Reluctantly, and with much difficulty, you pulled away panting. “San I- I really really like you.”

“Mmm I like you too. A lot, yet I hear a but?” He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes shut as he just seemed to be soaking up your presence.

“I uh- I don’t want to go too far, not on the first date. Not before we-”

He just nodded, pulling away after pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I understand, you have a way you like to do things, especially new things. I won’t do anything you won’t want, and not without asking permission first.” He stood up, turning to look for the remote. “How about you pick something to watch and I grab you something to drink?”

Moments later there was some random show on the tv you had put on to fill the silence that you were trying to focus on: trying because San’s focus was you.

He was more and more obvious about it as time went on, taking in the sight of you huddled in his hoodie and blanket on his couch, petting his cat- it was heartachingly domestic. You were so aware of his eyes on you it was hard to relax, in fact it sizzled the already heavy sexual tension between the two of you even more. 

So when he called out your name, you snapped back a ‘what?’

“I want to be your official boyfriend. Please?”

You paused the show, turning to him slowly as you tried to process his words. “Now is a weird time to ask, don't you think?”

“Maybe, but with the things in my head that I want to do with you, to you, I can’t unless you’re officially mine. So-?” He leaned forward, a devilish yet somehow innocent look on his face.

“I- well I want you to be my boyfriend too but I-”

“Great, it's settled!” He surged forward, pulling you closer at the same time he tossed the blanket aside. “I want to kiss you more.”

“San-” Reluctantly you placed your hands on his shoulders, only for him to pout.

“Please? I wanted to kiss you the whole date- no, even before then. I have a lot of time to make up for, you know.” “But you said you wanted to do a lot of things- how do I know you won’t get carried away huh?” Despite your protests you knew your resolve was weakening, really wanting to give in.

He knew it too, turning his head to place a kiss to the back of your hand. “Then we’ll set some rules. Only until your clothes are done do I get to annnd, hm, I only get to use my mouth to touch you?”

You hesitated, glancing at your phone charging on the end table to see the time. It was only nine, the dryer had maybe ten more minutes or so, just how much can he do with his mouth in that short amount of time?

Moments after agreeing, you realized he could do a lot in ten minutes. It was still a haze how you had gone from just kissing him to his head now between your bare legs, eating you out with enough vigor that you swore this was his favorite meal. Hand’s in his hair, you were torn between pushing him away and pulling him close, each flick of his tongue sending jolts up your spine.

He looked as his lips attached around your nub, sucking enough to pull a whine out of you. You were holding back and had a sneaking suspicion he knew that. Pulling away just enough, he licked a fat stripe over your lips, getting a good taste of your slick. “Come on Baby, no need to be shy now, I’m just using my mouth.”

You whined, your whole body warm from the different sensations he made you feel. “Not only do you have a cute side but a demon side too? Fuck I definitely didn’t know what I was signing up for.” He chuckled, breath hot against your core. “That’s true, I’ve barely shown you what I can do, you're in for so many surprises.” The idea of it excited you, made you even more eager for this relationship and where it would take- and not just because his tongue felt fucking amazing on you.

Still, you were battling with yourself about this whole thing on the first date, only to squeak out when you were pulled suddenly to the edge of the couch, your legs hooked over his broad shoulders as he buried himself deeper into you. He wasn’t just using his mouth now, his nose brushing against your nub while this tongue worked furiously, hands on your hips to hold you in place. 

You weren’t sure what did it, his nose, tongue, or just the sight of him moaning against your cunt, but your climax hit unexpectedly.

That should been enough, just one time, but San took to his word and he kept going until you were moaning and whimpering and fucking yourself on his tongue as much as he was fucking you with it. He let you ride out not just that first orgasm, but two more until your legs were shaking and half his face was soaked with your cum. 

It wasn’t until you pushed at his head, over stimmed and legs shaking, did he pull away. Licking his lips he looked up at you with nothing but desire and affection. “Well I guess I broke the rules.”

Panting you stared bewildered as he sat back on the floor, trying to bring your brain back from mush. “You did?”

“Mhmm. I used my nose, and held you down. Plus the dryer buzzed during the second time you came so- ow! I’m sorry.” He whined, rubbing his shoulder where you had kicked him. “When I finally got you moaning I really did get carried away.” “I told you that you would!” Huffing, you pushed yourself up, still quite flustered. You weren’t at all upset he kept going, nor that it had escalated as it did.

San stood up to help you, an obvious wet spot in his sweats that only flustered you more. “Did you… did you cum? Untouched?”

Now he was flustered, looking away sheepishly. “Yeah, I did.”

Byeol’s soft meow from the other end of the couch pulled you both the rest of the way out of your bubble, jolting San into action. There wasn’t really any more tension as he cleaned you up and let you go change, your clothes still a bit damp but enough to get you home. San insisted you wear his hoodie, pulling it back on you after he had changed and grabbed his keys.

He was an attentive driver, taking your directions to your place and parking as close as he could to the building. He offered to walk you to your door but you insisted on at least doing that. So instead he stole a kiss, smiling over at you before you left the car. “The second date, I’ll only use my hands.” 

Flustered, you huffed and grumbled out before making your way to the door. Looking back, he was still waiting for you, rolling the window down, you managed to see his wink before you disappeared into your apartment complex.

You were definitely looking forward to the second date.

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[phyrestartr]

Our Quiet Beginning | Miguel O'hara x Reader

# SFW, fluff, genderless reader, one-shot drabble, getting together, confessions, anti-climatic start to a relationship lol

Notes: Had this in my drafts and kinda wanted to just post it as-is! This is kind of a precursor/prologue to a different fic I'm poking at, so mayhaps there will be more in the future

--Our Quiet Beginning--

You remembered that first kiss. Every detail of that quiet moment etched into your very being, every touch left stained your heart with loving thoughts.

You were minding your business in your apartment, a shitty thing in the dark corner of the Bronx, puttering around and finally doing the housework you'd put off for too long. He'd come in through your window like he always did, and threw himself on the couch with a sigh.

"Tough day?" You asked with a yawn. You glanced at him over your built shoulder. He looked tired, maybe a bit pent up.

"Somethin' like that." He gazed over at you. "You didn't come to HQ today." Was that a pout on his face?

"Yeah." You walked towards him, arms folding over your chest. "Just one of those days, I guess." There was a reason you could try to give him, but you didn't want to destroy everything you had; Miguel O'hara was the last person standing from your history. He was the last tether you had to Nueva York, to this entire world.

"Yeah?" He asked anyway, voice hoarse and quiet.

"Yeah." You sat down beside him. He lolled his head against the back cushions of the couch to catch your gaze with his.

"I guess I've been lonely," you admitted.

He scoffed. "And hiding away in your apartment is a good way to remedy that?" Always so playful in his patronization. It brought familiar warmth to your chest, emboldening you.

"It's a good way to think, I guess." You stretched your legs across his lap. He hardly reacted.

"To think about what?"

"Everything."

"Oh, that's helpful."

"Yeah, I know." You graced him with the flicker of a smile before smothering the expression whole. You almost swore his body tensed for a fraction of a second.

"You...wanna enlighten me?" He prodded. His voice was lower, mingling with the jazzy bass of the music floating through your apartment. "I'm listening."

"Would you ever want to be with me?" You braved. It wasn't so scary to ask after all, save for the way your heart beat in your palms and in the back of your skull. "Or. Have you ever thought about trying?"

Miguel straightened up. His mouth hung open dumbly, his fangs peeking out from behind full lips. His claws, too, had burst from his fingers, getting him stuck in the fabric of the couch cushions. You almost felt bad, like you'd spooked a cat.

"I thought--you said--" he stammered and stumbled, trying to make words happen.

"It's yes or no, Miggs." You raised your brows, patiently impatient.

Miguel took a second to breathe. He hadn't been in the dating game for a long time. In fact, he'd stuck himself deep into the pining game, and refused to let himself go after you; everything he touched turned to ruin, and you had already glued yourself back together too many times. He couldn't stomach being your next cataclysm. He didn't want to think about losing you.

But how could he lie to you?

"Yeah," he mumbled, looking away. He busied himself with trying to relax and unhook his talons from your cushions.

You hummed softly. "Yeah."

Soft reds dusted his face and ears as he muttered under his breath, probably overwhelmed with being stuck and being needled. You figured you could make it worse.

Slowly, you leaned forward, resting your hand on his strong shoulder. You pressed into his space more, stopping when his surprised, wide gaze met yours. That dumb look came back, all of his charisma and poise gone with his words as your nose brushed his. You were so sure he could hear your heart hammering in your chest. You wanted him to.

"Yeah?" You murmured, seeking permission.

Miguel's expression relaxed, soothing into something sweet and soft when he glanced at your lips and back to your eyes.

"Yeah," he whispered back before closing the gap himself.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #reader insert #atsv imagine #atsv reader insert #miguel ohara x reader

[zorosbeau33]

Drink from your lips~ Bakugo x Reader Prompt

❖ BNHA/MHA, Bakugo x genderless reader

❖ Drabble, Series, Fluff, established relationship

❖ Tw: Alcohol consumption

❖ wc:534

❖ Drink alcohol from anothers lips writing prompt

❖ Masterlist Part two coming soon~ ❖

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Rating of 18+ for alcohol consumption, All included in fic are aged up to college or older in my au~

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The moment Denki mentioned it Bakugo was already sneering in disgust. The intentions of such a game when in such a mixed crowd of pronouns was obvious, the electric boy expected himself to get lucky enough to get some action with a “goddess” this way. Bakugo himself was never one for drinking, the only reason he had even been roped into this party at all was Kirishima had brought YOU. The knowledge of you going without him? To a drinking party hosted by a couple of pervs? Like hell he was going to let that happen, which is how he was now sitting on the couch scowling at the brightness of the multicolored flashing lights that still didnt seem to light up this dim room. Things however could have been worse, at least this time the extras were for the most part people who he could tolerate, and he had one arm over the couch back behind you. Although as Grape bastard asked if you would participate in the game, Bakugo had to restrain a snarl from escaping his chest. Faster than he could implode you spoke up agreeing to play if…and only if Bakugo would play as your partner. Staring at you dumbfounded the blonde missed the waitresses arriving in the karaoke room with the first round of alcohol. The expectancy in your eyes and the nervous way you chewed on your lip, or maybe seductive way had him subconsciously nodding his consent before he realized. “How the hell this thing work?” Denki had short circuited nearly at him agreeing, so it was Kirishima who pipped up in answer, smiling from ear to ear. “So one of you takes a drink, usually the person who everyone thinks would be the top. Then you kiss and feed the drink to your partner!” Had it not been for him knowing no alcohol had touched anyones lips Bakugo would have refused. Consent couldn’t be given by someone who was inebriated in his hero book, but you both were completely sober. Still he almost backed out yelling at them all for their assumed of who was top and who was bottom, when he suddenly felt your warm-soft, sweet lips seal over his. Eyes wide in surprise Bakugo nearly choked before the fruity alcohol swirled through his mouth burning its way into his senses. The room was soon filled with elated screams and cheers, and a grumble from Grape boy, as growling Bakugo used his height to dwarf you. Roughly cupping your cheek and deepening the kiss, laying his claim as he swiped every drop of alcohol and air from your mouth and lungs.

“Stupid…see only losers need alcohol to get an excuse to kiss someone.” He scoffed tugging you closer and letting you catch your breath a smirk covering his flushed face. Leaning in to nip and bite at your throat for once not caring who saw. “Before you get drunk now, I want your permission to keep kissing you like that all night long bottom~” Your shuddery nod was all he needed before diving back in for another rougher kiss, needing to assert to the others your lips would be only for him to taste tonight.

#bakugo x gender neutral reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #mha #mha x reader #mha x you #mha x gender neutral reader #bnha x reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #my hero #my hero academia headcanons #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia x gender neutral reader #bnha genderless reader #mha genderless reader #bakugo x genderless reader #bakugo drabble #my hero academia series #mha series #mha drabble #mha prompt #mha writing prompt #bnha drabble #bnha series #boku no hero academia series #bnha prompt #bakugo imagine #bakugo writing prompt #bnha x reader fluff #bnha imagine

[duckapus]

Horror Comedy AU where Ash Ketchum is an eldritch abomination spawned from an Unfathomable Void, but is still his usual self.

Basically, Delia was an Interpol Agent back in the day with luck just as strange as Ash's, and on her Last Job she got captured by a doomsday cult that was trying to summon a dark god equal to Arceus Itself and bring about the apocalypse. This doesn't work out, both because Delia's Aura awakens and messes with the ritual (I always prefer to think that Ash's weird ambiguous connection to Sir Aaron comes his mom's side even if in most universes she doesn't have a usable amount of Aura), and because the Void God they're trying to awaken helped Arceus create the world in the first place (and the two of Them kind of have a thing going on) so It wouldn't have helped them destroy it even if the ritual had worked.

Instead they only get a "small" fragment of Void Stuff that mixes with some of Delia's Aura to become a living mass of Darkness covered in writhing tendrils and glowing blue eyes that absorbs all the cultists, knocks out every Pokemon in the room, frees Delia, and shrinks down into the form of a human baby. Delia, being a Ketchum and a major character in a crack fic, promptly decides "my baby now" (to be fair she's not exactly wrong?) and leaves Interpol to reopen her late grandmother's old diner in Palette Town. She was planning to do that anyway even before ending up with a monster baby so it works out I guess.

Meanwhile, Giratina actually noticed the massive spike of Void that was Ash's birth and since the whole issue got resolved so quickly it takes a couple months for her to find where her new half sibling ended up (you read that right. She's the god of symmetry, Light and Dark are included in that, so Arceus and Void God both created her. Also I'm using she/her for Giratina because immortal genderless embodiments of universal concepts can use whatever pronouns they want), and when she does she offers to help him learn how to use his void powers...well, mostly. See, in this version of the Pokemon Universe not all Legendary Pokemon are gods and there are gods who aren't Legendaries, and the ones that are both tend to lean towards one or the other, so Giratina who's more Pokemon-leaning and only half-void functions very differently from Ash who isn't Pokemon at all and almost fully void, so there's some things she just can't help with.

Still, the fact that she's offering to help at all is a big relief for Delia who is doing great so far but would probably be in over her head raising what's essentially a Horror Movie Monster on her own, so Giratina makes semi-regular visits over the years both to help with powers and just to bond with her new little brother (and new mom because there is no way Delia Ketchum doesn't win her over). Also, absolutely no attempt is made to hide Ash's true nature both because I find it funny and because the Pokemon World is already weird enough that Palette Town having a baby demon just living there barely registers as noteworthy.

As far as Ash's childhood goes, it mostly follows the same beats as canon, though there are obviously some weird things that pop up. For one thing, one of his powers is that he can understand any language, including Pokemon. And, because they're sensitive to this sort of thing Pokemon can usually tell that he isn't human even without him using his more obvious powers, and that makes most wild Pokemon more receptive to him than usual.

Except birds. Birds really don't like him for some reason.

Also he turns out to have healing powers, which he finds out during that scene with Serena. Basically, he makes the cloth he ties her injury with out of some of the Void Stuff that makes up his true form, and by the time they get to Professor Oak both the cloth and the injury are gone. There are, however, side-effects, which Serena only finds out about after she moves to Kalos and Ash only finds out about years later when he saves Charmander. (I'll get to that later)

On to the first day of his Journey, things only go slightly more smoothly thanks to Ash and Pikachu being able to communicate properly, and they still get chased by every Spearow on Route 1 because all of them are trying to "Destroy the Void Spawn!" This means they still fall off the waterfall and get fished up by Misty, who gets the Full Horror Experience because after All That Shit Ash is worn out which makes him kind of Melty. And, well, Pikachu is injured, the Spearow are still coming, he can't maintain a coherent enough form to keep going on his own, and this is Season 1 Ash who can be kind of an impulsive jerk sometimes at what would normally be the bike stealing scene, so he kind of...possesses Misty and Books It.

And since this isn't a power he's ever used before and he's using it in a high-stress situation while injured, his control isn't the best, so she catches a glimpse of the Unknowable Truths of the Void, and that combined with her being there for the Biggest Thundershock Ever makes her a little...fanatical about Ash's whole Eldritch God Thing. They're still friends first and foremost and still develop something similar to their usual dynamic but the fanaticism is there, especially at the beginning. At least she's not worried about the bike this time?

Also when Ho-oh shows up he kind of visibly stumbles in midair because he was not expecting the Chosen One to be that! This is why we don't let the local Mew be the only one doing check-ins.

Anyway, Brock and Team Rocket are still their usual selves, apart from Team Rocket deciding to do research into how to fight demons so they'll actually stand a chance at stealing Pikachu so now they've got a Nacli (because salt) and a bit of an Exorcist Schtick going on.

The Charmander Incident goes a bit differently, because they just barely don't make it in time and Ash basically tells the universe NO and brings him back, which is how he finds out that his healing powers have side-effects because this time those effects are immediate. When Charmander's tail flame relights it's somehow black, he has what seems to be a new Ability that makes all his Fire-Type moves also do Ghost-Type damage, and as time goes on his scales darken until he has Shiny Charizard's color scheme. This goes further when he evolves, because he has some clear differences from a normal Charmeleon beyond just his colors, and he seems to now actually be part Ghost.

I also had some ideas for later on, like May being full of Ghosts because she's easy to get into but extremely hard to get out of or control, and Dawn being Akari who ended up as a Hisuian Zoroark and got back to the present the long way, but for now this is what I've got.

#pokemon anime #ash ketchum #horror #horror comedy #eldritch abomination #delia ketchum #giratina #arceus #the void #pokemon serena #professor oak #ash's pikachu #spearow #misty waterflower #ho-oh #brock slate #team rocket #team rocket trio #nacli #ash's charmander #may maple #pokemon dawn #pokemon akari #hisuian zoroark #i just thought having ash be an eldritch abomination but still fundamentally ash would be funny #this gets kind of dark but in a way that's usually played for laughs #if you're wondering how the trio got a nacli when they likely don't have a way to get to paldea #remember that online trading exists

[eomma-jpeg]

silly in the meadow info that was never explicitly mentioned in the fic (they may make an appearance later but they just never came up in the Big Boy)

Knives has 5 scars: 2 in his shoulders, one over his heart, and 2 in the center of his thighs. This is pulled directly from the fight in the anime !!! Vash shoots him 5 times

Milly and Knives don't have sex for..... a while after they start their relationship. I have always felt that Knives struggles with both emotional and physical intimacy and has made exceptions for Milly,,,, but sex is... its too much that early on. He almost feels unworthy or scared he'll ruin something or hurt her T-T

Pet names are always hard for me to write bc they seem so cheesy to me. I think Knives refers to Milly by her name for so long, but he does eventually start calling her "my love"

I think milly would use cute country pet names such as: pumpkin, sweetheart, honey, hon, babe. But more often than not she just calls him Nai

I'd like to think that Knives grows his hair out at least once... and Milly just... its almost too much for her. The waves and the black stripe and when he puts his hair up ? RIP Milly Thompson

So there's 5 boys and 5 girls in Milly's family, and they're named in a fun order

Girls in age order

Amy (Amelia)

Ellie (Eloise)

Penny (Penelope)

Jenny (Jennifer)

Milly (Millicent)

Boys

Arthur

Emerson

Phillip

Jonathan

Marcus

I did this bc im from Utah and big families almost always have silly naming conventions hehe

Penny works the farm mostly bc she likes doing it but also bc her husband passed away soon after their daughter was born. Secret little behind the scenes tragedy (his name was Hiro!)

I think Vash and Meryl leave soon after the ending of in the meadow. They probably stay for the next cycle and up until the market... but Meryl is getting anxious. She doesn't particularly like to stay in one spot (and Vash unsurprisingly is returning to his old habits of wanting to wander)

Milly and Knives leave too but idk how far in the future.

@veilder got me thinking about plant ethics because that is talked about in trimax but the squad never gets to truly talk about it in 98, so I love the idea of Meryl and Milly going into journalism and traveling around to report on the sentience and incredible partnership humans have with plants.

Veil also convinced and solidified the idea of the twins becoming plant engineers (?) And traveling with the girls to help their advocacy and show how to properly treat plants !!!

Roberto is Milly’s Mom's brother,,, so Melinda's maiden name is De Niro

Oh ! I have hc heights !

Knives and Vash - 6'2

Milly - 5'11 (nearly 6 feet)

Meryl - 4'11

Wolfwood - 6'1

Meryl knows that Knives' real name is Nai but ABSOLUTELY refuses to use it. She can recognize her privilege

One day, Knives says Meryl's first name quietly to her with this like stupid bratty grin on his face and Meryl is about to go screaming around the lot that Knives said her name, but then Knives says "whos gonna believe you" and Meryl just 💀💀💀 (please refer to this clip)

Knives is the little spoon (most of the time)

This will become evident with a one-shot I've written, but when Knives has night terrors or panic attacks he just crawls up on Milly and lays his head on her heart. It's a steady beat that calms his racing mind (and her body is soft....)

In accordance with recent Tristamp concept art and ideas... the twins are genderless, but are certainly masculine presenting. This means that genitalia is .... different. Please refer to @millionsknives for their sketches

This also means that I don't think bio children are plausible for either couple... and that might be a hurdle that milly has to jump. And perhaps !!! Because of this!!! They do adopt a few kids

It takes Knives a minute, but when he finally feels like Milly's family is his family,,,, all of those nieces and nephews are His Children and if anything happens to them you have Him to deal with.

I do have names, ages, and birthdays for all of the members of millys family lol

I doubt I'll ever write this, but I think one day Knives reveals some pieces of his plant nature to Milly, like wings and feathers and milly is just ENAMORED. He's so pretty already and with the added softness of feathers and wings????? Milly is done for

This is like.... a trigun hc (not just itm) that I have in my mind but the boys have 3 sets of wings. One main pair on their shoulder blades, another medium pair that sprout at their mid back and a small pair at the base of their spine. Some of Vashs wings are damaged bc of the scarring on his back.

I think if there's ever a proper marriage proposal, it'll be under the apple tree. And milly will be the one to propose

I won't reveal too much bc I would like to write this but.... but Knives is there when Milly dies. That is all I will say.

Thank you for indulging me and if I remember more I will be sure to add them lol.

Also ! If you wanna share your own hc with me plsssss do. Stick em in the tags, replies, or my inbox. I will graciously accept them 💖💖💖

#trigun #millyons #millynai #in the meadow #vashmeryl #these have been bouncing in my skull for so long

[obanaispy]

Milkmaid ✩

{ adult audience only }

who: naoya zenin x genderless reader

wc: 1,232

synopsis: our kind father naoya graces y/n with some milk <3

warnings: degrading, rough sex, sacrilegious/religious play, slapping with dick, spit , anal, oral (being face fucked), choking, bruising, light breath play, panty stuffing

notes: hi my babies! you all know i love trying out different styles so today, here’s a first person view into your life as a milkmaid for a very loved father! i really hope you dig it. let’s also remember naoya is the biggest asshole known to man so if you need comfort.. go check out another one of my fics here . i hope you all missed me like i did you. enjoy! also, happy sunday xx

milkmaid { mihlk-mayd }: a sweet person that enjoys milk (heh)

“don’t you want to make it into heaven?”

father naoya was always such a sweet man. the church was previously his fathers and he had made sure to keep the tradition of love and safety alive. not to sound like i’m sucking the mans dick though like trust me, this leads up to a reason. you see, recently i’ve been having some.. impure thoughts. sexual, sadistic dreams have been more often than not and i find my mind drifting even whilst sitting in the pews as he preaches the word of a life without sin.

“will you still respect me with my sins, father?”

“why, of course” he answered, my body relaxing as i stared at the wall separating us within the confessional. the hour was late and i could no longer hear his word with a mind tainted like mine. “what seems to be the issue, dear y/n?”. his words cut through my thoughts as my thighs tightened at the way he spoke my name. parting my lips, i took a deep breath before beginning to explain— “well.. father. lately i’ve been stuck in this.. trance-like state? my dreams have been melting fantasy with the real world and i even happen to.. see you there with me during those impure moments. am i.. possessed?” his silence almost alarmed me before i heard a deep sigh.

“my dear child.. i’m afraid that you are. luckily, i have just the solution.”

i felt my eyes water in joy, mouth opening to thank him before i was cut off abruptly. “get on your knees and face the door.”. was this still the father? his voice sounded.. grim. cold. nonetheless, i got into the position, awaiting his next move. suddenly, the door opened and he stood before me, his usual bright eyes now mimicking dark holes— hands fidgeting at his collar as he loosened it slightly. bringing a hand down, he lightly caressed my face before gripping it in a manner that went against the previous touch.

“i can help you but, you need to trust me”

“of course i trust you father. that is not a thing that needs a second guess” i whispered, panties becoming damp as i found myself lacking shame. father naoya went to unbuckle his slacks, my eyes following his movements in shock as i struggled to speak a word. before i knew it, his cock sprung out of his boxers, his hand going to stroke it until it stood up fully erect. “i will get rid of the demon that has attached itself to you.. i mean, i can not have a whore running around my sanctuary, can i?”. not giving me a second to recover from my shock and answer, he suddenly slapped me with his dick— his free hand reaching down to grip me by my hair as he yanked my head back.

“i asked you a question, slut. can i?”

“n-no father.. you can not..”. father naoya was no longer himself.. or maybe this is who he really was? i couldn’t even figure out the difference seeing as his cock pushed its way past my teeth shortly after, beginning to fuck my mouth at an unforgiving pace as he tugged at my locks harshly. “a vile.. disgusting object is what you are. coming into my holy space .. behaving as if you don’t want to be split in half by me” he gritted, harsh words causing my heart to pound. tears began to spill out onto my cheeks as he thrusted— hips suddenly pushing all the way forward to fill my mouth completely before stilling.

tapping on his leg urgently, i tried not to choke on my spit. it slowly started to coat my chin— soaking the bottom of my dress as i regulated my breath slowly. “there we go.. there we fucking go”. reaching down father naoya released my chest from my clothes, fondling my nipples as he started to buck his hips once again. i found myself bobbing my head to meet his thrust, my hand traveling between my legs.. hoping to provide my aching spot some release..

“are you fucking kidding me?”

pulling his cock out of my mouth naoya suddenly gripped my cheeks once again this time spitting directly in my face. “how dare you touch yourself in my presence, demon? do you wish to be pleasured? to feel relief? do you feel you are deserving?”. i found myself nodding, chest rising and falling as i tried to catch my breath once again. clicking his tongue, he quickly turned me around— positioning me to where my hands and knees rested against the cold floors. he did not even bother to pull down my panties, ripping them apart before shoving the fabric deep into my cunt— his large fingers joining it before slowly slipping themselves out as he proudly hummed.

father naoya spread my cheeks apart before spitting against my asshole, the action causing a whimper to fall out of my throat. shortly after, i found myself moaning as his tongue circled and filled the tight hole— hands gripping my ass hard enough to leave bruises that would refuse to leave. positioning himself behind me, his cock slowly began to push into my asshole before filling me as much as it was allowed. his thrusts were gentle for only a second before i felt him change his positioning a bit— cock now fucking my asshole wider than it’s ever been.

crying out, my fingernails crawled at the floor in pain and ecstasy, mind focusing on the feeling along with the way he grunted in between each thrust. “squeezing me so tight.. has anyone ever fucked you this good? made you feel them deep..deep inside of you?” he husked out, lips now pressing against my ear as his chest rubbed against my back. his thrusts were slowing down but becoming even harder, balls slapping against my cunt. my panties were now soaking, the feeling of being double stuffed making it difficult to even respond. one of his hands gripped at my hip as he held me in place, adrenaline too high to feel the intensity of his grip.

he gripped my neck, squeezing the sides as he brought my head up to look at his face now looming over me. “you look so fucking out of it.. pull it together and answer me.” he chuckled darkly, his brows furrowed in concentration. “no sir.. i’ve.. i’ve never been fucked so good..” i squeaked out, eyes struggling to stay open as an orgasm washed over me. naoya’s thrust became sloppy, hand squeezing hard around my neck as he let out a few frantic humps before pulling out— his hands moving quickly to make me face him before shoving his cock into my mouth to use me once again.

“worthless piece of shit.. swallow my seed and become pure. every. single. drop.”

as he released into my throat i fought back a cough, mind cloudy as i swallowed all that he had to offer— vision blurry. the father removed his cock and i felt.. sadness. looking up to him, it felt like he was the one who had been reborn— not i. this was not the kind man that frequently spoke the word of our lord.. and i truly did not hate him.

“father.. i do feel i may need a few more sessions”

he smiles.

#obanaispy #oswrites #anime #jjk smut #naoya smut #naoya zenin #naoya x y/n #naoya x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen naoya #jjk zenin

[my-naughty-writings-and-musings]

Can you write a Rung x Genderless! Bot! Reader Smut fic? If Requests are opened.

Fair warning I subscribe to the fan canon that Rung is unmatched in sexytime prowess, but absolutely!

You could hardly keep your vents coming at an even pace, but Rung didn't let off, keeping the vibrator humming at full speed between your legs. Between that and the charge dampener refusing you overload, you felt primed to burst. Teetering on the edge for so long was driving you mad, not that the small orange mech seemed to mind. If anything, having you so thoroughly under his control that you begged was exactly what he'd come for.

Tied down with just enough wiggle room to look about, you turned your helm to follow him and pleaded through your gag, voice incomprehensible despite your best efforts. Rung merely chuckled and moved into your range of sight, optics almost shining under his lenses. Dropping to one knee, he tenderly cradled your chin. For a moment you hoped he'd turn off the dampener at last, and you might finally get release, your quaking body begging for overload...

With a sweet smile, he merely turned his attention to your frame, savoring every inch of you as the coolant dripped off your steaming armor. Watching you twist and turn and whine only made it all the sweeter.

"You only have a few minutes left, dear." he promised, dipping a hand between your legs to play with you further. A helpless buck into his digits was rewarded with a loving massage of your inner thighs, encouraging you to spread them as he sweetened the deal.

"I'm so proud of you..."

Hearing the praise was almost enough to do you in, but you prevailed, staying strong until the timer went off and you were finally granted an earth shaking, time warping release that threatened to bend the ships bulkheads.

#valveplug #transformers #lemon #mtmte #maccadam #more than meets the eye #lostlight #lost light #idw #tf #ll #rung #rung x reader #bot reader #gender neutral reader #self insert

[frodothefair]

Queer Frodo

Randomly thinking about fem!Frodo for a future fic idea I've got cooking, and I've realized something. My version of fem!Frodo is actually trans-male Frodo, but the Shire lacks the vocabulary and the sociocultural framework for her trans identity to be full realized. A few facts about trans FtM Frodo, then:

--assigned female at birth and still for the most part goes by female pronouns. If she is called "he," or "Bilbo's nephew" it's almost invariably in jest, as the Shire cannot conceive of transition as a serious thing: only as a joke, or another form of being odd (or as they would completely unironically call it, "queer")

--birth name is not Frodo, but Forsythia. :). The nickname Frodo came about when someone, see item above, made a joke that she is so much like a boy that they may as well call her Frodo, after her father Drogo.

--Frodo enjoys traditionally male or at least genderless pursuits, including tramping around the Shire, thinking about adventures, pilfering mushrooms, fishing, as well as reading and writing. She is not particularly fond of activities that fall under the umbrella of "tending the hearth," or "feminine self-care."

--has more male friends than female friends. Gets antsy and feels out of place in large female gatherings. Her male friends see her as one of them

--always identifies with the male heroes in a story

--feels more comfortable in male clothing. Even when she wears a dress or skirt, it's not uncommon for her to wear a blazer over it for an androgynous style

--Bilbo is often disparaged for "letting her run wild and wear breeches." Part of the reason why she gets used to doing so, however, is because her parents passed away early, and she had relatively little oversight at Brandy Hall, while Bilbo let her continue on account of liking her free spirit.

--Sam, oddly enough, still insists on always calling her Mistress Frodo, and sees more of the feminine in her than do most people. He also sees himself in a sort of courtly love role. He dotes on her, but also puts her on a bit of a pedestal, and until she signals her interest to him, he would never dare be explicit about his feelings. Frodo does not mind Sam seeing and appreciating the feminine in her. In fact, he is one of the few people with whom she's comfortable exploring that part of her identity.

--she did wear a dress at Bilbo's 111st, and Sam recalled her dancing (not Rosie) at that party when they were on the slopes of Mount Doom. He then declared his love, and Frodo at first did not believe him, thinking he was high on lava fumes.

--really the whole reason I'm making a biologically female Frodo is so she can give birth to Sam's child and marry him in a semi socially sanctioned manner. (I mean, the Shire will still probably blow up, but mostly due to the class difference, not the trans-ness).

@konjugaltdien

#frodo baggins #lbgtq #lotr #lord of the rings #lotr frodo #genderbending

[madaboutmunson]

I wanted to try writing something a little different, so here is a mini fan fic.

Let them eat cake

Pairing: Eddie x reader (I have tried to make this genderless, and leave it up to the reader to decide)

Summary: In which Eddie acts out of character and you have to help put him back in his place

Warnings: sexual tension, Dom sub behaviour, control, and cake

"Look, You do a great job here, but this is just not gonna fly on the shop floor, ok?"

"I think you are missing a huge, unique selling point, myself!"

"Please go ahead and tell me how an employee of a music store, with their walkman on, ignoring customers is a unique selling point."

"Well, isn't it obvious? Me having my headphones on indicates that the current music playing isn't my thing, so that sends all the misfits my way, and away from Hair and Makeup."

"Ok, firstly, Chad and Rachel are the names of your colleagues. Secondly, you know many customers specifically come here to see them, and most importantly, you can only deal with the misfits if you can hear them talking to you."

"Ah, but as misfits, they are used to the cold shoulder of society, right? So it's very in keeping with their whole aesthetic."

Your boss rolls his eyes, "Look, just help out on the floor, ok? I don't want to hear another complaint about you this week, understand?" he's trying to reprimand you, but his heart isn't in it.

He folds his arms," Somehow, you are my best seller, the only person I can trust to open and close the store on their own but also my most complained about a staff member. But I am honestly tired of dealing with it. So can you just please give me a few days of peace? Maybe a quota like 2 complaints a week or something?" He asks hopefully.

"The gods work in mysterious ways", you joke and leave the office.

With your headphones still around your neck and Walkman on your hip, you head out to the floor.

At least it wasn't Saturday. You could do this just a few more days to get through with no complaints, then maybe he'll get off your case.

Scanning the shop floor, you don't immediately see any lost souls needing musical direction, so you decide to work your way through the new stock that needed putting out.

Probably best to stick to mainstream whilst the store was open. Keep the real magic for when you got to flip that door sign to 'Sorry we're Closed.'

Then is curator time. You grab the collection of oddities you had thrifted and put them in the relevant music genre sections on the other side of the store.

It wasn't that you were anti-mainstream or disliked popular music. It was just everywhere you went. Whereas the hidden gems on the other side of the store are a little more obscure. Almost like treasure hunting.

You grab a box of tapes from the back and begin refilling the charts.

Hair and Makeup at the registers greeting their fans and upselling to them via various fake flirting techniques,"Oh sure, I love this one, but have you seen the new entry at 24 this week." In the peppiest voices possible. Then leaning over the counter and whispering, "It's just like my favourite song, ever. So hot"

Or something like that.

The problem was, even with their sea of fans, they couldn't outsell you because you knew paths through music, and if you directed someone at the song at number 24 that week, you'd actually know what it was.

These pair didn't give a damn. Their whole existence seemed to be high school, sports, making out with one another, and their appearance.

They weren't terrible people. They were just what you called surfacers. People that only let you see their surface and nothing beyond. That was just a bit too Stepford wives for you to bond with, so you kept it civil. You had to spend a long time with them after all.

You salute as you go past them, "Register, babes."

They respond with smiles and in unison, "Backroom Brit!". For them, it was an inventive nickname. You shake your head.

"Anything you need, just holler!" You smile back at them.

You push through to the backroom, your sanctuary, just wall-to-wall music, music-related promo materials, and the seasonal decorations.

You grab a box of the chart stuff and head to the shelves. Your eyes scan the colossal wall of tapes, looking for gaps and filling them in with relevant singles or albums.

Halfway through the top 20, the bell over the door sounds, and two freshmen come barrelling in and head straight to the registers as usual. You look them over, kinda nerdy looking, might be here for blanks for making mixtapes for their crushes on valentines. The one with the darker hair, looking like he's growing out, potentially a rock guy. The other was much more of a mystery, his curly hair a glistening mass poking out from underneath his baseball cap. So they did come in here together...hmmm. You decide to half observe in case an opportunity to educate arose.

When Chad points straight at you, the first-year students turn around instantly. You pretend not to notice anyone looking at you. You see their shirts. Hellfire Club. That means you were right on the money with D&D nerds, who probably idolise whoever the head of it was now. Fantasy games equal heroics and dragons, maybe some Steinmann, Sabbath, Dio, maybe Manowar.

"Hey", you hear behind you.

You turn around with your big sales assistant smile, look at their t-shirts and then their faces, "Hi, how can I help you?"

"Do you make the displays around here?" The dark-haired one asks

Oh, gods, you feel a complaint incoming, "Yep, that would be me", you beam at them.

"We want to talk to you about that", the curly-haired one points over at the Heavy Metal section. You'd basically used excess Halloween decorations and just left them up. Bats, spiders, snakes, rats, webbing, and black fabric draped around the whole thing. You found some trashed baby dolls whilst thrifting and dressed one up like Michael Myers, one as Jason Voorhees and a third you'd just painted to look as horrific as possible. Today you had added a Barbie that, unfortunately, had met the scissors of a kid.

"Then let's talk, my friends. What are you looking for today? Something fresh, a classic or some inspired deep cuts?", You chirp.

They um and er between themselves, "Well, it was more about the display than anything else", the taller one says

"But we are totally going to buy something today",  the one with the baseball cap adds. Clearly, he's the brains of the operation.

You look at them expectantly as a third child bursts through the door and runs over to you.

"Sorry I'm late, but you know, practice," he says.

"Ok, guys, just to remind you, this is a business. so if you were so kind as to tell me how exactly my display can help you, that would be great."

"So, we would really like it if you could recreate this somewhere else for a party." There is a pause, "we'd pay, of course."

It's not like it would be difficult to do, and you actually enjoyed making the displays, but it wasn't anywhere near Halloween. So maybe this could work in your favour.

"You know, I think I'd be more than happy to help out. I'm Y/N," you offer to shake their hands.

The curly-haired one is first to shake on it, "I'm Dustin. This is Mike and Lucas"

"Ok, great, so now we all have names. How about I adjust this deal slightly instead of paying in cash directly to me for my decorating skills. How about we make a pact, if I am in the store, you only buy your music goods from me, including a single each today, and you let my boss know what a phenomenal help I've been today."

They are all nodding like you just set off a line of bobblehead figures.

"Ok great. Let me know the details of where and when, and I'll get it looking party ready for you."

With it being in the school, it's an easy find, and thankfully it was only a staged area in the drama department you had to decorate, so it didn't take too long to set up, which gave you plenty of time to people-watch.

The party seemed to be going well, with a good mix of people.

You look over at the three Stooges in the corner and wave. They look a little forlorn.

You are way too empathetic sometimes and can't ignore their sad little faces anymore.

"Hey guys," you smile and wave, "You all enjoying the party?"

"Oh yeah, it looks great. Thanks so much for everything."

"No, I mean, are you having fun?" You do a corny little dance at them.

"I guess we thought we'd be partying with Eddie, but he's a bit distracted tonight." You follow his eye-line and see Eddie talking to some disinterested cheerleader in the corner.

"Hmmm," you say thoughtfully, "You know I haven't introduced myself yet. Maybe I should"

"I think he looks a little busy."

You think for a moment about bringing down their hero a peg or two but decide they look sad enough already. "Maybe, but I'd like to meet the person we did all this for, and what better time than now?"

They look a little nervous, "Don't worry, I can cope alone."

You grab an extra drink and walk over, "Hi, I'm Y/n. You're Eddie, right?" You hand the cup towards him as a greeting.

He takes the drink and looks from the cheerleader to you and back again. Then, finally, he decides to cut his losses and engages with you. "The very same," he says theatrically.

"Say, you look strong. Would you mind helping me with something around the back?"

His eyebrows flash, "Lead the way", he says eagerly.

You lead Eddie behind a curtained area, "So what can I assist with?" He says flirtatiously.

"Sit!" You say calmly but sternly

"Wha-" he starts

"I said sit!" You say with more gravitas.

He immediately sits down.

Very interesting indeed.

He is sitting down, but not with that relaxed nonchalance you've seen throughout the evening. Instead, his back is straight, and he's looking at you intensely, maybe a little intimidated.

"So there are a group of kids in there, who absolutely idolise you, arranged all of this for you," you wave back at the stage area you just came out of, "and currently have the saddest puppy dog eyes I've seen in a while. All because you've spent most of the party chatting up a skirt."

"Now, there is nothing wrong with that, but just give 'em the time of day, yeah? From the kids, I get the impression that you are generally a good guy, so maybe this behaviour is a lapse in judgement. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."

You stand over him, "So what I need you to do, is go back out there and spend time with them. Is that understood?"

He nods, looking up at you with his own set of puppy dog eyes, "Good lad", you say, "now get out there and have a great time" You give his hair a pat of approval and take a few steps back.

He gets up slowly from his seat and makes eye contact with you, his mouth parted ever so slightly as if he might say something, but nothing emerges. You look over him and take your time about it before returning to his eyes. He glances at you and then scampers back to the party.

You take your time following him back in, but low and behold, he's with the guys, and they look over the moon.

You find a throne-like chair and decide to sit in it. It just feels right at the moment. Mission accomplished. You swing your legs over one of the arms.

One of the guys makes a beeline for you, "Hey, hey! I wouldn't sit there. That's Eddie's chair."

"Oh really? Well, I best get out of it then," you oblige, but not before looking Eddie dead in the eyes and taking your time getting out of the chair. All the while thinking, not anymore.

You see him swallow hard, and you smile over at him.

Gotcha.

You didn't want to make him look weak In front of his fans. They needed him on a pedestal, but it was undeniably a lot of fun, making him squirm.

You decide to attack the limited but thoughtful buffet to kill time. Of course, you could just leave, but you'd only have to come back to collect all the decorations anyway.

A little down a table, you feel that someone is looking at you. You look towards it without lifting your head, "Ah, Eddie, feeling hungry, are you?" You turn your head towards him for a moment. He gulps but says nothing. You pick up a few pretzels and put them on a plate, "Cat got your tongue?"

"No", he manages this time, but it is laced with nervous energy.

"Ah, he speaks" you laugh softly and grin at him, "Hungry?" You ask him again.

He nods.

You pick up a pretzel from your plate, twirling it between your fingertips and start moving towards him. His eyes dart around the room, but you reel them back into submission with your own soon enough.

Your stalking gets interrupted by approaching candlelight and singing, for he's a jolly good fellow. You step back and allow the kids some room to thank their idol. The cake has some icing-fueled battle scenes with 'great campaign' on it.

His whole vibe completely changes. He's gone from lost little lamb to life and soul of the party. So you move back into the outskirts of the party and crunch down on your pretzel.

For the rest of the party, you try to keep to the sidelines and as soon as the music stops, you grab a ladder and start gathering up your decorations.

Dustin, Mike, and Lucas, thank you profusely for your efforts. You smile and wave your hands in a calm-down sort of way, "We had an arrangement. Just hold up your end of the bargain, little hellions."

"Oh, we will. We'll let the others know to only buy from you too."

"Great, I can't wait to read the commendations when they start rolling in", you smile gratefully at them.

They hurry back to the other members of Hellfire, and you finish up packing everything into their respective boxes, neatly organised.

You cut yourself a slice of the cake, and a shadow grows over it. You tilt the knife and catch Eddie's reflection, "Back for more?" You say gently

He clears his throat.

You push the tip of the knife into the cake slowly, move and ease the handle down, creating the perfect cube of cake.

You check the room, and there is no one left around that you can see. You look back to Eddie, "Open", you say, looking at his mouth, which he does obediently.

You place the small cake cube between his lips, your hand cups the side of his face, your rings sparkling under the lights. Then, with your thumb, you gently push the cake behind his teeth and, with a curved index finger, hook his chin and close his mouth.

His body is statue-like, his eyes on you, waiting for the next instruction, "You may eat it." You finally allow and step back to your boxes.

This guy looks absolutely entranced by you, but you are reasonably sure he's not felt like this before as he doesn't really seem to know what to do with himself. He only seems to know that he has to keep coming back to you.

"What is happening?" You hear him whisper to himself.

You look down at his belt buckle, allow your eyes to trace their way back to his eyes, blink slowly and say softly, "Why don't you tell me?"

You smile to yourself and grab the boxes, "Until next time, cupcake," you call back as you leave.

#eddie the freak munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddiemunson #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #dominate

[irlkisukeurahara]

A bunch of Random facts about Hop and Leon in my AU Pokémon Unown: Legends Tale

They have the same birthday six years apart, November 17th.

Hop ran away from home at 15, almost 16, after three suicide attempts. Leon found him in Motostoke when he was 17.

Their family name is Callaghan, but Hop changed his last name to Walten when he ran away, after a friend (OC). Leon keeps his last name until changing it to Raihan's, Gharagozlou, when they get married.

Hop and Leon are psychic, they get it from their father. Leon didn't know until an outburst in the Unova region, when Hop's known since he was a child.

Their grandparents praised Leon for not being a psychic, as they saw psychics as subhumans. It's one of the many reasons they hated Hop.

When Leon was attacked by Eternatus in the games, Dynamax energy seeped into the wounds caused by the blast. Now, the burn scars glow and he exists as a Dynamax hotspot.

Hop has Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID). Almost all of his alters, including him, are nonhuman entities as he struggles with humanity due to his psychic ancestry.

Leon has 3C curly hair that he straightened for years until recently, however Hop has always had straight hair.

They're both autistic.

They are both Irish, however Leon was coached by Rose to speak in a Galarian accent. Leon slips into an Irish accent when angry, and essentially gets help from Hop to completely switch back to it.

They're both trans. Hop is gay, polyamorous, and demisexual, while Leon is bi with a heavy preference for men.

Rose chose Leon's name.

Their relationship starts extremely rocky. Leon takes him to Unova with the intention of having a brother bonding experience and recovering their relationship. Some time in Unova, they have an honest conversation and work towards getting closer.

After they become close again, Hop exclusively refers to Leon as Dad. They both start calling their parents and grandparents by their first names.

Hop has a giant tooth gap, having his teeth punched out by Bede in their off screen fight.

Leon dyed streaks of his hair black fading into blue. Some time towards the end of the fic canon, Hop dyes streaks of his hair blue to be connected to him.

Their father, Rory, left them when Hop was 7 and Leon was 13 to go to Kalos. Starting from the Kalos arc onwards, Rory becomes a reoccurring antagonist working for the main villain organization.

Despite being very young and queer himself, Leon doesn't understand jack shit about LGBT nuances. His understanding starts and ends with "gay, bi, ace, trans, genderless."

Hop's the one that has to teach him about those things, especially when Hop starts dating multiple men. (Bede, Arven, and two OCs)

Hop is physically disabled and chronically ill. He's projected to live to 25, but he actually dies at 32.

Hop and Dubwool are essentially soulmates. They have to spend every waking moment with each other. And as Hop dies first, Dubwool dies of a broken heart immediately following.

Dubwool is also 3 years older than Hop. Leon got Dubwool for Hop as a birthday gift by stealing one of the Wooloo from the herd outside their home, as baby Hop always pointed him out for being the largest Wooloo.

#rambles with miles #pokemon #pokémon #pokemon swsh #swsh #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon sword #pokemon shield #pokemon headcanons #headcanons #au #pokemon au #pokemon hop #pokemon leon #hop pokemon #leon pokemon #professor hop #suicide tw #tw sui implied #raihan x leon #Pokemon Unown Legends Tale

[smilingbuckley]

I FINALLY posted another fic in my Nurse Buck series! I've had many people almost beg for another part, so I hope they'll love this as much as I do.

Written for whumptober day 16: gurney

Warning: guns and gunwounds

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)

Relationship: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)

Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Original Characters, Bobby Nash, Athena Grant

Additional Tags:

Nurse Evan "Buck" Buckley, Shooting, Gun Violence, Hospitals, Gunshot Wounds, Babies, Protective Evan "Buck" Buckley, Adoption, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Hospitalization, Married Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Worried Eddie Diaz, Running, Hiding, Shooting Guns, Athena Grant and Bobby Nash are Evan "Buck" Buckley's Parents, Major Character Injury, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Hospital

Summary:

What is supposed to be a normal shift at the hospital ends in a nightmare. Buck has to try his best to keep one of the babies safe from the hands of the shooter.

--

The man clicks his tongue, "Where is my daughter?"

Buck sucks in a deep breath. "No."

"Last warning," the man tells him. He aims his gun at Buck’s other leg.

A plan forms in Buck’s mind. He doesn't know how. Maybe a mix of his training with the SEALs, being a firefighter, and having had self-defense training with Athena and Eddie respectively.

He hopes it'll turn out okay. He sends up a prayer to the God Eddie believes in, hoping that loving Eddie is enough for God to have pity on him and show mercy, even though Buck has never believed in Him. Or Her. Or Them, he always thought it would be a genderless creature. Being. Whatever.

"No," he says, gathering courage.

The man growls. It's like time slows. Buck notices his finger reaching for the trigger.

#whumptober2023 #no.16 #gurney #911 #fic #guns #buddie #evan buckley #nurse buck #nurse evan buckley #alternate universe #alternate universe hospitals #ao3 #911 fanfic #buddie fanfiction #eddie diaz #fanfiction #writing

[thewinchesterwhumpkin]

Febuwhump Day 1: Touchstarved

And so the time has come for a whump event once more. This year I am committed to finishing any and every event that I may participate in, Febuwhump 2023 included! 

Today is “touchstarved”. 

Please note that any work I produce for the month of February regarding my OC of choice, Rose, may be featured in the respective fic I am actively editing for A03. Later on in the year, likely during the summertime, I’ll post the official masterlist for this fic! Please keep a lookout. 

Yes, this is based in the Supernatural universe, although I am trying to focus more on developing my original characters through this event. Please be patient, offer feedback if desired, and enjoy! 

@febuwhump 

Content: touchstarved, angst, mention of character death, eventual fluff, self harm,  mention of abduction as blackmail, younger female Whumpee (think nineteen, young little fluffy thing), drowning, fluffy romance (nonsexual), parental male caretaker, genderless whumper for the time being

Two weeks. Two weeks since it happened.

The scene replayed itself over and over in her head, and all of time seemed to stand still. Rose’s room was a time capsule, irrelevant and unimportant to the flow of the world outside its unmoving steel door. The bedding had gone as cold as her heart, and all the reminders of Jonah were strewn across the ground in a fit of rage. She was cold too, cold like his body before they’d wrapped him in a sheet and set him aflame once the salt was spread. She willed her heartbeat to still, willed for it to stop like his heart had done beneath her trembling fingers. The fingers that were supposed to bring life, not death. The thin fingers sewn onto the hands of a monster.

Rose lay on her side, staring at her grey walls in the boxy prison she used to call her bedroom. Save for a blink, she didn’t stir, hugging herself and clutching at the raw skin on her arms with those death fingers. Burns riddled areas which hadn’t been scratched or patched by stitches. She wished for touch, his touch. But that would never come.

She saw it coming and did nothing.

Kai’s grin was malevolent and the next thing Rose knew, she was tip-tip-tipping backwards into the water. Her heels scraped against the docks, and she screamed, unable to catch herself. The rigid structure of the chair kept her from scrambling onto the dock, and instead her solid form crashed into the chilling winter waters. It all came flooding in, and the rushing cold drowned out the sounds of her family’s dismayed cries. Jonah’s pierced her most of all, causing her to inhale nice and big and deep. The water gladly took the invitation, swarming into her nose. Rose immediately wished she hadn’t, thrashing. Her knife was still above the water, in the hands of the demon. 

Like a torpedo, someone dove after her after what felt like minutes. Rose was drowning fast, with her lips adhered shut and the bay sucking her in. Her fingers were clamped tight around the iron dragging her down, rigor mortis greedily taking a preemptive effect. The evening gown she wore contributed in dragging her down to the floor of the deep. In the dark, deep blue, she could not make out who the torpedo was, though judging by the fuzzy cloud that was a shaggy head of hair, she assumed Jonah. If not for the lack of oxygen she would have been relieved. Instead, she let her head loll back, eyes fluttering. Her chest went from heavy to light, skin going numb quicker than the last time she had almost drowned. Was it supposed to be like this? 

The knife sawed at her bonds, but she felt nothing. Nothing except for the angel hands lifting her to the heavens. 

Those hands suddenly became firm and real and raw, and even rawer air smacked her straight in the face. Rose’s blurry vision was stabbed by the brilliance of the dock lights, back hitting the rough wood. Arms were wrapped around her, arms clad in soaked fabric. Rose struggled for air, and the moment she could open her mouth it became a fountain, sputtering out the bay water so she could breathe again. In the whiplash of it all, she could barely tell how long it had been since she went under. She suspected not long, because she would have drowned after four to six minutes without her airways being obstructed by tape and being bound to an iron chair, even less under her circumstances. 

“I’ve got you,” Jonah mumbled to her, though it all sounded bubbly and wrong. He pushed slimy tendrils of hair from Rose’s face, and she mustered up a smile of relief. Though he was now as cold as her, she welcomed the touch. In return, he grinned, pulling her towards his chest. That goofy smile was a source of comfort, the pearly whites with the chipped canines a relief in comparison to the straight-toothed devil. “That was scary, wasn’t it?” 

“M-mhm,” Rose mumbled, clinging on for dear life. She couldn’t get enough of the touch. 

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna get you home now. Just get up with me and we’ll get to the car.”

But they never made it to the car. 

Rose’s hand inched forward, the only movement in hours. Every one of her muscles ached with the effort as her fist curled around the lighter on her nightstand. It was Jonah’s, one of the only things she had left of him. It was a dingy, silver Zippo with a faded rattlesnake decal and a rusty hinge, but it worked just fine. He always used to argue with her during those long nights camping or the times they were left in a motel alone. His hands would run down her sides, keeping her all sweet and secure through the nightmares, and they would argue over that stupid Zippo all the while. This, this was all she had left of his touch. 

Laboriously, Rose rolled up the lower half of her tanktop, fingertips rubbing against the fresh scars she’d forged since his murder. The ghost of his pressure could be felt in those scars. Full of yearning, she lit up the Zippo. Little blue flames with a crimson crest broke from the ignitor, licking up the oxygen in the room. The only warmth in the whole damn box, this lighter. She needed it. The girl sniffed, bringing it to her skin. 

Sizzle, burn, scar, again. Purer than cigarettes, better than drowning. The flames moved along her hips, lower, lower, lower. All with that blank stare. All just to feel anything other than the pain. 

She was ready to move to her thighs when her door creaked open. She stopped. 

“Rose?”

Rose snapped the Zippo shut and set it on the nightstand, pulling her tanktop down and drawing the covers up, but the clatter was too loud for her guardian to ignore. 

“What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” Rose stammered, “I-I was… nothing.”

So funny, how that chopped up sentence spoke more truth than the lie she was trying to tell. I was nothing. I am nothing. 

Heavy footsteps made their way to her bed, a burdening weight sinking her bedside. A weathered hand reached out, pushing her hair back from her face. It was warm, so warm, and for a moment, she felt the lake water again. 

“Talk to me, kiddo.”

That was all it took for Rose to melt into her surrogate father’s arms, a hot mess of sobs and snot. Crying isn’t always pretty like it is on TV, she decided to herself, no matter who told her how beautiful her eyes sparkled when they were full of tears. At least, it wasn’t pretty on the inside. You could be a model crying to the screen, but on the inside you only felt like more of a monster. 

Neither of them said any words for a long while. It was father and daughter, alone in the grey prison. Father providing security, daughter clinging to and eating up all the contact she could before it could escape her grasp. There was one thing they both knew for damn sure.

That demon was going to be no more come March.

#febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday1 #touchstarved #femwhump #female whumpee #male caretaker #parental caretaker #demons #angels #hunters #winchester #supernatural #whumpblr #original character #not a mary sue #tw self harm #tw drowning #tw abduction

[violasmirabiles]

@someguywriting tagged me to list five favorites out of my own fics, thanks for the tag <3

(First of all a disclaimer, all but one of these have only been posted in Finnish because my main fandoms -- The Unknown Soldier and Under the North Star -- are pretty exclusively Finnish, and idk if I will ever translate them to English. I might! Who knows! It pisses me off how much Google Translate hates Finnish (fucks up the pronouns every time which might be the single worst thing, like if you look up a sentence that has a pronoun in it the ONLY alternate translation for that sentence will be the exact same thing but with a different pronoun, occasionally translates people's names literally, badly, unnecessarily, and wrong, cannot handle dialects at all). Plus there are a few English-speaking people in the Unknown Soldier fandom, and I happen to own not one but TWO different English translations of the Unknown Soldier because I’m so incredibly normal (lie) about it!! but I seriously doubt it’ll happen any time soon. BUT ANYWAY)

1) Hauntings. This is the first fic I posted in English. It's about Dan Torrance (my dearest darling, Blorbo even), Abra Stone, and the hugely traumatic moment in Doctor Sleep's climax where Dan almost kills Abra with his bare hands thinking she's Rose the Hat. It's inspired by a seminar paper I wrote in 2022 that eventually turned into my master's thesis. I was ridiculously nervous about writing and posting this, which feels a bit silly, but I just didn't have the kind of routine to Writing Fic In English™ that I have now and idk my brain made it weirder than it needed to be. (It goes the other way around in Finnish -- I know I can write decent essays but ohhhhh my GODDDDD it always starts out so sticky and slow and awkward. But it always gets easier after the sticky part. And now that I've been writing more fics in English, that's gotten a lot more natural too.) ANYWAY I got so into writing that seminar paper that even after I turned it in (a week late, running on no sleep and two ADHD medications) I was just. Sitting there vibrating because for the first time it felt like I might actually complete my degree, and also because of Blorbo Thoughts. I wrote this a couple of days later when I was feeling a bit less insane and, you know, had slept, and I really really like how it turned out. Family of all time.

2) Runoilija. Okay here we go. This is an Under the North Star ficlet. This is also the first ever Finnish-language work on AO3 with the Nonbinary Character tag (there are four in total, all written by me). This is the most personal fic I've ever written, but even just textually I think this is one of my most beautiful works. As someone who is Not Neurotypical and Very Not Straight, there's no fucking way the character this fic is about wasn't intended to be neurodivergent and queer. Though, obviously, since the Under the North Star trilogy was published between 1959 and 1962, and the character lives in the early 1900s, that... is not how he’s described. More of a "yeah he's weird but he's harmless, that's just the way he is". Importantly, his attitude to girls™ is described as "genderless" and obviously that particular word choice was what made me go HMM WHAT IF. The theme is basically "having no vocabulary for your gender experience is something that can really be so personal" and to make it super extra personal to me I made the character have an "oh" moment while learning English and finding out about gender-specific pronouns, which are not a thing in Finnish (though gender binary certainly is. Languages are cool and these things are complicated).

3) Ateenalaiset. The whole entire verse, really, but the original fic especially. It's an Unknown Soldier fic about the universally hated but Very Competent officer and the young idealistic approval-seeking officer (and the idealistic officer's fiancée) that I first started planning soon after the 2017 film came out and the fandom as we know it started to appear. Like there are two scenes in the final product that I know I talked about in a group chat in twenty goddamn seventeen. Problem was, I wasn't sure what to do with the story, where to go with it, or how I wanted to go there. I started posting it on AO3 as a multichapter in 2019 but realized it wasn't what I wanted and deleted it after maybe two chapters. Those chapters are incorporated in the final product. When it finally clicked and I started writing it for real I was supposed to be working on... a seminar paper that became the basis of my master’s thesis theory section. Heh. That paper sucked ass. But this fic. Oh man this is some of my best writing.

4) Trio. Speaking of some of my best writing, there's this. You know those posts about combining your old and new hyperfixations to create an AU that 99% of the time makes sense to precisely no one? Well. This is one of those. The Unknown Soldier and The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. Three guys from an iconic scene in the Unknown Soldier enacting the ending of GBU, over and over and over and over again. I keep switching people's places so everyone gets to be everyone many, many times over. And like. One of these characters is real quiet but somehow still has great one-liners. One is described by the author (outside the actual book) as having blond hair (a golden-haired angel, one might say). One shoots an unarmed POW in the back. All are war criminals, one rather significantly less so than the others. One ran a brothel in an occupied city during the few weeks they stayed there. Two of them, independently of one another, think about how "the worst they can throw at me is death and I can handle that". One always keeps his distance from everyone around him and everyone senses that there’s something cold and cruel about him they can't quite name. We never find out their first names. One loots every corpse he comes across, and in the 2017 film, one of those corpses turns out to be alive and he, horrified, suffocates him with his bare hands. One kicks a plate of porridge in a dead man's face and laughs about it. One says he doubts even God can bring himself to harass him. One avoided the actual fighting part of the war as much as he could but once risked his life getting the whole squad some new boots. I love love love all the implications of having each of those guys play Blondie or Tuco or Angel Eyes. They all speak so differently, they all act so differently, but they all make it work. Also I like to stir it up, have the Angel Eyes character survive and make a surprise attack. Have the Tuco character realize something's up and reload in time. Have the Angel Eyes character be a faster draw and have Blondie get shot. There are versions where everyone dies. There are shovels to hit people with. Bare hands, even. There's the very rickety cross. Truly the possibilities are endless and I'm like foaming at the mouth IASIP Pepe Silvia level insane about this fic.

5) Kotkanlento. Man I was going to put something else here but turns out I’m feeling a lot of feelings about Under the North Star today. Much like with Ateenalaiset, I'm really talking about the whole verse, it's all one big tragic story. And horny. The porn is absolutely essential to the tragedy. I think it's safe to assume that when Mr. Väinö Linna wrote about that one character drunkenly and tearfully reminiscing about how he and his long-dead friend used to get drunk together and fuck the same girls he did not mean to imply that they fucked those girls together, much less that they fucked each other, but, hey. All I'm saying is it doesn't exactly crash the canon, either. And there we have the least responsible bisexual poly relationship this side of the Häme province. I thought I was done with this verse last summer but iiiiiii don't think I am, I think there's another 15-part ficlet series on its way, I just need to figure out what exactly I want to do and what goes where. I really like writing these often nonlinear, independent of each other snippets/ficlets that are all pieces of the same fucked-up puzzle.

wow hehe these are. long ANYWAY I'm gonna tag @radiant-sunlight-blueberry, @vulptilla, @sisiljan and @caixxa. If you don't feel like doing it you can just ignore this, it's fine <3

#got tagged #ficit

[the-sheep-from-obeyme-real]

Asmodeus shower fic

(that's what it's called in my notes and I'm not changing it) alr this is my first attempt at fanfic in over 3 years, so bear with me.

also, I'm not even gonna pretend to know whether this qualifies as nsfw or not, but it wasn't written with sexual intent.

genderless/gender non-specified mc

tws: (non-sexual) nudity, slightly ooc, I think that's it(?)

You walked up the stairs and let out a sigh. The stairs were too steep anyway, damn tall people. It had been a long and bland day, and you were looking for Asmo. The house was empty except for him and Levi, but you knew that Leviathan was too focused on his new videogame to pay much attention to you, and you needed someone to talk to! Even if Levi wasn't busy he has the conversational skills of, well, someone who never leaves their room. And since no one else was home, you decided to go see Asmodeus.

You enjoyed spending time with Asmo, obviously, so hanging out with him seemed like an enjoyable way to spend however long until Beel and Belphie got back with dinner. You figured he was probably in his room, so you decided to start looking there. You couldn't help but think about where everyone else had gone. Satan had likely gone to a nearby café. Lucifer had gone out to dinner with Diavolo. As for Mammon, you assumed he was off gambling away all of his money. And Belphie and Beel were clearly out picking up dinner, as far as you're aware the only reason Belphie went with him was because they needed to make sure the food got home without Beel eating it on the way.

Walking down the hallway made it really clear how quiet it was, the only sound was your footsteps. It wasn't often for you to be alone in the house, with almost all your friends absent. But you reached for the doorknob of Asmo's room.

"Asmo?" You say a bit louder than necessary.

"In here, darling," he spoke sweetly from the other side of the door.

He opened the door, and you immediately noticed the smell of several perfumes overlapping with each other, as well as revealing Asmo standing in front of you, dressed in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, you couldn't help but stare.

"Oh, you can't take your eyes off of me, can you?" Asmo laughed softly for a moment, basking in your attention. "How about you join me then? I'd love the company."

You didn't think before letting him lead you through his room, and into his bathroom, closing both doors behind you. Asmo had already started the shower, and you could feel the steam rising around you.

He got you a towel and placed it on the counter. He removed his clothes, and then gently he helped you remove yours.

The water was warm and soothing as Asmo began to wash your hair with his strawberry-scented shampoo. His hands were so soft and delicate on your head, and you couldn't help but melt into the touch.

"It's like you were made just for me, love. You fit so nicely in my arms," Asmo whispered, his lips hovering just inches from your ear.

You couldn't deny the truth in his words. Asmo seemed to understand your body better than you did. At this moment, his touch was everything and every movement felt like it was designed specifically to relax you. You leaned back into him, reveling in the feel of his strong arms wrapped around you.

"Mhm," you murmured, leaning back into him.

As you stood there, lost in the warmth of the water and the feel of Asmo's hands on your body, you heard Beel's voice call out from the house. "We've brought dinner!"

"Ah, well, it looks like bath time is over then? How sad," he said softly, making sure he got all the soap out of your hair and quickly turning the water off.

With a sense of disappointment that the moment was over, Asmo carried you out of the shower and used your towel to dry you off. You quickly dressed and headed downstairs to join Levi and Satan, who apparently got home a few minutes ago, for dinner.

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me fanfic #obey me! asmodeus #obey me! shall we date?

[fangurk]

Puppy Love (The Cullen Family x Child! Werewolf! Reader)

Key:

Y/n - Your Name

Y/h/c - Your Hair Color

Y/e/c - Your Eye Color

Y/f/c - Your Favorite Color

Y/f/f - Your Favorite Flavor

Prompt (given to me by @inrice): but could you do something along the lines of the cullens (mainly alice) takes upon the job of raising a werewolf!reader? who's a child of course.

Summary: Alice Cullen stumbles upon a very strange, very lonely child while out on a hunt and, in true Cullen fashion, decides to take them home. Nobody knows how to take care of a werewolf or a child, but when they put in a collective effort (and bring in the help of Bella) things start getting easier...

Warning: Is this kidnapping? It might be kidnapping, fluff, slightly angsty at some parts, AU because Caius is cruel, and potentially odd genderless terms of endearment.

A/n: family fic makes the brain go brrr. so like i didn't really know how to handle the whole werewolf thing because the twilight lore is so... bare... and i wanted to write more on the family parts so it's not like a real focus but it is mentioned quite a bit. I hope that's okay! /gen

Word Count: 1.2k+

Alice wasn’t able to foresee you.

She simply stumbled across you one day on a hunt, your tiny body curled up at the base of a tree. You smelled so much of dog she almost mistook you for one, and then you looked up at her with big y/e/c eyes and she knew.

Carlisle wasn’t very happy when she brought you home.

“The Volturi will have a field day with this.” He says as he repacks his doctor bag. “The child is dangerous to have around.”

“But they're all alone, Carlisle. You said it yourself, they looked like they were out there for days— and I waited there with them until nightfall, no one came…”

Her shoulders fall and she looks at the door separating them from the rest of the family.

“Oh please just let them stay, we’ll all take care of them— if anything we’re better suited for it than anyone!”

Carlisle opens his mouth to protest but is interrupted by Esme opening the door, you asleep in her arms. All of his hesitance melts away at the sight, and at the sound of your small snores.

He sighs. “Fine, the child can stay— but we have to be careful.”

Alice nearly erupts with her joy, and Carlisle tries to hide a smile.

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They give you a nice bedroom.

Rosalie, Alice, and Esme take an entire day to shop, nearly clearing out three children’s stores in the process. They build you furniture and they paint the walls a pretty shade of y/f/c; you now own more toys and clothes than a kid can possibly comprehend.

You spend the day with Emmett, the only Cullen boy who’s comfortable getting close to you, and he introduces you to the wide range of children’s cartoons. Your browsing ended with Crashbox, something that had the big man far more into it than you, but it was fun nonetheless.

“Want to see your room, Y/n?” Rosalie hums, poking her head around the corner and flashing you a dazzling smile.

The ladies let you wander around the new space, excitement brightening your features.

Emmett is still enraptured by the TV long after you’re put to bed.

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Most days are good days.

Even if two of the family members seem a little afraid of you, you’re happy. You’re fed and clothed and loved.

But then there are bad days.

You wouldn’t eat. Nothing Esme made you was satisfactory and you were too upset and overwhelmed to let anyone know what you wanted; everyone tries to comfort you, even Jasper with his powers, but none of it really seems to work.

And then Edward comes home.

He left at some point during the crying and everyone figured that he was just bailing ship like he usually does when it comes to you. But, in reality, he somehow managed to get a cohesive reading of your mind and immediately went to someone who could help him.

“I brought Bella.” He says, gesturing awkwardly at his equally awkward girlfriend when five sets of frustrated eyes land on him.

“And I brought chicken nuggets…” The brunette human raises the bag up with a smile.

Everyone watches in confusion as you perk up a bit.

“Uh, here.” Bella crosses the room and places the bag down in front of you.

You open the bag and immediately start eating, sniffling but no longer upset. Every Cullen is reeling in shock.

“Well. What do you have to say to Bella?” Alice clears her throat, giving you an encouraging smile.

“Thank you, Bella.” You mumble, mouth full of food.

“Oh- it was actually Edward’s idea.”

You turn and thank him, beaming, and he gives you a crooked smile in return.

Afterward, Edward doesn’t really avoid you anymore.

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‘Children of the Moon’ don’t pass their lycanthropy onto their offspring.

Alice doesn’t like to think about it, but sometimes the implication that someone bit and infected you consumes her mind and it makes her want to cry.

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On the days they go to school, you do too.

They figure it’s good for you to spend time with other kids your age, and it seems to be. You always come home with crazy stories of playtime adventures and smelling of paint and crayons; the teachers love you, or more so the bright little woman who picks you up from school.

“Draw your family.” The teacher encourages one day.

You draw the Cullens.

When you proudly hand it to Alice when she picks you up from school, she lifts you up in a hug. Jasper frames your little drawing and puts it up next to all of their graduation caps.

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The full moon is pretty horrific.

In order to keep everyone safe from your tiny claws, they keep you in the basement. For hours before the transformation, you just lie down there and wail-- you’re only little, it’s only fair.

Alice sits outside and talks to you the whole time, her voice wavering and her hands shaking.

She doesn’t move after the wails turn into howls, even if it would be safer to do so.

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“Does Jasper hate me?”

You’re wrapped up in bandages, sitting on the picnic blanket with your adoptive mother and eating a sandwich too big for you as her husband pretends to do something down by the water. Alice is completely blindsided. They’ve sort of explained what they are to you, and you’ve kind of filled in blank spaces to the best of your ability, but she’s still unsure how to explain Jasper’s hesitance.

She doesn’t wind up having to.

“No,” He says, sitting down next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “I don’t. I’m actually quite fond of you darlin’.”

That alone seems to satisfy you and, over time, he loosens up a bit.

Jasper seems happier than he has in a while, listening to you talk about things little kids talk about, and Alice watches fondly with a smile.

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One of them reads a story and tucks you into bed every night.

Most times it’s Alice, sometimes Jasper joins in.

Tonight is one of those nights. You’re clean and showered, dressed in a cute little pajama set, and nestled under the covers; she’s lying down next to you, Goodnight Moon open in her hands, and he’s in a chair next to the bed.

“... goodnight noises everywhere.” She finishes, smiling at your drooping eyes and lulling head.

Carefully, she unwinds herself from you and, with the help of her husband tucks the blanket under your sides. You tug your favorite stuffed animal close to your chest, y/e/c eyes closed, and a smile on your little face.

“Goodnight, y/n.” “Night, kid.” They each say, Alice bending down to kiss your head and Jasper opting to stand there and smile.

“G’night mom and dad.”

Jasper’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head and he turns to face his wife quickly.

Alice Cullen, the girl who forgot half of her life, never felt more whole than she did standing in your room, holding her mate’s hand, and turning off the light as the hushed sound of a cricket’s song filled the big house...

tag list:

@batmanunicorns523

#alice cullen x reader #jasper hale x reader #alice cullen imagine #jasper hale imagine #the cullens x reader #the cullens #twilight imagines #twilight saga #twilight #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #edward cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #esme cullen

[amor-immortalem]

Replaced

Genre: Heavy Angst, Angst with a somewhat happy ending.

Warning: The following piece is my take on the replaced! au with Arella. Dark themes lie ahead. If you are triggered by feelings of abandonment, suicidal ideation, or outright suicide, this mini fic is not safe for you to read. Please continue at your own discretion.

A/N: I did it guys! I actually managed to break myself with this mini fic by digging into my own abandonment issues. It was fun- cathartic almost. Please enjoy! Also, spoilers for the lesson 16 incident.

What does it feel like to be replaced? If you were to ask Arella, she’d say it felt bitter and painful. Like someone was holding a white-hot branding iron to her stomach and pushing it in to the point it ate through all the layers of her skin and was now searing through her stomach or like someone was rubbing salt into a open, festering wound.

When Diavolo had announced to the other student council officers that a new exchange student would be joining their ranks, Arella was excited- especially when she found out the new student was a female- there was only so much Arella could talk about in a house full of men and one genderless individual that they would understand, all of them having been assigned male at birth and whatnot. So, another woman among their ranks would be a breath of fresh air for her. And it was for a time being- until the brothers had taken favor to this new human.

It started within months of this new exchange student arriving. One by one, her favorite demons started hanging around her more often. It wasn't like Arella could be mad at them. This human was novel and oh so different from Arella. She was everything Arella was not, from her blonde hair to her well-developed body- even her height, which matched closer to the brothers. She was everything human world media told a girl she should be. She even looked like she fit in with them- having taken to the Devildom like a duck to water even without being able to use magic.

Arella wants to be angry with this girl, but she can’t. This girl, named Melissa, was so sweet it was almost enough to make Arella sick. She was smart, innocent, and -above all else- selfless. It was apparent the boys adored her immediately. One by one, Arella was losing them to the charms of this new girl. The first to go was Satan, clearly smitten by her love of books and knowledge of obscure but very talented authors. The second to go was Asmo, often taking her out to clubs or on long shopping trips that often lasted well past curfew. And just like that the other brothers started to follow suit. Game nights between her and Levi? Gone. Drawing up budgets with Lucifer? Not anymore. Going out with Beel to cafes? Not in her wildest dreams. Naptimes up in the attic with Belphie? Hah! Fat chance. The last and most painful to pull away was Mammon- her first man. The one who swore he would always be there for her when she needed him. And oh how she needed him.

Just like when Arella had first come to the Devildom, Mammon was given the task of watching over Melissa by Lucifer. At first Arella tried to justify it as Lucifer worrying about the girl’s safety as even though his brothers had gotten better at controlling themselves, they still had their moments.

As time went on however, she started to notice the little things. Missed movie nights between them, date nights often forgotten about in favor of showing Melissa his favorite spots around the city, the loss of any physical intimacy. Soon, he stopped seeing her all together. Things that she and Mammon did together were now reserved for Melissa: casino trips, movie nights, pranks on Lucifer that would have the eldest chasing after them, running around the city until it was nearly what could considered to be the Devildom’s equivalent of dawn. She knew he was completely gone when she walked down to the dining room for supper one evening and overheard them just casually flirting. Mammon didn’t even make any attempts to dissuade Melissa’s advances. He remembered he actually had a girlfriend, right? Right?!

Or were they even a thing anymore? It had been months since they’d spent any substantial time together outside of classes and even then, he’d moved seats to sit closer to the new human. He’d either ignore her texts or straight up just ghost her altogether. As she listened to them, she had to push down the possessive tendencies that tried to force their way out of her. She pushed them back down into the flimsily locked box they had always been contained in and burying them down in the deepest parts of her mind, forcing herself to accept that she was no longer wanted- no longer loved by the family she thought she’d found. She returned to her room for the rest of the night and for the first time since the initial weeks after arriving here on her first visit, cried herself to sleep.

The next time she interacted with any of the Avatars, it was Lucifer ordering her off to school telling her that she had better not be late and tarnish the good name Lord Diavolo and the exchange programme. Arella only nodded and promptly left the house, not even bothering to finish her morning cup of tea. The walk to school was lonely, Mammon had left earlier with Melissa and it was then, with a broken heart, Arella decided she would leave them all to their new toy. They wouldn’t bother her. They didn’t need her. At least she had Solomon and the angels, didn’t she? No, it didn’t seem to be the case either judging by the mass of unanswered texts.

As she entered class, Arella took her usual seat only hoping Mammon would choose to sit with her for once, would just choose her for once in general. But it wasn’t meant to be. Of course, it wouldn’t. Why would he bother to choose her when there was someone who was much better for him than her? Someone who wasn’t selfish or possessive or... or... worthless... She subtilty looked over her shoulder to watch as they cracked jokes and laughed together and she felt tears pool in her eyes- heart aching at the thought that she would never have that again and the sweet memories she’d made with the demon. The spot she once saved for him was now taken by another demon.

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Two months more of this- it had been eleven since Melissa joined them. None of the brothers even looked Arella’s way anymore- often forgetting she lived in the house with them in the first place. When she tried to reach out to any of them it was Melissa needs this or Melissa and I are doing this, so she just stopped. She stopped eating, stopped taking care of herself save for basic hygiene needs. No one came to check on her. There were no texts, no calls, nothing. They’d gotten all they wanted out of her and now she was like a cast aside doll. She thought about reaching out to any of them but decided against it. They were demons and she was just an insignificant human. It's not like they actually cared and Arella was a fool for allowing herself to entertain the thought.

She should just go home. But where was home? The human world held nothing for her to return to. Sure, she had that degree in biochemical engineering to fall back on but after having a taste of true happiness, would she even enjoy a life doing that? Maybe she could just go back to her original plan. The plan she had made when she first signed on to the exchange programme. 23 years was certainly long enough to experience everything life had to offer, right? She always did tell herself if the year on the exchange programme didn’t work out, she’d end it all. The idea was sounding more and more appealing by the minute.

With her mind made up, Arella swung her legs over the side of the bed. A smile was painted on her face. Her cheeks stained with tears; emerald-green eyes bleary from all the crying she’d done over the past two months. No one would miss her. They left her- abandoned for the better human like she was an unwanted pet. What did she expect though? No one ever stayed. No one ever cared. No one ever loved her enough to begin with. She was always thrown away like the trash she was after her purpose was fulfilled.

With what little strength she could muster, Arella stood as she uttered a spell and a portal opened. She gladly stepped through it, finding herself in her childhood home as it closed- a place filled with nothing but suffering and pain for her. What a fitting place for her own painful end.

“Hello, Mum, Myles... I’m... home... Isn’t it lovely... that you were right after all? I’ll be with you... soon...”

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Missing his call on her D.D.D. was the first thing that Mammon noticed. He knew he hadn’t been the best boyfriend ever since the new human arrived and the demon felt guilty for that. He’d put so much energy into helping Melissa get a date with his younger brother that he hadn’t realized how much time had actually passed- how it had been almost a year since he’d done literally anything with his girlfriend. She was probably pissed at him and rightfully so. Now that he had actually looked at his calendar, there had been so many planned dates and movie nights he had missed with her and all he wanted to do was make it up to her somehow. She probably thought he didn’t want her anymore which couldn’t have been further from the truth. He missed her- missed hanging out with her, missed the dumb jokes they would crack and the laughter that followed, missed the pranks they would play on Lucifer that often ended up with them strung up from the ceiling together. He missed the late-night cuddles and having her tucked up under his arm at night as he held her close. The bed they had once shared was considerably colder now that she was no longer there.

Mammon made his way down to her room. That was the only place she could be. Arella never left her room anymore. She always left for school earlier than anyone else too, choosing to skip breakfast outright, so Mammon couldn’t even catch her to talk then. He thought about reclaiming his seat next to his human but every morning he found her chatting up another demon that had taken his old seat. He often felt his possessiveness spike most during those times but did he even have the right to feel that way after neglecting her for the past eleven months?

As he drew closer to her room, he could see Beel knocking at her door, asking if she’d like to go visit that new café she had mentioned a couple weeks ago. When there was no answer, the Avatar of Gluttony would frown, unsure if she was just asleep or just actively ignoring him. That was the second sign something was wrong. No matter what happened, at the end of the day, Arella was always happy to entertain their whims.

“She’s not answerin’ ya, is she?” The second-born asks as the sixth-born shakes his head, looking like an abandoned puppy on the side of the road. “I’ll go in ‘n see if she’s awake. I have to talk to ‘er anyway.”

Beelzebub nodded as he left back to the kitchen- likely to eat his hurt feelings away. None of them really had the right to feel this way after they’d just ghosted their favorite human though. As he opened the door, Mammon stopped dead in his tracks. She wasn’t there, her phone lay on the bed lit up with missed texts from Asmo and Levi.

Immediately, he took off for Lucifer’s study. If anyone would know her whereabouts it would be Lucifer, right? The family patriarch had the uncanny ability to know exactly where every resident of the House of Lamentation was at any given time so long as they were still in the Devildom.

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After considering her options, Arella was left indecisive. There were a number of ways she could end her own life. She wouldn’t lie, before the exchange programme she would fantasize about the many ways she could kill herself. Would it be by hanging like she found Myles? Or perhaps she could slit her wrists like her beloved mother. If the car in the garage still worked, carbon monoxide poisoning was a valid option too. There were sleeping pills up in the medicine cabinet- a large handful of those would definitely do the trick... Ah choices, choices. As she smiled to herself, the human wondered if any of the brothers had noticed she wasn’t in the house anymore. The chances were unlikely as they were all too busy with their new human but if they had, who was it?

Would it be Asmo, Levi, Belphegor? Surely, it wouldn’t have been Mammon. He’d long since moved on, probably enjoying the start of a new relationship with Melissa. It hurt that he couldn’t have been bothered to even break up with Arella in the first place. What happened to forever? Had it all been the honeyed words of a liar?

She shook her head. It was best not to think too much on it but she still couldn’t help it. Once she was gone- once their pact faded away- would he regret this? Would he regret losing the person who loved him so unconditionally that it was almost embarrassing?

With her mind made up, Arella grabbed a knife from one of the drawers in the kitchen and carried herself up to the master bedroom where she had found her mother four years prior. As she lie on the bed, she pressed the knife to her wrist deep enough to cause substantial bleeding. She drags the blade up her arm, watching as the crimson liquid gushed from the from the wound. She thinks it’s beautiful- a fitting end for a vile creature such as herself.

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“Lucifer!”

“What, Mammon?” The eldest didn’t even bother to look up from the ever-growing stack of paperwork on his desk.

“Did Arella have plans tonight?” The Avatar of Greed asks as his brother finally looks up at him.

“Not that I’m aware of, but I also haven’t seen her all day. As her mate, you should know, shouldn’t you? As far as I’m aware, Arella hasn’t left the house and is still in her room probably practicing her mag-”

In that moment, both demons felt a sharp pain shoot up their arm as if someone had taken a knife and was drawing a line up the inside of their arm. The same pain was radiating from the places where their pact marks were located. Mammon clutched at his chest as he fell to his knees, the symbol representing his girlfriend radiating with pain that reached down to his heart. If the screams of the others were anything to go by, they felt the same thing.

“She’s not in her room!” The white-hair demon manages to gasp out. What scares him most is that he can feel their pact fading away.

Lucifer’s heart leapt up in his throat as the realization hit him. It wasn’t her practicing magic that he had sensed earlier, it was her casting a spell. She opened a portal to the human world and had gone through. He now realizes the mistake they’ve made as he remembers back to the confession she had made to him over a year ago one night when neither of them could sleep and opted for a late-night cup of tea. She had told him that he and his brothers had saved her life that first year during the exchange programme. That if things hadn’t worked out so well, she had planned to take her own life. Back then, he thought nothing much of it since the problem had resolved itself. But with how they had essentially pushed her aside in favor of Melissa, she would have felt unwanted bringing the suicidal thoughts back full force. They had to get to her and fast before it was too late.

Always fast on his feet the eldest, opens a portal of his own, knowing of only one place she would go to take her own life. Both brothers would hop through, landing in the dusty house with a thud. The smell hit them faster than either of them could process it. Blood. And a lot of it at that.

Mammon was the first to scramble for the stairs while Lucifer made a break for the phone, having forgotten his D.D.D. on his desk in the rush to get through the portal. The second-born knows the layout of Arella's house too well, having been here with her multiple times before this. Back in better times when she knew just how much he loved her. As the smell of fresh blood grows stronger, he finds her resting on the bed, a smile on her face as the knife lay between her body and the arm that was still slowly losing blood.

Faster than a flash of lightning, the demon tore his belt off and was on the bed immediately. He took her arm, fastening his belt around the upper part in a tourniquet to stop the blood flow. He shook her frantically, tears spilling down his face freely.

“Arella! Arella! C'mon, baby, wake up! Please!” His voice came out in a scream and he could only vaguely hear his brother speaking on the phone with emergency services. “We’re sorry! Don’t leave us! Don’t leave me!”

With every passing second, Mammon could feel her life slipping away through the pact that was still searing his heart. This was the price of his actions- of all their actions. Her blood was on his hands, literally. He should have done more. He should have been there. He could have called or texted or even just picked up the damn phone when she had called him, but instead just like the blood that had slipped from her arm, the Avatar of Greed let her slip through his fingers. She was gone and there was no bringing his human back this time like they had when Belphie threw her body down the stairs after he’d strangle her to death. He and his brothers had spent all that time protecting her from other demons but they couldn’t protect her from themselves.

Once the EMT’s got there, the demon stepped back from the blood-soaked bed in a state of shock- a state of disbelief. There was nothing they could do for her now. She had no pulse, no signs of life. He dropped to his knees unable to believe that his human was truly gone. His throat felt tight as more tears came. He was only just able to register the feeling of the Avatar of Pride’s embrace as they cried together- something they hadn’t done since the fall, since Lilith passed.

The two demons were informed that the coroner would arrive to collect her body shortly as they left the room. Slowly they got up, Mammon taking her body in his arms as he fought back the urge to sob. The pair returned to the House of Lamentation with Arella’s body in tow, cradled carefully in her mate’s arms. As they stepped through, they were met by their brothers and Melissa. Even the Angels, Solomon, and the Royals were there waiting.

“She’s gone,” The eldest’s voice cracked as a pained grimace formed on his face, more tears slipping down his face. Mammon couldn’t even lift his head to look them in the eyes as the crying, wailing, sobbing started.

“We didn’t deserve ‘er.” The second-born chokes on his tears, feeling utterly broken inside. “We did this to ‘er. All... All seven of us did this... She reached out to alla us ‘n we ignored ‘er.” He’s the angriest with himself.

The prince and his butler only watch on, tears in their eyes. Diavolo remembers all the good times they’ve had with Arella. The way she made the lives of the Avatars better, the fun she brought to the student council meetings, the beautiful light she’d brought to the Devildom. She’d made such an impact on the lives of all of these demons and angels. As selfish as it was, Diavolo didn’t want to let any of that go.

“Bring her back, Barbatos.” He orders and his loyal servant steps forward.

“Place her on the ground, Mammon.” Barbatos says calmly, almost as if he’s done this a thousand times and for some reason the Avatar of Greed obeys the order.

Once she’s on the ground, the green-haired demon pulls open her mouth and takes Mammon’s hand in his, producing a dagger and slicing the white-haired demon’s palm tipping it to side and allows the blood to drop into Arella’s mouth. As the crimson liquid flows down her throat, the effect is immediate- Arella's body convulsing violently before she gasps for breath as the gash along the inside of her arm heals.

Everyone- demons, angels, and humans alike- stare wide-eyed at the scene. Lucifer looks up to his longtime friend in disbelief. He had just...

“Let this teach you all a very painful lesson. I’ve given her life as a demon, do not take this chance for granted. You will not get it again. She needs rest for now, but in a day or two, Arella will reawaken.” The prince’s voice is stern as he peers down at the former human who would now become a very powerful demon. “Treat her right this time.”

It’s with that that Diavolo and Barbatos take their leave. The rest was up to the brothers now to care for her and right the wrongs they’ve made.

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