#and before people start piss on the pooring me: there is a clear line to be drawn between outright bigots who should just be silenced and

[phoebespenglers]

if your "activism" is more focused on sending death threats to and bullying the people with opposing viewpoints to your own than actually helping the marginalized people you claim to care about, then you're no activist. you're just a dick and a bully

#this was sitting in my drafts for a while and idk why #anyway. yeah ummm telling people to kill themselves on twitter becajse their worldview does not 100% align with yours is not helping your #-cause actually! #and before people start piss on the pooring me: there is a clear line to be drawn between outright bigots who should just be silenced and #-blocked on sight and people who genuinely don't know any better or are just parroting what they've heard in their social circle. #-like. a random twitter user saying some dumb shit is not the same as a republican senator saying that they want to murder trans people #u get what i mean? #anyway if anything sending death threats to people doesn't help your cause. it drives people away from it. #if you want to be an activist then actually care abt the people you claim to be uplifting #bee.txt

[sonicboomseason3]

a brief recap of what has been going on with the sonic movieverse in the past several months:

paramount has come out in public support of israel

keanu reeves, a man who has publicly rubbed elbows with none other than benjamin netanyahu, reportedly gets cast as shadow for the upcoming third movie

james marsden, the guy who plays tom, got exposed as having written a letter of support for a convicted pedophile

there's fucking??? zionist propaganda in the knuckles series???

kind of connected to the last point but adam pally, the guy who plays wade, is evidently pro-israel too

this is a complete and utter joke.

EDIT AS OF 4/30/24: if people see this version of the post, i'd really appreciate it if you reblog it instead of the other versions, as it's the most updated one with all the information that i want included. thank you :]

you know, it's been a few days since i've made this post, and some of you (not most) are staying determined in defending/justifying/giving the benefit of the doubt to keanu for that photo with netanyahu, whether it's because "it was a decade ago," "him being civil to someone he ran into at a party one time doesn't mean anything," "he's probably just silent because his pr managers won't allow him to speak up," etc. i've made my thoughts on the matter quite clear by directly responding to these people, but at this point, i'm tired of both seeing them in my notes and repeating myself, so take this as my final word on the issue.

i can't help it if you don't think the photo with netanyahu is damning, and i'm done engaging with everyone going out of their way to tell me that. i obviously disagree, especially after finding out that 1. the host of the party, arnon milchan, is a former israeli spy who has a history of developing israel's nuclear program and promoting apartheid in south africa (information that had broken out a few months prior to the party and thus would've been fresh news around the time keanu chose to attend) and 2. keanu has been caught hanging around at least two other weirdos, but if you don't find any of that to be cause for reasonable concern, then there really is nothing else i can say afaik.

with all that said, i'm beginning to realize how strange it is that these people's first instinct when seeing this post is to start debating about keanu's political stances without ever acknowledging any of the other bullet points. you guys realize that this isn't just about him, right? i know tumblr reading comprehension is known for being piss-poor, but like… you realize that i was trying to make a point of how there are MULTIPLE terrible things that have broken out about the people and company involved in the sonic movies, right? and yet, a lot of the people leaping to speak on keanu's behalf in my notes are completely ignoring the parts where i bring up paramount, pally, etc. all in favor of zeroing in on the singular point about keanu and making bad faith assumptions about me for holding him accountable. really makes one wonder where your priorities lie if, in a post that talks about so many other things, me accusing an a-list celebrity with, according to google, a net worth of almost $400 million is where you draw the line and apparently the only thing worth your acknowledgment.

ultimately, what i'm trying to say is that the intention of this post was just to gather up everything that i had been hearing for the past several months and put it all together in one place. there were a bunch of people who didn't know about at least one of the bullet points before seeing this post, and i'm glad that i could help inform them, that was what i was hoping to do! but as for the keanu thing, i've said pretty much all i can say for now, and i don't want to derail the original post even more than i may have already. unless something new comes up, i'm done talking about him.

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic movie #.sbs3 #yeah no i WILL be annoying about this #because what the fuck

[rosetterer]

bucktommy prompt: different (flirty) first meeting 🤭

mornings are sweeter with you

Apparently, Starbucks is a popular place very early on a Monday morning. Who would've thought?

Buck feels like an idiot as he rambles his order to the poor, stressed-out-looking young woman on the other side of the counter, knowing, that he's already five minutes late and will likely have to wait for plenty more minutes, judging by the way the line only seems to keep growing.

And there will be traffic. Bobby is going to be pissed.

He had a horrible night and knows that it’s not an excuse but having only slept five hours because of the stupid nightmares that have taken over his mind ever since being released from the hospital, he needs caffeine before he gets to work.

He pays and goes to stand off to the side, where at least six other people are waiting for their to-go drinks. He stands further away from them and closer to the counter so that he doesn't get in their way and so that he gets a better view of the blonde woman yelling at the manager for having their employee screw up their order.

He checks his phone, only to pocket it soon after when the messages from 118 come in, asking where the hell he is. Buck isn’t the type to be late, he really isn’t. In fact, he loves to be early just about everywhere. But today, coffee is more important than anything else.

When the woman who took his order places a cup on the counter, calls out a name that Buck doesn’t hear because he’s still half-stuck in his thoughts and stares at him for a few seconds, Buck steps toward the counter and grabs the cup in his hand.

”That was fast,” he mumbles to himself, and despite feeling horrible for the workers getting yelled at for making drinks wrong, he has to make sure that it isn’t the case with his own drink.

So he takes a sip and swallows the cold liquid down with a small frown on his face.

It’s not correct. It’s nowhere near correct.

”What the hell?” He whispers and eyes the line that goes out the front door.

He doesn’t have time to go to the end of the line and wait for his turn to tell them that they made a mistake.

And so he speaks up, even though he feels terrible about it.

”Excuse me?” He says, trying to sound as polite as possible despite the stress of being late weighing down on him.

The woman who took his order looks at him as she makes another drink.

”My coffee, it’s made wrong,” he says.

The woman sighs and sets the cup she has in her hands to the side and walks over to him. Before she gets the chance to say anything, somebody comes to stand right next to Buck, casting a shadow on the counter in front of him.

”That could be because it’s mine,” an unfamiliar voice says and Buck turns to look at the person it belongs to.

The man is a little taller than him and the first thing Buck notices is the way that the outer corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles.

”Here. Look,” the man says, taking the cup out of Buck’s hand, brushing their fingers together for a split second, ”Tommy.”

Buck tears his eyes away from the man’s face and looks down at the cup. Written on its surface with a black marker is a name that apparently belongs to the man in front of him.

Now he feels even more like an idiot, ”Oh my God, I am so sorry, I-”

"Don't worry about it," Tommy tells him with a small wave of a hand and another smile. He leans against the counter. "I guess someone is in desperate need of coffee."

Buck gulps, ”You- You could say that.”

”Is your name Evan?” Another woman, also standing on the other side of the counter, asks.

”Uh…” Buck shakes his head to make his mind more clear again. He’d started telling them his real name after someone misheard him and wrote ’Fuck’ on his cup last year. ”Yeah, it is.”

”Here’s your drink,” she tells him, placing the cup on the counter in front of him.

The two workers hurry off to work on the other orders.

”I can pay for your coffee. As an apology,” Buck tells Tommy, nodding toward his drink, ”Or you can have mine, and- and I can finish yours since I already got my lips all over it.”

God, that’s a weird way to say it.

”I mean-”

Tommy chuckles. Buck has to stare down at his shoes for a moment, allowing the warmth spreading to his cheeks to go away.

”I’m willing to taste yours,” Tommy tells him then, already reaching for the cup in Buck’s hand.

And Buck gives it to him, willingly, and makes sure to touch the man’s hand to feel his skin again. A little rough, a little soft.

He is so confused by everything right now.

He watches Tommy take a sip and frown at the drink the same way he did a moment ago.

”That is… quite something, Evan.”

The way his name sounds like coming from the stranger makes his heart skip a beat.

Buck decides to ignore it and chuckles instead, ”Well, I wouldn’t talk if I were you, I mean… That was terrible.”

Tommy laughs right back at him and Buck bets that if he rested his head against Tommy’s chest, he would feel the rumble of it.

”Well, to be fair, that isn’t my usual order,” Tommy tells him, still leaning against the counter in a way that makes his shirt a little tight around his biceps.

Not that Buck is looking or anything.

”A friend of mine told me that the Starbucks near them is giving out drinks in rainbow cups for Pride Month if you order a certain kind of drink,” Tommy explains. ”Either they were fucking with me or that’s just not the case at this particular Starbucks.”

Buck nods, only half-listening. For some reason, his eyes are focused on Tommy’s cleft chin.

”W- What do you usually order then?” Buck finds himself asking, now looking up at the light blue eyes staring back at him.

”A flat white with two sugars. If I’m ordering from Starbucks, it’s a Venti but if from any other place, it’s just a large,” Tommy chuckles and Buck swears that he sees his eyes looking him up and down for a split second, ”That’s the way I like it. Tall, light… Sweet.”

Buck has to swallow again. He leans against the counter as well, not really knowing what else to do, ”S- So what did you order today?”

”Iced coffee with oat milk,” Tommy says. ”Judging from the way you reacted… Not good?”

”No,” Buck says with a slightly more relaxed laugh. ”Not great. And you didn’t even get a rainbow cup.”

”No, I didn’t,” Tommy chuckles under his breath. ”My friend must think they’re very funny, getting me to order something like this.”

He places the cup with the iced coffee on the counter, pushing it back gently to make it clear that he doesn't want it, and then hands Buck his cup back.

"I could uh…" Buck starts, trying not to focus on the way that Tommy's fingers scrape against his once more. "I could buy you a coffee from this other place I usually go to on my days off. It's a five-minute walk but I mean… You need your caffeine too. I could even draw a rainbow on your cup if you want me to."

Tommy smiles at him widely and tilts his head a little. Cute.

"I'd love that but I've got to take a raincheck," he says, glancing down at his watch. "My shift starts in half an hour, so…"

”Oh,” Buck mumbles under his breath and takes a quick sip of his coffee.

He doesn’t think about the fact that Tommy’s lips rested in the same spot of the cup just a moment ago. He really doesn’t.

"But I'd love to do that sometime," Tommy continues then and grabs one of the many markers on the counter.

He leans forward and for a moment Buck stiffens for no good reason, and watches as Tommy writes something on the side of his cup. He twists it around to see it when Tommy is done and smiling proudly.

On top of ’Evan’, it now says: Call me sometime, and under his name is Tommy’s phone number.

Buck smiles at him, ”I will.”

”Great. It was lovely to meet you, Evan,” Tommy says then and pats him gently on the shoulder. ”I’ve got to get going now, I just know the traffic’s going to be terrible. Don’t forget to call. I’m going to hold onto that promise of a drawn rainbow on my coffee cup.”

”Y- Yeah, I’ll…” Buck has to clear his throat. The spot on his shoulder where Tommy’s hand just was feels like it’s burning. ”I’ll work on my drawing skills.”

Tommy smiles once more as he starts making his way out of the Starbucks. Buck’s eyes follow him.

”Bye, Evan!”

”Bye,” Buck whispers back when Tommy is already out the door.

He stands there, holding his cup until a very annoyed man rushes toward the counter, nearly knocking him out of the way. Buck walks out as well and looks around a bit to see if he can get one more glimpse of the man he just met. He doesn't see him anywhere but just the thought of him makes Buck smile.

Coffee tastes better now than ever before and even the sun seems to shine brighter and warmer.

And despite being late, Buck isn’t in a hurry.

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This turned out better than I thought it would, so I also posted it on AO3 :) Here's the link: mornings are sweeter with you - rosetterer - 9-1-1 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Thank you Anon for the idea!

#bucktommy #bucktommy fanfiction #rose answers #prompt fill

[istoleyoursk1n]

Could I request a durge who, while they have more control of their urges than most other Bhaalspawn, will sometimes blurt the urges out in conversation to try and get someone to help them stop doing it just in case they try? It's half sweet and half chaotic, because on one hand, aw durge trusts them! But also, durge and the character were just having a nice evening stroll in a park when they turned to the character and bluntly said "Can you tie me down before I kill that couple over there?"

With Roland, Dammon and Wyll please!

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How would Rolan, Dammon, and Wyll react to a Durge who blurts out their urges?

Context: Durge starts blurting unhinged things out like “Can you tie me down before I kill that could over there?!” (I find this so funny)

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: ̗̀➛ ROLAN

“Gods damnit again?! What is it, the fourth time this week?! Can you behave enough to whisper when you utter those violent little thoughts of yours? It's like you want every damn person here to hear you! You’re embarrassing us both y’know!”

You what?! <— His live reaction caught in 4k

He’s well aware of your urges by now but they never fail to startle him. You always seem to blurt them out during the worst times too. He’s spilled his drink once because of you!

He goes from having to quickly shush your mouth by placing his own hand over it, to not so subtly scooting you away from everyone, and then having to use every damn magic trick in the book just to keep you from lunging at people.

He seems more annoyed than scared to be honest, having to scold you once again about ‘not ruining happy couples’ and to ‘stop trying to bite that dwarves leg’.

The whole situation ends up looking like both of you play fighting or Rolan trying to tend to a rabid dog. Either way, it's absolutely hilarious to everywhere who may bear witness to it all.

Eventually, when he's managed to get you to calm down, he’d be able to help talk things out with you, finding out proper ways on how this ‘urge’ of yours could be tamed without the need of you hurting yourself or others.

To his dismay, he cares for you deeply and despite it all, he’d be willing enough to help you through each and every one of your urges no matter how much of a hassle it all is to overcome.

And hey! If someone truly does piss him off, he has you to rely on to immediately go chasing after the poor soul with bared teeth.

: ̗̀➛ DAMMON

“Hells, just hold onto me okay? We’ll get you home and away from this crowd if you think the urges are getting far too overwhelming. Don't you worry, we’ll be back in no time, just squeeze my hand and it’ll all be alright.”

He kind of just stood there awkwardly at first when he first heard you blurt out your urges. He’s so surprised by them that he needs to blink five times before actually processing what you just said.

It would be during the most unsuspecting times too like whenever the both of you were relaxing together side by side whilst eating a nice warm meal then suddenly you’d say something along the lines of ‘dwarf tastes better’.

He’s very much concerned about you and your mental state but he cares for you enough to listen and lend you a hand whenever you do decide to blurt out your urges.

At least then it gives him a clear sign as to when he should be tying you down or locking you in a room for the day.

He hates having to tie you up when your urges get worse, seeing you lash about and growl at him just pains him because he can't imagine the amount of stress you actually going through just to hold yourself back.

He’s probably been scratched by you a few times while he was trying to calm you down but he never once took it against you. Instead, those became his favorite scars all cause they came from you.

He would stay with you no matter how dangerous you say you are. He’d make sure that you’d have food and he’d feed you every time you’re mind was too scattered to eat yourself during the moments when you had to be tied up; for even the fear of dying by your hands does not scare him.

Though it does become an actual shitshow during the times he actually has to wrestle you down. It's funny to watch but Gods does it exhaust him.

: ̗̀➛ WYLL

“By the hells, Is it that time again? Alright, calm down, just breathe with me okay? You're going to be just fine. Now quickly, let's get you somewhere safe before the worst comes to show, I doubt you’d want that poor couple overhearing what you said.”

He goes wide-eyed concerned for a moment as soon as your violent urges suddenly come out of your mouth. He truly could never not be shocked for when and where you say such things.

He’s somehow extremely prepared for it though that it's mildly concerning.

The first step is to take you away from any person aside from him in sight, if you are close to home, even better! But ideally, he either takes you to a secluded forest or an alleyway.

Next, he very gently restrains you whilst reassuring you that everything is going to be just fine. Better to restrain you while you're still in control of your own thoughts rather than when you go full-on feral mode.

He even has a timer for it. If for an hour or so you don't act up and remain calm then he lets you go but if you start lashing out then he knows it’s time for him to probably pull an all-nighter just to make sure you and the others don't get hurt. Note that either way, he stays with you.

He’ll be your number-one supporter in helping you control and contain your violent urges, always giving you hope in times when all you can see is blood red.

He’ll always have a plate of food ready for you when the urges finally settle and you’re back in the right state of mind. Perhaps even a warm bath if you're both in the comforts of your home.

Truth be told, the real reason he stays by your side is not just cause he cares but because one moment he looked away for about ten seconds, and you suddenly disappeared. The poor man nearly had a panic attack.

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#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 headcanon #bg3 headcanons #bg3 x reader #bg3 rolan #bg3 dammon #bg3 wyll #rolan #dammon #wyll

[traitorca]

My Iron Lung - The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader: 1

Masterlist

Disoriented.

Disoriented was the only word that could be used to explain that agonizing plane trip to Georgia, and in following, the extensive drive to Kings County. Your childhood home, the one in which you shared with your older brother, Rick, the same man who was shot in a police chase and left in a comatose state in the hospital.

When you got the call, it was late that evening, having just clocked out of work early to get some very needed shut eye. You hadn’t slept in days, being called to the office to investigate a newly reported bacteria in one of the patients donated for study.

You were walking to your car, the bastard sitting alone in an empty hospital lot. You had stayed late tonight, being the last to finalize a recent study.

“Hey-! Lori, just the girl I was missing.” You cheered, exhaustion lacing your tone as you opened your car door. “What’s up?”

There was no response, just heavy breathing, an unfocused mind on the other side of the phone. You could tell something was very wrong.

“Lo?” Your voice came out more raw than intended, worry now flooding your mind. You knew of your brother’s marital issues. Christ, he’d call you in distress, day by day about the countless nonsense they chose to argue about. “Lo? Did you guys fight-? Hey, you’re okay right?” You knew Rick wasn’t aggressive, never in your life could you imagine he’d get violent, not with Lori. He treated that woman as if she was fragile, like he was afraid to speak his mind. That’s what pissed her off so much, you knew that. “Just- breathe! Hey, it’s okay-“

“No-“ Lori’s voice croaked out, pained, broken whimpers following as she failed to keep her composure.

“Oh, sweetheart.” You frowned, adjusting your position in your front seat. The doors were locked, key resting in the cars ignition. “Really- it’s going to be okay-“

“Rick’s been shot-!”

You fell silent, jaw slacking as your eyes nearly widened out of their sockets. Your lips quivered, small cracks of sound escaping your throat before you cleared it. “..he’s dead?”

It was more of a statement than a question. You didn’t want to know the answer, but at the same time, you needed it.

“..No- no, not yet. He’s- he’s in the hospital right now- he’s in a coma they said.” She was afraid to answer, voice shaking as if she couldn’t believe it herself. This poor woman.

Carl. Oh, poor Carl.

“I’m coming.”

“Oh-“ Lori sounded relieved, her breath releasing as if she had been holding it in. “Oh- but I don’t want you to get in trouble with your job-“

“That’s my brother, Lori.” You whisper “and you’re my family. You need me more than they do.” Do not cry. Do not cry. Do not cry. He was still alive- you could make it to see him.

“Oh god-“ she started to cry, her voice breaking under the pressure, long ugly sobs releasing into the phone.

“I’m coming, Lo. I promise.”

Working as an epidemiologist was plenty difficult, but being across seas was even harder. You and your brother shared many values, one of them being family oriented. You loved your family. Your sister in law, your nephew, your parents, but your brother was the closest person you ever had to a best friend. Seeing as you grew up quite sheltered under the protection of your older brother and his best friend, Shane, you never found the need to venture outside that circle.

That was until you all grew up, and they chose their professions, and you chose yours.

“Remember when we were little and I stole your toy truck?” You whispered, firm hand gripping his own. Rick looked like every other body you had seen in your line of work. But he wasn’t like them.

That seems like a insensitive thing to say- as if those bodies weren’t people too, once alive- laughing, crying- breathing people. (ironic considering what you’re reading huh? guess we’re all just bodies in the grand scheme of things.) but the difference was- Rick wasn’t dead. He was in an induced comatose state, hooked up to several ivs, machines clicking and beeping as they worked to keep him stabilized. It sounded like your new life, the sounds you had grown so accustomed to- now surrounding the memories of a life you once lived.

They had gone into surgery before you had even arrived, bullet wounds dressed in thick, white bandages. You wouldn’t label yourself as a paranoid individual, but you wouldn’t lie when you said you checked them at least once or twice since you had been there. They had to force you out by the time visitation hours closed- you begged, attempting to use your badge, your rank as an individual, to stay with him in the hospital. Your brother had always been a protector- but seeing him now, you felt as if it was your time to return the favor. Alas, most people in the United States who worked in healthcare were jackasses, so they were the least bit lenient, and you were sent home.

Shane had temporarily moved in with Lori and Carl, your sister in-law and nephew almost dependent on him as Rick slipped into his unresponsive state. You didn’t blame her for needing the extra help, that’s why you had flown all the way from the UK to see her.

Now, you would say your relationship with Shane was strained- you two definitely got along FAIRLY well in your youth- but let’s just say, his aggravating ass could’ve been an attributing factor to your occupation being across the ocean. So seeing him now- well, you wished it'd be under better circumstances- this didn’t really give you the chance to be an ass towards him.

“Hey, Aunt Y/N-“ Carl started.

“Yeah babe?”

“What’s it like? In Europe?” He came to sit next to you, the couch barely shifting underneath his weight.

“It’s not as hot as this, I can tell you that. Jesus Christ, I don’t know how you put up with it. So glad I left-“

He giggled at that, head leaning down upon your shoulder. You smiled. You had never given a thought to having kids- hell, you never really dwelled on relationships. High School was a mess, leaving you with an untasteful look into what future relationships could hold for you- highschool sweethearts were hard to come by, Lori and Rick being an exception, but even now you could attest that there was nothing “sweet” about them. They had a rocky relationship, as much as you’d like to say you didn’t blame either of them for their quarrels, Lori left you often surprised at what problem she had conjured up against your brother. Nevertheless, your brother raised you right, and you knew she meant well. For the most part.

“It’s not that bad! We have ice cream-“

“Oooh yes, Ice Cream.” Shane joined in, walking over to the couch with a mug in his hand. Coffee sounded so good right now. “Y/N, I didn’t get to welcome you back properly- so, I hope this will suffice. You’ve been real busy with Rick- so. Relax a bit.”

You take the mug almost immediately, eyelids slightly lowering as you brought it near to your face. You sipped from it, body immediately encased in a foreign warmth. You couldn’t imagine a world without coffee. (Woo child, get ready too.) “Relaxing would be wonderful, Shane. If only that was possible.”

He laughed, save his questionable sense of humor, as his hands went to mess with the remote control to the tv.

“Can I have some coffee-?” Carl curiously asked, eyes wide as he took in the glorious mug cemented in your hands. He half expected you to hiss, like a vampire revealed in the light- but you merely smiled, hands lowering the mug to his lips.

“Careful Carl, it’s hot.” You giggled. He honestly felt more like a brother than a nephew, reminding you of Rick when he was younger. It was uncanny.

He took one sip and recoiled- cheeks puffing out as heat swelled to his face. “Gross-! It tastes burnt!”

“Yeah, because there’s no sugar in it, idiot.” You responded, hand going to mess with his hair. He groaned in response, body sinking into the couch to avoid your hand. Despite the noise, Shane seemed rather distracted by what was on the tv, driving your attention away from giving Carl the biggest noogie of his life.

‘UK GOES UNDER GROWING PANDEMIC, MARTIAL LAW ACTIVE’ in big bold letters. A news lady giving a report, videos and photos of strange, sickly people. What a time to come over to the states, am I right? What the hell did you miss? Surely this couldn’t be related to the patient you had seen a week ago- something couldn’t spread this fast. Not normally, you’d get a sign first- a warning.

Was that patient your warning? Had you left them unattended to see your brother- was this your fault?

“Well shit, you know anything about that?” Shane pointed the remote at the tv, drawing his hand back down to the side of the couch. You jumped, almost as if he had read your thoughts. “Lori, you hearin’ this?” He called to her, distracting her from her frazzled, grieving state in the other room.

“What?” Now she had another thing to worry about- great, thanks Shane. “What the hell is that?”

You just stared, eyes narrowed, struggling to fully understand the concept placed in front of you. Videos of people biting- no, eating other people. It was something out of the horror games you’d used to play- Silent Hill level shit. “I didn’t hear about any of this.” You whispered, eyes trailing down to Carl, who seemed equally perplexed as his mother. She looked so lost.

“I’m sure it’ll be taken care of- Martial Law is a big deal.” The only thing you could muster, eyes meeting Lori’s. She looks grateful for your attempt, but it did nothing to calm the panic behind her eyes.

And as if the good lord was smiling down on you, he decided to prove you wrong. One more fucking time.

Which brings you to now, things stuffed in a car as you waited on Shane to come back with your brother. You were semi-confident- (haha, right)- in your abilities, as a scientist and a doctor, that you could take care of your brother in his state while you got the FUCK out of Kings County and to Atlanta. The pandemic- newly named the Apocalypse, was the fuel of everyone’s Halloween, Michael Jackson: Thriller inspired nightmare. Zombies everywhere, but they weren’t dancing- no, they were just- doing.. zombie things. I guess.

That’s making light of a situation that was not fucking funny. It actually, to your dismay, was as dry and dark as Shane’s humor.

Carl and Lori laid in the back seat of the car, huddled away from the windows as you sat in the driver's seat. Stressed was an understatement, you were scared shitless. Waiting for your brother and his best friend to come out of those hospital doors, government troops rushing in and out of them at the same time- guns, gunshots, sirens- those dead people walking the streets, steering for any sound, anything that moves.

“Shiiit, come on Shane- come on-“ you were gripping the steering wheel, leather squeaking as you strangled it, nails nearly folding in on themselves as you pressed. “Oh shit-“ you watched as a gun was shot by an army soldier, a bullet fatally landing in a corpse's head, its body dropping afterward. Blood flew everywhere, your eyes growing heavy as you wished to close them- close them and wake up only to find that this was a dream.

You know that before this, you had wished your brothers accident was a dream- a stupid, fucked dream, but this was so much worse- and the candle on top? it might’ve just been your fault.

But to your experience, the Grimes family had a strange way of coming to church, and if being the subject of every plague was your way of repenting, God was giving you no chance to miss it this time.

Which, must've been why he had sent Shane back out of that building without your brother over his shoulder.

taglist 🏷️: @poubxlle

#the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #daryl dixon x grimes reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #twd x reader #twd #Rick grimes #Shane Walsh #daryl dixon x you #grimes reader #carl grimes #lori grimes

[sunmizuiro]

Y'all I think I'm onto something.

(First 5 episodes spoilers I guess)

"this kingdom was something she really cared about. Something I care about."

Charlie said in the first episode, and adding in the pilot at first she reached and called to her absent mother instead of Lucifer (who were also absent in her life but you know he was still around—)

and we all know why because their relationship wasn't a close one until episode 5 and eventually more so in the future. It all makes sense, let me just share this that may be a reasonor reasons— why Lilith and Lucifer got separated-

and I'd like to clarify since I saw some people commenting the same idea many times which is not a bad thing that no one in the serie ever talked about a divorce, the couple in the pictures (found in the mansion or room ,I have no idea, of the short king) looks deeply in love just like mentioned in the story telling of Story of Hell by Charlie (episode 1), and Lucifer is still wearing the ring, so there is no divorce as far as I know. Like you can see how Lilith looks so happy just like Lucifer.

So Lucifer doesn't give a shit about the sinners right? Maybe even generally his people(I could be wrong about this but that's what I understood), given that yes he is right they are awful but he wasn't only a bad father but technically a bad king since it seems that Lilith was the one with the hope that Lucifer lost, sang as much as she could for her kingdom' sake and really ruled over Hell(we love a powerful strong woman with authority lmao). Yes Lucifer loves his family deeply but he became more depressed when Lilith left for unknown reasons... I am not trying to say that Lucifer is fully the bad guy here no that is not my intention but just to see how Lilith and himself think about giving a shit about protection or not- like just acting like a good ruler y'know?

🐤

Lucifer is one of my favourite characters in Hazbin Hotel alright? So the first line that I shared in the beginning of this theory? You noticed how Lilith cared about their kingdom but sweet Lucifer who's been coping with creating rubber ducks and before even she left Lu' wasn't that idealistic dreamer back when he was an angel, right? He dissociates and didn't remember in details when Charlie talked to him about the hotel or even when he was inside, man doesn't even who the hell is Alastor which he is one of the scariest overlords wondering that Alastor got more pissed off because he always seek to know his image and if others remember or missed him after the seven years of absense..King of Hell do not know Al I find that hilarious... Like the poor guy is genuinely depressed.

But Lilith leaving so her husband could heal and become his old-self but with build-up mature thoughts and responsibilities? Her and Alastor connected with the seven years common number plus the obvious theory that she owns his soul?- So her having Al helping out Charlie but also helping with Lucifer's and Charlie's relationship as much as he(Alastor) doesn't care at all but he can't do anything about it? (He annoyed Lucifer which amused him but probably also because why wouldn't he do that to the king who doesn't know him and his wife that is controlling him?) It just is clear to me that one lover cares and the other one doesn't but !!could in other circumstances!! about their own Hell that they created... (Yes wouldn't all I say mean that if Lilith still do love Lucifer she should be by his side? Well yes but I cannot figure out why she is absent, either trying to find a way to stop the extermination that she technically started since Adam and her somewhat hate each other I suppose but I could have went with that if again I knew why she disappeared...)

(I'll be mad if Lucifer doesn't show up in the last episode while Adam will literally be present they just need to fight each other that'll be super duper cool while we could discover Lucifer' power since he should be the most powerful little man in Hell)

Like that woman is so smart and I'm sure that she planned so much that Lucifer hopefully as the king help out with the extermination...He'll protect his daughter I'm so sure.

(I got heavily lazy and wanted to type more in details but I'm proud so far with this one English is not my first language)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #theory #hazbin hotel theory #lucifer hazbin hotel #lilith hazbin hotel

[inkyquince]

THE BACKROOM

Landry x F!PC

An expanded fic based off of this one QKS prompt! Commissioned by an anonymous lurker! You can commission me here or on me Kofi

content warning. Prostitute and criminal PC, gangbang, shady dealings, Mind break Landry, cum drunkenness. 3K words

“Nice to see you again so soon.” The smooth voice made Landry cringe, the criminal freezing up for only a moment before turning to face the brothel owner.

His thin t-shirt felt a bit too hot when he met those cat-like eyes, and he quickly yanked down his hood that he had tugged over his face with a futile hope that he wouldn’t be recognised. Of course, he grumpily thought, it had been fruitless, he wasn’t exactly dressed like any other men who would line up for the Friday shows. Others wore sweatpants and tank tops, or a full suit sometimes, ties loosened, and jackets thrown over arms, usually coming straight from work. He had hoped his apparel of jeans with a hoodie would help him blend in, but Briar always seemed to hone in on people who clearly not wanting to be recognised. Probably using that finely tuned humiliation kink to expose those poor sods, exposing them in more ways than one. And right now? Landry was one of those poor sods.

“Hello.” He said wearily, stuffing his hands back into his pockets.

He was hunching his shoulders, why the hell was he hunching his shoulders? This wasn’t school anymore and he especially wasn’t Briar’s lackey anymore.

“Here pretty early aren’t you, Lan?” Briar smoothly replied, plucking a spec of nonexistence dust off his sleeve. “If I remember correctly, you usually have nothing but meetings until nine pm. Hard to catch up with an old friend when you can’t even get through on his phone.”

Landry exhaled steadily. He knows. He knows why I’m here and he’s cutting into my time just to piss me off.

“Actually, I’m hosting one of my meetings here.” He jerked his shoulder at the well-dressed group just coming through the door. “They wanted to see the sights of the town and so I brought them here.”

Take the compliment and piss off. Take the compliment and piss off. Take the compliment and piss-

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” Briar didn’t take the bait, apparent from the sneer on his face. “Go on then and encourage your clients to stick around when you’re finished. The least you could do if you’re going to take up my best worker’s time.”

Fuck you.

Landry didn’t bother any further and turned away from him sharply, heading further into the brothel with his entourage trotting after him with interested coos as they looked around. He paused in the doorway and looked around, feeling sweat already prick against his temples as he scanned. Where was she…?

There.

He already missed the start of the performance thanks to Briar’s chatting but the group surrounding you on stage had only started to rip of your shirts, buttons flying everywhere. Of course, the crowd was cheering, so you definitely went with the bratty schoolgirl routine. One that was a fan favourite. Landry was caught up in watching, he only took notice of his clients again when one yanked at his elbow.

“Let’s get a table then.” The burly man grinned down at him, lips saying he’s finding Landry’s rare unfocused state amusing, but the teeth saying his patience for it is about to run out. “Talk about moving stock and then enjoy the show, the girls- “

“The men too.” The lithe woman added, clearing her throat. Another man nodded just behind her.

“Yeah, yeah.” The burly guy rolled his eyes. “So, lead the way.”

Landry grunted and started making his way through the crowd to some of the tables right at the back, finding an empty one with a dancer moving sluggishly, in between the workers being bent over the wood and fucked. The criminal cleared his throat and held up two £20 notes and jerked his head for her to get off the tabletop. By some miracle, she understood him despite the dark lighting and the crowd pushing in. She shakily gets down and is almost immediately swallowed up by the mob. Landry and his associates take their seats, at ease at the people, either watching the strippers, fucking some of the employees on the ground, or watching you.

The deal brokered could have been the worst one of his life and Landry would have never known. Too busy glancing off to the side, watching you. Those hands, usually pushing over stolen jewels and wallets, now were jerking off two huge cocks, aiming them at your face. You knew what your clients liked, knew how to work a crowd. Maybe that’s why he struggled to break free of you. You knew how to work people, work them like your fans, hollering at the group to fuck you harder. Your crocodile tears did wonderfully, the perfect image of a schoolgirl wandering down the wrong road and now forced to take one, two, three, four cocks and one cunt.

Fuck, your tongue must be good, the way the woman rode your face, head thrown back. Landry shifted in his seat, too aware of his hard cock as he watched the two cocks bully their way into your pussy. Pretending to listen, he just nodded his head at the conversation going on, as the last man was bouncing your ass on his cock, grunting and sweating.

The meeting must have concluded because he had his pen in hand and was scribbling down his signature on a piece of paper, just as the group on stage began to cum, painting your face, your tits, your cunt, your thighs, your ass. Landry quietly cursed the woman for sitting on your face, and not letting him see your own orgasm… If you even got one. The thought had him shiver.

A hand slapping his back brought him out of his trance and he shook his head, as if to clear his head. The criminal glanced at his clients, the woman tucking his signed paper into her blazer before turning to a nearby male dancer, holding her purse at him, and strutting off to a private room. The others leered at the workers making their way through the crowd, back in their element of charming the clientele now that you were off the stage.

“Maybe I should go and see if Miss Gangbang needs an extra hand in her lessons.” The burly man chuckled to his friend, starting to get up from his seat.

Landry felt a flash of something uncommon, something ugly with teeth and gripped the man’s shoulder, pushing him back down in his chair. At the bewildered looks, he simply scowled and made his way through the thinning crowd, most having lost their interest now that your section of the night was done. He passed Briar on his way to your personal changing room, ignoring the smirk.

You jumped slightly as the door opened, spinning around, and holding your towel up to your chest, trying to hide from the sudden intruder. Landry found it cute. Hiding your dignity like you didn’t get split open so easily on stage.

However, the smile you gave him was automatic, and he returned it with a slight lift of his own lips.

“Landry!” You greeted, not lowering your towel. “… We didn’t have a meeting happening now, did we? Did I miss it?”

“No.” He says a bit too quickly. “But I did want to talk… Business.”

You tilted your head and flashed an uneasy smile. Landry wasn’t someone who really reached out about stuff unless it was serious. Or if it was useful to him, like those damned black boxes that somehow always managed to get lost in the ass end of nowhere and almost always endangered your life.

“Sure, go- “

“Not here. Someone could walk in.” And he didn’t want any interruptions.

You blinked and nodded before clearing you throat awkwardly.

“You can go get a room for us… I just need to get changed.”

Landry blinked and flushed, as if he just noticed your state of undress. Which he was more than aware of.

You got dressed back in the outfit you wore on stage, with minimal ripping to your uniform. It would be embarrassing, especially in front of Landry, but you didn’t want to keep him waiting, especially since he was the one to seek you out like this. Not to mention having your sort-of boss wait in a room where people had been fucking in all day.

You were wrong though. Landry admired your uniform. Immensely. In fact, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of the way it skimmed your thighs deliciously. He struggled with speaking first for a change too, so you two just quietly sat together, peeling wallpaper and strange smelling covers for the bed. You finally stopped leaning against the wall and sat down next to him, admiring his throat absentmindedly. He usually wore turtlenecks, so seeing the unblemished expanse of skin, with his Adam’s apple bobbing every time he struggled to speak, was a bit distracting.

Finally, he glanced at you. He had to wonder if you looked this appealing to those people out there in the brothel, hungrily stuffing money into your hand before rutting into you like an animal. He did know one thing for certain, is that Briar did somehow know what was happening in each of the rooms, just so no workers stole money, kept it all for themselves or the clients walked off without paying. It’s why you two had agreed that you would never try to steal something from the clients in the brothel, even if that was where they were most unguarded.

Hard to be guarded when your cock’s out, Landry quietly thought. He’d be focusing on trying to stuff it back into his jeans or seeing exactly which hole he should indulge in.

He really shouldn’t be thinking with his dick right now. Or he should be. He came here for a reason, not just because he suddenly thought a sweaty, humid sex club would be a great place to conduct business. Briar always teased him for not ever wanting to dirty his squeaky-clean shoes with his dirty, cum carpet but Landry couldn’t take it anymore. You were an itch a random couldn’t scratch for him.

“Landry?” You murmured, splintering his rapid train of thought. “… The business?”

“Yeah.” His voice sounded hoarse.

You reached out to shyly take his hand, but he gripped your wrist. Ten rumpled £20 were pressed into your palm. You weren’t stupid, just shocked.

You didn’t move and Landry took that as consent, gripping your chin roughly and leaning into mouth at your bottom lip, teeth and tongue prying your mouth apart greedily. You took a moment to understand, as if you didn’t understand that he had been carrying around this sin, and it only grew every time he looked at you, that he didn’t want to fuck into you until you cried from overstimulation.

Your fingers flitted over his wrist for a moment before settling one on his hip and the other on his crotch, feeling up his throbbing erection. The criminal hissed sharply against your lips and pulled away, just as you started to kiss him back.

“J-Just… Get on your stomach and raise your hips.”

He wouldn’t be able to bear it if after all this time of trying to get up the courage to finally give into his vices, he’d cum in his trousers like a teenager from just some fondling. You gaped at him for a moment before turning away, clambering on your knees to the centre of the bed. Grabbing a pillow to rest your chin on, you flipped up your skirt, and settled down, just as he ordered.

Oh. Your touches weren’t the thing he was in danger from cumming untouched from. It was that cum leaking cunt, just a bit swollen from the bullying he saw it took on stage, but oh so pretty. Transfixed, Landry leaned in, brushing his pale, slender thumb over your hole down to your clit.

“I-I would have… Cleaned myself out properly if I had known you wanted to…” You trailed off but he wasn’t listening.

His cock throbbed as he stroked over your cunt again. He was used to cold and hard. The rigid stools of his pub, or the air-conditioned office he holed up in for most of his adult life. Cold, hard cash exchanging gloved hands.

But you were soft, warm… Inviting him into your body. He felt like you were sucking his thumb in when he dipped it into your hole. You had been fucked, not loose, but ready for him. The thought made his stomach twinge and he finally got up from his seated position and shucked his trousers down, hissing between his teeth as his erection finally sprang free.

The Fence got properly behind you, his cock skimming your raised ass and leaving pre-cum glinting against your skin. He smacked his cockhead against the rim of your ass for a few moments before diverting his attention back to your cunt. You squirmed as you felt his bare thighs press against your legs, his skin a bit colder than you were expecting, making you shift a bit. Your squirming had your hole kiss his cock momentarily and Landry hissed through his teeth.

“S-Sorry.” You murmured before squeaking as his fingers dug into the soft of your ass.

Landry used his thumbs to pull your pussy lips apart, dragging the length of his cock along your cunt, getting it wet. He had to close his eyes, biting down on his lip to keep from swearing. He was not going to cum from a pussy job, he didn’t want to cum just from a pussy job, but just rubbing against you was okay, just for a bit.

Your slick and your colleagues’ cum covered his cock in no time, Landry barely noticing that you always had begun to shiver as his shaft teased your poor clit with its movements. Ah… Fuck.

You froze up slightly as his cockhead pressed against your hole, savouring the feeling just for a moment before slipping in, almost at home inside your cunt. Landry groaned, his tight grip on your ass shivering as he hunched over you, more like a dog over his mate, than a man.

Something new you learned about your boss… Landry’s cock was as slender and tall as he was.

And by god, his cockhead nudged deliciously at a spot that had your knees weak.

“Fuck.” You breathed, eyes hazy as you gripped the sheets.

“Fuck.” He agreed.

Landry gave an experimental thrust, hips snapping against your ass with a wet slap, and you whined into the pillow, eyes fluttering shut. Soon he began a rough rhythm, the slick sounds of you pussy and combined moans filling the room. The headboard joined in, smacking against the wall with deep thumps, Landry too focused on fucking into you as deep as he could to notice the noise. Your toes were curling with every nudge of his cockhead inside of you, your fingers gripping the sheets tighter and tighter as you moaned and bounced back on him.

You were getting oh so close when you felt him shiver, cum filling you in heavy spurts before dripping out, onto the sheets. You gave a satisfied sigh. You honestly didn’t cum a lot in your line of work, but it was rare that someone knew what they were doing when fucking you. You were about to sit up, maybe turn to Landry and offer a few kisses when his hand clamped over your mouth. You froze up in shock but calmed down slightly when perfectly ironed out notes fluttered down in front of you. More than before.

“I’m sorry.” Landry murmured into your ear. “I’m sorry, I can’t stop, please, please, just let me- “

He was hardening rapidly inside of you again and immediately started working his hips, this time his chest pressed against your sweaty back. When he wasn’t babbling softly, his teeth nipped at your neck, your ear, leaving small, dark marks on your skin. The hand that covered your mouth pulled back and instead clutched at your chest, not even playing with your nipples, just kneading at the soft of your breast.

Both of your moaning and soft swearing resumed within seconds, rutting against each other like beasts in heat. Here, with his nose buried in your neck, his teeth decorating your skin and his cock bullying your soft, squishy insides, Landry could admit that you, your body, you skills, you, had proved to be such a divine weakness, he couldn’t handle it.

Before too long, he came again, and more notes fluttered down from above you.

Then again, and more notes.

By the time your thighs were wet with his cum and your own orgasms, he had simply pushed his wallet into your hand, both of you naked and sweaty and coiled around each other. Mouths pressed against each other lazily, Landry slurring out soft apologies as he ruined your lips, your cunt, littered every inch of you with bruises from his grip, with love bites.

When finally his ball tightened painfully, out of cum to fuck into you over and over again, you were out, snoozing against his shoulder, after murmuring for him to keep using you, despite the haze that settled over your mind.

Landry let his head flop back against the pillow and sighed, letting his cock spring out of you, strings of cum still connecting your hole with his head.

“Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He pressed kisses along your face as he murmured his gratitude to you in a low voice.

It wasn’t exactly how he had planned for this to go. Landry fully had just expected to use you once, maybe even just let you jerk him off and disappear back into his pub, back into his cool office with the hard chair. Lying with you on his chest, both of you fucked out of cum and with crumpled bank notes surrounding the two of you, was not in his planner, admittedly.

Though, he did wonder if he should offer to properly clean and iron out the notes for you, when you had awoken. It would give you both some time to see if his old chair could withstand both of your weights as you waited for your notes to finish up.

Kofi

Masterlist

AO3

#dol #landry the criminal #commission #degrees of lewdity #nsft #quincewrites

[neonponders]

I already have a 007!Billy x Q!Steve one shot but here’s another with a bonus layer of omegaverse ~

[ This got very long so the full is on ao3, but you can read a big chunk of it below the cut ~]

• • • • • • •

Secret agent work was surprisingly inclusive. When young, alpha Billy had first been recruited and promoted, he’d expected the place to be a sausage fest of alphas. He was gratefully wrong.

He now sat next to a pretty woman omega, and one of the most dangerous people in the world. Because of both of her genders, she often had to be the one to infiltrate corporate fraternities. The skills to do so were...unique.

Now, though, she just nibbled on a candy bar and flipped through the case file for which they had to sit in this meeting. An alpha returning to their seat in the row ahead of them reached back to hand her a cup of water. It was just an unspoken thing, how alphas were a little extra soft on the omega field agents. They had it worse, after all.

Billy was known for being, well, and asshole. Prickly to everyone in equal measure unless someone proved right in front of his eyes that they were worth his respect. The omega next to him could claim that title, but not many others.

The issue was that Billy was a wild card. He charmed a room with ease and then spit in someone’s face on just a whim.

There was another wild card in the room, however. Billy knew their superiors were eerily good at observing their colleagues behavior, because a specific person from Q branch always seemed to show up for whatever meetings Billy had to attend.

Everyone who worked in Q branch went by that letter. Q. It pissed Billy off. How did anyone address each other efficiently? The only trick he’d seen was having no more than 2 of them in a room at one time.

Billy knew this Q very well, though. Thick brown hair. Antiquity bone structure with expressive, low hanging brows, huge doe eyes, and prominent lips. His thick forest of hair grew straight out of his head before its own weight made it fall into princely, curvaceous swoops.

Someone got highlights, Billy mused to himself. They looked good. Made the tech geek seem almost sun kissed, even though those poor bastards were the office workers compared to the double zeros.

However every 00 had a Q, and whatever quiet observation the bosses were doing between this one and Billy, he wanted it to be over with.

Billy’s phone vibrated on his thigh. He read on the screen: Look alive dip shit.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk and then his lashes swept up for Caribbean irises to meet Q’s whiskey ones. The latter held his gaze but discretely did something with the device in his hands before sliding it into his pocket. Billy looked down at his screen: Stop staring at me and pay attention.

He typed back, You washed your hair.

Q visibly sighed as he reached for his phone again. Just in time for Billy to also send, I can smell it from here.

His smile twitched again as he watched the muscle in Q’s jaw tense. He typed silently on his device, I already have eleven sexual harassment complaints written out. Don’t make me send them

Only 11?

Stop it. Pay attention.

A new message appeared on his phone, from the omega right next to him. You’re starting to smell. Chill out.

He rolled his eyes, appearing more bored than bothered as he finally turned his phone over to avoid being distracted.

Yes, he liked Q.

No, it wasn’t a secret.

It was some strange irony that no one else seemed to care so long as they got their jobs done - except Q, himself. He was Billy’s biggest obstacle.

Then again, they were both obstacles. This line of work required dedication to their jobs, and Billy placed his above all other priorities. Usually.

His eyes kept deviating to Q. The way he shoved his glasses up to rub his eyes. The way he seemed to focusing on everything but the presentation happening.

When said presentation finally ended, the room began to clear out. Billy knew the drill: get your things from Q branch and leave asap.

So, everyone left to consult their Q’s, while he strolled right up to this one, who stood at his long work table typing something important. As Billy got close, entered the aura of that fresh smell. He couldn’t help himself, leaning right in so his nose tickled those silken tresses...

“Billy.” A complaint. A warning.

He didn’t move an inch. Neither did Q. “How come you get to know my name but I don’t know yours?”

“Because you officially died when you were eighteen. I’m still something of a citizen.”

“Officially,” Billy crooned, a smirk in his voice. Not for the first time, he wondered if he liked Q so much because he was an unconventional omega. Q stood a solid inch or so taller than himself, and smelled like fresh rain and spicy-sweet like blood oranges or some other citrus. There was something else there; something Billy wanted to put a name to that wasn’t just a letter.

“What would the head bosses do if you submitted those complaints?”

“They would make it so you never see me again.”

Billy’s features flattened like Q’s tone. He did not appreciate how the man could just cut him down like that. Regardless, he placed a hand on the table and the other on his hip - to avoid touching Q’s waist. “What toys do I get this time?”

“You mean disposables?” Q sighed with a shake of his head. “The only things you care about are the cars.”

Billy peered at him. “You’re sighing a lot today.”

“It’s a human condition to be exhausted by alphas.”

 A laugh huffed through Billy’s nose before his mirth caught. “Plural?”

Q exhaled heavily, “Do you want your gadgets or not?”

Billy’s brows reached for the loose curls of his dark blond hairline. “Testy. I’m all ears.”

Q reached for a small briefcase. As Billy opened it, he narrated, “Your phone, key fob, ear pieces, and secure wifi hotspot.”

Billy frowned over all of it. “This is rather domestic.”

“Weapons will be provided to you upon arrival. You’re flying economy.”

That jerked his attention right up. “I really messed up that last one, huh?”

“You crashed a plane into a children’s soccer match.”

“No one was killed.”

“Because it was the private two-seater we’d loaned you. You’re not piloting any planes for a long while. And here.”

Billy accepted the envelope and started looking through the tri-folded papers immediately. His voiced dropped into a growl, “What is this?”

“Your Q assignment.”

“I see that. Who the hell is this?”

“The person who will be taking care of you since I’m due for a vacation.” Q paused his typing to look at him. “We can’t all have espionage trips in the luxurious Mediterranean.”

Billy ground his teeth. Only his training kept him from becoming a sour air freshener. “And then what?”

“I’m sure they’ll take good care of you, so long as you try not to die. That’s usually how I describe your field report activity: miraculous death defiances sprinkled with self medication.”

Billy threw the envelope onto the table, where it landed with a loud slap. “For how long?”

Q glanced at him. “What?”

“Tell me this is temporary.”

Billy couldn’t believe that Q actually looked confused. He finally turned away from his laptop. “I don’t know if it’s temporary but I need a break.”

“From me?”

Q took his glasses off and blinked while his eyes adjusted. “In a strange turn of events, this has nothing to do with you.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Because you’re a narcissist.”

“Because you’ve been my Q for over a year.”

“Which means you’ve had others. You’ve been 007 for longer than you’ve known me.”

Billy scoffed, “How long is this vacation you’re taking?”

“Long enough that I can finally take a break from policy blockers and fuck myself as much as I want to!” He slammed his computer shut, unplugged it, and started out of the bunker office space. “Break a leg, or whatever the hell you do.”

He left Billy standing there, thoroughly taken by surprise. But he also left him with two pieces of information: Q had civilian paperwork, and he was single.

• • •

Why wasn’t I invited?

Shut up and get on your plane.

Billy chuckled, already in his seat, which he’d paid out of pocket to have upgraded well above economy. He would have wifi for his entire flight. If Q was as good as he was supposed to be, he already knew this.

You gave me a different Q but didn’t hotwire your number out of my phone.

Don’t tempt me.

How’s your vacation starting out?

It isn’t. You have two guardian angels while your new Q gets settled in.

Well. Billy liked that a whole bunch.

How will it start out then? Paint me a picture.

You’re asking me to sext you.

You’re the one who shared that you’re due for a heat.

Sexual Harassment page #13...

Billy smiled, which got swept up by a stewardess asking him to turn his phone off for the take-off. “Sure thing,” he schmoozed, and then replied, I seem to recall you being the one who stared at me first.

It had been a while since I saw blue eyes. That’s all.

Is that the best you can do?

I’m busy.

To busy to flirt with me? I’m insulted.

Sorry I just have millions of people to keep safe. Didn’t the lady tell you to turn off your phone?

You spying on me?

The answer came in the form of Billy’s phone turning off on its own. Billy rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, and watched out the window as the plane took off.

• • •

All I’m saying is that I could’ve helped with your vacation.

I’ve never seen anyone so openly eager to sleep with a colleague.

Billy paused to answer the door with his dinner delivery, but afterward responded, Don’t call me a colleague. That’s weird.

Sorry. The person who enables high profile murder.

That’s better.

He chowed down on his 5-star hotel pizza and checked the time. I g2g but I’ll be back around 3am, your time. Phone sex?

If you wake me up at 3am I’m personally murdering you myself. Text your actual Q, for once.

You are my actual Q.

I’m about to be offline.

Billy frowned. Q branch was awake when 00s were awake, regardless of timezones. Communication was only severed if necessary for the missions.

What? Why?

You have another Q. Use them. And get this job done.

Another knock on the door, this one with the delivery of a pressed suit. Billy didn’t have time to harangue his Q into being his Q.

• • •

He did get the job done. It was one of the cleaner assignments despite returning to his hotel room with a limp, torn suit, and a bleeding shoulder. Just a scratch, but it was deep enough that he’d be getting stitches once the sun was up.

He messaged his temporary Q with the details and readied the massive shower for a lengthy bathing session. While he carefully peeled off his dress shirt, he realized that a phone which he did not recognize sat on the vanity counter. A sticky-note of all things fluttered on the screen: abort prior devices.

As if someone knew he was looking at it, a message came through saying, Check email for updated return details.

It wasn’t the first time details changed, especially travel information. Billy took a sip from his tumblr of whisky and opened up his email to skim through...

MI6 Q BRANCH COMPROMISED

All agent communications have been re-encrypted.

He wasted no time in smashing the screens of his personal phone as well as the one Q had given him for the mission. He threw them into one of the sinks, plugged the drain, and let them soak.

Billy showered quickly, bandaged up his shoulder, and read through a secondary email informing him that he had a plane to catch in an hour. He sighed, because this meant that he had to stitch his knife wound himself.

For some reason, it didn’t occur to him that his Q would be in danger until he was snipping the thread off the last stitch. Q had pulled some impressive maneuvers from thousands of miles away, saving his life many times. It just didn’t seem possible that any member of Q branch would be in danger, especially if his temporary one was still working with him.

Now, though, Billy texted the temporary one, What’s happened with my Q?

You will be debriefed upon arrival.

Tell me now.

Debriefing in person.

Billy grit his teeth and carefully pushed his arms into his jacket. He much preferred his Q with personality.

• • •

He certainly got the news. Right on the tarmac when the private plane sent for him landed. A large man with a mustache, who simply went by M shook his hand. Billy knew his real name, and liked to remind him of it every so often. Like poking a muscle spasm.

Today was not that day.

“A bio-weapon was delivered and exploded in the bunker,” he informed under the noise of the little plane. “We’ve managed to detain the delivery person and they’re being questioned.”

That was a polite way of putting it.

“What happened to my Q?”

“Q Branch was conveniently evacuated a quarter of an hour before the deliverer arrived.”

“What. Happened. To mine?” Billy growled.

M rolled his lips and took a deep breath. “He figured it out. He caught the attack, but only had enough time to evacuate the bunker and put the encryptions in to protect everyone else.”

Billy stood very still, which was something of a fete given the wind out here. “Is he dead?” he asked coldly. He needed to know. To get this over with.

M shook his head. “No, he’s alive. Stable, even, but this bomb...it was meant for at least a couple dozen people. It was a concentrated heat inducer. The goal was meant to cause chaos. To turn alphas, omegas, even betas against one another. Instead he took the brunt of it alone.”

Billy absorbed that but shook his head. “What does that mean? Is that just an intense heat?”

“No, kid. That’s an overdose on a highly volatile prescription medicine, and then a whole lot more. Because he caught it in time, he was able to warn others. We got there in time to find him and the delivery man comatose, on the verge of organ failure. Now, his coma is medially induced to keep the stress off his body, but he’s fine.”

“I want to see him.”

M sighed and pulled a phone out of his pocket. “Thought you might.”

• • •

Q had a private room with a nice view. It was a rude irony that he was asleep and the bed was too far from the windows for him to appreciate it.

Billy stood by the bed, arms tightly crossed. A lot of fluid bags were hooked up to him, helping him flush out the toxins from his body while Billy otherwise listened to the finer details from the nurse.

“Because of his strictly regulated hormone blockers, he had a paper wall’s defense against the attack, but it was still better than nothing.”

Billy didn’t want to hear about the attack anymore. When M dropped him off here, he’d said casually, “Everyone else is on this assignment. You’re not allowed within fifty miles of that delivery guy.”

So instead he asked, “What will happen when his system is clear?”

“We’re not sure yet. He may fall into an intense heat and need medical assistance through it. He may not have a heat at all, but if this happens he will be tested for infertility.”

Billy couldn’t rightfully respond to that since he didn’t know if Q wanted children. For 00s, that goal was pretty much nonexistent. If he had civilian paperwork, though...

He looked up at a woman appearing in the doorway like she’d sprinted down the hallway. Her light brown hair was chopped above her shoulders, and neither the nurse, nor any security outside made any movements to stop her. Billy frowned as he watched her pant through, “Holy Jesus...I came back as soon as I could.”

“Nothing’s changed,” the nurse reassured.

“Okay,” she nodded raggedly, taking her bags off her shoulders. “Okay, okay, okay...”

“Who are you?”

She looked up at him, affronted by his tone as she pointed at the bed. “I’m his emergency contact. Who are you?”

Billy turned his head toward the windows, breathing for control. Her statement should not affect him this much. He spent more time out of the country than in it. If anything, Q was his emergency contact, not the other way around.

“Just a colleague.”

“You don’t smell like just a colleague,” she said carelessly, otherwise preoccupied with digging for a few DVD cases. She propped them on Q’s torso. “Okay, dingus, I got some of your favorites. Although, it’s my choice which ones filter through that brain fog first. How about...”

Billy didn’t care about a movie. It was hard to take his eyes off of Q in the bed, to stop watching the drip of the bags into the IV tube. The way those bags emptied remarkably fast so nurses had to pop by every so often to replace them and check all of the machinery for his vitals reports. How one side of his face had the slightest blush of inflammation, like he'd been sprayed by a chemical -

“Robin.”

Billy wasn’t sure when he sat down, but he looked up from his seat on the other side of Q’s bed. “What?”

“Robin. Since you’re going to be here a while. You have something to call me.”

You officially died when you were eighteen.

“Billy,” he provided. Not like she could do anything with it anyways.

“You’re the alpha he likes, huh?”

Billy became instantly aware of how little sleep he had. “What?”

Robin smiled a little and nodded toward Q. “If you’re the one he works with, then it’s definitely you. He talks about you.”

“That’s not allowed,” he blurted, but it sounded childish in his own ears.

She snorted. “Relax, I know. Sort of. In a...I know but don’t know, sort of way,” she winked melodramatically. It turned into a really awful blink. “It’s a perk of being an emergency contact.”

“What are you, then? His beta sister?”

She shrugged. “Close enough.”

After some silence passed, she offered, “Do you wanna know what he says about you?”

“Do you always talk during movies?”

“Yes. But neither of you are really watching it.”

Billy exhaled with a raise of his chin. “I’ll let him tell me when he wakes up.”

#harringrove #omegaverse #007!au #007 x Q au #neonponders #alpha!billy #omega!steve

[fortpeat]

I have this headcanon where one night when Sky and Prapai are at a race there is an old hookup who incessantly flirts with Prapai even though he has made it clear that he is not interested. I imagine Sky just sitting there talking to Rain and he looks over and has had enough and just walks over and boarder line makes out with Prapai in front of this person to get them to stop. And of course when they get home Prapai would show Sky just how much he loves him and that he doesn’t want to reciprocate at all when people who aren’t Sky flirt with him.

Hey Nonnie ❤️✨

Apologies for the late reply. Forgive me PLEASEE 🫣🥺

I love this headcanon. I stand by it 1000% in fact I have this pretty long headcanon kind of based on this which I wrote maybe like back in November and it's sitting in my drafts so I am sharing it now 🤭

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So they are on their 3rd/4th date and Pai is still trying to impress Sky and Sky knowing this is being a little shit that he is acting all indifferent but deep down he's enjoying all the ways Pai is trying to spoil him. So they go to this restaurant which has gorgeous architecture and also it's one of the restaurants that Pai uses for meetings with his high end clients.

(P. S Pai had a one time fling with one of the restaurant partners)

So they go to the restaurant and get seated and Sky is so in love with the whole place and ambience and Pai is giving himself a pat on his back for putting that look of absolute wonder in Sky's eyes. As they are having dinner the "partner" comes to their table and greets them and basically pretends that Sky is another one of Pai's one night stand and even alludes to it. Sky is nonchalant towards all of it coz he's still looking and grasping at his surroundings. But Pai is not having any of it. He dismisses that person with the most pissed off face and as the partner leaves Pai asked to be excused and follows the person only to tell it to his face "I do not appreciate MY BOYFRIEND being disrespected. This will be the last time I will be coming here"

(Sky is mostly clueless about it all - all he can sense is that Pai is tense about something and poor baby is thinking that maybe he did something wrong by giving more attention to his surroundings than Pai during their date)

The dinner is done and on the way back home Pai calls his secretary while in the car to tell her to close all connections or deals with the before restaurant. The secretary is baffled for a second and asks why coz if /why Pai's dad asks why that partnership was annulled she should know about it and Pai just tells her that he has no interest in being in touch with people that insults his Boyfriend (in his head it's the love of his life) and Sky who was partially paying attention to what was happening suddenly turns to him with his round eyes completely taken back.

They reach Sky's dorm and walking in Pai started apologizing for not thinking clearly and that he will do better and make sure that Sky never feels that way and Sky is still silent.

Going into Sky's thoughts it's a myriad of emotions coz he can't believe that he get to have someone like Pai in his life just for himself and he doesn't know how to express it. Nobody has ever treated him like this before. Someone worthy of being defended and fought for. So he straight up kiss Pai with all his life and Pai is just stunned by the turn of events. And when asked why all Sky can say is "Thank you for that" and Pai is a bit baffled coz "Baby I didnt do anything its just common courtesy and I would have done this, had it happened to anyone I love"

All Sky can do is close his eyes and step even closer to Pai to lay his head on Pai's shoulder to make sense of his thoughts coz his brain is being assaulted with all these emotions that he can't understand yet. (At the same time he realizes how much he has lowered his standards due to past experiences and just someone treating him the way he should be mustn't be all that shocking) And then he takes a deep breath and pull back only to look at Pai with this kind of desperate need and want that Pai has never seen in Sky's eyes and that kind of puts him off track (coz in his head he's panicking that he might have said the L word a little too early and now sky is gonna run away)

But Sky just pushes him a little bit and keeps pushing him until Pai hits the back of the table and practically sits on top with Sky is between his legs and Sky has this tight grip on his thighs and Pai is just waiting for the next thing sky might do. All Sky does is he leans forward to Pai and looks him straight in the eyes and whispers "it's my turn to take your body and your heart" and Pai physically gulps 😳 and OH BOY DOES HE TAKE. 🤭👀

Sky worships Pai the whole night and Pai's entire world is shifted in an unprecedented way after that and he has this realization that he's ruined for anyone out there and he wouldn't have it any other way. And he sleeps with this smile on his face and this thought that he doesn't mind calling out assholes on their shitty behavior as long as Sky rewards him like this. 😂😂😂

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(P.S this is a very unedited version, wrote in one sitting without actually thinking at all. Just copy pasted what was literally in my head.) (The line Prapai says - but I will take both your body and heart - is a weakness of mine)

#love in the air #prapaisky #lita #asks are always appreciated

[cinewhore]

Worth Every Dime

I’ve been reading a lot about the “Dollar Princess” and this story came to me and hasn’t left me alone since. 

A little history lesson: dollar princesses were American new money heiresses in the late 19th century who married normally broke nobility from Britain to receive a higher title while the men got a large chunk of change.

Authors note: starting to do more original things as I felt that fanfic was pushing me to create in a sort of box I did not wish to be in. Yes, there may be some grammar issues but surely they can be overlooked? It feels nice to write something for me again without the strain of all that comes with sharing your creations. Enjoy it or not. In the words of a great scientist: “I didn’t make him for you!”

Audrey Everett was a handful and she was very aware of that fact. It shown in every aspect of her life, from the elegant outfits she wore to the people she occupied herself with. She enjoyed that no one in particular could manage to rein her in. Her parents, however, found it repulsive.

“You mustn’t act so brash.” Her mother would scold after yet another suitor denounced their pursuits for her hand. “You’ll besmirch our name.”

What’s in a name?

Well, for the Everett’s, it was oil. Lots of it.

James Everett knew how to play his hand right and make risks that even the other professionals in his line of work wouldn’t dream of.*Lucky bastard*, they would whisper behind their glasses during a social gathering. How did he get it all? The money, the house, the wife, the picture perfect family?

The American dream.

It’s yours, too, if you could afford it.

While it was enough for James, his wife proved different and she made sure to remind him of his shortcomings every chance she got.

“Our daughter will never marry and be seen as some sort of spinster. Or worse, incompetent! Barren!” Margaret would hiss at him.

Margaret knew both of those things to be untrue for she had hired the best tutors for Audrey and saw to it that her daughter remained pure after she was caught with the boy from the other side of town.

No, Margaret wanted more. She needed more.

The ad in the paper came to her seemingly out of thin air. All her prayers had been answered.

The plan was simple. A title in exchange for a hand in marriage. There were hundreds of British men searching for their American sweetheart and Margaret was going to ride this train all the way to the bank.

“No.” Audrey would later exhale, glaring down her mother from across the table.

“Do not backtalk me. A bunch of other girls have done the same thing and look where it gets them! A noble title, high status, an estate with servants at every corner. You’ll be treated like a princess.”

Audrey steels herself, perfectly sculpted eyebrow raising. “I know what it gets, mother. A piss poor excuse of a man and a cold home.”

Margaret gestures to Ann, pointing to the table. Ann scurries over quickly, clearing the tea cups and half eaten sandwiches while keeping her head down. Margaret is careful as she gets up from her seat, pacing toward Audrey.

“Do you wish to end up alone? Without someone there to take care of you? Do you not want me to be a grandmother?”

“If my children are to be raised by you then I suppose I’m doing them a favor by never having any.”

The slap was expected.

“You better learn to fix that attitude and mouth of yours because this is happening, your choice or not.”

Audrey took one look at her future husband and one thing was certain: she was going to eat him alive.

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Matilda checked her bags, assuring that everything was in tact. Nothing was amiss as she didn’t have much to her name but it never hurt to be certain.

Fool, she thought. You need to stop acting childish and return home. Shaking her head, Matilda clutches her belongings tightly, looking over her ticket stub. Her trembling fingers rub circles over the material, wearing it down with each passing touch.

The ticket salesmen looked her over twice before handing her the ticket, asking if she needed another. There was no way an unchaperoned woman such as herself was making the trip on her own.

She muttered her thanks, briskly walking off to avoid another form of questioning. Should anyone else ask, Matilda answered them by saying her husband was awaiting her arrival and this proved to be a sufficient answer for most.

The horns from the ship sounded and a startled Matilda jumps onto her feet. The quicker she got aboard, the faster she could get to her new life and leave this messy one behind.

The mixture of foreign languages caressed Matilda’s ears and made her giddy for the world she was preparing to enter. Sure, New York was a melting pot but London was rising from the ashes and she wanted so desperately to belong.

Matilda was lucky that she was able to afford a second class ticket, indulging in the small luxuries it brought her. She was careful not to stray about too much as there were strict rules about where she could and couldn’t be, a natural conformist. It would only be day three of her journey where she would break this rule, scrambling to get to the top deck for fresh air.

The regret and realization began to settle and it reached its lanky hand up Matilda’s throat, helping her empty her stomach and ruined her sleep.

She gasped for air as if it had been stolen from her, hands gripping the railing with loose might. The inky sky stretched on for miles and this is when Matilda knew that there was no turning back.

Sharp whispers break her brief panic and Matilda makes herself smaller as she observes a man and a woman some feet away from her, in a heated conversation. She had half a mind to speak up but the cat had her tongue and was refusing to let go.

From the shadows, Matilda gazes intently as the man grabs the woman by her shoulders, forcing his mouth onto hers. The woman stops in her tracks and it makes Matilda reel backward, afraid that she would be labeled a peeping tom for being present for such an intimate moment.

Before she could sneak away, the jingles of the lady’s jewels adorning her dress causes her to halt.

“..may have my hand but you’ll never have my body or my heart.” The woman spits, struggling in the mans hold.

“If you think I married you for your body then you are sadly mistaken. Do not think for a second that I am without affections but if you wish to keep the title I gave you, you must learn when to be a good girl and take it.”

The irate man makes another advance on the woman but she calculates this and takes a swift step to her left, his foot getting tangled in the bottom of her dress.

Matilda to this day couldn’t accurately recount what she saw as the truth or a figment of her selfish imagination but either way, with a tiny slip, or perhaps it was a push, he went over the railing.

Audrey’s chest heaved as she heard the splash from below, making a careful effort not to look. What she did not see, she couldn’t lie about.

Matilda remained frozen in her position, assessing what to do next. Should she call for help? There had to be some sort of  night patrol. She stopped the thought before it could fully form, not understanding the gravity of the situation laid out before her. There had to be more to this story.

In the span of a week, Audrey Everett had become a bride and a widow.

Gathering her wits and the retched gown she swore to burn after tonight, Audrey begins her descent back to her suite when she stops. The hairs along the back of her neck stand on edge, legs wobbling as she turns her torso. Out of the corner of her eye, nestled beneath a small light, was a figure.

With bated breath, Audrey regards the lady with slight terror and awe. Goosebumps from along her arms, mouth left agape. Their gaze locks, remaining in tact for what felt like an eternity. The rest simply faded into obscurity.

This is the story of how they fell in love.

#cinewhore #worth every dime #original writing #original fiction #dollar princesses

[my-secret-shame]

Like. Can we talk about the jaw-droppingly piss poor condition the Egyptian pantheon has gotten itself into? What good are you as gods if you’ve broken your own system of who does what and no one is allowed to do anything but cultivate belief in just their one specific avatar?

I’d be very interested to see Aesir reactions to this honestly- it’s clear that they’ve (mostly) weaned off of worship/belief as a power source (though obviously Thor’s defense of people and their gratitude runs along these lines) in favor of drawing power from conquered people and their realms, but even so.

(omg it's happening)

YES WE CAN!

Like where are Aken and Mahaf?? (What could they have done to piss off the other gods? Has there been like a Whole Thing where if God A didn't agree to binding God B then you can then you can bet God A was being bound too?) Poor Taweret having to do the jobs of 5 other Gods?????

"We don't meddle in human affairs anymore." Bitch your not the federation, this isn't the prime directive. You meddled before? Why you stopping now?

"You rewound the sky and called a meeting how dare you." Bro half of everything was snapped out of existence recently???? Like....... Thor is just walking around?????? There is a flipping witch and sorcerer in the avengers???????? (I could go on.) I think humanity will just be like "oh damn, more stuff happening again." (also don't get me started on "are you unwell?" "yes I am, i need help." *cricket noise*)

Also there's new asgard on earth now? Are what's left of the Egyptian gods just like...... whatever pals.

(In the cinematic universe are adgardians even aware of the Egyptian gods?)

I mean, if Set/Seth had been at the meeting, he would have been like, "yooooo Arthur, why are you lyingggggg????"

Personally, I think there could be some "we've done this for so long now, and we're so old that we won't change unless there is a real shake up." [Enter Harrow]

#anon #thank you! #sorry for my disordered and crazy thoughts here #moon knight

[therenlover]

One Last Night In Madripoor (An 18+ Helmut Zemo/Reader Oneshot)

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Tags: Smut, SoftDom!Zemo, Hook Up, Semi-Public Sex, Drinking, Safe Sex, Explicit Consent, First Meeting, Wall Sex, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Swearing, Explicit Sexual Content

Word Count: 4200~

This fic has been crossposted under the same title to my AO3!

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Madripoor was a place like nothing you had ever seen.

It wasn’t that the sights were anything special. You could find seedy criminal underbellies lined with neon where the streets ran red with blood anywhere if you looked hard enough. Even the ocean view didn’t do much to set it apart from any other place visually. No, Madripoor’s scenery and architecture weren’t what kept your eyes wide with wonder whenever you found yourself wandering through the winding back-alleys without a purpose. It was the people that kept you around.

Thieves, pirates, and miscreants had been taking shelter at the docks since before anyone there could remember. It was a city borne of the underbelly of society, the people nobody sees, but you saw them. You saw them every day when you stood in the main market waiting for an easy bounty. There were faces everywhere; big and small, tall and short, scarred and flawless. No two people in the streets of Madripoor were ever exactly alike. If you needed to remember someone, their unique face was right there waiting in your mind.

After living on the island for almost 6 months, most people were already cataloged neatly in your mind as friend or foe. This man, though, he was new. He was different.

The night was still young. There was some trouble at the Princess Bar that ended with Selby dead and a few murderers loose in the streets with a price on their heads, but you steered clear. Going after the killers meant going up against hundreds if not thousands of trained bounty hunters and assassins and no amount of money was worth dying over now, not while you were so close to freedom. Instead of chasing your doom, you decided to head to your room, get dressed up, and head out to wherever the music was loudest in search of a place to forget about your problems for the night. The thudding sounds of poorly DJ-ed club remixes led you to Leonardo’s Place. That’s where you found him.

You were two drinks in and sticking close to the wall when he stumbled into your line of sight. What initially caught your eye was his dancing. He couldn’t move for shit. What kept your attention, though, was his face.

There was transience to him, like at any moment someone could bump into him and he would disappear without a trace at their touch. Despite that he was gaudy. Everything about his clothing screamed wealth and fine taste from the thread count of his obnoxious purple turtleneck to the shine on his boots. He was strange, a walking contradiction, and one who had never had the pleasure of gracing your presence or screwing you over in the past. In the simplest of terms, he intrigued you. With nothing left to lose you downed the last of your cocktail and made your way to the gap in the crowd where the stranger had staked his claim. It was game time.

“You come here alone?” You asked. Your voice was barely a whisper above the heavy thrumming of the music.

He gave you a long look up and down before answering as if he were trying to size you up. Something about having his gaze linger on your body made your heartbeat soar. “I’m not looking for company,” His accented tone was gruff but left a sliver of room for reconsideration. You took the chance. What could go wrong?

With as much tact and grace as you could muster you let yourself slip a little closer to him. “What, do I look too expensive for you?” you teased, before backing off with a grin, “Thanks for the compliment, but I’m not here for that. My job is a little more… dangerous.” As you danced, the hem of your dress rode up your thigh just enough to reveal the knife holster in your garter belt. It pleased you greatly to see this handsome stranger do a double-take; that meant he was looking at your upper thigh in the first place. “I just liked what I saw in you… do you like what you see in me?”

Somehow, your little joke had endeared him to you, however minutely. Instead of brushing you off the man paused his jerky dancing for a moment to really take you in. Then, he caved. “Would you like a drink?” He asked.

You smirked. “Who would I be if I turned down a free drink from a handsome stranger,”

He met you in the middle as he offered you his hand. “I never promised it would be free,”

So, the two of you found yourselves at the bar, bodies leaned into each other and away from the rest of the sweltering crowd as the bartender slid you your order. The stranger was drinking a brandy straight while you opted for a sidecar. It was enough alcohol that you were starting to feel pretty buzzed, but you still felt in full control of yourself. You took a long sip before speaking. “So, what should I call you?”

It took him a moment to respond but once he did, he seemed sure of himself. “You can call me Helmut, but Baron is fine as well,”

You cocked up an eyebrow. “Is that a nickname?”

“More of a title,”

He took a drink as you gawked. “Like royalty?”

“Not like. I am,”

Your cheeks flushed. The rational part of your mind was so stunned by the ease with which Helmut lied that it seemed to short circuit completely, leaving you very puzzled and more than a little intrigued. “Well, pardon me, Mr. Baron. What’s royalty like you doing in a place like this?”

“There are plenty of reasons a man like me would have business here. A woman as beautiful as you, though… not so much,” he waved his hand in loose gestures as he spoke, “Why risk your life and beauty for this? A life living in the underground where you cannot so much as dream of seeing the stars?”

You finished your drink in one large swig. It burned down your throat but you relished in the pain. “Not all of us are lucky enough to be born in a place where we can see the stars. Funny enough, though, I’m just about to get out,”

“Is that right?”

“I finally saved up enough money from small jobs to buy my way out from under the Power Broker’s thumb,” Something about the way Helmut smiled at you made you feel safe. It was like you could tell him your worst, darkest secrets and not feel an ounce of fear or guilt. “I’m nothing special here, a small-time bounty hunter, and I kept it that way for a reason. I’m not valuable and I don’t know much. If I just pay my dues and keep the money coming until I can get their claws out of my back, I should be free to leave with a freighter tomorrow morning,”

Helmut was quick to respond. “Ah, travel by freighter. It’s terribly dangerous to be a stowaway, you know? Impossible to predict quite what the seas will be like,”

“Well, that’s just a risk I’ll have to take to get out of here and stop… what was it that you said I was doing? Risking my life and beauty?”

The two of you chuckled as Helmut took one last drink to empty his glass. Then, the conversation stilled. Around you people were alive, gyrating to the music as their pulses thumped to the beat, but it was like they weren’t even there. Instead, your whole being was focused on the strange man in front of you who had stolen away your sensibilities with his cool tone and thick accent. He made you feel alive. No, more than alive. Every color was brighter, every sound was sharper, every sip of your drink was crisper. He was a once-in-a-lifetime man, and this was a once-in-a-lifetime night. Oh, to hell with it!

“I like you, Baron,” you purred, pressing yourself close to him. His breath hitched the moment you touched him. He acted as if it had been a very long time since he was last touched like that. “And I think you like me too. In fact, I think you like me enough that we should take this conversation somewhere a little more private. What do you say?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, his gloved hand made its way around your wrist, and in a moment’s time, he was pulling you across the crowded dance floor towards a small, secluded hallway. You assumed that meant yes.

The instant you made it to the shelter of the shadows Helmut was on you like a man starved. One of his hands was quick to explore the skin just above the hem of your dress as the other pressed against the wall, caging you in and holding you as a more than willing hostage to his affections. He didn’t kiss your face, and you weren’t complaining about that, but he did put his mouth to good use sucking a dark bruise into your collarbone. His ministrations only stopped when a high, keening sound escaped your lips.

“You like that, don’t you, meine kleine schlampe?” he growled through gritted teeth. Something about his tone turned your already weak legs to jelly. The second you went limp in his grip, though, he pulled back. Straightening himself out, he offered you a steadying arm. You took it without hesitation. “I’m terribly sorry to be so rude. I assure you that I am not usually the type of man to hook up with someone on a whim, I’ve simply been… indisposed for many years and haven’t had many opportunities for pleasure, especially not with a woman as beautiful as you,”

His compliment was enough to have you blushing like a schoolgirl. You had killed more people than you could reasonably count, and probably fucked even more, but something about the way Helmut looked and sounded and acted made you feel almost innocent to his advances. He was a drug and you needed to get your fix before he disappeared forever.

“Does that mean you think I’m special?” You asked, all doe eyes with an innocent smile. Helmut ate it right up.

“Yes, schatzi. Very special,”

You hitched a leg up, letting your heel dig into his expensive dress pants and drag him closer to you once again. “First your little slut and now your little treasure? Which one is it, Helmut?”

“And so smart,”

“Move, Baron!”

At your insistence, Helmut was on you once again, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down your neck as he fiddled with his gloves, yanking them off and shoving them in his back pocket before he continued. “So demanding,” he chided, and yet he continued to lavish you with affection, his hand climbing higher and higher up your thigh. Your back was pressed flush to the wall now, and you were painfully aware of just how warm Helmut was. He smelled like a rich man’s cologne and yet his skin tasted of cheap soap when you leaned in to give him a bruise of his own.

“You love it,” you replied. He let out a husky laugh.

“I suppose I do,” he chuckled, and then his fingers brushed over your core. Your knees buckled. Helmut kept you upright with his body as he continued to taunt you through your underwear, but he seemed more confident now, almost cocky. “My needy schatzi, have you no patience?”

Your response was breathless; a confession.

“Not with you,”

Something about your words lit a fire in Helmut’s eyes. In an instant he had your leg hiked up while he ground his hardened length against your clothed wetness. Your mind went blank. He felt big. A mindless whimper fell from your lips.

“How do you want me?” Helmut asked. As he spoke he ran a light finger down your elevated thigh. You offered up another whimper. “I’ll need you to use your words and tell me what you want or I can’t give it to you,” His tone had you wet enough that you worried you were dripping.

With a gulp, you managed to fumble out the words. “I’ll blow you first if you promise to fuck me,”

That had him grinning like a wolf. “Perhaps you are my little schlampe, so eager to get down on your knees for me…” And you were. Even on shaky legs, you found yourself happily falling to your knees as the Baron fumbled with his fly. It was only then that you found yourself gazing down the hall towards the cacophony of lights and sounds and people maybe 20 feet away from your hiding place in the shadows. As if he could sense your discomfort, Helmut paused. “Are you alright?”

You nodded quickly. “I just forgot we were out in the open for a second,”

“Do you want to stop? If the location is the problem, I would gladly pause so we can find a new hideaway,” he stopped short, looking down and meeting your heavily lidded gaze, “or perhaps the idea of putting on a show excites you?” Your heart jumped out of your chest. Helmut noticed. “Well, if my little schlampe is so keen on putting on a show, she should get a move on,”

That was your cue to get to work. In a swift motion, you finished unzipping his fly and shifted his boxers, letting his lovely cock spring free. It was a pleasant penis and far as they went, average in length but thick with a leaking purple tip at half-mast. Just looking at it made you clamp your legs together.

Slowly, you gave a tentative lick up the underside of his length. He felt heavy on your tongue in the best of ways. Helmut jerked upward, a man possessed. You couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s been a long time, huh?”

“Less talking, more working little schlam-” you cut Helmut off quickly by taking most of his length into his mouth. That seemed to shut him up. His wolf-like grin had dissolved into a slack-jawed mess the second you started to suck him off. Oh, this was going to be fun.

For the most part, the Baron let you set the pace, bobbing your head and taking as much of his length as you comfortably could, but after a short while his hands were buried in your hair as he fought the urge to buck into your throat, hard. With a particularly rough snap of his hips, Helmut pulled away.

“You are an angel from heaven, schatzi,” he groaned, pulling himself slowly from your mouth as you got your first good deep breath in a while, “but a deal is a deal, and it wouldn’t be quite fair if I got to have all the fun, now would it?” Your breath hitched in your throat. Finally time for the main event.

Helmut was surprisingly gentle with you as he offered you a hand and helped you back up, only pausing to wipe a line of dribble off your chin with his thumb. With anyone else, it would have felt wholly humiliating but with Helmut… well, it did things to you you would rather not admit. You quirked up an eyebrow, though, when he got on his knees in turn, mirroring your past position. “What are you doing, Baron?”

“I simply assumed my sweet schatzi would enjoy a reward for taking my cock so well,” his words had you biting your lip as your cheeks flushed, “now be a good girl and take what I give you. I want to hear those pretty noises you made earlier,” With that, his face disappeared under your skirt. He pulled down your panties and… snickered?

“What now?” you groaned, squirming as his hot breath hit your exposed nub.

“You’re sopping wet,” he replied. Out of habit, you moved to shut your legs but found Helmut’s large hand was holding them open. “I do enjoy being sandwiched between your thighs, but you shouldn’t hide yourself from me. Take your pleasure. You’ve earned it,” That was when he began his assault on your folds.

You had been with plenty of partners over the years, all with varying proficiencies when it came to giving pleasure, but no one had ever made you feel quite as good as Helmut did while you gripped his hair and rode his face with reckless abandon. He always hit just the right spot, alternating between sucking on your sensitive clit and running his rough tongue in sloppy circles against it. In no time flat your pleasure was building toward’s its peak as your knees trembled.

“Helmut,” you squeaked, “Helmut I’m gonna cuuuUUOH!”

You were suddenly thrown over the edge of pleasure as the Baron worked you open with his fingers, pressing that spot inside of you just right. It was a revelation. Nothing would ever compare to him and you hadn’t even fucked yet. Once you had regained some semblance of stability he emerged from his place between your thighs, face slick with your juices, wearing the expression of a cat that got the cream.

“You make such lovely sounds for me, schatzi,” Helmut groaned, rising from his place at your feet and reaching into his pocket. While he fumbled for a condom you took the time to actually remove your panties, lifting one shaky leg at a time before balling them up and tossing them on the ground. You could grab them later. Or not! In all honesty, your ruined undies were the last thing on your mind as your watched Helmut roll the condom onto his proud cock, pumping himself a few times. “Now, are you sure you want this?”

You had never felt more sober in your whole life despite the drinks you’d downed earlier.

“God, yes,”

“Wonderful,”

He caged you into his body once again, lining himself up on your slick folds, and then with a pronounced bite against your collarbone, he was entering you. It wasn’t painful or uncomfortable, you just felt full, like a missing piece of your body had been completed. For the first few thrusts, you were too blissed out to really take note of anything around you, but once you tuned back into the world of the living you realized Helmut was talking. Well, babbling was more like it. He seemed to simply be speaking his stream of consciousness into your ear as he pistoned in and out of you like a madman. There was a jilted rhythm to it, but the abnormality kept you on your toes.

“I won’t be letting you go any time soon, schatzi, and definitely not on some dank freighter like a rat from the gutters. No, you will travel with me. Once I help my friends and slip away from the front lines I can take you anywhere your little heart desires. Paris, Vienna, Australia… Mein Gott, what a sweet cunt,”

Any sane woman, after hearing his sex-drunken musings, would have run. They would have heard the wild ramblings of a madman and left after their little fling was done to never see him again. It was only rational. He didn’t even know your real name. Sane women didn’t run away with strangers claiming to be barons they hooked up with in a seedy club selling stolen Van Goghs in a hub of the criminal underworld.

The only thing was, though, that you weren’t a sane woman.

You were a killer, a child left in the streets to live or die who had scraped themselves together and dragged themselves towards life. So what if the idea of some rich mysterious benefactor with a good dick coming in to save the day sounded fantastic? It was fantastic. Like your own personal version of Pretty Woman. Even if he wasn’t as rich as he claimed to be, being poor and getting dicked down by him was better than being poor and alone.

For just a moment, and with no regrets, you let yourself get lost in the fantasy and just let go.

It was as if Helmut could sense a difference.

“Are you close, little schlampe?” He gasped, letting his thrusts take on a faster staccato rhythm.

You could do little more than moan and nod as he pounded you into the wall. That seemed to be enough for him to get the message, though.

“What a good girl,” he purred. His mouth was so close to your ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive flesh with each heaving breath he took. As he chased his own climax, he brought a hand between your bodies and rubbed tight, wet circles around your clit. It was already sensitive, your body was only barely recovering from your first orgasm, and yet something about the overstimulation was thrilling, like racing towards an impossible dream. With a shout, you came for the second time, melting into Baron Helmut’s arms as he quickly followed.

The two of you stayed there, slumped against the cool wall and still connected by your dripping sexes, for a few moments, breathing heavy. Surprisingly, you were the first to speak.

“Wow,” you breathed, letting a soft laugh escape your lips.

Helmut returned the sentiment. “You were wonderful,” In a strange moment of intimacy, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, but then he pulled out, tying off the full condom and tossing it to the ground as he tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped up his fly.

“Are you just gonna leave that there?” you made a gesture towards his litter.

“They have janitors,”

A burbling laugh escaped from your lips. “That they do,”

Back in the main room of the party, the crowd had only grown larger as the night progressed. Nobody had seen you, nor had they noticed your cries as they danced and drank and made merry under the neon lights. You were, for all intents and purposes, invisible at Helmut’s side. Within and without. There was something exhilarating about knowing he was the only one that truly saw you in a room packed with hundreds. It was like something out of a twisted fairytale.

“So…” you broached the subject gently while you pulled down your dress to protect your modesty, “Did you mean what you said back there about Paris and Vienna, or…”

“Oh, you heard that?”

You snickered. “It was pretty hard not to with you breathing in my ear,”

“I apologize,” he leaned against the wall beside you, shoulder to shoulder in the darkness, “but yes, I meant what I said. I-”

Suddenly, from down the hall, a booming voice interrupted your moment.

“There you are!”

“Goddamnit, Zemo, I thought we told you to stay low not hire an escort,”

There, at the mouth of the hallway, stood two massive men. They were obviously displeased, and though their faces were obscured by the lights you could tell you weren’t the one they were after.

They called him Zemo… where had you heard that name before?

Helmut stepped away from the wall with a shrug. “At least I didn’t cause a scene by forgetting to put my phone on silent,”

The larger of the two men stayed where he was, while the other walked to meet the Baron in the middle.

“I swear to God, man, you’ve gotten ten times more insufferable since I learned you were rich.

The Baron shrugged. “It comes with the territory,”

“But you don’t have to be such a jackass about it,”

You felt it was a good time to chime in.

“Thank you so much for that, Helmut, but I think I should give you guys some privacy,” you said, straightening out your dress and walking deeper into the hallway. There had to be an exit somewhere…

“Wait!” When you turned, you found Helmut rushing to meet you. The men in the background looked shocked and almost smug. “Save your money. Meet me out at the airstrip tomorrow afternoon if you feel like seeing me again. If not, know that the Power Broker doesn’t let go of assets cheap, and you just slept with a man with a million dollar bounty, so buying your freedom isn’t an option. If you want to go without me, you’ll have to hitch a ride on a cargo ship but not as a stowaway. Working for your keep is the best way to stay under the radar. Nobody can touch you once you’r-”

You cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips. “I’ll see you at your private jet, Baron,”

He smirked. “So you will,” With as much gusto as a man could muster, he returned to his companions but not before offering one last goodbye. “Farewell, schatzi, until tomorrow,”

As you leaned up against the wall once more, you watched them go with a twinkle in your eye.

“Who was that?”

“None of your business, James,”

“Guys, what the hell did I just step on?”

“I believe that was my used rubber,”

“ZEMO!”

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a/n: I hope you enjoyed the filth! I haven’t written for Zemo before, even though I’ve loved him for years, but he’s definitely going into my main rotation now. If you have any ideas, send them my way! I’d love to fill the void, because there just aren’t very many Zemo x reader fics out there. If you enjoyed this, maybe reblog or leave a comment! I’d love to hear your thoughts. Thanks again!

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[missetbilu]

NOT A PRINCESS*

PART 1 | PART 2

fred weasley x fem!reader, smut

draco and his family invite you to come to the quidditch world cup. being best friends with malfoy for a long time, traveling with them was pretty normal to you. however, you realise this one trip might be a little more eventful than usual when a certain ginger crosses your way.

requested by @diorrfairy

warnings: nsfw, masturbation, penetrative sex

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ANY OF MY WORK!

FRED’S POV

I flinch the second the water hits my skin.

“George, you twat!” I scream, in hopes he’ll listen even with how loud the chatter is in all corners of this tent. “Fucking used all the hot water.”

“Sorry, mate, if you hurry it won’t be as bad.” He shouted back from wherever he was, laughing at my problem.

“Easy for you to say that!”

“Will you two stop screaming!” My mum’s annoyed voice echoed around. “Arthur, please cast a spell on the shower, the water is running cold again.” I heard her saying, now much less irritated. A few seconds later the water began to warm up

Fucking finally. Now I can… deal with this. Being last in line for the shower was a carefully calculated decision. Otherwise, I knew people would bother me for taking too long. Now everybody is ready and busy with their own things, so I can take a moment to recall this afternoon. The way Y/N’s cheeks went pink when I called her pretty had been stamped in my mind. I was grateful to be wearing a sweater long enough to hide the bulge growing in my pants.

I start pumping my cock slowly, thinking about her flustered face. When she was leaving, trying to seem superior as always, but just had to glance back at me.. Fuck. I hold myself on the wall with one hand, the other increasing its pace. Teasing Y/N along with the compliment didn’t seem to bother her. In fact, I think she liked it even better because of it.

It’s not clear to me what got me feeling this. This need to bury my cock deep inside of her. We’ve been fighting each other for so long, everytime I get a chance to piss her off I take it, without even thinking about it, and the same goes for Y/N. But now it’s different somehow. I tell myself it’s just because I like the rush of those little conflicts, or that it's a coincidence that she happens to be on my mind when I’m already aroused because of something else entirely. But...

“Y/N...” I whisper, almost inaudible. It’s the fourth time I cum with her name on my mouth, so maybe that’s not exactly true.

I finish cleaning up and putting on my clothes for the game, stepping out of the bathroom and calling Ginny.

“Can you paint my face?” I hold up a brush and the pots of green and white ink.

“Why?” She asks, from the couch where she and Hermione were chit chatting. “Can’t you do four stripes by yourself?”

“Oh, my lovely little sister,” I sit down next to her and arrange a pillow on my neck, “you’ll do much more than just four stripes.”

After I explain my vision, she begins setting down the color on my skin. I chuckle from the feel of the brush.

“Stop giggling, Fred, I’m gonna mess up.”

“My bad.”

“Think of something unpleasant if it helps.” She jokes. But I really do it. I start wondering why Malfoy and Y/N are so close, why she follows him around. I frown at the thought of what the two must be up to in the Malfoy cabin. “Okay, seems like you actually did it.” Ginny stops again. “The frowning helps even less than the giggling. Maybe we should just give up.”

“No, no, no, I’ll stop, I promise. I’ll be like a canvas, completely lifeless, how about that?”

“Fine.”

“Thank you! Now go ahead and make me into art, hm… Hermione, a famous painter, the one that made the woman with no eyebrows.”

“Da Vinci?”

“Make me into art, Da Vinci!”

—

“Ronald if you complain about the stairs one more time…” Hermione cuts my brother off before he can speak. George and I hold him back and wait for the group to get a little distance before teasing him.

“Poor Ronniekins, your girlfriend is upset with you.” I say.

“Just don't let her get too close to our boy Cedric there.” George says right after.

“Shut up.” He climbs up faster to get away from us.

“Wow, he’s sprinting up the stairs now.” George follows him. Before I can do the same, something catches my eyes on the level right under mine. Or rather someone.

I walk slowly until she’s catching up to me. She seems so happy, bubbly I guess. Her eyes sparkle, looking around at the people in the stadium, almost like she’s a whole new person, like she’s not trying to hide herself. I have to keep myself from staring. Then she does exactly what I’ve planned, bumps into my back.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry.” Her voice is so sweet it almost takes me off my stride.

“So you do have manners when you want to.” Almost. “What? Cat got your tongue, princess?” If looks could kill I would be dead from her stare. But they don’t, so all I feel is my trousers growing a little tighter.

“Shut the fuck up, Weasley.”

“Oh right, you’re the evil queen, Malfoy is the princess. My bad.”

“Why don’t you go piss off one of your 50 siblings?”

“Even if I had that many to piss off, still would rather irritate you.”

“Because you’re a sick fuck or because you’re just an obsessed little boy?” Because I’m starting to realize you’re incredibly hot and I want to fuck you senseless.

“Don’t know about obsessed, but I’m definitely not little.” There it is again, the blushing; it’s dark here but I can tell, I made her blush for the second time today.

“I have more to do than stand here talking to you.”

“What? Need to go running back to your boyfriend?” Stop, shit, you’re gonna sound jealous.

“Who, Draco? Please, Weasley, we’re practically brother and sister.”

“You are?” I try to sound like I don’t care or like this is just part of the teasing, but I feel something when her words hit me. Relief.

“Yeah..” She answered. Fuck, did she notice it?

“Thank Merlin you’re not actual siblings.” I try to get back to the teasing. “Poor of your mother, dealing with such an annoying pair.”

“You have some nerve saying that.” The way she roll her eyes makes me want to see them rolling back for a whole nother reason. “As if George and yourself aren’t a bloody threat to humankind as a whole.”

“Threat, uh?”

“Yeah.” I can see she adjusts her posture, trying to seem taller, trying to intimidate me. It only gets me craving her more.

“And you sure love to try your luck around this threat, don’t you, Y/L/N?”

With that I leave. I ran upstairs, skípping a few steps to distance myself faster. I glance downstairs for only a moment. She’s still standing there, taking in the interaction, I presume. But there’s something unexpected about what I see. She’s smiling.

—

NARRATOR’S POV

When the game is over and the men in the minister’s box are shaking hands and wrapping up their convos to leave, an idea crosses your mind. You pull on Draco’s sleeve, who was looking down at the players on the field, making their way to the locker rooms.

“Dray.” You call out and he huffs.

“Here it comes. What now?”

“I was thinking…”

“Nothing good ever comes from that.”

“Oh, shut it. You’re gonna like this.”

“Try me.” You ignore his negative facade, excited with your idea.

“We could see if the minister can get us to meet Krum!”

“I don’t like that at all.”

“Come on, you loved the game, he plays so fucking well.”

“Yeah, but I’m in no mood to fangirl over the guy, you can do that on your own.”

“Fine.” You cross your arms in front of your body, ready to give your last move. “When we’re back at school I’ll tell everyone how I met the greatest quidditch star in the world, and you’ll just have to watch. No, actually, you’ll have to answer everybody’s inquiries on why you didn’t get a chance to meet him.” As you turn to leave he pulls your arm.

“Okay then.” He says, annoyed at you, but convinced. “Let’s do it.” He waits for you to take a lead and you flash him a weak smile.

“I kinda need you to talk to Cornelius.” His face falls even more.

“Oh, fuck me.” He rolls his eyes and goes up to the minister.

“Thank you!”

—

The lockers are almost empty by now. Draco and you had been standing right outside for some time, seeing athletes come out and leave one after the other. Fudge told you to wait outside and when Krum was done he would call you guys in to take a picture, get an autograph, just fans stuff right? But it seemed like he had forgotten that.

“How could a shower possibly take so long?”

“He must be tired from the game and is taking this moment to relax a bit.”

“Why doesn’t he go do that in his cabin? I can’t see how someone would relax in a public space like this.” His disgusted expression makes you laugh.

“What did you expect, Draco? A proper meet n greet?”

“I don’t know, Y/N, but not this…”

“Hey, you two.” A guy walks out and calls you and Draco. “You can enter now.”

“Thank you so much!” You say animatedly.

“Thank you.”

“Great match!” You shout as he distances himself. You hear Draco chuckling behind you. “What?” Now you’re the one with the annoyed expression.

“Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Care to explain?”

“Being a bloody cheerleader.” He snickers but stops abruptly when you slap him in the head. “Ow!”

“Let’s go inside, shall we?”

You walk into the locker room and Krum immediately welcomes you talking in that accent you find so cute.

“Hello! Cornelius said you two were good friends of his and wanted to meet me.”

“Yes! You were amazing out there!” You say, as he pulls your hand and places a kiss to your knuckles.

“You really were. Fantastic game.” Draco adds, shaking Viktor’s hand.

“Thank you so much. What are your names?”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Draco Malfoy.”

“Nice to meet you two.”

“I’m not an expert at all but it’s clear to see that you are something else on that pitch!”

“Do you play Quidditch?”

“Oh me?” You laugh nervously. “No, I definitely don’t. Draco here plays! He’s a seeker too!” Draco nods, sending Krum a grin, but he can’t keep his eyes off the door for more than a second, preoccupied that his dad will be mad if they take too long.

“That’s great. Is he good?” Krum asks with a chuckle.

“He is!” You keep up the chat with Viktor, he’s so nice you forget about what you came here for.

“Draco!” The moment you hear Lucius calling, you regret asking to come.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, Dray. I thought…”

“It’s okay. I’ll go talk to him, you stay here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. It was a pleasure meeting you.” He shakes Krum’s hand again and leaves.

“Well I don’t want to waste any more of your time…”

“It’s not a waste of my time, don’t worry.”

“Could you maybe give me an autograph?”

“Sure.” He holds out his hand and you frown, confused at the gesture. But then you realise that you didn’t bring anything for him to sign.

“Oh hm, I’m so sorry, I forgot to bring pen and paper.”

“Not a problem.” He walks up to his locker and pulls out a photograph of him, apparently it was taken tonight, when he made that astounding entrance. You observe with stars on your eyes as he signs the photo, handing it to you afterwards. “I’m supposed to sign all of those later,” he points at the stack of pictures, “to sell them, I think. But I want you to have this one.”

“Thank you so so much! This is so sweet of you, but I can pay for it!”

“No, no. Keep it, I insist. Just don’t tell anyone, yeah? It will be our secret.”

“Well, okay, I can keep a secret.” You giggle and look around, glancing at the clock on the wall. It’s late. “I should get going now. Thank you so much again! For your attention and the photo!”

“My pleasure.”

“Bye! Have a great night!”

“Goodbye, Y/N!”

As you run out of the lockers you are hit with the realisation that you are alone. Lucius most definitely took Draco to the cabin, not letting his son stay and wait for you. The bleachers are almost completely empty, the only people you can see are those who probably were really high up, that only now are leaving the pitch. You run towards that group and try to blend in, that way you won’t need to walk in a totally desert field.

“Well, I guess someone forgot to put their dragon on a leash.” You don’t know if you feel more annoyed or relieved to hear George’s voice, but when you turn to him your face doesn’t show any signs of relief.

“Already told you, Georgie; she’s no dragon, she’s the evil queen.” Fred comments, his stare piercing through you.

“Yeah, right, I keep forgetting.” George keeps up with the rest of their group, but Fred walks in your rhythm.

“Are you lost, Y/L/N?” Yes, I am very much lost.

“No. Why would you think that?”

“Why else would you be here with the lower class?”

“I have a perfectly good reason to be here mixing up with you people, but I don’t feel like telling you.”

“Is it because you can’t stop yourself from craving my company?” The smug grin on his face makes a response almost fly out of your mouth. That’s not the reason, but somehow I do appreciate it that I ended up here with you, you think.

“Don’t be so full of yourself, Weasley.”

“Oh, never.” You two walk in silence for a bit. It’s only when the tents are beginning to grow in number around you that Fred says something again.

“You seem scared.” That’s because I am.

“I’m not.”

“I don’t buy it.”

“Fine, then don’t. I don’t care.” You shrug, still walking in sync with him. If your arms weren’t crossed over your chest, maybe your hand would be close enough to touch Fred’s. The thought sends butterflies to your stomach.

“You didn’t seem scared earlier today…”

“Because I wasn’t.”

“Is it.. Is it Malfoy?” He asks and you wanna pinch yourself from thinking his tone is the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard. “Do you feel safe around him?”

“That’s not it. I mean, I do feel safe around him.” Before you can think it through, you’re pouring out. “We’re best friends. I always feel safe with him, I guess much of it comes from not feeling that way when I’m around my family. But that’s not the point, I’m not scared to be here without him. I’m scared for him, like all the time.” You stop to catch your breath and realize what happened.

“I see. I don’t relate to it, but I understand what you’re saying.” Fred says, absentmindedly placing a hand on your shoulder. You have stopped, the rest of his group already pretty far from the two of you. For a second neither make a move. Fred doesn’t know what to do, but he wants to comfort you, and you can feel that. Deep down, you like it.

“Anyways, I’m not scared.” You start walking again, his hand falling from your shoulder. “Maybe a little scared of the way back to the cabin, cause it’s dark and there’s not gonna be a soul out there, but I’ll live to see another day.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Not safe for an evil queen such as yourself to be out and about on your own. Don’t you have like an eerie crow to escort you there?”

“You really are stuck in that fairy tale thing, aren’t you?”

“I guess I grew fond of it.” He shrugs and you giggle at his expression. Yeah, that’s right, you giggle. In front of him, like you really are in a goddamn fairy tale. Where is the fairy godmother when I need her to send me a ride to get me the hell out of here?

“Okay, hmm. Bye, Weasley.”

“Wait.” He stops you when you turn to leave. “Not gonna let you go back all alone.”

“What do you mean you’re not gonna let me?”

“I’m coming with you.”

“Don’t be silly, your tent is right over there, the cabins are pretty far away.”

“That’s one more reason for you not to go by yourself.”

“I don’t need your protection. You don’t even like me.”

“I’ll give it to you anyways. Come on, let’s go.” He pulls you by your arm and you give up on trying to convince him not to come. You prefer his company after all. After a while of walking in silence, he speaks. “I always thought it was the other way around.”

“What?” You send him a puzzled glare.

“You said I don’t like you.”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I always thought you were the one who didn’t like me. And my siblings. And friends, and basically everyone who’s not up to your level, I suppose.”

“Well, you were right, I don’t like you. Happy?”

“Not very.”

“So sorry to hear that.” You answer, voice laced with sarcasm.

“I bet you’re lying.”

“About what, Weasley?”

“You do like me.”

“Wrong.”

“You do. I’m impossible not to like.”

“Absurdly inaccurate.”

“Agree to disagree then.”

“You know, I would rather walk in silence.”

“No need to, we’re here already.” Fred points at the cabin. “It wasn’t even that far, you’re just not used to walking.”

“If you’re done criticizing me, I’ll go inside. Thank you for bringing me here.” You walk up to the door and Fred follows.

“Won’t even invite me in?”

“Why the fuck would I?”

“Good manners? Besides, it seems like there’s no one in, so I would be breaking my promise of not letting you be alone.”

“You didn’t promise anything, you just tagged along on my walk over here.”

“Fine, fine, fine. Forget it then.” He throws his hands in the air and is about to leave when you murmur.

“Okay, you can come in.” You unlock the door and enter the cabin. Fred enters behind you, closing the door with a smile on his face, happy to have won you over.

“Wow.” He says, looking around the spacious living room.

“Draco left a note, apparently they are the minister’s cabin. Now I’ve got a real promise for you to make, you need to leave before they come back.”

“I will vanish, faster than a golden snitch.”

“I’m serious, Weasley.”

“So am I.” He walks up to you and holds up his pinky.

“Really? Are we twelve?”

“You want me to swear on this or not?”

“Fine.” You roll your eyes and lace your pinky with his.

“Done.” He then throws his body on the big couch, making pillows fly down.

“Are you fucking mental???” You quickly pick them up and place them back in their place.

“What? All this space and these nice stuff are for us to use, right?”

“No they are not! Get the fuck up, Fred. If you make a mess I’ll hex you.”

“Okay, easy girl.”

“Let’s go to my room.” He raises his eyebrows at that and you feel the need to explain yourself, trying not to show how flustered that look alone got you. “If you wanna jump on a bed like a child might as well do it there, where you won’t get me in trouble.”

The minute Fred enters your room he starts going through your things, amused to see how much you’ve got going on there.

“There’s no way.”

“What?”

“This is your room?”

“While we stay here, yeah.”

“It’s too big, and full of stuff. Nice stuff.” He says holding an alarm clock. “Heavy.” He comments. “Probably expensive.”

“It most definitely is. Put it down.”

“Makes me wonder how your actual room is, in your mansion.” You can’t hold back a laugh at his words.

“I do love my bedroom back at the manor. I always miss it when I travel. I wish I could go back just to sleep and then return by the morning.”

“I wouldn’t miss home if I were staying in a place like this, I tell you that.” He throws himself on the bed.

“No! Get up, you’re dirty.” You point out his sweaty clothes and his sneakers covered in dry mud.

“Ugh, fine. Wait a minute.” He runs to your bathroom. “I fucking knew it.”

“Knew what, genius?”

“This bathroom is bigger than my whole room at the burrow. Not only do you have a proper shower, you also have a bathtub.” He moves around frantically, taking in the place. “Look at all these fancy products!” He points out to your sink.

“What, toothpaste?” You chuckle.

“This is not regular toothpaste.” He takes the tube and plays with it, going through the other things by the sink.

“You know, I bet Lucius' bathroom is even bigger.”

“No shit.”

“He always takes the master, and the master room is usually bigger and- hey!” You stop talking when he sprints out, making his way to Lucius’ room. “Fred, don’t!”

“What? I’m not gonna break anything, relax. Merlin’s beard!” He stops abruptly by the door and you crash into his back.

“Shit!” Fred laughs loudly.

“You gotta stop running into me like that, sweetheart.” The nickname makes your heart flutter.

“I’m serious, Weasley, we can’t go in there.”

“Come on, live a little.” He grabs your waist and pulls you inside. “Now that you’re already here there’s no going back, let’s explore.”

“I don’t like this one bit.”

“I’m really enjoying myself.”

“Well, you’re the only one.” That was a lie and Fred could see right through it.

“Are you not curious to see what he hides in…here!” He opens the drawer in the nightstand to find it empty. “Shit, no luck, let’s keep digging.”

“It really is bigger, isn’t it?” You say, giving up on convincing Fred. Again.

“Hell yeah it is. And I bet the mattress is better.”

“Doubt it.”

“I dare you to jump on it.”

“Fuck no!”

“It’s a dare! You gotta do it or give me something in return.”

“What do you want, Weasley, my peace? Cause you’re definitely trying to take it away from me right now.”

“Take off your shoes.”

“What? No!” You get flustered once again, seeing Fred taking off his sneakers and getting on the bed kneeling in front of you.

“Come on, it’s gonna be worse if you do this with them on.”

“I’m not doing anything.” You say with a stubborn pose and Fred thinks about how he wants to fuck that attitude out of you.

“Okay then, I’ll do it for you.” Before you can protest he hooks his arm on your waist and pulls you into the bed. You squeak as you bounce on the mattress.

“Fred, you dipshit!” He starts jumping up and down, making it hard for you to get up.

“This bed is like a proper trampoline!” He exclaims excitedly.

“No it is not! It’s Lucius' bed and he’ll kill me!” You finally end up standing, but can’t keep your balance with his jumping. “But not before I kill you!”

“Good luck with that- Aw fuck!” You try to pull Fred down to stop him, but he ends up falling from the bed.

“Oh, my God!” You kneel on the floor next to his body. Fred groans and massages his head. “Are you okay?” You take his face in your hands, looking for bruises.

“Hm…”

“Fred, I’m serious, are you alright?” You absentmindedly run your fingers across his cheeks, looking deep into his eyes, waiting for an answer.

“Wow, you really are worried about me, aren’t you, Y/L/N?”

“Yes, I was worried, Weasley.” You answer with a huff. He holds your hands in place before you can pull them away.

“A kiss to get better?” He asks in a teasing tone.

“Hm…” you lean forward until your faces are mere inches from each other. “In your dreams.” You get up from the ground and Fred sighs, holding himself up on his forearms.

“Too bad.”

“Get up, you better leave.” The minute you say that, the click of the front door makes you go quiet. Your eyes almost pop right out. You glance at the messy king size bed with a look of terror on your face.

“Help!” You whisper to Fred, trying to tidy it as best as you can.

“I must have left it here on the counter.” You hear Lucius’ distant voice.

“You can give it to Cornelius on another occasion, father.” Draco suggests, standing by the front door.

“No, I cannot! Why would I thank him for the invitation to this game days after it, Draco?”

“Psst!” Fred calls your attention. “This is the best we can do, leave it this way. Let’s hide!”

“He’ll notice it!”

“We have no other option! Come on, the closet.”

“It’s not here.” You can imagine Lucius’ angered expression as he rubs his temples. “It must be in my room.”

“Shit! He’s coming in here!” You enter the closet after Fred.

“Even the closet is spacious as fuck.” He grumbles. “This isn’t even a hiding spot, we’re out in the open.”

“The wardrobe, come on.” You pull him into the mass of fancy suits and close the door.

“You want me to check it?” Draco offers.

“No, I don’t want you in my room. Wait here.” Lucius’ steps make your heart beat faster. “Where did I leave that stupid box?” His voice is so close now that you can barely control your breathing from the anxiety haunting you.

Fred holds a finger against his mouth, signaling for you to be quiet. You send him an offended look and mimic the action more intensely.

“This is all your fault.” You mouth the word, no sound coming out.

“What?” Fred mouths back, shrugging in confusion.

You roll your eyes so hard you worry it might be audible. Then Lucius enters the closet, he flicks the lights on and goes through the drawers.

What if he comes in here? He could very well have left it in the pocket of one of these suits. Then I’m fucked. He’s gonna kill me. He’s gonna kill Draco! Shit, what have I done? Your breathing becomes elaborate as the possible outcomes cross your mind.

Fred’s eyes flicker from what he can see of Lucius through the openings on the door to your unsettling form. He pokes you and when he gets your attention shushes you. The vision of punching him in the stomach is nice, but you know it’s gonna make a noise, so you just roll your eyes once again and try not to be loud yourself.

“Draco, did you go through my personal belongings?!” Lucius shouts.

Before you can react, Fred is pulling you into him and holding a hand against your mouth. Thankfully he did so, because Lucius’ words made you gasp and he probably would have heard you if it wasn’t for Fred. You hated it nonetheless. You especially hated the feel of his body against yours, or rather the way that made you squeeze your tights together. His hand on your mouth is another thing, part of you wants to yank it away and scream at him for having the audacity to do that, but there’s also a voice telling you to do nothing more than submit to him.

“Found it.” Lucius grabs a small leather box and walks out, turning the lights off and calling out for Draco. “Okay I have it here, let’s go back.”

For a few seconds neither of you move. Even after you hear the front door closing, you don’t try to get Fred to let go of you and he doesn’t release you from his grip, the hand on your mouth and the one on your hip perfectly steady. Until you break it.

“You!” The rage is clear in your voice as you hold a finger up to his face “How could you possibly think it was okay to do that, stupid?!”

“Hey! I helped you, okay? Couldn’t stop fucking squirming!” That was true, what he didn’t say is that he liked it, especially after he pulled you into him, your movements making it very hard for him to ignore the tent forming in his pants. “And of course, breathing like a goddamn dog.”

“Oh! Take that back!”

“No way! Had I not done it we would have been caught, genius.”

“I wouldn’t even be in this situation if it wasn’t for you!” You clapped back. Both of you hot and heavy into the argument, didn’t even leave the wardrobe before you started screaming at each other. “This is all your fault!”

“Please, as if you didn’t have fun with me around!”

“I most definitely did not!” That’s a lie, and you feel it burning you as you say it. “You only brought me problems!”

“Well, I guess I should have let you come back all alone then!”

“I guess you should have!”

Then he kisses you. It’s so intense it’s a surprise you don’t trip back, yet somehow you return it right away. Your hands fly to his hair and Fred grips your waist. He brings you closer and you can feel his erection against your stomach, making you moan just thinking about taking him.

Fred groans in response.

“You sound so pretty.” He pulls away and goes for your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses along your skin. “Can you do that again, doll?”

“You’re gonna have to take it from me, Weasley.” You challenge him.

“As you wish.” Is all he says before throwing you on his shoulder and leaving your hiding spot.

“Fred, put me down!” You whine, faking annoyance when in fact you can’t wait to see what he’s gonna do to you.

Fred only does so when you reach the bathroom in your room.

“You said we were dirty, uh? How about we take a shower then?”

“I’m not getting in the shower with you.” Playing stubborn came so naturally to you and the effect it had on Fred was too good for you to drop it.

“I barely even touched you back there and you were moaning already.” He said through gritted teeth. “Want me to give you some real reasons to scream my name or not?”

You didn’t bother answering, taking off your top and, since you were not wearing a bra, letting your breasts on full display for Fred.

“I doubt you could make me scream your name.” You pull down your trousers with your underwear and step out of them. Seeing your naked form made the ever so talkative boy go quiet, mouth agape and pants tighter than ever. Even though you’re the only one exposed right now, the control is by no means on Fred’s hands. “But I’ll give you a chance.”

You step into the shower turning on the warm water as Fred gets rid of his clothes. You thought he would run to get in with you as fast as possible, but he doesn’t. He takes each piece off with a grin plastered on his face, teasingly, while staring at you. He’s making you wait, making you crave him more. And, fuck, is it working.

“Are you gonna join me or no-”

Before you can finish he enters the shower and wastes no time in pressing your back to the cold tiles. Fred goes straight back to kissing you. He’s hungry for you and you know it. You feel the same yourself, so you allow your hands to roam his body, feeling the muscles on his back, on his arms, until you reach his tights. He grunts and breaks the kiss to look you in the eyes.

“Can you touch me?” He asks, losing his act for a moment, too eager to feel your hand around his length. You nod and take him, pumping slowly and watching for his reactions. He huffs and lets his head fall forward, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“I want you to touch me too.” You admit quietly.

“Thought you would say that.” His finger finds your slit and he gently runs it up and down before flicking your clit.

“Aw, shit!” You hold onto his back with your free arm, squirming away from his hand.

“No need to shy away from me now.” He kisses down your neck, letting out a moan here and there from the way you’re jerking him off. “Fuck, this feels good.” You run your thumb across his tip and almost chuckle with excitement at his sounds.

“You like that, Freddie?” You ask and he mumbles an affirmative response. You near your mouth to his ear and whispers between a moan. “Wait until you feel my pussy.” The second you say it he inserts two fingers inside of you. “Fred!!” You scream and let go of his member.

“Already am, sweetheart.”

“That’s.. that’s not what I meant..” You manage to say with the shockwaves of pleasure he’s giving you.

“I think you and I both know that.” He keeps poking your g-spot over and over with his slender fingers. “Just thought I should make you come once before letting you fuck yourself into my cock.”

“Please...” You beg, feeling your high approaching, to which he answers by circling his thumb against your clit. “Fuck, Fred!” You come, chanting his name.

He gives you a kiss on the lips and pulls his fingers out. You cry out from the loss of contact and he smirks devilishly.

“Feeling too empty without my fingers in your cunt?” You nod and whine, clinging onto him. “It’s alright though, I’m gonna give you something better.” Spinning you around, Fred squeezes your ass cheeks and runs his cock along your folds. You brace yourself on the wall, arching your back and prancing your bottom up.

“Please..” You beg again.

“Just gave you an orgasm, and here you are, so needy for another one.”

“Yes, Freddie.” Is your answer. “Please, fuck me already.” He places a kiss on your temple and slides himself into you.

You both gasp at the feeling. Fred waits a moment, before pushing the rest of his length. Your head falls down as you wait to get used to his size.

“You can move now.” And so he does, dragging himself slowly out of you before pushing back in.

“So tight.” He growls.

“Freddie..” You push your body up so that your back is pressed against his chest. “You.. you fill me up so good.” Fred holds your face to the side and kisses you ardently.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Uhummm…” Your answer drags out into a moan as he fastens the pace.

“Taking me so well, Y/N.” He grunts.

“Oh fuck yes, right there!” You shout out, feeling your second orgasm rushing through you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna..” That’s all Fred manages to say before he pulls out and comes all over your ass and lower back.

“Oh my.” You breathe out.

“That was amazing.” He says, helping you clean up.

“It really was.” You turn around and Fred embraces your body, drawing circles on your back as you do the same on his chest and the water falls on top of you two.

“By the way, I won.”

“Won what?”

“I made you scream my name.” You chuckle at his grin.

“That you did. But we didn’t make a bet or anything like that, so no prize for you.”

“What do you mean no prize?” He slaps your ass, making you jerk forward and hold onto him. “This was the prize.”

“Fair enough.”

“We can think of something else for me to get next time.”

“Oh, next time, yeah?” To which Fred raises his eyebrows and cocks his head to the side. You roll your eyes at him.

“I prefer when you do that while coming apart for me.” You bite your lip and spin around with a sight, turning off the shower.

“Alright, pretty boy, enough of wasting water. Let’s get dressed and I’ll let you go back to your family.”

You only take a step out of the shower when you hear it. The door unlocking, Lucius and Draco arriving, talking in the distance. You eye Fred who stopped dead in his tracks with the recognition you are not alone anymore.

“Shit…” You mumble quietly. “Here we go again.”

#fred weasley smut #fred weasley x reader #harry potter smut #draco malfoy #fifi-writes

[treesofgreen]

I've a theory that a not inconsequential part of Izzy's whole thing - the uncontrollable anger, his anxieties and blind spots, the broken, twisted mess that is his relationship with Edward, the pathological rejection of softness, the way he's wound so tight he's going to collapse like a dying star and take everyone in his radius with him - is a result of ongoing sexual abuse/rape he experienced in his youth, homophobia directed towards him, an inability to process the trauma, and his terrible coping mechanisms and piss poor attempts to self-medicate.

I've seen this angle dotting the fanfic landscape (more and more, which as a survivor of sexual violence I find...comforting? in an odd way) but I haven't seen it discussed here, outside of this insightful post by @mirkwoodest There are a good number of fans who believe Izzy wasn't always Like This and used to be softer and more open, but again, I haven't really seen a discussion of the why (if I missed your meta, please @ me).

There's something else in Izzy's anger at Lucius, something that doesn't speak to "gay and homophobic" so much as it does a "cycle of abuse". To Izzy wanting to hurt Lucius in a way he was hurt (which is also self-harm, so a win-win for Izzy) but he's not very good at it and it comes out all awkward and cringe and nonsensical because he is actually gay and he knows it and he isn't ashamed of it so much as it's no one's fucking business; and he's not homophobic in the sense we mean it when making our "all problems would be solved if Izzy got dicked down and realized he likes it" jokes. He knows he likes it. That isn't the problem. It's a lot deeper and a lot messier than that.

Izzy is afraid, on a level he probably never, ever consciously thinks about, of what being viewed as a "proper little seductress" can lead to for the "seductress". In a warped way he's looking out for Lucius, tearing him down before someone else does a more thorough job of it - which is horrible and unacceptable! To be clear! It's bullying and victim blaming and isn't going to help anything at all except there's a wounded part of Izzy's brain that feels compelled to start wounding someone else. Izzy's harm to others is never justified.

Izzy is already completely out of his element on the Revenge, he hates this fucker Bonnet, Edward fucked off to a fancy party with Bonnet, he's faced with this, he can't even bully this mouthy bitch properly because he's tripping over his own trauma and he can't stop the words coming out of his mouth, and then Lucius lays the "we don't own each other" line on him and it takes him out not because Edward owns him or Izzy thinks he owns Edward (he does think so, in a way, but again, it's messier) but Edward's ownership is the thing that makes having been owned by someone else, someone horrible, something he can live with. His loyalty to Edward, Edward's loyalty to him - it's what makes him able to repress enough of his past and enough of his pain to function.

As someone who did everything she was supposed to while silently suffocating, not knowing who I was other than 'wrong' until long after most people have figured it out, Stede speaks to me. I see myself in his low self-worth and his awkwardness and need to please and his guilt and the feeling of having ruined everyone you touch and always feeling like you made the wrong decision.

I see myself in Ed with the trauma of his childhood - the poverty, the alcoholism, the violence and the mother who tells you we're here to suffer and means it as a comfort. The need to run away, to want, to be someone else other than the dark thing you know you are deep inside (and it is you no matter how much you wish it weren't, it's the thing your father gave you and it's yours now and you can't let it go, not in a real, lasting sense, until you acknowledge it as yours. Only then can you let it go, which is something your father was never able to do).

I see myself in Ed's dramatic mood swings and his temper and delight and need to be liked, in his chameleon-like nature and adhd and depression, in his fear of rejection and of being "too sensitive". In the way we feel like we're healing again and again only for others to tear through us so effortlessly, almost unthinkingly, certainly they weren't expecting us to fall apart like that, can't you ever be normal and you really thought you had it this time, you really thought you were stronger but you're not. Not in any real, lasting sense.

When look at Izzy I think of Hurricane by Mary Oliver. You know:

It didn't behave

like anything you had

ever imagined. The wind

tore at the trees, the rain

fell for days slant and hard.

The back of the hand

to everything. I watched

the trees bow and their leaves fall

and crawl back into the earth.

As though, that was that.

This was one hurricane

I lived through, the other one

was of a different sort, and

lasted longer. Then

I felt my own leaves giving up and

falling. The back of the hand to everything.

I'm in a good place now, as good a place as I've ever been, but in thinking about young Izzy I see my younger self and my responses to sexual trauma, and in looking at Izzy now I see what I would now be if I hadn't gotten the help I did. Closed off and anxious and awkward and unbearably angry. Unsettled and binding myself tighter and tighter to calm that yet unable to stop lashing out. Clingy to the point of separation anxiety with the very few people I did trust. Almost always unable to acknowledge what actually happened because these things happen, it was no big deal, it was nothing actually, it was probably my fault anyway, it was rape but I deserved it but I'm going to murder anyone that says I did.

I'm probably going to make a separate post about specific headcanons, both for Izzy and Izzy & Edward and how they've been both the best and the worst thing for each other through the years, because this is getting too long and rambling. But I think that young Izzy had softness, once, love, even, and was punished severely/hate crimed for it (my best guess is in the navy, which led to him leaving). I think after he turned to piracy he was the "favorite" of someone with more authority and it was abuse and he knew it but couldn't fight it or acknowledge it, and so he just kind of went with it, closing off more and more of himself. (Please note that I'm not saying anything about his masochism here).

And then there was Edward - who was his friend, who was brilliant and brave and strong in ways Izzy wasn't, who saw something brilliant and brave and strong in Izzy and held onto him and Izzy has been holding on to Edward ever since and he can't let go, even when Edward has let go, even if it's going to drown them both. He doesn't know how. He doesn't know, at this point, that it's even an option, he's so deep in the dark water, in the rot. But I have hope he can be shown, because this is the way Hurricane ends:

But listen now to what happened

to the actual trees;

toward the end of that summer they

pushed new leaves from their stubbed limbs.

It was the wrong season, yes,

but they couldn't stop. They

looked like telephone poles and didn't

care. And after the leaves came

blossoms. For some things

there are no wrong seasons.

Which is what I dream of for me.

#izzy hands #our flag means death #ofmd #trauma #lucius spriggs #edward teach #i hope this is coherent my brain is not

[alrightberries]

Hi! So like what if Levi & F!Reader are like cuddling, and Levi over slept (maybe misses a meetings?) and Eren and his squad have to go find him and they see Reader and Levi all cuddly and stuffs. AND THEN Levi become super pissed bc they went into his quarters without permission and blah blah blah (you can decide the rest lolll) basically crack, fluff and humor lol. Please& thank uuu

the short end of the stick

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 3.3k

❈ summary: In which the 104th cadets were not prepared to find out that the terrifying and ever-intimidating Captain Levi... is a little spoon.

❈ trigger warnings: implied sex. brief mentions of blood and death. profanity

a/n: i made the reader gender neutral, hope y’all don’t mind. i had too much fun writing this and got kinda carried away. this is my first request ever and i’m glad that i finished it. enjoy!

Eren was shaking.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was clenching his fists, nails piercing his skin so harshly he swore it would draw blood. His heart angrily pumped inside his chest, every beat so strong he nearly anticipated for it to jump out of his ribcage at any given moment.

Fear.

He felt fear.

He puts a name to the feeling and it doesn’t make him feel any better. Ears ringing, lungs breathing rapidly as he tries to steady his fear-induced heart. He was hyperventilating. His eyebrows crease from his anxiousness and he feels his knees weaken, daring to give out beneath him. Was he actually shaking right now? He couldn’t even tell.

Vulnerable.

He felt vulnerable.

Eren had seen many horrors throughout his short lifetime. He saw the colossal titan rear its ugly head over Wall Maria as its foot smashed into the wall’s gates, debris flying throughout the district as a boulder crushed his home with his mother still inside. He saw his mother get snapped in half and eaten by a titan right before his very eyes at a tender age as he sat by and could do nothing but watch.

He was orphaned. Forced to grow up too soon, too fast just so he could say he survived. His entire district was left homeless, forced to become refugees as titans rampaged throughout the outer walls, forced plow the fields to combat the famine and hunger, forced to have 250,000 people go on what was essentually a suicide mission to appease the growing population.

He trained in the military. He trained for three gruesome years and had his physical and mental psyche crushed into dust beneath the boots of the commanding officer, only to be thrown into a battle—completely unprepared— with the titans once more before he could even graduate.

He saw his friends, his family, his brothers and sisters in arms get eaten. Killed. Murdered. Swatted away like flies by the very beasts he swore he’d kill.

And yet, nothing could prepare him for this.

Nothing could prepare him for the blood-pumping, adrenaline-induced terror at the mere thought of having to carry out his mission.

Nothing could prepare him for having to wake up Captain Levi from his nap.

Jean groaned. “Dammit, just fucking do it already.”

Eren is snapped out of his reverie, suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone. His fellow soldiers stood behind him.

“Well if you’re so brave then why don’t you do it, horse-face?” He grits back, turning around and clenching his fists at his side.

He glimpses around the hallway and his eyes loom over his teammates’ amused faces, each painted with a shit-eating grin. Everyone was relieved that they weren’t the ones tagged with waking up the Captain from his nap.

Rumor around the base is, the last person from his original squadron (may they rest in peace) who had to wake up Captain Levi almost had his ear sliced off. Levi wasn’t even carrying any gear or anywhere near a knife.

One look at Mikasa told Eren that even she was glad she didn’t get picked for this task, and he shudders at the thought of being the poor bastard who had to lose his ear just so the Captain wouldn’t be late for his meeting. He quite liked having both of his ears attached to his head, thank you very much.

“It’s your task.”

“Yeah but why is it my task?!”

“Because you drew the short end of the stick, genius.” Jean replies easily.

Oh. Right.

“There has to be something we can do! Another plan. One that doesn’t involve waking up Captain Levi.” His eyes are pleading as he looks at his fellow soldiers, yet none of them seem willing to switch places with him.

Dammit. They were really going to make him work for it.

All his dignity is thrown out the window as Eren quickly gets on his knees and starts begging his friends, the shit-eating grins on their faces turning into wicked smiles as they watch him beg for mercy.

“Mikasa? What about you? Are you seriously going to let them send me to my death?” He asks, but Mikasa simply turns her head the other way as she speaks.

“He won’t kill you. Just sever your ear.”

Eren’s eye twitches.

She looks at him once more. “I’ll pick up your ear and ask the medical unit to sew it back on you. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

As proof, she holds up a glass jar and some tweezers. She had gloves on her hands.

God, he was going to kill his teammates.

Jean, apparently fed up with Eren’s incessant whining, marches towards him and grabs him by the collar, forcing him to stand up.

“Yeager, you trained in the military for three years. You’re a goddam titan shifter. You got kidnapped and held hostage. Three times. Waking up a growth-stunted man won’t be the last of you.”

Jean’s words are reassuring but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. No, his eyes are still amused. Very amused.

Scratch that, he wasn’t going to kill all his comrades. Just Jean. Jean and his extremely punchable horse-face.

Before he could even reply, Eren is shoved inside the Captain’s office with a quick “Off you go!” and the door is quickly shut behind him.

Fear.

This was truly fear.

Captain Levi’s office is empty, Eren notices. It’s spotless as always and tall shelves line every wall, each filled to the brim with books and documents. A lone door sits at the far right wall.

The Captain’s bedroom.

Slowly, with bathed breaths, he forces his legs to walk closer to the door that held his fate. Briefly, Eren thinks about getting some protective ear covers (just in case) but he quickly shoves that idea aside when he realizes that Jean and Conny were likely blocking the door from the outside.

That, and he concludes that the Captain would just break another part of his body. Maybe his hands. He didn’t need ears for handling ODM gear but he did need his hands.

“Captain?” Eren’s voice is weak but clear as he knocks on the door. “Captain Levi, you’re late for your meeting.”

He holds his breath for a few seconds, and there’s no response. He tries once more.

“Captain,” he repeats, louder this time. “Captain, you really need to wake up. Commander Erwin says your attendance is required for the meeting to start.”

But there’s still no response.

His hands are shaky and he’s still extremely nervous, but he knew Captain Levi’s presence was urgent to the meeting. Classified, Commander Erwin had said when he asked what it was about. 

The third time Eren repeats his fruitless endeavors, he realizes that Captain Levi really wasn’t waking up any time soon.

He runs back to the door he came in from.

“Let me out!” He yells, hands throttling the doorknob as he tries to pull the door open but just as he suspected, Jean and Conny are sealing the exit and pulling at the doorknob as well.

“Let me out, dammit! Captain Levi won’t wake up, I don’t wanna die— just let me out!”

His feet are pressed up against the wall at this point and he manages to yank the door open by a few mere inches. A quick glimpse outside confirms his worse fears: all his friends are holding onto the doorknob as well, trying to keep the door closed. Even Mikasa.

He’d never felt so betrayed.

“You got this Eren!” His eyes drift to the back of the group where Sasha was smiling at him with a cheeky grin. “I’m sure the Captain won’t hurt you too badly when you wake him up.”

“No, fuck that! He’ll murder me and say it was because I went ape shit in titan form. He won’t even get arrested!”

It was when he made eye contact with Mikasa when he realized what true betrayal felt like.

“Good luck, Eren.” “No, don’t—!” Mikasa yanks the door close with one strong pull and he falls to the floor, on his ass.

The room is quite once more (save for the cheeky giggles on the other side of the door) and Eren brushes himself off as he stands up. He eyes the door to the Captain’s bedroom and he breathes in deeply when he comes to terms with what he has to do to wake the Captain from his deep slumber. He has to go inside.

He finds himself in front of the door once again, and this time his knocks are a little louder, a little more unsure, as he speaks. “Captain? I don’t think you’re waking up soon. I’m coming in.”

Slowly, he tells himself. Slowly.

Eren wasn’t sure what to expect when he opened the door to Captain Levi’s quarters. Maybe a torture chamber. Maybe swords and skeletons on the wall. Maybe a book on How To Murder With One Glare on a coffee table. He didn’t know.

But oddly, he thinks as he glances around, the Captain’s bedroom is... normal. The room’s dark, with its curtains drawn and the candles unlit. Tall shelves holding an impressive collection of books still line a portion of the walls. A bed is pressed up against the wall opposite the door, and there are two lumps underneath the blankets—

Wait.

Two lumps.

Two.

Captain Levi’s in bed with someone?

“Captain Levi,” Eren quietly calls out. He wonders who the hell managed to catch the Captain’s attention... or if someone even caught his attention at all. Captain Levi could just be hugging a pillow, he reasons. But Eren’s curiosity overtakes his fears and his legs start to walk closer towards the bed. “Captain?”

The blanket was pulled over the two sleeping lumps, and Eren gently tugs it down to reveal their faces.

No way.

No fucking way.

Briefly, Eren is speechless. His words get caught in his throat, hand frozen mid-air as he marvels at the sight of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier cuddled up within the arms of his lover. His normally stoic face is gone, replaced by relaxed eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, one cheek puffed up as it’s squished into his lover’s chest and his head is nuzzled into the crook of their neck. His arms disappear underneath the blankets, but judging by the fact that his lover’s arms were around him, Eren surmised that the Captain’s arms were most likely wrapped around his lover as well.

He looked innocent— cute, almost, and if Eren didn’t have to train under him everyday he might have actually believed that the Captain’s innocent sleeping face could be taken at face value.

Eren recognizes you, as well. He’s seen you around the base with your own squadron, an elite soldier with your own team of other elite soldiers. You’re known around the base as the squad leader who works their team to the ground, training your members so hard that they genuinely considered going to Captain Levi for comfort. But it wasn’t for naught, of course. Your squad’s survived longer than Captain Levi’s (again, may they rest in peace), barely making it out complete when the fiasco with the Female Titan occurred.

“Oi, Eren.” A voice behind him speaks, and Eren is briefly caught off guard as he turns around and makes eye contact with his comrades. Most likely, they got impatient with waiting for him and decided to see if he’d been murdered already.

Great, so now they decide they weren’t scared of going inside the Captain’s room.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean asks.

Eren is still speechless, opting to instead shakily point his finger towards the bed where Levi lay wrapped in your arms.

“H-he’s... he’s—“ “He’s what?”

He gulps and sighs deeply, speaking out so quietly his friends almost didn’t hear, speaking out in a mere shaky whisper as he utters his words.

“He’s a little spoon.”

Chaos is what Eren would use to describe what happened next. His comrades immediately jumped to stand next to him and take a look at the sight on bed, crowding around them as if they were a soap opera.

“Oh my god, he looks so...” Sasha starts in awe, hands on her cheeks and stars in her eyes but unsure how to finish her words.

Eren nods his head, understanding her speechlessness. “Innocent.”

Silently, his friends nod as well. But he couldn’t just stand here and gawk at Captain Levi’s sleeping form, he came here with a mission. “We need to wake him up. He’s already really late.” He says, more to himself than to his friends. He doesn’t wait for his comrades to exit the room as he gently places a hand on the Captain’s shoulders to shake him awake.

“Captain Levi—“

Eren learns his mistake too late as Levi’s eyes immediately snap open, hand clamping down on Eren’s and twisting it behind his back to disarm him.

“Eren!” Mikasa yells behind him, making a move to free him from Levi’s iron clad grip. From the corner of his eyes, Eren sees the person lying down next to Levi quickly sit up and throw something silver, flying past his comrades and towards Mikasa’s head, embedding itself deep within the wood next to her face.

Eren stares at his friends, all silent, frozen with fear, and rooted to their spots as their mouths hang open.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Levi sneers, pushing down on Eren’s arm.

“C-captain, you’re late for the—“ “Holy shit, we’re late for the meeting.” You cut in, eyes wide in realization.

The Captain briefly glimpses at you and clicks his tongue as he releases Eren from his grip, the young soldier immediately slumping to the ground in relief. His arms and legs felt like jello and he could already feel himself melting into the wooden floor.

“Can someone explain to me why you brats thought it would be a good idea to enter my private quarters?” Levi glares. “Without my permission?”

Oh shit. They didn’t think this through.

A cold shiver runs down the soldier’s spines as they unanimously realize their mistake, something that Eren undoubtedly would’ve felt as well if he wasn’t too busy gawking at the realization that Captain Levi was shirtless (probably naked underneath the sheets), and you were shirtless as well (also probably naked underneath the sheets).

Levi catches Eren’s eyes staring at you, and he silently pulls the blanket over your chest and up to your collarbones without breaking his glare at the cadets.

Fuck. Eren thinks, eyes snapping to the ground as a blush creeps up his neck. Captain Levi’s definitely going to cut off both my ears now.

Conny, apparently already cracking under the pressure, flails his arms and yells as he tries to make a run for the door. Before anyone could even blink, another silver blur whizzes through the air, stabbing the wood directly in front of Conny as he freezes.

It was a knife. A fucking butter knife. Why the hell the Captain and his lover keep a butterknife next to them on the bed is something Eren doesn’t want to know.

“Since none of you lot have tongues,” Levi speaks. He’s not going to get an explanation soon. “We’ll discuss punishment later. For now,” He stands up, grabbing a still flustered Eren by the collar and dragging him towards the door, pushing out the rest of the team as well.

Eren doesn’t have time to be relieved about the fact that Captain Levi was not, for a fact, naked and was wearing black boxers. He was too busy getting pushed out the Captain’s bedroom and dragged through the office before finally getting thrown out into the hallway.

“For now, you leave me alone. I have a meeting to attend to.”

Levi slams the door shut at his awestruck soldiers, breathing in a frustrated sigh as he rests his hand on his forehead. He was getting a headache. He feels arms wrap around him from behind, hands resting on his chest. He sighs once more, this time in content, as he leans into your touch.

“Hey,” you kiss neck. “Thought you said you locked the door.”

“I did.” He turns around, still in your arms, and gently places his hands on your face as he kisses your nose. “Someone must’ve accidentally unlocked it when they were trying to grab onto something. Y’know, when they were getting fucked from behind.”

You chuckle. “Well, I’m sure that someone probably got sweet talked into getting fucked against the door.”

You break away from his arms after giving him a kiss, making your way back inside Levi’s bedroom, no doubt to get dressed for the meeting.

He stares at you as you walk, still naked and looking gorgeous. His face may be stoic but his heart was leaping, the gold ring on your left hand that matched his own glimmering in the light.

Your head peaks out from behind his bedroom door. “Round two before the meeting?” You ask cheekily.

Levi rolls his eyes as he makes his way to the bedroom as well, patting your bum as he passes by. “No. We’re already late.”

Eren clutches the pillow to his head, exhausted from the laps he’d done. He glances around the room, eyeing the tired faces of his comrades.

As punishment for invading your privacy, Captain Levi assigned them laps around the base until sundown plus two weeks of stable duty. As punishment for invading his privacy, Captain Levi deemed them unworthy of having their own private space and made the entire squadron bunk together in the small room beside his own. 

Well, the entire squadron except for the Captain himself, at least.

Eren was pretty sure the room they were made to sleep in indefinitely was supposed to be a supply closet of some kind, but it fitted enough bunk beds for the entire team and was deemed a worthy location to carry out the rest of their punishment.

“How long do we have to sleep here?” Sasha asked dreadfully, hands covering her ears in attempts to block out the noises coming from the other room. The sound of a squeaky mattress and a wooden bed slamming against the adjacent wall continued.

“Until we learn our lesson,” Jean quotes the Captain. He himself looked extremely tired but he wasn’t trying to cover his ears like the rest of them were, undoubtedly because he’d already given up on getting a good night’s rest if the bags underneath his eyes were anything to go by.

“I don’t even care how long we have to sleep here anymore.” Conny interjects tiredly. “I just want to know when they’ll ever stop.”

As if to prove his point, a moan is heard through the walls. The soldiers flinch, still not accustomed to the sound. Mikasa silently runs her hands through Eren’s hair to calm him down.

“They’ve been at it for hours,” Jean whispers in horror. “How much stamina do those two have?”

Armin sighs, the bags under his eyes feeling heavier by the second. “They’re elite soldiers who’ve trained for years. They have more stamina than all of us combined.”

The whole room heaves out a collective groan, finally accepting that they weren’t getting any sleep tonight. 

In the other room, Captain Levi bangs his fist against the shared wall. “Oi,” he calls out. “Shut up, you brats. We can hear you.”

Levi thrusts his hips, eyes glancing down at your pleasure-struck face as he grinds into you more. The action causes you to throw your head back and let out a desperate moan, finger nails scratch down his back. He grabs your hands to pin them to the sides of your head, leaning down to whisper “Not too harsh, darling. We don’t want you leaving marks now, do we?” He continues his pace, the bed’s wooden frame slamming against the wall as he once again speaks to his soldiers.

“We have thin walls, y’know.”

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Hey! I read for dad! Lucifer post and seeing that your requests were open I wanted to know if I could ask for a second part to it, maybe how things evolve between Lucifer and his child and your relationship?

If not, could I request a similar scenario (the dad angst) with Mammon? Thanks a lot!

Much Better Off (Dad!Mammon x F!Reader)

A/N : Wew boy, at this point the only brother's who haven't been made into shitty angsty dads are Leviathan, Satan, and Beel (who already has a dad!fic I just can't make him an asshole... I just can't see it, he's a teddy bear, he would never do anything to hurt MC) Word Count : 3K Warnings : pregnancy; maternity; children; babies; child birth; labor; angst

Mammon would do anything for you, that much was made very clear. He loved you wholeheartedly, he was devoted to you, he was the perfect boyfriend all around. That’s why you weren’t worried, you felt like you didn’t have to be worried, you assumed that he would be there with you, for you, standing right beside you as you both went through this together. Who would have thought that this was the one thing that he didn’t want to take part in with you? Not you…

“Are ya kiddin’ me!? I ain’t ready for a damn kid! Look at me!” He shouted as you sat on the edge of his bed, twirling your fingers as you waited for him to stop ranting. The worst part was that you hadn’t even told him the news, you had just asked him how he felt about having a child together. Seeing his reaction made you want to turn, walk out now before he got any more upset than he already was. “Why’re ya askin’ anyways? We don’t need no kid, we got each other. How we gonna do anything with some baby screamin’ and cryin’ all the time? Gotta think about these things babe.” Your lip quivered as you continued to listen to him, his stance on the situation already clear to you before you had told him anything at all. The sight of you on the verge of crying made him shut up, cocking his head to the side as he studied your expression. “What’sa matter? Why’re ya cryin’?” “Whatever, Mammon. Just leave me alone. You think you can do that?” You snapped at him, quickly wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeve as you got up from the bed, walking to the door as he watched, clearly confused and unable to think of a time when you had snapped at him, let alone told him to leave you alone. He didn’t get it, and he didn’t think that he had said anything wrong. Asking him how he felt about having a kid was a silly question, especially considering who he was. Did you really think he’d be able to put his money towards some infant? It was hard enough already to share his money with you. You walked into your room, staring at the little white stick that laid on your desk, the two pink lines that had sparked joy in you only moments ago now felt like two walls, and they were closing in on you much too fast. “I’m sorry…” You mumbled, unsure of who you were even saying it to, but it seemed like the right thing to say. Sorry to yourself for believing that Mammon was capable of actually growing up, of taking responsibility. Sorry to Mammon for having that much hope in him, for almost placing so much responsibility on the shoulders of someone who couldn’t even zip up his pants without getting his dick caught in the zipper on the first try. But most of all, sorry to the child that you were carrying who had an absolute imbecile as a father and a mother with poor judgement for even thinking that he would potentially make a good father.

Mammon stood outside your bedroom door, his hand raised as he wondered whether he should knock or just walk right in. Surely you’d be pissed at him either way, but he heard the soft sounds of your breathing and he knew that you were sleeping. He should have walked away, he should have waited for you to wake up so he could actually talk to you, but he needed to know what was wrong, what the reason was for bringing up a child, and he hoped that he’d find the answers somewhere in your room. He opened the door carefully, making sure the hinges didn’t squeak or squeal to alert you that he was there. Seeing you curled up on the bed, holding tightly onto your pillow with the blankets wrapped around you, it hurt just a little. You should be holding onto him like that. You would have been holding onto him like that if you hadn’t walked out the way you did. He sighed quietly, turning away from your sleeping form on the bed to go back to searching, his eyes going straight to your desk. There could be something in your notebooks, or maybe in your bag. He wasn’t against going through people's things, it just felt strange to do it when they were in the room. Before he could even start flipping through the pages of your books though, his eyes focused on the little white stick. He didn’t know what it was, he had never seen anything like it before. “What the…?” He clicked his tongue, studying the stick for a little bit more before shoving it in his pocket and leaving your room. He may not know what it is, but surely one of his brothers would know, and the main brother he was thinking of was right down the hall, most likely with his face stuck between the pages of a book. “Hey! D’ya know what this is?” Mammon asked, walking into Satan’s room unannounced as usual, grabbing the stick out of his pocket and holding it up in front of his brother's face. He didn’t understand why Satan looked so disgusted, or why he smacked the stick away and out of his hand. “Jeesh… I was jus’ askin’. What’s yer problem anyway?” He mumbled, bending down to pick the stick up off the floor and shoving it back into his pocket. Satan looked on at his brother incredulously, like he was looking at the biggest idiot in the entire universe, and he was pretty sure that he actually was looking at the biggest idiot in the universe. “You don’t know what that is? At all? What’s it like being so clueless all the time?” Mammon didn’t have time for his little brother’s ridicule or mocking, he just needed to know what the stick was, it might give him some answers as to why you’re so upset. He stood there staring at Satan, his hands on his hips as he waited for a real answer. “It’s a pregnancy test, you dunce! How do you not know that?” Satan groaned, flipping his book open once more, only for Mammon to drop the test between the pages, looking down at his brother with wide eyes. “What’s it sayin’?” He whispered, almost too scared to ask too loudly. He didn’t want any of the other brothers to hear him, he didn’t need them to know. He didn’t want Satan to know either, but he was the smartest brother in the house aside from Lucifer, he was just too scared of how Lucifer would react. “She’s pregnant. Congratulations. Can I get back to my book now?”

The news was out, and you didn’t know if it was relieving that you didn’t have to tell him yourself or if you were more pissed than anything that he had gone into your room and snooped through your things without you knowing. “So when was ya gonna tell me, huh?! Or did ya jus’ plan on hidin’ it till the kid popped out? Betcha was gonna try’na surprise me… Well now ya know… I don’t like them kinda surprises! I don’t want no kids!” He had stormed into your room screaming it, out the window with his plan of keeping it a secret from his brothers. They had all gathered around the door to listen to the fool and watch as he made a scene. You watched on in complete disbelief, holding your pillow tighter against your body as he continued ranting and raving. “All yer fault too! Ya got all jealous ‘cause the ‘ttention I was gettin’ so ya try tah ruin my modelin’, tie me down with some kid that I ain’t want. Who’s the stupid one now? Huh?!” You were on the verge of tears, bringing the pillow up to your face to hide behind it as he continued spewing whatever nonsense his brain could come up with, anything to shift the blame off of himself. “Mammon!” Lucifer’s voice rang loud as he pushed through the crowd of brother’s that had all been looking on in shock. “All of you, back to your rooms. Now!” No one dared to go against him, not even Satan and Belphegor, they all scurried away, but you didn’t doubt for a second that they would be listening from the doors of their rooms, waiting to see what kind of punishment Mammon would get for not only talking to you that way, but also getting you pregnant. “Down to my office.” His voice was stern, he wasn’t messing around. For once, Mammon stood up to Lucifer. He was on a power trip after yelling at you that way, and there was no end in sight. “No. I’m gettin’ outta here. I ain’t lettin’ no human hold me back, and I ain’t lettin’ no human kid hold me back or take my money. The Great Mammon is leavin’, and I don’t want no one ta follow me either.” He strode out of the room, his head held high as if saying all of that made him feel more powerful than ever. Maybe it did, maybe he got a rise out of it, you weren’t sure. Hell, you weren’t sure of anything anymore. “Y/N, are you alright? Do you need anything?” You could tell that Lucifer was enraged. The way Mammon had spoken to you and him was unacceptable on every level, but with Mammon gone, you had become his priority, the center of attention. He smiled weakly to you, walking over to sit on the edge of your bed as he awkwardly patted your legs through the blanket. “Are you thirsty? Do you need anything to eat?” You could tell that he wasn’t good at this. Comforting others wasn’t his forte, but he was trying his best, and it was appreciated. “Tissues?” You said weakly, finally letting the pillow fall away from your face. Your eyes were puffy and red from crying and repeatedly wiping them against the pillowcase. Your nose was just as red from sniffling so much and Lucifer pitied you. He knew that this wasn’t entirely your doing, Mammon was just being an asshole and trying to find a way out of any responsibility, as he always did. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, handing it to you with a soft smile, but you were a little confused. Why was he being so nice? “Aren’t you mad at me too?” Lucifer chuckled, reaching out to pat your head softly before standing up again. “Mammon is an idiot, but he somehow has charm. Humans cannot deny him, try as they might, and you were no exception to that charm. He wasn’t careful, which is the case with most things that he is involved with. You didn’t know that something like this could happen, you most likely didn’t believe that it could, but he knew, and he didn’t care. Such are Mammon’s mistakes.” He sighed heavily, grabbing the pillow that you had dropped and placing it behind your head again. “You need to relax, be calm. I’ll bring you some tea and soup. How does that sound?” You nodded slowly, relaxing against the pillow as you dabbed away the tears that had begun to fall. It was strange that Lucifer was

acting this way, you weren’t used to him seeming like he cared, but it was welcomed and much needed.

Mammon rarely ever came back to the house after he left, only dropping by to pick up clothes or random items that he might have left behind, but he never looked at you or talked to you. He never asked about the child that was on the verge of busting out any day now, he didn’t even ask his brothers how you were doing or how you were feeling, never asking if you needed help. He didn’t care, he never cared. “Y/N, how are you feeling today?” Lucifer asked as he walked into your room. It was something that you had now gotten used to, his constant appearances to make sure that you and his brother's child were healthy and well rested. He had, in a sense, taken over, not wanting to leave you to go through this kind of thing on your own. “You’re very close to the delivery and you haven’t gotten a crib or bassinet yet? Is she going to be sleeping on the floor?” He asked, looking around the room. You giggled lightly, shaking your head as you watched him walk further in. “I’m feeling good, thank you. And no… no crib or bassinet. I was thinking she could sleep in the bed with me.” You mused, rubbing your hand over your swollen stomach and feeling your daughter kick against your touch. “A lot of parents do that so they don’t have to get out of bed in the middle of the night. At least until she’s old enough to sleep on her own.” You shifted, swinging your feet over the side of the bed and quickly walked over to help you up, tsking his tongue at you. “If you spoil her from the moment she comes out, she’ll never willingly sleep on her own. I’ll order one from Akuzon and have it shipped here, don’t worry.” You rolled your eyes at Lucifer, patting the side of your bed, motioning for him to sit down. “What is it? Contractions? Do you need me to hold your hand?” He was taking this so seriously, you still weren’t sure whether to be shocked or happy that he had stepped in when Mammon had walked out. He sat down, grabbing your hand before you had even told him what you needed, brushing his thumb along your knuckles. You bit your lip, looking down at your hands and then back up at him, letting out a small giggle. “I was actually just thinking that you’ve done so much… And I’m not even sure why… But you’ve never actually felt her kick. Do you want to? She’s moving around a lot this morning, I think she’s trying to get out.” You pursed your lips, watching for his expression. You could tell he was thinking, his eyes landing on your stomach as he watched the little waves that your daughter made beneath your skin. It was oddly satisfying to watch, and he had been wondering what it would feel like, so he slowly reached his other hand out to place on top of your stomach right before she kicked again. “Does it hurt?” He wasn’t exactly asking you, more so asking himself as she continued kicking against him which had a small smile forming at his lips. “She’s definitely trying to get out… I should order that bassinet now. I don’t think she’ll be in there much longer.” He quickly got up, standing straight as he smiled kind of awkwardly down at you. “Let me know if you need anything while I’m gone.”

Lucifer was right. Your daughter decided that she wanted out that night, and he was with you the entire time. He never left your side at the hospital, and he had even been the first one to hold her, placing his finger in the palm of her tiny hand for her to wrap her fingers around. “Let’s just hope you’re nothing like your father…” He whispered before handing her off to you, leaning in to kiss the top of your head as he brushed the hair out of your face. “You did wonderfully, Y/N. I’m so very proud of you.” Going back home was nice, all of the brothers were standing in the entryway waiting for you. They were all lined up, waiting to hug you and extend their congratulations before all getting a look at your daughter who Lucifer held close to his chest. If none of them had heard Mammon’s outburst at the beginning of your pregnancy, they all would have assumed that she was Lucifer’s based on the way he looked at her alone. With all the excitement and everything that was going on, you hadn’t even noticed Mammon who was standing next to the stairs, his eyes focused on Lucifer, but you couldn’t read his expression, not clearly. “So yer back home…” He muttered, finally stepping forward. “And ya brought the kid with ya…” You heard Lucifer growl quietly, not even realizing how close he had gotten until you turned around and saw him standing right behind you. Mammon’s eyes squinted as he looked between you and Lucifer before he started laughing loudly, waking up your daughter who had been sleeping peacefully in Lucifer’s arms. “Oh! Don’t tell me, Lucifer… yer datin’ my girl now… and ya tryin’ ta play dad ta my kid. Is that what this is?” What you weren’t expecting was to feel one of Lucifer’s arms wrap around you, pulling you a little closer to him, still growling, but much more quietly. “That’s exactly what this is. Except I’m not playing anything, I’m sure the child will be much better off with a more responsible father such as myself. Anyway, thank you for dropping by, have a great night.” Your eyes went wide as you turned to look back at the oldest brother. Was that what this was? You hadn’t even known… but… he was so good to you, and you could already see how good he was with your daughter… When was he planning on actually telling you though? He smiled down at you, rolling his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you, and you could barely hear Mammon’s gasp over your own. “I’m sorry, dear. I had a much better speech prepared for this, but as per usual, Mammon ruined it.” He brushed his thumb across your bottom lip before handing you your daughter. “I’ll be right up, I just want to show Mammon out the door this time.”

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