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ja3hwa · 6 months

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♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟗: 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 [𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫] - 𝐂.𝐒 ♡

My Everything

【Synopsis】 : Rain was pouring, and your heart was aching. You didn't care what the villagers nor that priest thought about him. You loved him, and you were going to prove it.

『Word count』 : 2.14k

-> Genre: Smut. Fantasy. Demon Au

Paring: Gargoyle!San x Human!Reader

[Warnings] : Public sex [in a garden] sex in the rain. Oral [both receiving] fingering, clit play. Cum play-ish. Making out. Swearing. Pet names. Fake names. Demonic and religious concepts. Dirty talk. Cemie pie. Squirting.

Note : The long awaited demon San is here. I'll be honest I was so busy i didn't get time to write this fic, and when Kinktober rolled around, i thought it was what better time than now. So thank you, everyone from this poll for everyone picking San for this concept.

This story is my own flare of the original creators' webcomic. So the lore, characters, and other story design have been tweaked and changed to fit what i wanted to write. Make sure to check out the original author of this wild story.

I want to thank the original creator of this amazing universe and beautiful character's, @ilustrariane . Please check out their work! It's to die for. You can get there full 18+ E-book and its argh my happy place. ♡♡♡

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You ran faster than your legs could carry you, nearly slipping over even bend and turn you took. The pouring rain had soaked your tunic and all of your undergarments. Your shoes were also squelching with every stomp your feet did. You were in a panic, frantically praying that he would be alright. The priest of your village warned you―more like threatened you―about involving yourself with the devil as he put it. ‘Those beasts are not to be trusted. They are demons in disguise. Filth. Inhuman.’

You obviously ignored the old man, having no time with such lies. That beast was the most kindest creature you know. He was more caring than any human you've ever met. He understood you, heard you, got to know you. Everyone in the village only looked at you as the witch's daughter, the spawn of the devil herself. You were nothing and the only way to be something was to submit. Be one with god, marry the priest and prove you were devoted to the lord.

“Sun! Sun where are you!!” You called in the blistering winds, repeating the fake name he gave you when you first met. You see, he was in fact a demon, just like the priest had screamed at you, but he was more. He was a gargoyle, one of Lilith's children, trapped, bound to the ruined castle just beyond the village. One of the priests from the before had managed to get his real name and trap him with a blood curse, locking him to only do the bidding of the said man. But now that Sun was alone, he had no way to break the curse, living the rest of the days in the place he called home, imprisoned by sunlight. You had climbed stairs and rock structures to get up to one of the garden points in the castle, seeing where your lover usually lays, under a concrete arch, empty and bare. Where was he?

You called again but this time your voice got caught in your throat as a giant rumble crashed down to the earth's core. Sun’s wings were spread wide, having landed only mere meters from you. His huge form was hunched over, his palms spread out on the wet pavement. He had tears in his cold eyes. “I told you to never come back! Why do you not listen.” his voice bellowed around you into the forestry beyond, having enough power to shake the trees.

“I can’t leave you Sun. Please.” Your tears were covered by the heavy rain pour, your hair sticking to your red puffy face. You couldn’t just forget about him, not now that he had tainted you. He was yours and you, his. And you were going to fight for it, until your last breath.”Look at me!”

Your yelp got the demon's attention, making him stand at all his height. His fanged mouth growled, annoyed but also riddled with guilt. He would never thought the night he had with you was a mistake. Frankly, it was one, if not the best moment in his lifetime. But he needed to keep his distance from you. He needed you safe. Protected, alive. And he was something that was unable to do so. He was filth. A demon. You are this light. Innocent human. He shouldn’t, he can’t be the one that taints such a delicate flower. “Darling, please. I… I can’t.”

You stomped over to his form pushing on his strong broad chest. He fell with little effort landing on the wet concrete, soaking the fabric that wrapped around his waist. He could have held his ground not letting you move his large body with such ease, but he didn’t want to. He needed you close no matter how hard his mind was fighting him. You wasting no time in locking your lips against his. If talking wasn’t going to work then you were going to show him that he was meant for you. You needed him like the air you breathe and he wasn’t about to make the choice to die and leave you alone on this earth without you trying your best to stop him.

“Don’t leave me.” You whispered against his lips, feeling his long demonic tongue slip into your mouth. You moaned climbing the creature so your legs dangled over each of his crossed thighs. His hand, the same width as your waist, held tightly on your hip while the other cupped your face, holding you firmly in place. His tongue abused your own for a moment, basking in the rain now only lightly pouring. His nose brushed against yours, lips moving from yours, to your jaw, and then to your collarbone.

“I’ll never leave you my flower. I promise. I’m sorry.” His voice was raw, filled with pain and sorrow. He would never want you to fear such a thing but in toe, had made the fear brew from his outburst. You slide down off his lap falling in between his thighs. Your fingers quickly fumble with his cloth before tugging his growing cock free. The cold rain pouring down made the demon hiss, but your warm hands made his mind spin. Your fingers could barely wrap around the almost hardened cock. Now looking at him probably you now wonder how it even fitted in you in the first place. Your mouth took his tip, jaw aching at the sheer size of him. but you bushed forwards sucking on him making him groan, dipping his head backwards. Your mouth felt amazing even if you couldn’t take him whole. Your whimpers and gags vibrated on his cock in the perfect way and your harsh grip was sending him over the edge. “fuck, if you keep going I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours.”

His growl went straight to your pussy, making you try and take more of him in your mouth, letting saliva drip down your chin, soaking his cock along with his precum. You used one hand to continue stroking him while you used another to slip under your soaked dress, pressing your fingers firmly on your clit. Your moans were the perfect missing piece to send him over the edge, emptying his hot seed down your throat. “Fuck!!” his hand that held your face snaked and tighten in your hair, holding your still as he jerked his hips slightly. You pulled away making some of his juices squirt out on your face.

God, was it a sight to see.

Your wide eyes looking at him with nothing but devotion while covered in his cum. How did he ever get so lucky finding you in such a cruel dark world? He sat up quickly, ripping all the fabric on your body, throwing the drenched tattered material somewhere across the garden. His huge hands gripped our thighs tugging you up until you sat on his chest, feeling some of your juices leak out onto his scarred body. You felt embarrassed, but your lover couldn’t think about anything in that moment other than having your pussy over his face. So with his insane strength, he lauds you forward, letting your cunt meet his lips. He pushed you down light so your body could lay on top of his while on your back. Tilting your face to the right you see his hardening cock twitch. His long demonic tongue licked a strip up your slit making your whole body visibly shivers. Your nails digging into his hips trying to hold onto any part of his giant frame. “Ffffucckk please!”

His tongue enters you, fucking you slowly as one of his hands lays flat on your tummy pushing pressure onto your body and making your toes curl. His other hand that still gripped tightly on your inner thigh opens slightly so his large thumb could reach your clit, pressing harshly on your nub. He could eat you for hours and never get tired of the way your body moves, the way it responds to every touch he gives or the way you moan and whimper his name over and over again. It was like an angel singing. Elegant, perfect and pure

“Hmm come.” His voice was almost not audible as he kept eating you like a starved beast making the vibrations hit just the right spot to send you reeling over the edge. He gave you no time to relax after your high though as your demonic lover picked you up with no effort at all and bend you over the concrete statue seat that he would sit at for centuries waiting for freedom. All your clothing had been ripped and torn away at this point leaving you completely baring in the cold dark night. The rain had not stopped but only got lighter for a moment before pouring some more. You would surely get sick after this encounter if you were not to leave at this moment. But neither of you made an effort to find shelter or privacy. No, he needed you now just as much as you to him. “Deep breaths Darling.”

His deep grumble was almost lost under the loud blanket of rain echoing in the night. But luckily you hear him, taking a deep breath, steadying yourself on the rock. The tip of his cock rubbed against your soaked folds, before inching in slowly. The burn was pleasurable but still painful. But you couldn’t care at this moment. Another inch went in and the demon had to pace himself, screaming over and over in his mind not to just snap his hips, making you take his cock in one quick swoop. No, he needed patience, even though he was no patient creature. But he managed to find some, only for you. Once he was able to completely bottoming you out. You were both a panting and moaning mess. Your whines didn’t stop as he started to buck his hips in and out. In and out. Testing the waters, seeing what you could handle. And once he saw a green light, his grip on your hips tightened as he began to ruthlessly fuck you against the rough concrete.

Your screams caught the breeze, shattering through the heavy sound of rain. He had turned you around in one single movement need to to feel your body close to his. Your legs couldn’t even wrap fully around your lovers huge waist as he continued fuck you hard and quick.

“Fuck Darling. You feel so good. So tight. Taking my monster cock in such a small body. Good girl.” he snapped his hips with every word. “My. Good. Girl.”

It didn’t take you long for your band in your tummy to tighten. You were so close to the edge and you needed just a little extra. Just a little more. And The demon seemed to read your body like his favourite book, pinching your clit with his large fingers you whaled his name squirting all over his cock. “PLease fuck argh. Your cock is so good. Fuckkk.”

He growled like an animal, latching his sharp teeth on your soft shoulder, wrapping his muscular arms around your tiny human frame. He picked you up, fucking upwards in a new angle. Your body was like a rag doll, letting him fuck you in any position he seemed fit. His wings caged you, almost like he was protecting you while he also ruining you.

For a beast that seemed to only want to fuck, he cared so much about you. Without him ever saying it, he knew you were the love of his life and he was willing to die for you. Heck, he had already killed for you. And he could kill again if you asked. No matter what the code says about demons hurting humans. He would gladly serve an eternal sentence if it means hurting the ones who hurt you first.

“I’m gonna cum in this ruined cunt of you. Hmm, baby. You gonna take this demon seed?”

“Yes, yes. Please. Give it to me.” and with your soft submissive cries he came deep in your cunt. Filling your full. His come mixed with yours, spilling down his legs, before washing away on the wet floor. His cock slipped out of you but he did not let you down. No, he opened his wings and took off towards the castle without another world. He held you tightly as you watched the garden where he had just defiled you disappear into your view. He was taking you back to his den. The home he had to made for himself. Away from any human or beast's eye.

Were he could tend to you and make sure you were okay and possibly―Most definitely―fuck you some more.

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xcherricutie · 2 months

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🥀 other friends 🥀

[Lucifer Morningstar x Reader]

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four]

[Word Count - 2.5k]

[Tags: Angst, songfic, canon typical violence]

[Notes: This was a bit more difficult to write than drift away, action scenes aren't really my forte. Also, there are mentions of Adam becoming a demon, its a bit of setup for a potential one shot relating to this series soon. I think it'd be fun to do a little series of Steven Universe song one shots within the canon these one shots have set up. Not promising anything, but it would be fun to try]

“The Hazbin Hotel is now officially open! Come stay with us for a chance to have your soul redeemed, and earn your place in Heaven!”

The video flickered ever so slightly, the television displaying the image of Charlie Morningstar, princess of Hell, for both angels and demons alike to see. As the video played, Charlie giving more details about her hotel, a trio of angels looked on, the seraphims keeping their eyes glued on the ancient angel before them. You.

Upon finding your near lifeless body standing in the abandoned Garden of Eden, Sera and Emily quickly took you into their care. You could hardly pay them any mind since Sera had told you of Lucifer’s fate, of the curse he had put on himself. He had become the Devil, the sin of pride. He had cheated on you and left you for Lilith, who he soon had a child with. The girl on the screen before you happened to be said child. The very personification of Lucifer’s betrayal.

Your blood boiled at the sight. You had demanded information from Sera, someone you had once considered a friend. You knew she was innocent in all of this, but you could not help your anger at the fact that not only had she let Charlie into Heaven, but was working with her to redeem the sinners that Lucifer had been the cause of in the first place. He was the reason sin and chaos existed in humanity in the first place. You were mad that things had spiraled to this point, you were mad that this was apparently how the story ended.

No. You wouldn’t have it this way. If you had known just how good Lucifer was having it now after what he did to you, you would have rather stayed ignorant of everything. Perhaps even rather let the garden claim your body, than be here, in this horrible reality. But you were here, and now, you were going to change the ending of this story. You intended to have your happy ending, at any price.

A soft hum filled the long, glowing halls of the Hazbin Hotel, the sounds of shoes tapping with each step accompanying the hum. With a twirl of his staff, and an adjustment of his top hat, the man entered the grand entrance hall of the lobby, where everyone, including his daughter, waited. His heels clicking as he came to a stop, Lucifer stood atop the steps, looking down at everyone with a smile, his daughter catching his attention right away.

“Dad! There you are!” Charlie exclaimed, running up the steps. Lucifer raised a brow in confusion, meeting her halfway as he walked down the steps.

“Charlie? What’s the matter?” Lucifer asked, curious. Surely, their newest resident hadn’t already started causing trouble, right? Lucifer knew the man would be uncomfortable here, but surely Adam wasn’t jumping straight into causing chaos, hopefully.

Charlie grabbed her father by the wrist, dragging him down the stairs, towards the small crowd of people standing in the doorway. Lucifer immediately noted the uncomfortable, even downright fearful look in their faces, even Adam seemingly upset, or at the very least, startled. His attention was whipped to whatever had caused their discomfort, his eyes widening at the sight.

“Tears in the sky are appearing all over, and they’re clearly from Heaven,” Charlie spoke, pointing up at the rip that had begun to appear over the hotel, the golden outline of the tear drawing attention. More rips and tears dotted the skies of Hell, all across the pride ring. A soft, white light shone from inside, though nothing else seemed to come through.

“I thought Heaven agreed to back off, I-I don’t understand,” Charlie grabbed her hair by the roots, pulling tightly. She felt the calming hand of her girlfriend, Vaggie, on her shoulder, but it did little to soothe her anxiety.

Vaggie huffed, glaring up at the sky, clenching her angelic spear tightly in her other hand. “Well, you know how Heaven can be. They might’ve decided they’re too good for us.”

But that didn’t seem right. Not to Lucifer at least. He knew Sera. Even if she had intended to betray them, she would’ve gone about it in a more subtle way. This seemed far more... personal. Almost as if they wanted to be seen, to catch the attention of something. Lucifer tried to piece together just what was going on, and just what he should do about it.

His eyes widened as he noticed the rip just above the hotel widen, and something, someone, coming through. The hair on his neck suddenly stood on end, the light masking the angel, hiding their face and casting a large silhouette over the hotel.

“Hey!” A loud, booming voice suddenly yelled, Lucifer nearly jumping in his skin. He could clearly see the ethereal glow of their eyes, and the snarl that pulled on their lips. “Are you Charlotte Morningstar?”

“Um...” Charlie sweat nervously, putting on her best friendly smile, silently begging that maybe they were a friendly angel. But she knew that wasn’t the case, not if this was their entrance. “Yes?”

Their lips curled upward into a smirk, grinning down at her. “Perfect.”

Their wings curled into their back, disappearing in a burst of golden magic. Dropping to the ground, they landed just before the hotel with a loud thud, bright blue eyes turning up to look at them, crinkling at the edges as they grinned maniacally. You finally made it into Hell.

Letting out a sinister chuckle, you stood up straight, nearly bursting at the seams with excitement. “Well, well, well, well, well! Let me get a look at the menagerie!”

Your eyes, glowing almost ominously, roved over the group before you. Each and every person, you studied meticulously, you knew exactly which ones were of no concern, which one would stand up for the hotel, which ones you would kill.

“You must Vaggie,” Your eyes landed on the fallen angel, watching as she visibly flinched at the sound of her name coming from your mouth. You moved onto the next one, smirking. “You must be Alastor,”

Alastor’s eyes narrowed at you, curiosity and even a hint of worry eating at him. Something didn’t seem right about any of this. This wasn’t like the other angelic attacks, no, this seemed far more malicious. He didn’t fail to notice the horror written plainly across the Demon King’s face either, especially as your eyes finally landed on him. Lucifer.

“And Lucifer, the King of Hell, wow! She keeps you here, isn’t that just swell?” You rolled your eyes in annoyance, your grin ever present as you tensed. You knew Lucifer was in and out of the hotel, but you had hoped to catch Charlie in a moment of vulnerability. Not that it mattered in the end, they were all going to suffer the same fate. You’d already decided how this would end.

“I-It can’t be...” Lucifer stuttered, nearly stumbling backward, his heart thudding in his chest, drumming loudly in his ears. You let out a string of laughter, your eyes watering at the sight of his trembling frame. This was all so perfect.

“Oh, but it can be. And it is!” You ran your fingers through your hair, watching as Lucifer’s fearful gaze was drawn to the charcoal color of your hands, as if you had been burnt, the off coloration seeping down your arms, into your skin. Purple lines streaked through your arms, your fingers more resembling claws than hands now. “I got a new style, and a few new toys that are gonna put an end to your happily ever after, once and for all!”

“Woah, woah!” Charlie jumped to the front, holding her hands out defensively. “This has gotta be a misunderstanding! In case you haven’t heard, I’ve established peace with the Heavens—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ve heard,” You snapped, glaring at Charlie, who flinched. You clenched your fist, raising it as you glanced at it, before smirking at Charlie. “I’ve had your little message to the Heavens, on loop!”

A ball of light formed in your hand, your grin stretching across your face as you threw it Charlie. The demon’s eyes widened, letting out a startled cry as it hit her square in the chest, skidding across the grass, tripping on the steps of the hotel entrance. Lucifer was immediately at her side, checking her for injuries, shooting you a dark glare. You giggled, however, your grin leaning on maniacal as your eyes glowed.

“I just love that part, where Lucifer spends the rest of his days in this nowhere realm, with a bunch of nobodies!”

Something in you finally snapped, rushing at Charlie. She let out a startled scream as you grabbed her by her ankles, yanking her out of Lucifer’s caring hold, standing her up straight as you danced around with her, flinging her left and right.

“That’s right, I heard the story over and over again,” You sung cheerfully, spinning Charlie out of your grip, turning your anger on Vaggie as she flew at you, spear pointed to your heart.

Grabbing the spear handle, the tip just barely pressing into your chest, you flung Vaggie, giggling all the while. “Gee, it’s swell to finally meet his other friends!”

You watched as the cat demon, Husk, tried to attack, a pitiful attempt in your opinion. You grabbed him by his wings, pulling him up and pulling his feet out from under him, dropping him on the ground. “That’s right, I heard the story, don’t really like how it ends!”

A tall, spider-like demon, Angel Dust, rushed to Husk’s rescue, yelling as he barreled towards you. You grinned as you sidestepped him, watching as he tripped over Husk. “Gee, it’s swell to finally meet his other friends!”

Your attention zoned back in on Charlie, who was still trying to gather her wits. Grabbing her by her wrists, your pair of wings flapped behind you as you flew into the air. Charlie cried out in alarm as you tossed her upward, grabbing her by her ankles and dangling her around. “What did he say about me, what did he say?”

Dropping Charlie, she landed with a thud as you whipped over to Vaggie, grabbing her by her waist and spinning round and round. “What did you do without me, what did you do~?”

Throwing Vaggie, you turned your attention to the demon who had been narrowly managing to avoid you, Alastor. You grabbed him just before he could melt into the shadows, pulling him up off the ground as you held him by his waist, looking up at him with big, deceivingly innocent eyes. “Did you play games without me? What did you play?”

Releasing him just before he could retaliate, your wings flapped as you dodged each oncoming attack with ease, gliding towards your true victim. “Did you think all this time that I wouldn’t find out about you!?”

Your wings spread out, your blue eyes glowing as you floated just before the Devil himself, grinning madly, as if excited. Lucifer flinched under your cold gaze, completely frozen in place. However, he found himself being ripped from his place as silky golden ribbons poured from your hands, wrapping around Lucifer, around each and every sinner and demon. With a flap of your wings, you yanked the ribbons, pulling them together as they smashed into one another.

“Oh, that’s right I heard the story over and over again, gee it’s swell to finally meet his other friends...” You landed on the roof of the hotel entrance, giggling at the sight of the demons before you scrambling to get their bearings.

“She’s running circles around us!” Husk hissed, clawed hand running through the fur on his head. Angel scoffed, sitting up as he rubbed his pained arms.

“I’m rusty, give me a break!” He grumbled, pushing himself up.

As everyone stood up, one demon remained, stuck on the ground. It felt as though the whole world was spinning, threatening to uproot everything good in his life. Karma certainly was a bitch. “I-It really is her. But she can’t be serious...”

“You know her, dad!? Can you tell us who she is?” Charlie asked, looking to her father with worry. She had never seen him look so utterly terrified.

Charlie’s words made the thin thread of patience within you snap. You grit your teeth, blood boiling, your skin burning, your hands aching, aching to squeeze the life out of them. “Who am I!? Who am I? What are you even saying!?”

You stomped down toward the edge, your shadow casting over them in the glowing lights of the hotel. “I’m the loser of the game you didn’t know you were playing!”

But this was different. This time, you wouldn’t lose. Your lips twitched, curling into a shaky smirk, nerves fried and emotions haywire. “Let’s play another game! This time, I’ve got to win!”

A burst of light from your palm startled Lucifer, the light turning into a long staff, almost electrifying. A blade formed at the top in the shape of a scythe, the glow of your angelic power combined with the ominous glow of your eyes offputting.

“Lives on the line, winner takes all, ready or not, let’s begin!”

With a flap of your wings, you flew at the demons, watching as they jumped to dodge you. You let out a burst of laughter, slamming your foot into the gut of one of the demons, flinging them across the hotel yard. Another demon jumped at you, the handle of your scythe smashing into them, knocking them into the others.

“Oh, that’s right, I heard the story over and over again, gee it’s swell to finally beat his other friends!” You sang happily, grabbing the arm of Vaggie and throwing her just before she could attempt an attack. Vaggie cried out as she crashed into the ground, battered and bruised.

“Oh, that’s right, I heard the story, don’t really like how it ends!”

You shoved demons aside, throwing them around, all the while Lucifer could only watch. He could only watch as you terrorized his friends, and you were reveling in it. The tables had finally turned, and now, he was playing your game.

“Gee, it’s swell to finally beat his other,” You flew around, dodging demons, zoning in on one demon in particular. This was it. “Other...”

“Other friends!”

Your scythe sliced clean through Charlie’s waist, the angelic weapon leaving a trail of gold through her body. Charlie’s eyes widened, a silent scream stuck in her throat, her vision blotting and clouding. The last thing she saw was the horror in her father’s eyes as he stood before her, completely frozen, unable to move.

Charlie collapsed to the ground, the golden trail healing like a scar, almost as if it hadn’t cut through her at all. You giggled as Vaggie rushed to Charlie’s side, the other demons shortly behind her as they checked to make sure she was still alive. Your eyes remained on Lucifer, his body deathly still, as if he weren’t even breathing. He wasn’t. Because he knew exactly what you’d done.

“Don’t worry, Luci,” You called out, a wicked grin spread across your face, as if knowing exactly what was going through his mind. “I didn’t kill her. I simply hit her with my divine light. I do wonder what would happen to a half demon being filled with angelic light...”

You had already won.

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hoshiseon · 5 months

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✱ atz, svt, txt, & skz fic recs ✱

MDNI 18+ (most if not all recs are smut)

fem / gen. neutral reader unless stated otherwise

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actual-changeling · 6 months

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if you were to ask them what love is, what other answer could they give but each other's name?

the entire universe is at their mercy, reality bending around them, and they have watched humanity grow from two seeds in a garden to a wave washing over the planet. they came from god's chest and tasted stardust, tasted grace and hellfire, and finally humanity.

eventually even each other.

their wings are starlight white and night-sky black, and they are not a grain of sand in the hourglass of time but the hands turning it over again and again before it can run out.

you would assume they know greater loss than anyone else, having watched everyone around them die, but it is not loss that defines them; it is trust, it's devotion.

it's faith.

so if you were to ask them what love is, the answer would be hidden within six thousand years, in bottles of wine and walks in the park, in feeding the ducks, the very first and the very last ones.

loving the world is an easy kind of love, you can find a new spark whenever you lose yours, and they know that love, too.

you ask them after the world did not end, and they hide their smiles from each other and that is how you know, it is how they know, and you want to give them more time. just a little more, so they can show their smiles without seeking out the shadows, and it's love without loss, it's love built around freedom and trust and the wish for safety.

people might think that adam and eve are the ones who invented love, the first beings to love another, to reach and watch and fight whoever stands in their way.

before them there were two beings fighting thunderstorms and god's will for each other, one who fell for love and one who left for it. love is heavy, a burden to carry, it cannot be unconditional or it will steal you away, swallow you whole, turn you inside out and shape you until you are the hourglass and they are the hands.

he does not need to breathe but he is suffocating on his sudden loneliness, the loss of a love he never imagined he could lose, not like this. it wasn't ripped away or went up in flames like in his dreams night after night after night. he imagined yelling and blood and hands clinging to his with all the faith they have built between them; a chapel meant for them and them alone weathering a storm.

he thought their love was each others names. he thought their love was blasphemy and destroyed churches and standing with your hands intertwined when god rips through the sky and the devil through the ground.

(he thought their love was carried within bags full of books in the dark. he thought their love was kneeling for confession and asking for redemption, for salvation, so they could stop the earth from being torn apart.)

he thought their love was destruction and a desperate search for peace.

(he thought their love was change and the hope for a better world.)

he was an optimist until the end.

(he left his faith behind to try and find it in the clouds.)

but if you were to ask them even now what love is, one would gaze up and the other down, and the answer would form right in the middle, where their eyes meet.

#alex writes good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce #the final fifteen #idk what this is but have it anyway

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1800jjbarnes · 4 months

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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟗: 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ◇

My Everything

【Synopsis】 : Rain was pouring, and your heart was aching. You didn't care what the villagers nor that priest thought about him. You loved him, and you were going to prove it.

『W.C』 : 2.14k

-> Genre: Smut. Fantasy. Demon Au

Paring: Gargoyle!Bucky x Human!Reader

[Warnings] : Public sex [in a garden] sex in the rain. Oral [both receiving] fingering, clit play. Cum play-ish. Making out. Swearing. Pet names. use of the name Soldat. allusion of Hydra in old timey lore. Demonic and religious concepts. Dirty talk. Cemie pie. Squirting.

I want to thank the original creator of this amazing universe and beautiful character's, @ilustrariane. Please check out their work! It's to die for. You can get there full 18+ E-book and its argh my happy place.

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“Soldat! Soldat where are you!!” You called in the blistering winds, repeating the fake name he gave you when you first met. You see, he was in fact a demon, just like the priest had screamed at you, but he was more. He was a gargoyle, one of Lilith's children, trapped, bound to the ruined castle just beyond the village. One of the priests from the before had managed to get his real name and trap him with a blood curse, locking him to only do the bidding of the said man. But now that Soldat was alone, he had no way to break the curse, living the rest of the days in the place he called home, imprisoned by sunlight. You had climbed stairs and rock structures to get up to one of the garden points in the castle, seeing where your lover usually lays, under a concrete arch, empty and bare. Where was he?

You called again but this time your voice got caught in your throat as a giant rumble crashed down to the earth's core. Soldat’s wings were spread wide, having landed only mere meters from you. His huge form was hunched over, his palms spread out on the wet pavement. He had tears in his cold eyes. “I told you to never come back! Why do you not listen.” his voice bellowed around you into the forestry beyond, having enough power to shake the trees.

“I can’t leave you Soldat. Please.” Your tears were covered by the heavy rain pour, your hair sticking to your red puffy face. You couldn’t just forget about him, not now that he had tainted you. He was yours and you, his. And you were going to fight for it, until your last breath.”Look at me!”

God, was it a sight to see.

“Fuck Darling. You feel so good. So tight. Taking my monster cock in such a small body. Good girl.” he snapped his hips with every word. “My. Good. Girl.”

“I’m gonna cum in this ruined cunt of you. Hmm, baby. You gonna take this demon seed?”

Were he could tend to you and make sure you were okay and possibly―Most definitely―fuck you some more.

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When The Amazing Devil wrote "You will scream, 'I won't forget you' but I'll cover my cold ears, It cannot be a lie if no one hears. 'Cause although you say good day to me, I know I don't belong. And although you hold my hand and say I love you, you are wrong. 'Cause love does not exist in this garden, there's no feeling. And you say the words so often that I barely know the meaning. And when the flowers are rotten and all cannons shot, I'll scream but you won't hear, 'forget me not'" and when they said "Pray for me, oh children, pray for what I've done, I'll haunt the very wrinkles of your skin" and when they yelled "God made all man in his image, Honey I'm no man, I'm what's left when children go to war" and when they cried "The cracks you made, I filled with mortar, a broken pot can still hold water" and when they whispered "These hands are growing old, they're running out of things to hold" and when we all weeped with them "If I'm good will you come back, If I'm good will you come back to us" and when they scribbled "Let foul men band and heed your hum for that ancient hymn you heard me strumming's nought but fumble-falls and guns and tumbleweeds, love run. It's nought that rum won't solve though some would harm you, none, not one, no one would raise to you a hand nor thumb, not while by you, I stand and hum" and expected people to just go on about their days, and when they said "If I have to be who I was (You're not) Do I have to be who I am" and then they said "'Cause I will suffer silence for the strings you tune. And I'll withstand what's written for the writer in you. Write me well, my love, write me weird, write me willing, write me well." And when we all sang "Shoulder the sky (I can't wait to show you how much) Open those eyes (I know you can be, just let the rain come) There's a kind (Let the rain come down, darling) (Can't you hear it howling) Of calling" and when they made me freeze right where I stood with "Back then, I wasn't hopeful. But now my ink's blood red, not black. And I'll blink like ripping envelopes in the hopes that you'll write back" and BACK TO BACK they wrote "Cause I'm between that just-one-more and drank-too-much again" "And I promise you I'll write I love you with my fingers on your sleeping hand" "And when I think I'm fine you'll visit, and then you'll happen to me, happen to me all over again" and then had the audacity to say "And I'll sing silence, and ask my glass of wine for guidance. I might not make it tonight" and then "They'd paint your eyes with sunsets (my saints, my sigs, my upsets)" and ON TOP OF THAT "You're not a coward 'cause you cower. You're brave because they broke you, yet broken, still you breathe." AND SOMEHOW WROTE "'Cause I'm not trapped with you, you see. you're the one who's trapped with me." IN THE SAME FUCKING SONG ALONGSIDE "Sometimes I fall to pieces just to see what bits of me don't fit" then decided to break some hearts with "We didn't talk, we made universes out of bitten lips and broken hands. You said I love you less than when it all began, and I said fewer cause I make jokes to show how broken I really am" and then they were both the man their fathers never were and more than what their mums told them to be. And then there was the utter heartbreak of "If I don't make it back from where I've gone, just know I've loved you all along" being repeated for an entire outro. AND THEN THERE WAS "Remember me I ask, remember me I sing. Give me back my heart, you wingless thing." with "Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring, I promised you, they'll sing of every time you passed your fingers through my hair and called me child. Witness me old man I'm the wild." "How bold I was, could be, would be, still am. By God still am" AND THEN THE SHEER FORCE OF THE LINES "Welcome to the storm, I'm thunder. Welcome to my table bring your hunger"

AND EVERY TIME THEY COMPARED THEMSELVES TO THE SAINT OF THE PAINT THAT WAS LEFT IN THE POT, YOUR ANGEL ELLIPSIS, YOUR DEVIL OF DOTS, THE HEARTBREAK THAT ACHES FAR TOO MUCH TO BE SHUNNED, ALL THOSE LETTERS UNSENT, AND THAT GARDEN UNGROWN, THE CAPTAIN OF COURAGE THAT YOU'VE ETERNALLY LACKED AND THE JESUS OF WISHING TO CHRIST YOU'LL COME BACK AND SO. MUCH. MORE.

"This here is not make up, It's a porcelain tomb. And this here is not singing I'm just screaming in tune" ARE YOU KIDDING ME "You try so loud to love me, I cannot seem to hear" and "'Cause If we join our hands in prayer enough, to God I imagine it all starts to sound like applause" IN THE SAME ALBUM WITH "And these plates they smash like waves (place your hand in mine) And on the wind, it howls (how long can this last?)" AND "'Cause these plates, they smash like waves (Place your smile in mine) And the wine stains, hide the tears (Why stay? Hide the-) But that breathing you hear, don't mistake it with sighs. Don't you realize, they're just battle cries, my dear?" And then, when they said "And you, you follow philosophies, but me, I laugh, I choke. 'Well hello my hollow Holofernes' I wink but you don't get the joke" and while we were all busy processing, they reminded us "Your eyes aren't rivers there to weep, but a place for crows to rest their feet" AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON "I chipped my teeth on every joke you cracked" In this essay I will-

#the amazing devil #joey batey #madeleine hyland #I WILL FOREVER MOURN THE FACT THAT I CANNOT PROCESS THESE LYRICS AS WELL AS THEY DESERVE TO BE UNDERSTOOD BECAUSE I'M NOT A NATIVE SPEAKER #I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS #I CAN NEVER BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS #THE FACT THAT I WROTE MOST OF THESE FROM MEMORY

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mik0rin · 9 months

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the ways i love you

“love manifests in many ways: the flowers that bloom after the may rain, the poems that new poets create, the gentle streams used to wash one’s hands, and the sweet filling of a freshly baked pastry. love exists in every open field, dark alleyway, and dusty crevice of the universe. And most importantly it lives in the hearts of people; in the heart of a man whose soul only yearns for you.”

alternatively: Geto Suguru isn’t the most verbal person, his emotions don’t come out in a string of words or paragraphs scratched on crumpled notebook paper. His voice is a private one, reserved for when he feels the necessity to speak, and sometimes that’s what gets him in trouble. It makes him look like he doesn’t care but that couldn’t be further from the truth; in fact, he cares too much, so much so it’s difficult to put into words. Suguru wonders if that will push you away one day, but he fails to realize that verbal expression is not the only way to say “I love you.” Sometimes it’s the little things. So here are a few ways in which Geto Suguru loves you.

geto suguru x black fem reader‎‎ ‎ genre: pure fluff, romance warnings: cussing, mentions of alcohol consumption word count: 5,301

a/n: this isn’t in chronological order, so it skips around from the time in college and being adults in the workforce. and it moves around from different parts of the relationship !!

zippers and laces

Autumn always hosts a shy sun and chilly wind, and you watch the leaves fall like snowflakes off the tree right outside your bedroom window. You hear your boyfriend walk through the living room and grab his keys off the hook in the foyer. There’s a rustle of nylon as he slides on his coat and bends down to tie his shoes. You quicken your pace, applying your mascara with one hand and lipgloss with the other because you know soon to follow would be:

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Coming out now!” You reply, grabbing your coat off the back of your vanity chair and sliding an arm in as you exit the bedroom.

Geto hears the soft tinkle of the multiple bracelets that adorn your wrists and his attention is all on you (when was it ever not?). And no matter how often he sees you, his reaction is always the same; his eyes soften and light up all at once, his hands itch to be in yours, and his heart beats in the same rhythm as your voice.

You cross those few meters to meet him in the entryway and pull a pair of sneakers off the shoe rack. You drop them with a gentle thud and slip your feet into them and before you can bend over to tie your laces, your sweet boyfriend is already on his knees and tying them into cute little floppy bunny ears. And when he stands back up to his full height, he’s pulling you in close by the lapels of your coat and zipping you all the way up, making sure to pull your twists out of the confines of your collar. A grateful smile paints your lips and Suguru’s hands move from the collar of your puffer to caress your cheeks. With a grin so delicate- that if you were to blink you would’ve missed it, he sighs in complete adoration,

“My pretty girl.” And then he’s opening the front door of your shared apartment.

bedtimes and bookmarks

It’s a hot summer night and the cool silk sheets felt like absolute heaven on your bare legs. Soft yet rapid clicks of the keyboard echo throughout the bedroom and the faint turning of novel pages come from your end. Suguru was finishing up a report from his job because he would rather work overtime at home in your presence than be subjected to staying in that hellish (a very heavy exaggeration) office.

Sleep was tempting you like the devil in the Garden of Eden but you refused to succumb to it, if it wasn’t in the arms of your beloved boyfriend. You set your book down and walk over to him, slinking your arms around his neck and pressing a tender kiss to his cheek.

“When are you gonna be done?” There’s a slight whine in your voice and Geto has to fight the urge to abandon everything and take you to bed.

“I still have a bit more, angel. If you’re tired, just go to bed without me.”

A huff leaves your full lips as you pull away and the long-haired man turns his head just in time to see the pout that graces them.

“You know I can’t do that,” You tell him, “It’s impossible for me to sleep without you.”

You settle back into bed and continue reading the page you left off on. Suguru fights the smile that grows on his lips because he knows if you even have the tiniest inkling that you were going to win this battle, you would pull out all the stops.

And Geto might be a champion in all other aspects of his life but he has a continuous losing streak when it comes to you.

The man turns in the desk chair to face you and you peek at him over your thick novel with pleading eyes.

“I have about an hour left and then I’ll be done.”

A total lie.

He had at least two more hours to go but he couldn’t say no to you, especially when you so sweetly made that earlier declaration.

You beam triumphantly, “I’ll just read my book and wait patiently then.”

Thirty minutes barely pass before deep breaths reach Suguru’s ears. He saves his work and shuts off the computer before making his way to you. Your book lays face down, luckily still open on the page you last read. Geto begins to search for your favorite bookmark very quietly so as not to disturb you. He finds it wedged between the mattress and wall, he pulls it out slowly. When it comes free he looks at its fraying edges and peeling laminate; it’s a photo strip from your third date and he remembers how nervous he felt when you sat right in his lap in that cramped space and made him do silly poses with you. That’s when Geto Suguru realized he is completely and utterly weak when it comes to you.

Your boyfriend slides the bookmark in between the pages, closes the book, and sets it on the nightstand. He lifts the covers on his side of the bed and lays next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and he doesn’t even have to pull you in. It was instinct to you even in your deep slumber, your body craves to be close to his like two magnets finding their way to each other.

“Thought you couldn’t sleep without me?” He whispers into your neck and you shift in your sleep, mumbling the most adorable “Sugu.” A blush peppers his cheeks in the darkness of your bedroom and he slides his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers. And as he falls asleep, he prays you two see each other in the land of dreams.

puppies and pamper

The hot water loosens your muscles one by one and you watch the sun start to kiss the earth goodbye. You turn around, shifting your position in Suguru’s loving grip, your bare chest now pressing against his. You whisper “Sugu?” and he looks at you with expectant eyes, waiting for the rest of your sentence.

“We should walk around since we have some time before dinner.”

His large hands caress your lower back as he nods a yes. And after another ten minutes, you’re stepping out of the open-air bath. The warm spring breeze blows over your wet skin as you wrap the towel around your body and walk back into your room. Both of you lotion your skin before putting on your Yukatas and exiting the room.

The sky's a perfect balance of day and night, and the wind rustles through the fabric of your robes. You and Geto walk side by side, occasionally commenting on how pretty the cherry blossoms are. Maybe it was the mood set by the events prior or the affection that always exists between the two of you, but there is something so tender and warm about being next to each other, bodies just barely touching and eyes meeting ever so often.

Older couples pass by you, cooing at how sweet young-love is, and Suguru can’t help but feel over the moon at the fact that the love between the two of you is so evident. As more people comment on how cute the both of you are, he spots a bridge that overlooks a small pond. The weakening sunlight and budding moonlight create picture-perfect lighting and he wants to see you under it, that way he could burn the image into his mind forever.

The dark-eyed man grabs your hand and points toward the bridge, “Let's go.”

You hum in agreement and let him gently tug you along, happy to see his subtle excitement. You don’t know what he’s thinking but his determination is oh-so-cute. The two of you walk a grand total of fifteen steps before something catches your eye: an older woman with the most adorable puppy. Your hand slips out of Geto’s almost immediately as your attention shifts to the small dog.

You’re now walking in the opposite direction, approaching the woman and her dog with a shy smile. Your boyfriend is very used to the way your attention diverts when you see a cute animal and he finds it endearing that your heart welcomes them all the same.

“Can I pet your dog?”

The older woman returns your smile with a small one of her own and nods her head yes.

“She’s a little shy, so she might not let you pet her.”

You let out a little “That’s okay” as you crouch down in front of the fluffy puppy and put your hand out for her to smell. Contrary to what the owner said, the dog is more than happy to see you.

“Hey, cutie,” You giggle, as you scratch a spot behind her ears and she all but melts in your arms. “What’s her name?”

"Sora," the woman's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "She's not usually this energetic around strangers. She must really love you."

You rub the puppy’s belly and tell her, “I love you too, Sora. Sugu doesn’t want us to get pets right now but I’m sure he would fall in love if we had such a sweet baby like you.”

“I guess that’s who’s waiting for you.” The woman gestures behind you and there Geto stands, watching you with honeyed eyes.

“Go, go” You motion to him, letting him know that you’ll meet him at the bridge. You turn back to play with the dog a bit more and when you feel like you’ve held up the poor woman long enough, you thank her and say goodbye to Sora.

Geto hadn’t moved, he didn’t walk to the bridge without you as you told him to and his expression hadn’t changed either. When he realizes that you were returning to him, he starts back on his previous path as you trail behind him. The man walks forward a few steps before stopping, his arm is now outstretched behind him waiting for your palm to connect with his. Your cool hand makes contact with his and he starts moving again. You’re beyond thankful that he waited for you and you display it with a squeeze of his hand and he responds back with two squeezes of his own.

Your shoes make a hollow click on the metal floor of the bridge, your hand gripping the railing as you watch the moon's reflections ripple in the dark water. You’ve gotten used to your boyfriend’s intense staring but somehow you’re always inclined to ask,

“What?” You turn to look at him, and Suguru knows that he was right about coming here. Your eyes glitter like jewels as you return his gaze and it's as if you’re illuminated by magic, everything about you just seems to glow at that moment.

“Nothing.” He mutters.

There were two beats of silence before he speaks again.

“Do you really want a puppy?”

juice and jewelry

The study table hosts the usual college student materials: lecture notes, concerning amounts of empty coffee cups, and the sleepy heads of a few students. This is your usual routine, cram the night before the exam and pray for the best. It’s nearing the group’s sixth hour of studying and anyone within a fifteen-mile radius could feel the dread and fading determination radiating from every single one of you. You glance over at your boyfriend, his hoodie sitting on his head and his glasses slightly sliding down the bridge of his nose as he looks over the same lecture slides. And as you look around the table, everyone else seems to be losing much-needed energy.

You stand up, grab your purse and make a small announcement, “I’m going to the corner store, y’all want anything?”

The simple question suddenly breathes life into everyone as they recite their orders and offer up their humble gratitude. You type all of it into your phone and start to make your way to the 7-11 across the street. Suguru trails behind you, never wanting to be more than two feet away from you especially when the night envelopes everything like a dark wool blanket. You can feel the comfortable weight of his arm on your shoulders and the two of you walk that short distance to the store.

The fluorescent lights and jingling bell greet you as you walk in, and you waste no time picking up the things everyone requested and the small basket that rests in the crook of your elbow starts to fill up.

“Pink lemonade or mango green tea?” Suguru asks as he slips your favorite sandwich into the basket.

You look at him as if you’re fighting an internal battle of indecisiveness and he holds onto both as you approach the register. You stand behind him wrapping your arms around his waist as the poor cashier rings up an almost alarming amount of items. Once everything is in bags except for one of your drinks and one of Suguru’s, you start walking back.

The bags swing slightly from Geto’s arm as he opens the drink in his hand and switches it with the one in yours. You sip the drink and smile at the small gesture, he always does these things like it's second nature. He’s the sweetest boy you’ve ever dated and you hope it stays that way.

You walk back into the student center and dump the bag in the middle of the table, and watch everyone scramble to desperately pick up their items. You fall into casual conversation trying to stay away from any exam topics or anything schoolwork related.

You’re trying (to no avail) to get Shoko to quit smoking, it’s a common argument between the two of you. You tell her you don’t want your best friend to end up terminally ill, and she tells you that won’t ever happen. She always tries to reassure you that nothing will happen to her health and you always show her research that proves otherwise.

Somewhere between you showing Ieiri graphic images on Google and her trying to turn off your phone, a warm hand grazes the back of your neck. If not for the familiar smell of vetiver and iris, you would have a few strong words for the person randomly touching you. But, you continue talking about the dangers of tobacco and nicotine, as you feel your necklaces being gently removed from your neck.

Geto had noticed it from the moment you walked into the convenience store. The multiple array of necklaces you chose to wear today wove themselves into a tangled mess. So, he does what any good boyfriend would do: he untangles them. Everyone around him was deep in conversation and Gojou was teasing Nanami about his new budding crush, giving him the opportunity to fully focus and not be bothered by his best friend’s chattering.

Suguru hums the tune of a song that you’ve been playing on repeat for the last few days as he works through the various knots. He never understands why you always decide to wear so many, only for them to end up in a tangled mess and you in a teary one. He’s asked before and you responded with a,

“It’s called fashion, babe.” Like it was the most obvious thing in the world and he hasn’t said anything about it since.

The dark-haired man finally untangles the last necklace and arranges them flat on the table, trying his best to remember the order you had layered them in. Once he decides that the order of the necklaces matches what’s in his memory, he starts to put them back. It’s an easy task for him, taking him only about two minutes, thanks to you slightly turning and your braids already being held up by a sage green claw clip. He adjusts the pendants and gems in the front, flipping them over so they would be facing the right way. Suguru, however, fails to notice the fact that everyone is now whispering and most of their attention is on him. The boy only looks at you with almost glittering eyes like he’s very proud of his work.

And to show your never-ending appreciation, you lean forward and press a sweet kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, my love.”

Geto smiles at the term of endearment and he opens his mouth to respond but is cut off by the sound of gagging.

“Disgusting. You can’t do all that coupley shit somewhere else?” Gojou scrunches up his face and covers his eyes with his sunglasses.

“Shut up, Satoru. You’re just jealous because your girlfriend dumped your sorry ass, again.” You spit back.

“I told you we’re on a break!”

“I really don't care what you told me. You got dumped, loser.”

Everyone tries their best to mask their laughter, except for Shoko who laughs out loud.

The white-haired man narrows his eyes at you and gears up to say something back, but the sound of his best friend clearing his throat stops him. You look at him with a triumphant smile, ecstatic you got the last word.

Satoru mutters a “Whatever,” under his breath and dramatically turns his chair away.

Your boyfriend finds your hand under the table and only looks at you with an amused expression. And for good measure, he kisses your temple which results in a disgruntled sound from Satoru and more laughter from everyone else.

seatbelts and safety

Frank Ocean’s Novacane blares from the car’s speakers and you pull down the sun visor, using its mirror to apply your lip liner. It was well past the sun’s time and the moon is what reigned over the sky now. You glance over at your date, practically drooling at him in his tailored suit and perfectly styled hair. He’s so fine it causes the car temperature to rise above its already rather toasty atmosphere. You shrug off your fur shawl, fold it up in your lap, and adjust the strap of your pink evening gown.

You and Suguru have barely started your relationship and you’re already dragging him to your internship events on such short notice. But, if you were the only one to show up without a date to a Cupid-themed benefit gala, it would be beyond embarrassing.

You turn towards him, your voice coming out half apologetic and half grateful. “Thank you so much for coming with me and for driving. I know this shit is last minute but I didn’t know what else to do.”

“I’m your boyfriend, it’s fine.” Suguru waves off, but the blush that burns his cheeks at the word boyfriend betrays his rather cool attitude. And your eyes widen at that statement as well, the fact you’re his girlfriend is still incredibly fresh and sometimes you have to tell yourself it isn’t a dream.

“But still, you were visiting your family in Kyoto and-”

“It’s okay, don’t stress it.”

You want to say more but you decide to listen to him, because if he didn’t have a problem with it then there is no reason you should.

The tension in the car is palpable and there are so many words (compliments) that sit on the tip of Geto’s tongue but his nervousness is taking over his senses and the fact you look like an absolute dream, like a prayer that heals even the most rotten hearts, is not exactly helping either.

The car slows as you approach the red light and your boyfriend takes the opportunity to drink you in. And he wonders if you can feel him staring at you because if you did, you were doing a wonderful job at hiding it. All of your focus was on your phone and the hundreds of texts you were sending.

Geto thanks any god out there willing to listen for this unnaturally long redlight because it gives him extra time to appreciate his girlfriend’s beauty. But when his eyes drop down to the corset detailing on your waist, the boy notices the lack of seatbelt and he immediately unbuckles his own. There are still thirty minutes of driving before you reach your destination and he rather you stay safe for as long as possible.

So, he leans over and you slightly flinch at the sudden motion. His cologne surrounds you and his hair brushes up against your collarbone; you almost ask what he’s doing but when you hear the soft click of the seatbelt buckling into place, your question is answered. Suguru starts to settle back in his seat but not before stopping so his face was right in front of yours, your heart beats wildly against your chest and you can see his pupils dilate.

“You’re so beautiful, I don’t think I can describe it.” He whispers like he’s scared if the words were too loud it would ruin everything. But no matter the volume of his voice, your body burns at the compliment and you don’t know how to respond.

But before you can formulate your next thought, green tints the inside of the car, and the person behind honks their horn. Suguru quickly sits back down and puts his own seatbelt back on, but his hand still lingers on your thigh and pink still lingers on his ears, while a smile paints your lips.

rainstorms and relocation

Rain hits hard against the roofs of houses and drenches the trees and flowers. You peek out the store window, wondering how in the world the two of you were going to make it home. It had been 75° with sunny and clear skies when you had left the house three hours ago, so you had decided to leave the car behind and take advantage of the late spring day. But you know better than to ever leave the house without an umbrella, the only problem is that your umbrella is only for one person, and as much as you call your boyfriend your “other half,” that is obviously figuratively.

You hear footsteps approaching from behind you and a hand on the small of your back guides you toward the exit.

“I’m hungry, let's go.”

“It's raining.” You state.

Geto flashes you a look of amusement, the corner of his lips perking up at your extremely serious expression. “I see that, angel. Do you not have your umbrella?”

Your lips fall into a flat line, “I do, it's just way too small.”

“We’ll be alright.”

The two of you were not alright.

Somehow the rain starts to come down heavier as you walk out the doors of the furniture store and it beats against your poor umbrella, causing it to bend every so often. Suguru holds the umbrella, leaning it slightly to his right so that you are fully covered. However, that leaves his left shoulder completely unprotected and you don’t notice it until you’re waiting for the crosswalk signal to show the little green man.

“Suguru, your entire arm is wet!” You exclaim, trying to take control of the umbrella but he has a death grip on the handle.

“It doesn’t matter.” He says, ushering you forward as the crosswalk starts its countdown.

“I don’t wanna hear all that because of course, it matters. We can just buy a bigger umbrella.” You’re trying to reason with him but once Geto Suguru is a hundred percent sure about something, it’s almost impossible to change his mind. And he just so happens to be very determined about making sure you arrive home without ever feeling one spring rain droplet.

Your boyfriend shakes his head, “Our apartment is right there, there’s no point. And it’s good practice, we’re gonna be sharing a lot more than umbrellas now.”

Suguru is right.

And oh how you hate when he’s right. However, his correctness causes your heart to sing a sweet melody, only because you know tomorrow and every tomorrow after that your love will live in the same place, like how it’s meant to be.

cocktails and cotton pads

The front door swings open and Geto has to take a step back to avoid a broken nose. You flash him the sweetest drunken smile as your body collides with his. His arms wrap around your waist to keep you stable and a silent laugh falls from his lips. You were clutching onto him so tightly like you were afraid he would disappear.

“You should’ve come! I missed you.” Your voice was a little too loud and your consonants were turning into vowels.

Suguru starts to lead you into the bathroom, his heart smiling at your words. “You said it was ‘girls’ night,’ remember?”

“Oh… ” Your face scrunches up in thought as you try to remember, “I did say that! I said that, right?”

He gives you a slight nod, “You did.”

“Next time, it’ll be a Suguru Night.” You shove your left pinky in his face. “I promisssee”

Every night that you came home to him would be a Suguru Night in his eyes. He didn’t need you to promise anything special as long as you kept loving him as you did and he could keep loving you. But, he humors you nonetheless because he knows how seriously you take promises.

His pinkie wraps around yours and the pads of your thumbs touch. The two of you lock eyes and place a kiss on your touching thumbs.

“And it’s sealed.” You slur as your bare feet finally touch the cold tile floor.

Suguru sits you down on the toilet before turning around to open the medicine cabinet full of all your skincare products. He first grabs your fluffy pink headband and turns back towards you to put it on.

“I have to put this on, stay still.” It’s a very soft command, full of care and kindness.

Your boyfriend slides on the headband - effectively pushing your hair out of your face, then he gets to work. He’s memorized your skincare routine after watching you doing it night after night and so he starts with your oil cleanser, using it to take off all your makeup. He continues with the next steps and you sit in patient silence, your body humming with drunkenness and pure admiration.

When the dark-haired man turns around to grab one of your serums, it dawns on him that you have yet to speak. Usually, you would’ve told him all about your night, every tiny detail that you could possibly remember. But instead, you were staring at him, your lips curved into a small smile and your hands clasped together in your lap.

His eyebrows furrow in concern, “You okay, princess? You need water or somethin’?”

“I’m okay.” Your voice is barely above a whisper like you were holding something back. And in an instant, Suguru is right back in front of you, his warm hands on your exposed shoulders. You look at him, really look at him (even if he’s a bit blurry due to your lingering buzz) and you notice so many things.

His hair is still slightly wavy from the French braids you gave him last night, he smells of vetiver and iris, and his lips were coated in that pink-berry chapstick you bought him last week. Geto has always been and will always be the most attractive man you have ever seen but something about tonight makes you realize how pretty he is.

Suguru raises an eyebrow at how your eyes soften like ice cream on a hot summer afternoon. He’s praying this isn’t some prelude to you crying.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are, Sugu?”

You have. Multiple times. He thinks. He flashes you the usual look of disbelief and begins to apply your moisturizer, giving you a face massage in the process.

“Mhmm.” He hums, entertaining you for the moment.

Your lips fall into a pout and you huff a “You never believe me. I wouldn’t be with you if you were ugly.”

“Good to know.” He shakes his head in amusement, you’re always so honest both drunk and sober.

“You know I was banned from talking about you tonight. Supposedly I talk about you ‘too fucking much.’ But my thing is, I have the best boyfriend in the world and I love him more than love itself, so why wouldn't I let everyone know how much I adore him? I would even tattoo ‘I love Geto Suguru’ on my ass.”

You pause for half a second and then you continue on, “Actually, no I wouldn’t. That’s tacky as hell. You know what I would do?”

Geto’s thumbs rub small circles into your cheeks, his tone giving away that he has no idea what you’re going to say next. “What would you do?”

“I’d take your last name, I think that’s way better than a tattoo.”

Geto goes silent but he swears his heartbeat is echoing off the bathroom walls and his inner thoughts have become outer ones. His hands leave your face and opt to grab your toothbrush instead. He puts the toothpaste on and runs it under water before handing it to you.

No matter how many times he hears your drunk babbling, everything you say still shocks him. He never doubts your love for him, however, the two of you are both private people when it comes to relationships. So the fact you talk about him that much is news to him, and something about you being so proud to have him as a boyfriend has him a little bit dizzy.

And the casual confession that you would marry him, that you would love to be his wife.

“I’m getting you water, I’ll be right back.”

“M’kay” Your voice is a bit muffled from the foam in your mouth.

Suguru takes a minute to catch his breath in the kitchen.

You are going to be the death of him.

How does he even respond to that? With an engagement ring he has yet to buy (it’s still sitting in his online cart waiting for Shoko’s approval)? Or maybe with a proclamation of his own, one that you will only half remember come morning time.

The dark-haired man walks back into your shared bedroom after collecting himself and catches sight of you pulling one of his graphic tees onto your body. You barely glance at him before settling into bed, fatigue now coating every single one of your features. All the drinking and dancing is finally catching up to you. Geto hands you the cup of water and you softly thank him before drinking it. He slides your bonnet on as you down the water. He wonders if you could feel his hands shaking due to his racing heart, or the way his breaths are heavier than usual.

But you don’t. The alcohol still clouding your sense of awareness and your laser-focused on trying to pull Suguru into bed. He wants nothing more than to lay next to you and rub your back until you fall asleep, but he’s now full of the sort of energy that is created by love - true love.

And you give up after a few tries, mumbling something that’s close to a “goodnight” and drifting off to sleep. Your boyfriend grabs one of your many lip balms off of your vanity and applies it to your lips before finally settling down next to you. Suguru’s back is against the headboard, one hand scrolling through his phone and the other one tracing shapes on your arm. He looks down at you, eyes shining with the kind of emotion that is only captured in two sentence quotes and letters from another time.

“What am I going to do with you?”

Then he phone pings with a text that says: “it’s perfect for her.”

a/n: hey yalllll, it’s been a hot minute but i hope you liked this (i lovedddd writing it) and i have two other wipes, luv y’all <3333 and let me know what you thought :))

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Why I love the idea of a great big Good Omens x The Sandman Crossover Gaimonverse ... (Ineffable Husbands and Dream of the Endless hobnobbing aside).

Gwendoline Christie's Lucifer ruling over the hopeless disasters which are the GO demons... Chef's kiss! Give me a twenty part, workplace comedy. With Lucifer being driven ever closer to a complete nervous breakdown by their shinnanigans. Until they throw Mazikeen over their shoulder, yell 'Fuck this, I'm out!' and rage quit.

The Endless and the Horseman existing in the same universe... Meaning there are tiers of Anthropomorphic Personifications. What does that make the Horseman? Insanely homicidal middle management?

Following Death around like obbsessive little ducklings.

Getting into all sorts of devilment with the Twins like their little chaos groupies.

Constantly checking in with Destiny like,

War: Is it the Apocalypse now?

Destiny: (Turns a page) No

Famine: Now?

Destiny: No

Pollution: Now?

Destiny: Do not make me leave this garden and come down there!

Being one of the main contributing factors in making their direct supervisor (Destruction) become a master hermit.

Most of Hob's down time being spent avoiding/messing with Sergeant Shadwell (This headcanon is stamped across my heart in glowing neon letters).

Adam Young being the bane of Destiny's existence. A reality warping, fate changing... Doodling all over the margins of Book of Destiny in crayola menace!

The image of Anathema and Johanna Constantine as professional associates of the British supernatural community is a thing wonderous to behold.

#good omens #the sandman #lucifer morningstar #The endless #the four horseman of the apocalypse #hob gadling #Adam young #johanna constantine #anathema device #The all powerful Gaimonverse #Sandman comic spoilers

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perisceris · 2 years

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magical girl Oriana

#original #magical girl #oc: oriana #devil’s garden universe

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oriandcate · 2 years

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The List of Raw Quotes immortalized by the Internet:

“People who value any aspect of creation would do well not to pit gods against one another.”

“Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.”

“I will face God and walk backwards into Hell.”

“Then perish.”

“I have been through Hell and come out singing.”

“Do I look like the kind of man who dies?”

“Do you think God stays in Heaven because He too lives in fear of what He created?”

“To become god is the loneliest achievement of all.”

“You kneel before my throne unaware that it was built on lies.”

“This is Hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods.”

“Impudent of you to assume that I will meet a mortal end.”

“Bury me shallow, I’ll be back.”

“Take this gift, for the gods surely won’t.”

“One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled.”

“Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog?”

“Deviation from the norm will be punished unless it is exploitable.”

“You cannot kill me in a way that matters.”

“Pick a god and pray.”

“We deserve a soft epilogue, my love.”

“We are the timeline that God has abandoned.”

“Pick a Hell and rot there.”

“Every day we stray further from God’s light.”

“I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.”

“I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip.”

“The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math.”

“If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight as I always have.”

“I am a monument to all your sins.”

“It’s not about whether you win or lose. Sometimes it’s about how many pages you add to the rulebook.”

“You’re rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic, my friend.”

“The man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one.”

“I don’t believe in divine retribution, but then life throws people like you at me.”

“God wanted me dead, now you get to find out why.”

“The fruits of the earth do not exist to be worth something to us.”

“I’ve got a date with destiny, and it ain’t gonna end with a kiss.”

“Hostage or not, sometimes it’s nice being held.”

“To sit still is to submit to a god who cannot stand to see such power in potentia mere inches from realizing itself and overcoming him.”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

“…but sadly I am only a little bug and you are a garden.”

“In a society where all adventure has been destroyed, the only adventure left is to destroy that society.”

“How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?”

“So hope like hell your captor is an evil man. A good man will kill you with hardly a word.”

“…For they are a scoundrel and a foul beast of fields untouched by green.”

“Do you not think that Satan, too, has some affection for the inhabitants of Hell?”

“Does poetry flourishing even in the cracks and grime of the world devalue its beauty? Is the divine rendered plain when it becomes commonplace? Would you have the sublime subjected to the gatekeeping of a self-serving elite? Better it should be used and misused as us absurd commoners see fit.”

“Lock your doors and windows. God will forgive your absence.”

“I stand here, a fool of my own making.”

“Canon is but the sandbox in which I strike lightning to form glass. Trouble me no more with your quibbling and quorums, lest I grind you to dust beneath my heel and build stories from the remnants of your bones. Avast, foul fiend.”

“In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.”

“’It’s not that deep.’ Maybe not originally, but the ground is soft and I’m ready to dig.”

“Ask the moon. Ask what it has witnessed.”

“Some things don’t belong on this plane of existence and the universe conspires to correct that.”

“Weird is a prerequisite to all things good and entertaining.”

“The sunrise has never caught me sleeping.”

“People are trying to be right no matter how wrong they are, I am here, accepting my primal desires.”

“Swear all you want, but the gods have shut their ears.”

“Tis the nature, curse, and cure of humanity to be forever attracted to the abyss.”

“If you hit a mole over the head for long and hard enough, eventually it learns to mind its own beeswax. Keep whacking.”

“If we built a tower of Babel, in this day and age, no one would stop us. We would build, and build, and one day inevitably breach the gates of heaven. And we would send in a probe, and then an exploratory team, clad in hazmat suits and protective gear, to enter the gates, and lo! before them would be a great, winding mass, a crumbling chitinous mountain range, a swooping winding wormous cavern, pale and sickly and turned to dust. And we will understand why no one stopped us: it will be the exoskeleton of God.”

“I must make time fear me most.”

“My third eye is open but damn it needs a monocle.”

“Some sins follow us, trotting along and planting themselves in dark corners, high shelves, gathering dust like a forgotten potted ficus, forever a part of the inner scenery of our minds. They thrive there. In the dark. Knowing we will someday stumble in. This is why ‘tis unwise to explore the inner chambers of our souls.”

“Ideals are made of gold and light, but human lives are made of blood and tears, and spill with slippery ease; choose carefully what hills to build and die upon.”

“I shall dig my very own shallow grave. Onward.”

“Confidence! A fool’s substitute for intelligence!”

“Weird hill to die on, but at least you’re dead.”

“Our paths may have crossed briefly, but you’ve still had the misfortune of knowing me.”

“What’s a little blood and bone? We all come down to it, in the end.”

“I could set the world on fire and call it rain.”

“War allows us to dress our monsters up as saviors, and many would say I’m one of those monsters.”

“You haven’t learned anything until you learn monsters have nightmares too.”

“To live is to haunt.”

“Can’t shake the devil’s hand and say you’re only kidding.”

“In the future, you will stand at the grave of God which I dug, weeping, and I will be the only creature you will be able to answer to. You will beg for death, but due to what you said today, I will deprive you of that luxury.”

“I wanted rain and I thought the best way to do that was to make God cry.”

“Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.”

“Here’s the thing about a haunted forest: it’s not going to haunt itself.”

“Your skull is the garden where fact flowers into meaning.”

“I shall use your voice for violin string and serenade your widow.”

“If God had wanted you to live he would not have created me.”

“I’ve heard it said that we only gain wisdom through suffering, and tonight I intend to make you very wise.”

“If I cannot bend heaven, then I will raise hell.”

“Remember that if you go knocking on enough doors asking to see the Devil, eventually he may answer.”

"No one of honor is interred here. The dead are raw materials, and nothing more."

"That there is a feller what sat down on a snake in the grass one day, and it ain't crawled outta his asshole yet."

"Pay a man enough and he'll walk barefoot into Hell."

"All these moments will be lost in time; like tears, in the rain."

"To feel sorrow is to deserve peace."

"No one will know the violence it took to become this gentle."

"There is no light at the end of this tunnel; so it's a good thing we brought matches."

"The answer to despair is action."

"You'll be reduced down to a single atom when I'm done with you."

"What's at the end of a million? Zero, zero, zero; big old hole, with a wall around it. That's all a bank is, you know: a great big old hole you throw money into, and all it ever seems to do is make the walls higher."

"Always strive to eat the stars."

"Why would you want to savor the taste of poison?"

"The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all."

"It is better to die standing than to live kneeling."

"The anger in your heart warms you now, but it will leave you cold in your grave."

"Darkness without light is an abyss; light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side."

"We can't have faith for everybody."

"Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars you won."

"To rend one's enemies is to view them as objects: hollow of existence and meaning."

"Your soul sparks with a nonsense that makes this world bearable."

"He ain't one of the creatures God made."

“The unconscious hides in a language like a thief hides a diamond in a chandelier.”

“I just know no fruit has ever tasted as sweet as the ones I ate while bleeding under the blistering summer sun.”

“I pray nobody kills me for the crime of being small.”

“That’s the problem with gods; their pleasure and their wrath often look the same.”

“If I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man.”

“Stupid should hurt.”

“do you think god is nuclear. do you think you cannot look upon deities the same way you cannot look at the center of a mushroom cloud. do you think the energy generated from fission is released from divine clutches. do you think that god exists in the space between the nucleus and the electrons and in the bonds of compounds and in the numbers on the page that got us there. do you think radiation is a warning. do you think it is an eraser. do you think it is wrath or a mistake or a byproduct of entropy. do you think god is plasma, where electrons are wherever you want them to be. do you think that we were supposed to find this out.”

“If you aren’t worthy enough to pull the sword, be strong enough to lift the stone.”

“I can’t go to hell. I’m all out of vacation days.”

“Despite everything, its still you.”

“The more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. The more you distance yourself, the less it will hurt. The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others.”

“My mother says kissing a man without a mustache is like eating eggs without salt.”

“A character is a ghost, a story is what it haunts.”

“Pain travels through families until someone is ready to feel it.”

“The gods did not breathe the breath of life into us and give us gifts of a shape, a will, and a voice just so we could pay bills and die”

“you gotta have friends who are older than you, not because you’re a dumb kid, but because you’ll be terrified of growing up otherwise.”

“you’ve made me so hard i beg for softness”

“Scorn is more palatable than the howling hunger for things to have been different for you.”

“Being able to endure something does not equal an obligation to withstand it.”

“To live is to haunt.”

“I am a chewy rubber Polly Pocket skirt and God is a four year old girl.”

“The big picture is made up of brush strokes, fool.”

“Hearts are wild creatures, that’s why our ribs are cages.”

“these are old bones and i am merely a passing occupant”

“The board is getting dusty but the boogeyman has not yet blinked. when he does, you better make that move.”

“And when we kill the gods neither heaven nor hell will be waiting for them because they created those to imprison us.

“What makes a man a warrior is his willingness to place himself between what he holds dear and anything that threatens it. This is the way.”

“The anchor gives the ship the world to love.”

“In a society where adventure has been destroyed, the only adventure left is to destroy that society.”

“You pretended to be the hero of a story you never saved.”

“this world is a banquet of knowledge and each of us has brought a dish to the table.”

“This is the time of vengeance and no life is worth saving.”

“The ghosts that inhabit this place are more alive than you’ll ever be.”

“May the only thing that dampens the flames of hell for you be God spitting in your face.”

#quotes #writers on tumblr #source: tumblr #raw lines #pinterest #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #wattpad #writing #spy kids #halo #destiny #comics

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vicioux · 11 months

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ICHIHIME FIC RECS

i can't believe i've been reading ichihime fanfics for literally 10 years ✌️ my favorite flavor is definitely pining with a touch of angst, but i am also a sucker for just them giggly all over each other! thank you bleach TYBW anime revival for bringing me back to these two cutie patooties and an even bigger thank you to all the writers that have been keeping the fandom alive all these years (especially in the earlier days back in the wild wild west of ff.net and LJ lol) y'all are amazing 💖 happy reading everyone p.s you can find the rest of my fic rec lists here

🍓 alternate universe 🍞

THE BRIDE OF THE DEATH GOD by caledon A plague descended upon the village, and to appease the God of Death they offered him a bride as a sacrifice.

THE DEVIL'S PLAYTHING by marshmallowbirb High-schooler Kurosaki Ichigo discovers that he isn't as human as he once thought - and neither is his classmate, Inoue Orihime.

THE RELUCTANT BRIDEGROOM, DEATH by marshmallowbirb On a sunny summer morning, the young goddess Orihime gathers flowers on a hillside.

STARCROSS'D by child of the ashes In the vampire palace of Los Noches, there is no greater curse than beauty, and no greater crime than love.

NEXT VISIT by aurona x She can see him only with autumn comes, that man of the deep blue tree. And over the years, her love for him grows.

MOTHERHOOD by ashe flyght Orihime's family is financially unstable. So when Japan's most in demand actor, Kurosaki Ichigo offers her an unusual job will she accept it?

FINE LINES by lastlynotleast Ichigo is a tattoo artist and Orihime has skin he could draw on forever.

🍓 multichapter 🍞

THE BOND BETWEEN US by ritsu-san Post Ch. 352: Ichigo and Orihime are left to figure out this strange bond they share.

TIL DEATH DO US PART by marshmallowbirb Deemed too powerful, Ichigo is sequestered in Soul Society after defeating Aizen. Ten years later, one of his human friends dies.

THE CLOCKWORK SWITCH by sesamerolls (1 // 2 // 3) “Kurosaki-kun?” She wanted to bite back her words. This person couldn’t be him. He was a few inches taller, broader, and manlier than the youth who gave her daifuku just minutes before.

🍓 oneshots that will make you feeeeel 🍞

DEMAGNETIZE by ghosty If opposites attract, then what does that mean for us?

TACTILE by mrhooty Orihime has accepted that her boundaries will never be respected, but Ichigo is too good of a friend to allow that.

AFFIRMATION by sesamerolls Ichihime from the beginning to the end.

HOME IS WHERE THE SUN SETS by awkwardspaceturtle Using the word ‘beautiful’ didn’t seem like enough; nothing he could ever say out loud would tell her how she really looked in his eyes.

BUILD A HOUSE IN PARADISE by zabiume Ichigo and Orihime move in together.

PAPER HOUSES by zabiume Mostly, he just wanted to know if she was okay, if she was eating well and passing her courses and if, when she went to bed at night, she had someone to smile about.

PROMPTFILL by zabiume Truth serum induced angst.

PROMPTFILL by captainrukias-husband Ichigo writes a poem for Orihime.

TEMPTARE BEAST by mayelisa As Orihime watched in horror as Ichigo took on that form again, she had a sinking feeling that this day wouldn't turn out at all like she had planned.

MEMORIES IN THE RAIN by garden of magnolias If I were the rain, could I connect with someone's heart, as the rain can unite the eternally separated earth and sky?

ALWAYS SUMMER by folle Orihime is calling, calling, and Ichigo doesn't know how to not answer, except in the most important way.

BECOMING WHOLE by lovelycollision He loves her in various ways, during different stages of his life. It's after the war when he realizes that he's in the third stage, otherwise known as the beginning.

🍓 outside POV looking in 🍞

ELEVATING by sesamerolls “Okay, let’s theoretically agree Ichi-nii has a girlfriend,” said Karin, resting her palm underneath her chin.

SIMPLY BY MEASUREMENT by sesamerolls When it first began, he pretended not to notice.

PROMPTFILL by scribblles Ichigo screwed up his befuddlement into a distinctly grumpy expression. “For your information, I wasn’t daydreaming, I was thinking. Worrying, actually. And it’s about a friend. Who… happens to be a girl.”

🍓 funny fluffy oneshots 🍞

OF MICE AND MEN by garden of magnolias Ichigo realizes that getting rid of a mouse in his and Orihime's apartment is a lot more complicated when it involves his girlfriend.

I REJECT! by scribblles Keigo has a rare moment of inadvertent correctness.

RUMOUR HAS IT by fictionaryplace Ichigo and Orihime have important news, but decide to have a little fun with their friends and family before coming clean.

DELAYED REACTION by crystal dawn Orihime is feeling under the weather. Against his better judgment, Ichigo suggests she visit his father's clinic.

ICED FRAPPUCCINO by hedonysms Ichigo and Orihime get a coffee. Ichigo is simultaneously an emotional sap and a horny, utterly repressed man.

STARTING FRESH by kay sincere Ichigo doesn't have a resolution for the new year himself. But it does come to his attention that his friends could use his help.

NOSEBLEED by deathberryhime Where that little smile would have done more damage than intended to.

OUR BREATHS IN PERFECT HARMONY by iwillhaveamoonbase When Ichigo's friend talks about a cute girl at a bakery, Ichigo agrees to introduce them with no idea that the girl in question is his girlfriend.

WELL WISHERS by adverb_slut It turns out that shinigami are not so great at gift-buying, especially for a four-week-old baby.

THE ART OF SHIPPING by alice hattercandy In which, everyone ships. Even Ichigo.

🍓 anything and everything by these authors 🍞

SESAMEROLLS CAPTAINRUKIAS-HUSBAND ZABIUME (tumblr // ao3) SCRIBBLLES CRYSTALDAWN / MARSHMALLOWBIRB (ffnet // ao3) ORIHIMES RITSU-SAN (more on their LJ sunburnt-wings) TRAGICOMEDY (more on their LJ explicates)

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messy-gemini1 · 8 months

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Imagine dating both Alucard and abridged Alucard

imagine it's just a normal day for the Hellsing Manor. You're doing your normal routine cleaning up the integra's off while She sits at her desk and does her paperwork.

Until Seras barges in, holding Two Alucard's. Your eyes widen and the broom falls from your hands. One had a huge grin on his face, while the other stands there with an irritated look.

"what. the. fuck" is all you can say. The one with the grin seems to smile more you. "ah! now who is this ravishing, little slut" He says, you knew right away he was not your Alucard. He's voice was slightly different and his language that of an immature teenager who just figured out he could curse.

Your Alucard, who seemed to not like the idea of his imposter calling you names, immediately pulls his pistols out. Tone harsh and cold "what did you call my Darling?" He growls. Seras quickly tries to defuse the situation while You and Integra stand there with shocked faces.

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It took some time to get used to having two Alucard's. apparently, the imposter who you named Card, lost his Y/n before they could have a relationship. That made you slightly sympathetic for him. Alucard did NOT like having another him around, especially someone who was so foul mouthed to you. He slowly grew accustom to it.

Especially when it made you so happy to have two vampires swoon over you and pamper you with kisses early in the morning.

Not to mention the bedroom ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Alucard is soft and gentle, whereas card is brash and rough. You have the best of both worlds in the bedroom, and both are absolutely kings at aftercare. Theyll clean you up, make sure you're comfortable, making you a hot bath or whatever you need before cuddling you to sleep.

Conversation with Card is weird, his universe is very chaotic, not at all what you assumed from your own dimension.

"soo...you only turned seras for..." "her big tits, yup ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º) "

You can only blink at him, wondering how exactly his mind works. Integra HATES having two vampires. when their together, Cards energy starts to interfere with Alucard's before their both being dipshits and fucking shit up.

It's like having Twin toddlers running amok the manor. Seras is constantly confused, she has no idea who's who until one of them is calling her things like 'sugar tits' or something provocative, then she threatens to call you and the two seem to immediately coward away.

Card is not one to go against your fury, even in his own universe before your death, you could scare the devil himself and it appears the same is in this universe.

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Sometimes, at night when Alucard is on a mission, you and card take night walks around the garden. He becomes...softer. Sadder. He talks about missing you in his world, how he should have told you how he felt before your death. You only frown, holding his hand in your own..

You know he'll have to return to his own world soon, and that breaks you. because you've grown so used to your banter with him and Alucard. None the less, you enjoy your time with him the best you can.

Alucard won't admit it, but he enjoys having another version of him around. He and card actually fucked Infront of you before, for your enjoyment of course, but that stays in the bedroom.

Alucard enjoys having someone who can match his strength and his power.

When the day comes to say goodbye to card, you're trying not to cry, handing him a small bracelet with yours and Alucard's name on it. Card scoffs and says his not a child, but you don't miss the way his eyes turn glossy and how he tucks the gift into his coat.

Your two vampires shake hands, staring into each other eyes almost talking to each other telepathically. Afterwards, Card gets down on one knee, cupping your face and gently kissing you goodbye, gently wiping your tears as he does so.

"I will not forget the love you have given me, i know if My Y/n were to still be living. She would be Just like you" he says, and for the first time...he's serious. no jokes, jabs or provocative language.

You can only smile as Alucard tugs you back to his hip, smiling. "it was a pleasure to get to know you..." he rumbles out to his counterpart as he leaves through the wormhole, his grin the last thing you see before it closes and it's just you and Alucard standing in the night..

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you slowly learn to move on from having Card in your life, everything of his you owned being boxed up and hidden away into the back shelf of the closet. Both you and Alucard sometimes sit in the garden at night, wondering how Card is doing and if he's safe, his time with you affected the way you both feel. Alucard misses his brash behavior and the way it would turn his master red. But he also misses how happy he saw you with having him around.

Soon, it becomes a distant memory you both share, especially once Alucard turns you, as time goes on. You learn to hold his memory close and continue your lives together...

A/: aint gonna lie, i started crying writing this

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Alternative Universe Father-In-Law

Word Count: 2,700

Summary: Bruce enters a portal by mistake, leading him to bring back someone from another universe for a nice breakfest.

Pairing: Bruce x female!reader

Notes: I enojyed the comic and the animated movie where thomas meets bruce and i had an idea to write for it. also give alfred some well desserved flowers in being a dad. #alfreddesreveshisflowers

Warnings: dad that has come back with the milk

'I am telling you, Lois. Clark is stubborn, but he has a weak spot; mention the missing turkey of '08, and he will shut up and let you do whatever you want. "

'Wait! That really works?'

'Of course, it does. I have known Clark for 7 years, and I was the witness to that crime, so just mention it: he will fall back, trust me. Now I have to go. I am home.'

'Thanks, doll!'

'No worries, bye!'

Opening the big door, you enter with your phone nestled on top of your shoulder as you held the grocery bags. Stepping into the manor, you noticed the living room where Alfred was dusting behind the plasma screen.

'Mistress y/n. Welcome back.' The cheerful butler spoke as he walked to you, grabbing the grocery bags

'Thank you, Alfred. How was your day?' I asked him, striding next to him as we entered the spacious kitchen that held the marble island in the middle, placing the bags on top of it

'My day was good. The gardener came by and took care of the bush that Master Damian had 'shaped' with his swords yesterday. Although the poor man left with a terrible mind haze after finishing the Herculean task, managing to shape it back into a proper bush, and not some rhombus as Master Damian did.'

'Do remind me to tell Damian to leave the shrubs at peace. Maybe he can use those swords' skills to cut up meat when we have BBQs.'

'That seems like a great idea.'

The two hushed and resumed their conversation as Damian entered, his smile non-existent, his eyes scrunched into a tight-knit. You turn to him, saying with a slight chuckle

'Speak of the devil. What's up, Dami?'

The child walked between Alfred and you, crossing his arms and with a deep sigh, he articulated gradually

'Father has disappeared.'

You look at Alfred, knowing fully well that sometimes Bruce disappears to follow a clue, 'He will turn up by the end of the day. Bruce is like that, don't worry, sweetheart.'

'That is true, even before his vigilante lifestyle, Master Bruce was always the one to go with no notice but always turned up when his belly rumbled.'

With a giggle nestled in Alfred's sentence, Damian spoke again, shaking his head 'No. Father and I have been working on a portal and when I was grabbing a tool, he connected two wires, which opened a portal and pulled him in. By the time I came close, the portal closed.'

Looking at Alfred with a concerned look, you spoke what you two were thinking, 'And how come you two didn't tell us about that portal?'

Damian shook his head 'I-I have no clue, y/n.'

'Okay... and do you know where the portal leads to?'

'Between our world and other 456 parallel universes.'

fuck

Sighing deeply, you look at Damian 'So we have 1 in a 456 chance of finding him?'

'Yes. So are we going?' Damina asked, ready to jump into the adventure of the chance to jump from one universe to another

'No. We aren't. Damian, I can barely turn on the TV here without asking for help. And by no means will I manage to open a portal. We only have to wait and be next to the Bat computer to see if there are any anomalies. If an anomalie happens, I know someone who can help us.' I say, looking at the small assasin child

Damian looks up at you, his eyes asking questions, 'Who do you know, mother?'

'A friend, someone I knew way before you and Bruce. Even before I met Clark.'

You look at Alfred smiling 'He will show up, right Alfred?'

Alfred responds, faying his smile 'Of course, Misstress y/n.'

While the day dragged along in a snail-pace of time, you felt yourself doze off on the bat computer, a small trail of drool leaving a trail on the keyboard that was far too uncomfortable, but when you are fatigued, anything can be a pillow, and that stiff neck fo yours is a problem in the morning.

A shift in the air moved and circled, stirring you up from your slumber. Your eyes slowly open, adjusting to the luminous light that materialized in the Batcave, the wind pushing around the whirlpool of light as a tall, a dark shadow exited out. Staying up on numb legs, you felt the same pull you felt with Bruce, a warm safe space that drew you two always closer.

'Bruce?' you asked cautiously as you paused. The shadow you saw his features, the sharp hairstyle that was always in place, his tall and muscled build that was engraved in your mind. You knew that was him. Moving to him, you felt a wave of relief wash over you but another one followed, disappointment.

'Where were you?! We were worried sick about your stupid ass! How could you not tell me that you were making a goddamn portal in the house, Bruce!' you directed your words at him, the light of the rustled and shined over his taller-than-usual figure but nonetheless, you continued, 'And don't think for a fact you went to another universe that means I will get any sympathy from me. You are sleeping on the couch for the next 3 weeks.'

As the portal began to size down the light shimmered down you step back letting yourself catch a breath, sure you were mad but you were also glad that he was alive.

With the portal gone, the shadow started to dissipate bringing back the man you loved. You waited, a small smile on your face as you heard him speak a few shades deeper than what you know 'You were right. She is a firecracker.' Stepping back few more steps at the unfamiliar tone you watched a shape move behind him tall as him, same as him, did Bruce duplicate?

Leaning on the Bat computer, ready to press the button on the keyboard to call the remainder of the Bat Family you watched carefully as one moved closer to you, revealing... Bruce, your Bruce with a small smile.

'Sorry I was gone, dalrin.''

'Bruce, what is going on?'

'I met someone along the way.' Bruce steps for you to see the man that you talked to, with one confident step the man steps to you, his features coming to light, grey hair styled in a way that not even the wind could move one strand, his blue eyes decorated with wrinkles and his smile eerily identical to Bruce's looking at them side by side it struck you

'Love, this is my father, Thomas Wayne. In the universe I stumbled upon was a universe where my father was the Batman, and I was shot that night.'

Thomas smiled warmly at you, offering a hand to shake 'It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. L/n. Bruce has told me a great deal about you.' Shaking his strong hand, you think

What a great first impression. First, I thought he was Bruce and second I gave him an earful. What a great first impression.

'It is great to meet you, Dr. Wayne. I apologize for my actions beforehand, I thought you were Bruce and wel-'

'No worries about that. It is great to know that my son has someone who keeps him in check.' He spoke as you awkwardly laughed it off.

Bruce stood next to you, placing a hand on your waist 'Let's try this one more time. Father, this is Y/n, she is the love of my life, and the woman I wish to marry and spend the rest of my life.'

It's your time to be shocked yet again. You and Bruce never talked about it, only joking about being called Mrs.Wayne but he never communicated his desire to get married. Thomas glimpsed at the two of you, Bruce stood proudly with you while you tried your best to conceal your red cheeks and shocked eyes at his claims 'You better treat her right, son.' Thomas spoke

'He does, Dr. Wayne.'

You uttered, looking at the alternative universe father-in-law as Bruce examined your expression and in that moment, he felt himself fall in love yet again with you.

'How about we grab a bite? I am sure that Dr. Wayne would appreciate a good breakfast.'

Thomas nodded his head in agreement, beaming 'I'd love that, but y/n, no need for formalities. Call me Thomas. I haven't been a doctor in decades.'

'Sure. Thomas.'

Grabbing Bruce's hand you three exit the Batcave and head to the living room.

Strolling into the living room, you smelt Alfred's mouthwatering breakfast, scented the familiar maple syrup, and took notice of the sizzling bacon.

'I am bringing our guests.' You announced and Alfred cracked a smile as he watched you bring Bruce into the dining room where Damian was already seated. Alfred placed the lofty breakfast on the table. Pivoted to Bruce switching into scolding mode 'Now, young Master, I think we could have a great and lenghty chat about what goes in the Batcave.'

As Bruce stood behind you, Thomas' voice boomed into the ear of the butler 'I agree, Pennyworth. He surely needs that talk."

Alfred froze when he heard that voice. His eyes caught onto Thomas and he felt and thought that he was dead, joining the afterlife as there was no way that the deceased Thomas Wayne was standing before him.

'Master Wayne?' Alfred weaved quietly towards the man, and Thomas smiled 'Hello, old friend.'

He spoke, grabbing the longtime friend into a bone-crushing hug. Smiling at the interaction, Damian stood from his seat, walking towards his alternative universe grandfather 'So by my conclusion…you are my grandfather?'

Thomas stepped and crouched down to his eye level, smiling 'Yes, but I am. From another world.'

'I figured as much.'

Thomas looked at Damian and Bruce, his gaze shifting from one to another 'The resemblance is uncanny. He is your and y/n's copy.'

You felt yourself freeze as you interrupted him 'Thomas, he isn't mine. I--i mean he is my son but he didn't come from my stomach. Damian's mother is a leader of a group of assassins.'

Thomas stood up, watching his son 'You cheated, son?'

Bruce shook his head 'Father, no. Damian's mother and I met before me and y/n. Damian's mother was a --'

'She is a cold-hearted assassin who doesn't care about me or my well-being.' Damian cut in, saying what he considered his mother.

Thomas looks to the side, a bit shy about this situation, thanks Bruce.

Alfred coughs dryly, breaking the tension 'Let us all sit for a nice breakfast.'

Sitting next to Bruce you saw his smile, his true smile. The one reserved for you, comfort moments you both encountered and made, a smile that told you he felt at peace.

As everyone ate you desired to ask questions your father-in-law 'So Thomas, what do you think about Bruce being this world's Batman?'

Thomas looks at you a slight smile 'I always believed in the multiverse, and I alwats hoped that in one of them my son is alive and living his life. Being Batman, I suppose, is a part of the Wayne lineage, but what I mostly hold important in my heart is that my son is happy.' And he smiles bigger. 'And I can see that he truly is.’

Blushing at Thomas' words you looked at Bruce, your eyes twinkling with love while his blue irises showered you in silent praise 'I definitely am.'

Damian whispers to Thomas 'Thanks a lot. Now they will make-out in front of us.' Thomas laughs, whispering in the exact low tone 'That's good. It's better than to fight, besides, Martha adn I were the same. Always in love, never apart.'

Bruce turns to Damian saying slyly, 'You are aware that you are across the table, and not 40 meters away, Damian. We can still hear you.'

Damian rolls his eyes, playfully but nonetheless taking his grandfather's words to heart. It is definitely better for them to be in love and not fight. 'I have to feed Bat-Cow. Y/n, will you help me? I am too short to get the ball of hay.'

Smiling you stand up, leaving with Damian. Alfred, Thomas, and Bruce stayed at the table.

'Bat-Cow?' Thomas asked, perplexed, while his hands tingled

'No worries, Master Wayne. Thankfully, it is not a hybrid of a cow and bat; it is just a plain cow with an artistic name.' Alfred spoke

'Father, stay.' Bruce blurred out, declaring the thing he wished he would receive an optimistic answer to

'Bruce... I can't. If I stay long enough, my universe will disappear. Besides, if I did.... I don't want you to grieve all over again.'

'Believe me, Master Wayne...Master Bruce still grieves to this day.'

Thomas stands up from his seat, hugging his son 'I love you, Bruce. There is no need to grieve anymore. It won't change anything. You have no idea how much it brings me happiness to see you happy with Alfred, your son, and Y/n.’ Thomas didn't let Bruce stand up, not to see the small pixel-like specs encircling Thomas' legs. Alfred noticed the scene but stayed silent.

'When I see you looking at your son and Y/n I see myself and my life I had before that night. And it makes me so happy to see it. I know that it can be better. You make me proud every day, and will continue to do so."

The pixels reached Bruce's eyesight, standing up to look at hIs father, Bruce weakly said 'Stay...please.'

'It's not me to decide but I am happy I had a nice meal with your family.'

Kissing his forehead, Thomas dissipated back into his universe. Bruce looks at Alfred a small tears escaping his eye. The two men stand up, hugging each other, leaning on this moment. Bruce wanted to talk to his father more to make up for the lost and stolen time. It was time that he wanted nothing more than to be a son again. Alfred wanted to talk more to Thomas about Bruce. To tell him how he has matured, how he traveled the world and yet came back home, in Gotham, to make the city shine brighter than ever. To tell him how Bruce keeps an engagement ring for y/n ever since she moved into the manor but is not sure when to pop the question.

Both Bruce and Alfred wanted to tell him about their path of trying to grasp at straws to find justice in this forsaken town.

Pulling away from the hug Alfred spoke, 'As you can see, your father is proud at you. And I believe that goes for every Thomas Wayne in any alternative universe.'

Bruce looked at Alfred, nodding in confirmation 'I do believe that but I also am proud of the father that raised me as well. The one standing in front of me.'

Alfred's eyes twinkled in appreciation no words needed to be spoken at that response, there simply weren't those words that could how Alfred felt in this moment.

Steps echo closer and closer as you come back, with no sight of Thomas.

'Is he gone?' You ask, seeing Bruce walk to you, a smile on his face.

Bruce nods, hugging you, Feeling a bit sad at not being able to say goodbye to your father-in-law you ask Bruce 'How are you feeling?'

Pulling away Bruce chuckles 'Good. This moment made me realize some things. About my family.'

Bruce understood. The reason he went into that portal and brought his father here, it was a shifting moment for him, a moment to bring him in a more grateful state, he knew how lucky he was to have Alfred as his father figure, his son, and you, possibly his future fiancee.

That is until he pops the question.

Hope you enjoyed it!

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