#i am weak for black/red/gold

[detectiveforfree]

*squints at this post and cherry-picks whatever tf i like*

#wally west #the flash #flash iii #....i gave wally paw beans and i have no regrets #tHEY ARE FOR HOLDING ONTO HIS LOVED ONES BETTER OK #i was battling dejavu when I realized that it was cause earth11 Flash got the same color scheme and aesthetic and im like AW FUK Ye #i am weak for black/red/gold

[prettiestgrlinthemorguexo]

Taste of his own medicine (Adam x Lucifer’s wife! Reader)

Y’all really love Adam huh? Well, he’s growing on me aswell…

I can 100% see myself making this into a mini series with a few more parts were they actually fall in love, so, if y’all want that let me know because I’ll write it

Look I write Adam two ways, a dickhead prick or a man who’s still that but needs a hug (and imma give it to him.)

How’s y/n gonna get out of these the next morning? Who fucking knows :)

Word count: 3357

Warnings: smut, p n v sex, cheating, guilt from cheating, rough sex, demon Adam, Lucifer not being over Lilith, Adam straight up using Y/N for revenge, manipulation, dry humping/ grinding , misogyny, filming of sex, chocking (he just grabs the reader throat for a moment not really choking but still.), breeding kink, Adam bring Adam

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No ones POV:

Y/N and Lucifer were… “happily” married. Y/N wasn’t happy as she was, after many years of being together, she was still second place to his ex wife Lilith, even with her leaving him. So because of this the two were nearly always fighting over it, so due to this she spent a lot of time at the newly rebuilt Hazbin hotel.

That’s were she met Adam, first man and a fall angel from the last extermination that attempted to kill both Charlie and Lucifer, it was an interesting sight to see the once cocky angel that wore pearly white and pure gold now dawning crimson red and black, but, this still cocky personality. Y/N didn’t truly care and didn’t want to give him the time of day like any of the other patrons of the hotel, until Charlie spoke to her.

“You want me to what?” Y/N asked dumb founded my what she just said. “Be his friend!” She said clearly nervous but trying to put on her happy face, sweat dripping from her brow. “Absolutely not.” Y/N was quick to say in response only for Charlie to grab her shoulders, “oh come on please!,” she said practically begging, wide, “no one is giving him a fair shot at redemption and that starts with forgiveness! I know he did bad things but he can change and that starts with a friend… pretty please Y/N.” She finally finished saying her puppy dog eyes on, pleading. Y/N looked at her eyes before letting out a heavy sigh.

“…fine I’ll do it”

And with that a “friendship” grew, Y/N was the first to forgive Adam for his actions and treat him like a person, Which Adam happily accepted. During any part of exercises that involve two people it was Always Y/N and Adam in a pair. After many of these Y/M actually started to enjoy his company, Adam also seen to enjoy hers…but that only what it seemed

Adams true intentions with Y/N was to get revenge, revenge on Lucifer for stealing his first two wives, and Y/N was the key to that revenge…he just needed a way in. Adam was happy to accept her invitation of friendship, it was the perfect way to find the weak point to her, worm his way in. He’d be lying if he didn’t thing Y/N was down right gorgeous. Adam truly thought she had a perfect body and face with E/C eyes that could light up a room and a not to bad personality, he needed to find a way in and one night he found it…

Adam came down the large stairs of the hotel were the main entrance, parlor and entrance to the kitchen sat to get a drink. It was nearly 3 AM and the whole hotel stood still and silent, but something was off, he looked over to see the fire place still burning and seeing Y/N sitting on one of the sofas with her face in her hands. Adam confused, why were they here this late? He walked over to the other end of the couch from where Y/N sat, he could hear soft sobbing from her. This was the perfect opportunity…

“Hey are you good babes?” He asked her leaning on the sofa. Y/N jumped from my voice clearly not expecting someone, their head turn to Adam’s black and reddish eyes. Y/N once E/C eyes were stained red with wet tear in them and staining her cheeks. “Hey what’s up?” He as sitting on the sofa a little away from her, Y/N looked at him quietly for a moment as they wiped her tears, “it’s nothing Adam..” she said softly to him. Adam rolled his eyes softly “I’m not fucking dumb,” he started to say as you he moved a little closer. “ your crying in the middle of the night and your at the hotel this later, you never are, now what’s up.” Y/N looked a little surprised before sighing at sitting up straight to compose herself. “It’s just…” they paused for a moment depending on if she should continue “Mr and Lucifer got into another fight..” she said as she fought off a few tears.

Adam looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “about what?” He asked, actually curious. Y/N laughed softly before turning to face him “your ex..” she said jokingly, poking up at why she’d upset. Adam smiled and rolled his eyes going along with the joke “oh yeah? Which one? Ex wife #1 or ex wife #2?” He asked letting out a low laugh. “The first one..” Y/N said seeming to be safe again, dragged back to reality. Adam turned to face her body more “ok tell me what happened..” Y/N looked at him pretty much deflected, “You wouldn’t get it..” she said softly. Adam let out a laugh, “I wouldn’t get it, me?” He asked as he laughed out. “You forget my ex wife Lilith cheated on my with your now husband, so I think I can understand.” He said as he laughed which did make Y/N smile and think, maybe she wasn’t alone..

“Well..” she started before her eyes moved to the fire a few feet away. “Lucifer is still In love with Lilith even though were married..he still wears the wedding band from their marriage too…” Y/N said defeated by the whole situation. Y/N “so I came here to get away from him for the night, I just can’t be around him right now..” Y/N said wiping away her stray tears. Adam looked at her, he decided to shoot his shot.

“You know you don’t deserve that right?” He said asking genuinely, scooting over to him.. “of course I do,” Y/N said sounding matter of fact in her statement, “but there’s not much I can do, can’t really leave him or make him change.” Y/n said rolling her eyes. Adams eyes widen, Turning to look at her. “You want to divorce him?” Adam ask, shocked. Y/M eyes widen realizing their words looking back at him. “I mean…if Lilith never left I for sure wouldn’t be here..” they said avoiding his black eyes, “so yeah I guess I do..”

Adam saw this as an opening, he reached over to take her hand in his, hold her small hands as he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. Y/N eyes widen at his action her eyes shooting up at meet his. “You know,” Adam started, a smile growing on it. “I can’t help you..I could treat you better than he does.” He said moving for his whole body to face hers. “He truly doesn’t see how beautiful and perfect you really are..” Adam said to her moving closer. Y/N eyes moved between his eyes and their hands intertwined, “we shouldn’t do this..” she said said softly yet she didn’t move an inch away from him, Adam saw this as a sign. “Why shouldn’t we?” Adam asked his eye brow risen up, Y/N opened his mouth only for Adam to speak up again. “And don’t say because you’re married because you’re married to Lucifer because he slept with two married women.”

Y/N neared those words and stayed quiet, she knew he was right, Lucifer did steal both his wives, he knew what it felt like. Y/N was quiet for a moment more before squeezing his hand softly. “I don’t wanna hurt me..” Y/N said softly.. “but it’s ok for him to hurt you over and over again?” Y/N eyes met his, this times hers were watered up, Adam moved closer, his legs touching hers, “let me show you how much your really worth…” as those words left his mouth his lips met hers. Y/N eyes widen at kiss, she knew it was wrong but it felt right…

Y/N soon began to kiss back, wrapping her arms around his neck. Adam was quick to pull her onto his lap, both of her legs on both sides of him as their kiss deepen. Adams hands moved down to her hips forcing her body to arch forward and press against his body, the sudden motion made Y/N moan into the hot kiss. The sounds of Y/N pretty moans and her body press again him was already making his cock harden beneath her. Y/N felt his bulge rub against her clothed crotch, she gasped as the feeling of him.

Adam could feel her moved to get comfortable on her bulge, but with every movement rubbing against her, Adam knew he needed more of this, more of her. Adams grip tighten around her hips and he pressed her down on the visible bulge, the feeling of the friction made both of them moan in the kiss, Y/N almost lost all control and she softly grind on him. Adam was a little shocked by this action, “Damn she really does want this..” the thought to himself and helped guide her body as she grinds onto him, after a moment of the grinding, Y/N finally moved away her lips from his.

Y/N panted softly her E/C eyes meeting the deep black eyes. “We shouldn’t do this here..” Y/N said softly, her glistening eyes with anticipation. Adam could help but smirk as he pick Y/N up “just hold on a few minutes..” Adam said before moving quietly to the stairs. Y/N’s arms were wrapped around his neck, she felt a pit form in her stomach, she knew this was wrong but it felt so, so right. Soon they reached Adams room, thank god it was away from everyone else’s. As the entered the room, he kick closed the door before throwing Y/N onto the bed. Y/N gasp feeling her body hit the bed hard. As Y/N was getting over the shock of being thrown, Y/M felt her legs get spread and Adam get between them and he smashes her lips on his, Y/N kissed back desperately, craving the feeling he was giving her

Adams hands quickly finding the hem of her shirt, ripping it off, making Y/N moan. Adam pulled away from the kiss, A string of saliva connecting the two, his eyes moved between her bra and her eyes, “I need to hear that again..” Adam said as he used is claw to cut her bra off. Y/N gasp as her boobs were not exposed to him, Adam couldn’t help but lick his lips as he moves his head down taking one of her nipples in his mouth. Y/N moaned at his tongue playing with her nipple, her hands tangled in his hair. Adam bite her skin softly making her moan louder. Adam loved the sounds of her pretty little moans. He removed his mouth licking the wound, he wanted to mark her up, “you like that baby?” Adam asked her as he teased her. “Fuck yes..” Y/N said with a moan, Adam slipped his hand into her pants feeling the wet fabric of her panties and snickered, “look like someone’s excited..” as he nearly ripped her pants pulling them down.

Y/N watched as he removed her pants, she was now completely exposed to him besides the panties that were still on. Adam loved the sight before him, Y/N, Lucifer’s wife layed before him, surrounded by her tattered clothes and wore panties all wet, all for him. Admiring this view an idea popped in his head, he reached in his pocket and grabbed his phone, snapping a quick photo with Y/N, he needed this moment memorized. After he with swift ease tore her panties off, exposing her wetness to the cold air. Y/N moaned quietly at the crisp air, closing her eyes shut before feeling his hands connect with her hips, fulling her forward.

Her eyes shot open to see his rob gone discarded on the floor. He was on the bigger side but it was perfectly, he felt perfect against her. Against her wet pussy she could feel him bulge up against her. Adam heard her moans and smiled wickedly holding her hips still so she couldn’t move, “Aw you like that? You like the feeling of me already?” He said in a teasing tone, as he softly humped she wet pussy. Y/N moaned nearly begging for more, Adam had to admit he needed her, now. He grabbed her throat, feeling her swallow and moan quietly. He leans down to her ear “Be a good girl and beg and I might give you what you want…” he said in a whisper, Y/N whimpered out for him. Adam smiled, his hand moving to her chi holding it moving to meet her E/C eyes with his, “Use your words. Beg.” He said, sounding more of demand than asking. Y/N was quick to do so, “Please Adam..” she moaned out to him, “I need you please..”

“What do you need baby..?” He asked teasingly, his hands roamed downwards, reaching her clit rubbing his thumb over it. Feeling him touch her clit, Y/N let out a louder moan, shaking from the pleasure. “I need you to fuck me..” Y/N said, sounding

Like a beg. Adam was happy to abide her request. He removed his hand from her pelvis making her whimpering from the lack of pleasure, “you wanna see why they call me ‘dickmaster’?” Adam said. Y/N’s eyes watched at as he pulled down his pants along with his boxers.

Y/N eyes widened, he was huge! He was girthy and about 6.5 inches, he was a little shorter then Lucifer but much girthier, Y/N felt her core ache at the sight. Adam couldn’t help but laugh softly at her physical reaction, he loved how desperate she was. Adam took his tip and began to rub it between Y/N’s wet folds, causing her to whimper at the teasing. “Aww, look at you, already much a mess and we haven’t even started..” Adam said as he continued to tease her hole.”Please Adam..Please.” Y/N said, arching her hips forward making his cock press deeper into her. Adam grabbed her hips, looming over her “since you’ve been so good..” Adam said as he pushed in her.

Y/N moan out back arching feeling him stretch her out l, Y/N was quick to wrap her arms around his neck. Adam continued to push inside her tight hole, causing her to moan. Adam groaned as he felt her walls grip around him, “fuck your tight..” he said as stated still for a moment, loving the feeling of her warmth before be pulled nearly the whole cock out, leaving just the tip in before thrusting hard back into her. The hard thrust caused Y/N to moan loudly as Adam didn’t slow down this thrust. Y/N’s moaned loudly with each thrust, her nails dug into his skin.

Adam watched as Y/N watched face contorted into a moaning mess, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure, Adam smiled wide “look at you,” Adam said teasingly as he thrusted hard into wet pussy, “such a funking whore, begging to be fucked by me...” He said between groans, as he leaned down, his larger body pressed against her, his large hands never Y/N’s hips and he bit down on her neck, his teeth sinking into her skin making her bleed. Y/N was a moaning mess, face flushed eyes clouded with pleasure. Adam could taste metallicness of her sweet blood as he continued to thrust, he pulled back seeing the deep bit mark dripping blood, Adam smiled at the sight. “Look at the mess you are, letting me mark you up, mark you as my cock-sleeve,” Adam said as he speed up his thrust.

Y/N felt a pit start to form at the feeling of his thrust speeding up, Adam licked the bite mark before speak, “tell me who you belong to..” Adam said in a low voice. Y/N continued to moan and plead, Adam moved down and bit her shoulder, Making her yelp from the paint. As Adam removed his mouth from the fresh wound he asked again, “tell me,” he said as he grabbed her legs spreading them further apart, allowing his cock deeper access to her sweet tight cunt, “Who do you belong to slut?” He said, demanding an answer. “You!” Y/N said almost immediately between moans, Adam smiled “are you my little slut?” He ask teasingly.

“Full yes Adam fuck..” Y/N moans were not slurred. Adam pounded away fearfully, “That’s fucking right.” He said as he started to chase him own release, one of his hands was quick to move to her H/L H/C, taking a fist full and pulling it making her back arch, she moans becoming near screams of pleasure, thank god Adams room was isolated. “Admit it,” Adam said as he licked your bit wounds, “I fuck the better then that bastard you call a husband.” Y/N whimpered at his remark. Adam yanked her hair more causing her to scream out again, “Say it bitch, say it.” He said as he pounded more and more.

“Fuck Adam you’re better!” Y/N said between gasps for air and moans, tears peaking her eyes, “you’re so much better please don’t stop! Please! Please! Please!” Y/N screamed out feeling the pit in her stomach about to burst. Adam felt her walls tighten around him make him groan a long fuck as he removed his hand free from her hair. Adam wrapping his arms under hers, pulling her deep putting them both in a mating press. “I fucking own you, you hear me? I’m the best cock You’ll ever fucking have.” He said fucking her balls deep. “You gonna take every drop of my seed, gonna fuck a baby into you show everyone who you really belong too..” As those words left his mouth, Y/N moans slurred speech, her walls tightening even more around her.

Adam let out a dark laugh at the physical reaction, “Aw does the little whore wanna get knocked up? You wanna carry my baby, letting everyone know you’re mine?” He asked almost mockingly as he pounded, after a few more thrust Y/N’s knot came undone making her bodily nearly go limp as her orgasm took over making her let out an animalistic moan. Feeling her warm release around his aching cock, he couldn’t hold it anymore, after one more thrust he buried himself balls deep into her pussy, filling her up, groaning into her neck.

The room as hot, sweaty and filled with the aroma of sex and desires. After what felt like an eternity, Adam pulled out of her making her groan at the new empty feeling. Y/N body layed lump on his bed and he layed next to her panting. Adams dark eyes moved over to Y/N body, it was glistening in sweet her body shaking, but he couldn’t help but notice a smile on her face. Adam watched them lay there breathing heavily. After a moment Adam pulled her in close, pulling her on top of him, “your mine you hear me?” Adam said softly into her hair, Y/N with no energy left hummed is agreement before fall asleep. Adam layed there holding her close, feeling sleep take over his body he couldn’t help but think to himself. This might have been an act of revenge but he wanted more but alas, that’s tomorrow’s problem…

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[lxkeeeee]

FORBIDDEN TECHNIQUE

—husband! scaramouche x male kitsune husband! reader

synopsis: his husband may be one the powerful figure in the fatui—both of them are, but scaramouche knows what could make his husband weak in the knees.

genre: mildly spicy, implies they had sex at the end.

notes: Anyways, to my male readers I am sorry for forgetting to feed you so here>:D

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Indigo colored eyes stared at the figure Infront of him, an amused look on Scaramouche's face as he watched his husband's furrowed eyebrows as the male was reviewing his papers.

Scaramouche has been watching him pace back and forth across their shared bedroom, the same paper on his hand while occasionally rambling to him about how ridiculous it is. The Balladeer assumed his husband made a mistake on his paperwork or the organization gave him another set of paperwork to review.

Indigo eyes kept staring at the fox like ears constantly twitching as the kitsune muttered curses to himself and to the gods which the puppet found amusing.

Despite the kitsune's stressed out look, Scaramouche can't helped but admire his husband's body—the black and red hakama he wore fit him so well, a katana sheathed safely into his waist, truly fit to be his warrior.

Scaramouche just looked at the other male with fondness in his indigo colored eyes while the other male is too busy stressing over his paperwork.

“Like take a look at this love, Signora wants me to approve 1 billion mora budget for her! Like what the fuck, this woman I swear to celestia.” [M/n] mutters angrily, his fox tail briefly appearing out of thin air before immediately disappearing.

“Also why did Childe spent so much during his stay in Liyue?” The kitsune mutters to himself.

Scaramouche can just softly chuckle in the comfort of their shared bed before playfully rolling his eyes.

“That's what you get for agreeing to be the temporary treasurer. You only have yourself to blame.” Scaramouche says, his voice teasing and playful. The kitsune male immediately whipped his head into his direction and small annoyed huff left his lips before pouting at his husband.

“Because I thought the budget requests were reasonable but no, like Dottore for example. Why the actual fuck this man needs 2 billion mora?” [M/n] asked with an annoyed tone and Scaramouche could only agree, “Reject that.”

“Already did.” [M/n] answers before walking to his bedroom desk and placed the papers on the table, putting his hands up in a surrender position, “I give up, cuddle me right now.” he says and immediately walking back to their shared bed and jumped into the other male's arms—which Scaramouche gladly opened for him, “As you wish my darling.” he teasingly say.

Warmth, despite his cold puppet body, his husband never fails to share his warmth with him. It always makes him want to melt in his embrace.

Scaramouche rolled over to make him lie on top of his husband, their hands on each other's waists.

Scaramouche watched his husband's furrowed eyebrows slowly became relaxed and the annoyed look on his face was replaced with a calm and gentle one.

Scaramouche swept the hair that fell Infront of his husband's face and he can see how [m/n] immediately relaxes underneath his touch. Scaramouche cupped the males cheeks, both of their eyes half lidded as their face inches apart.

“What's taking you so long?” [m/n] asked, a slight annoyed tone in his voice making Scaramouche looked at him with a smirk, “What's the rush my love? Too eager for me?”

“You're annoying and an idiot.” [M/n] softly whined making the dark violet haired male chuckle sinisterly as he showed his hand where a gold band is placed on his ring finger.

“But I'm your idiot forever.”

The kitsune just facepalmed with the hand where his wedding ring is also located, Scaramouche immediately grabbed that hand and placed a kissed on [m/n]'s ring while looking at the [h/c] male with a smirk while doing so.

[M/n] could looked at his husband with widened eyes as a blush immediately covered his cheeks and ears, Scaramouche is enjoying this, to see his husband so flabbergasted underneath his touch. He glided his thumb over [m/n]'s lower lip and pulling it down gently.

[M/n] could look at him with anticipation, his paperwork worries vanishing in the air like a mist, unaware of the erratic beating of his heart—but Scaramouche is aware, Scaramouche is aware how fast [m/n]'s heart is beating, after all he is laying on top of him, their chest pressed against each other.

Scaramouche smirked before leaning down and making their lips met.

Soft and gentle kisses at the start, pulling away for a brief moment to let [m/n] before Scaramouche is back again kissing his husband to his content, slipping his tongue into [M/n]'s soft and plump lips.

Lips desperate to catch up with one another, tongues dancing against one another like a tango. The kitsune male's hand immediately found its way into Scaramouche's hair, tugging it and making the other male grunt in between kisses.

Scaramouche softly pulls away to let the other male breathe, amusement on his face to watch him pant heavily with flushed cheeks. His indigo eyes landed into the fox like ears that stood tall in alert and a playful smirk comes into his unfairly attractive face.

[M/n] could watch with annoyance on how stupidly attractive Scaramouche is, especially with the smirk on his face. Like how dare he seduce him like that.

Scaramouche just chuckled at the small pout his husband was giving him, giving him a quick peck on the lips before immediately diving back into a heated make out session.

Wet noises of their kisses filled the room, grunts on moans could also be heard.

Scaramouche smirked in between the kiss as his long slender hands found its way at the back of the fox like ears of his husband's and immediate scratched them.

Scaramouche felt the other male freeze before he felt him shiver and a loud moan escaping the said male's lips, “Aa-ah not the ears, the-they're sensitive.” [M/n] stutters out, his blush became a deeper shade of red, making the cheeky balladeer give him a teasing smirk as he once again rubbed the oh so sensitive fox ears.

Making soft whimpers and moans leave the [h/c] male's lips and oh how Scaramouche love listening to that sound.

The Balladeer's lips found his husband's neck, giving small kisses and love bites while his hand worked magic on the kitsune's ears.

“Ah-ah it's too much~!” he whines and Scaramouche just chuckles as he pressed a finger over the other male's Adams apple, feeling it bobbed up and down.

“Relax my love, we're just getting started.”

Then moans and whines can be heard during the night and along with the sound of bed creaking.

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a/n: this was inspired by the one ask in my inbox but it was for fem reader but I decided to use it for this scenario. I promise anon to include your req in the main story 🫰🫰🫰

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[junkdrawerfics]

Hi, first of all, I am obsessed with your Jasper fics they make me feel all warm and fuzzy.

If you are taking requests, can I please request Jasper gifting the reader an old heirloom from his human family? Thank you and have a nice day :)

Unexpected Gifts

Hi! Thank you for this really cute request! I hope I did it justice, I literally spent so many hours just staring at the screen, struggling with it. I don't know how I feel about it but I hope you guys enjoy it!

Jasper Whitlock X Reader

Warnings: None, maybe like a tiny bit sad at parts?

Word Count: 1319

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“I have somethin’ for you, darlin’.”

You glance up from your book to watch Jasper lean over to swipe a wooden box from the nightstand. He holds it tenderly, as if it might break, the box looking so small in his hands. The dark wood appears almost black against his pale skin, the dainty gold latch on the front matching his eyes.

“What is it?” You ask, eyes gleaming with curiosity.

Jasper grins, your warmth spreading over him as you lean into his side, peering at the jewelry box with wide, owlish eyes. And they only go wider when he opens the box.

Inside, nestled in a bed of velvet, is a necklace. It’s a little, silver locket, the front engraved with a simple bouquet of flowers. It looks worn, but in a deeply loved kind of way, where the metal is polished from years and years of touch. The chain is dainty, glimmering when Jasper lifts it out of the box. You can’t help but hold your breath when he settles it in your palm.

“Jazz,” you whisper, running a finger gingerly over the faint grooves in the metal, “it’s beautiful.”

He tilts his chin in a silent request for you to turn around, “May I?”

You bite back a smile, shuffling excitedly to face the wall. He moves slowly, methodically fastening the locket around your neck, fingers tracing over your shoulder as he pulls your hair loose. His touch leaves behind a trail of goosebumps, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest. Then he suddenly pulls you back into his chest, strong arms winding around your waist, and you feel his lips at the base of your neck.

“Jasper!” You squeak, stiffening, face flushing a million shades of red. 

The blond chuckles, the sound rich and deep. It vibrates through his whole body, making your heart leap into your throat as he leans further into you. Stupid, charming vampire. When did he get so cheeky?

“You’re getting too confident for your own good,” you grumble, looking down at the necklace to hide your flushed face, as if he can’t hear your heart racing.

“I know how you really feel, darlin’,” Jasper teases against your neck, lips still brushing your skin. It makes your knees go weak, a shaky hum rattling from your chest as you hold the locket tighter.

That’s when you feel a small engraving on the back. You flip it over gently, eyes tracing over the delicate, looping letters.

‘L.W.’

Initials? Not yours. Not Jasper’s. Your curiosity comes flooding back again. Jasper must feel the shift because he turns more serious, propping his chin on your shoulder to see what’s caught your eye. Before you can even ask the question, he answers it.

“Laura Whitlock.”

His voice is soft, barely a whisper. You glance at him, chest constricting at the new look in his eyes. His composure slips, a mixture of pain and grief swirling with deep affection shining through. They look distant, lost in old memories.

Gently, you lift a hand to his face, and Jasper shutters, eyelashes fluttering as he takes in a sharp breath. Those gold eyes lock on yours again, back in the present, back with you. Your concern washes over him like a summer shower, softening him.

“Don’t worry about me, sugar,” he hums, covering the hand on his cheek with his own. He turns his head, lips pressing to your palm with a smile.

But your frown doesn’t ease. Not with how his voice plays over and over in your mind. Laura Whitlock. You can guess who it is, and the thought makes your whole heart ache.

“It was your mom’s?”

Jasper nods, watching on expectantly. You bite your lip, vision suddenly going blurry as you look back down at the locket. His mother’s. His mother’s necklace. The weight of the realization settles on you like a blanket of snow.

“I don’t know if I can accept this, Jasper,” you breathe out shakily, reaching to take it off.

He doesn’t let you though. The vampire catches your hands, fingers gentle but firm around your wrists, trapping them to your chest. 

“It belongs to you now, darlin’.”

“But-”

“She would of wanted you to have it.”

A lump forms in your throat. 

You wish you could meet her. Tell her how wonderful her son is. How he is the gentlest, most considerate man you’ve ever met. How every breathing moment, you feel so choked with love for him, so overwhelmed with fondness you can never catch your breath. And everything he does just makes you want to know him more, until you know him better than yourself.

“Will you tell me about her?” You relent, keeping your eyes glued to your hands, wiggling your fingers until he interlaces them with his.

Jasper doesn’t hesitate to share this part of his past with you. His voice practically glows with affection as he recounts stories of his mother. Sweet ones, like when he was a child and she would take him to a field and read him stories until the sun set. Sad ones, like when they lost the family dog, and she held him the entire night. You can picture them all, a small Jasper with big, brown eyes, and an even bigger smile, right next to a young woman with sweeping gold curls, just like his, and a gentle face brimming with love.

“We weren’t the richest family, but she never made us feel that way. My father spent months savin’ up to buy this for her birthday.” He taps the locket softly, a low laugh passing his lips. “Nearly lost it the day of. He had us tear the house up lookin’ for it.”

“But you found it.”

“Yes we did,” Jasper assures with a nod, “She never took it off after that night.”

You can understand why. It must have meant so much to her. And to you. It’s more than a necklace. It’s a sign of trust. A sign of devotion. 

“I don’t think I will either,” you say, giving his hand a squeeze, “Somebody would have to kill me to get this necklace. Like, fully dead, never come back kind of kill.”

Jasper snorts, the sound somehow still refined coming from him. You both know it won’t happen, not if either of you had anything to say about it. This might as well be a ring, because in this moment, all you can think about is the rest of forever you get to spend with this man.

All of your nerves and doubts fizzle into the background as you lean into Jasper. You feel lighter, a smile perching on your lips when the blond leans down to press a kiss to your cheek. 

“Thank you, Jasper,” you whisper, “Thank you for trusting me with this. I’ll do my best to earn it.”

“You already have,” he replies, and the seriousness in his voice makes your heart flutter all over again. “I trust you with my life, darlin’.“

Just as you do with him. But he knows that. He can feel it as you snuggle into him, eyes fluttering shut with a content hum. Jasper holds you a little closer, a little tighter, soaking in the warmth of all your emotions. You stay like that for hours, or at least what feels like hours, before you have to go home.

The moment you get there, you go to the mirror on your dresser and look at yourself. Well, yourself with the necklace. Tracing the chain tenderly, you can’t help but envision the picture you can put inside. You and Jasper, maybe on your wedding day, or the day you finally join them for eternity.

Either way, you’ll never take it off. Not when you can simply look down and be reminded of every single reason you love Jasper Whitlock. 

And of how much he loves you.

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I have a lot more story ideas for 'X Jasper' fics, so keep an eye out! Thank you for reading, your comments and love really push me to keep writing.

Feel free to send in requests!

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[idle-daydreams]

Demon King

Tw: Yandere, kidnapping, mentions of murder, blood and violence, dub-con, non-con, mild(?) smut

A fire roared in a corner of the cavern, casting dancing shadows upon its stone walls. The air was scented with the metallic tang of blood, wafting from the carcass of the boar lying out outside the entrance. You cowered in the corner, trembling like a leaf before a storm.

As he gazed down at you, Chuuya felt a primal hunger rise within him.

“There, there,” he purred, reaching out to stroke your hair. “Everything’s gonna be all right.”

You flinched from his touch. Chuuya smiled. How cute.

“Is it the blood?” He looked at his bloodstained fingers, ending in black, claw-like nails. “Sorry about that. I didn’t get a chance to wash off.”

Your eyes flickered towards him, glinting through the dark curtain of your hair. Fear radiated off of you, the unmitigated terror of a prey caught in the jaws of a predator.

  As you squirmed, trying to shrink further into yourself, Chuuya reached out to grasp your neck. 

“Hey,” he said. “Hey, look at me.”

The look in your doe-like eyes nearly made him melt – anxiety, apprehension, artless innocence, framed in orbs red-rimmed from countless tears. Your pulse pattered erratically under his fingers, hands fluttering around his wrist in a bewildered effort to get him to let you go. It was adorable, like a tiny kitten trying to wrestle itself free.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said. “So long as I’m here, no one’s gonna hurt you. And so as long as you stay by my side, you’ll be safe, okay, [Y/N]?” He wanted to crow at the way your eyes widened. “Oh yes, I do know your name. I know all about you – where you live, what you do, how your pathetic family decided to sell you off for their own sakes.”

Chuuya suddenly loosened his grip. As you sank to the floor with a gasp, he leaned back on his arms, pleased with the fear and confusion fighting over your expression. Your lips – so soft, so kissable – turned into a small pout as you tried to make sense of his words.

“Please,” you finally managed, voice shaking. “I don’t know who you are, but please let me go. I promise I – I’ll give you whatever you want, all the money that I have—”

“I don’t need money,” he said. “I have more gold than anyone could ever give me. But I’m a little insulted that you don’t know me, [Y/N]. I would have thought you would have at least felt my presence and bothered to look me up.”

“N-no, I—I don’t know—” Your eyes darted nervously to the sides, towards the sake gourd sitting beside him. He picked it up and proffered it to you.

“Want some?” he asked. “It’s good, better than the bilge you humans normally drink. Don’t waste it by trying to attack me with it though – its not going to work.”

“Who are you?” you said desperately.

Chuuya cocked his head to the side. “My name is Chuuya, but you probably know me by my other name: Shuten-doji.”

You gasped. Chuuya’s smile widened, blood racing at the terror in your eyes.

“Oh good, so you do you know me,” he said.

“You – no,” you said, shaking your head. “Please – it’s not funny. You can’t be—”

“The Demon King? Oh, but I am.” He held his arms out wide. “Don’t I look like it? I’m better than any guy you’ve seen, right?”

You opened and closed your mouth, torn between dread, curiosity and awe. It excited him to just how much of an effect his title had on you, how much of an effect he had on you.

“You thought I was just some thug, didn’t you?” he said, leaning in so close that his nose brushed yours. “I do know my reputation amongst you humans, or rather that of my predecessor. A monster, a demon, a devourer of human flesh. A violent drunkard, a walking nightmare. Do I scare you, [Y/N]?”

Your face was blank now, moved beyond terror to numb incomprehension. Tremors wracked your body, chest heaving as your breath came out in little pants. You were so small, so weak, so fragile. A gentle little fawn, all for him to protect.

It was deliriously exhilarating.

Chuuya reached for you once again, grabbing you by the back of your hair. You whimpered, and desire ran through him once again.

“But I saw what your parents wanted to do,” he said, pulling you onto his lap. “You don’t think that was inhuman? Are you really okay with being sold off to that ancient tub of lard?”

“I-I wasn’t being sold,” you stammered, trying to squirm out of his grip. “My parents arranged a marriage—”

“Oh, please. You were sold. For less than what you’re worth, too.” Slowly, he forced the top of your kimono open, revealing the rounded mounds of your breasts.

“Please,” you began, flushing scarlet. “Please, I—”

“Be quiet,” he said, and began nuzzling your neck. You began to sob again, and the mewling sounds sent a new wave of ecstasy through him. He dipped his head lower, nipping and licking lazily at your throat and down your shoulder. Your skin was warm, as soft as the petals of a summer bloom; your scent was intoxicating, the taste of your skin heavenly.

“I’ve been watching you,” he said, moving his hands down your shivering frame. “Watching you work yourself to the bone for those ungrateful brats you call a family. I’ve seen you take the yelling and the abuse, watched you hide your beauty and your grace just to fit in with those lecherous bastards you call your village.” He ran his fingers up your thighs towards your inner core. A moan slipped from your mouth, making him laugh.

“You like that, don’t you?” he said, tracing idle patterns along the inside of your thigh. “Oh, I’ve been watching you, my love. Watching you waste away, like a flower blooming in some putrid swamp. You deserve much more, so much more than what any of those ingrates can ever give you.” His fingers found you clit, and he deftly flickered at the rosy bud. You gasped again, clutching his arm, and buried your face in his chest.

“Please stop,” you said. “I – I’m going to be married in a month. My parents need me. My parents need me to—”

“To be a virgin? So that the old slob they’re selling you off to can get his money’s worth?” Chuuya smirked. “Don’t worry about it. I already ended his pathetic life, for daring to even think of taking what’s mine.”

You started, a new fear dawning in your eyes. “My parents,” you said. “What did you do to—”

“Relax, I didn’t do anything to them. I wanted to, but I knew you wouldn’t like it.” He continued to gently rub your clit, sending waves of pleasure pooling into your belly. “Not that I had to do anything to them: they were perfectly willing to cast you away for the right incentive.”

“W—” You let out a shuddering moan as the haze of bliss deepened— “what do you mean?”

“In exchange for you, of course,” Chuuya said idly. “I sent them some jewels in exchange for delivering you to the base of my mountain. They did give birth to you, so I suppose they must be rewarded for that. And I knew you wouldn’t rest until they were taken care of.” He smiled at you, drinking in the glazed look in your eyes, the flush of your skin, the heaving of your chest.

“You’re happy now, aren’t you?” he said softly. “I’ll make you so much happier, [Y/N], I promise. I’ll keep you happy, I’ll treat you how you deserve.”

“N-no.” To his amusement, you still tried to push him away. “No, you’re a demon. You eat people, you eat human flesh, you—”

“That was the guy before me,” Chuuya said dismissively. “I killed him a few decades ago before I took on his title. Cannibalism isn’t really my thing. Alcohol is so much better… and the taste of you, of course.”

“But why do you even want me? I—” You broke off as white-hot pleasure ran through you. You cried out, arching your back, as the world went white for one moment. As the sparks faded, Chuuya wrapped his free arm around you, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Why do I want you?” he repeated softly. “I want you to be my mate, [Y/N]. You are going to be my mate, the mate of the strongest demon in Japan. You’re going to be the wife of Shuten-doji.”

#yandere bsd #yandere chuuya #yandere x reader #yandere nakahara chuuya #bsd x reader #bsd imagines

[storydays]

The Show Must Go On P3

(3rd POV)

Charlie and Vaggie rode on Razzle and Dazzle's dragon forms, with (Y/N) flying behind them, his wings now as big as his dad's and they were now tipped in silver.

They could hear their people cheering for them as they took to the skies. "Yeah! Get 'em!" Husk called.

"Forward!" Charlie screamed. "Go, Razzle, go!" 

"Let's do this!" (Y/N) screamed, angelic sword at the ready. "Oh, look who thinks they're badass now." Adam grinned.  "Fuck yeah! I knew you were holding back, Princey!" Ash laughed darkly before (Y/N) shot fire at him. 

"The traitor came to die." Lute chuckled, before charging Vaggie, and killing Dazzle. "No!" Vaggie cried as Lute stabbed the dragon through the neck.

"Before I take your life, I'm going to tear that other eye out of your face." threatened the exorcist. "Try it, bitch." Vaggie growled, putting her fists up.

The two started to fight, Vaggie dodging the angelic sword, and kicking Lute. Lute responded by slamming her head into a table, making gold ichor drip from her nose. 

*With Charlie*

"Vaggie!" cried Charlie, Razzle flying down to try and help, only to be stopped by Adam. "Surprise, bitch!" He grinned, slapping the princess into the hotel sign, making her shriek as she was electrocuted. 

Charlie panted heavily as Adam hovered over her. "Risking your immortal life for sinners? That's some crazy shit, even for Lucifer's brat!" 

"These sinners, are my family." Charlie growled, slamming her fist into the roof. 

"These sinners are my famwy." mocked Adam in a baby voice, Charlie narrowing her eyes. "Do you even hear yourself? You shoulda stayed in your place, girlie--Arrgh! Shit!" he screamed as Charlie used her trident to stab Adam before throwing him into the a glass window. 

"That's Princess of Hell to you, pig!" she growled. 

"The fuck! That hurt!" Adam exclaimed, eyeing the stab wound. Charlie just glared at him, eyes filled with determintation as her tail waved behind her. 

"Heh hahahahaha, okay." Adam muttered lowly. 

*With (Y/N)*

He grunted as Ash punched him in the face, giving him a black eye. "Archer, please. I know somewhere deep down you know who I am." (Y/N) blocked Ash's sword as the two faced off. "I've told you already! My name is Ash, and I know who you are: (cute nickname)."

Hearing the old nickname, (Y/N) gasped and lost focus, allowing the red fox to kick him in the stomach, and pin him to some rubble by his ponytail with one of his spears. "Yeah, (cute nickname). I've always known. When I was 'killed' in that extermination, it was fake." Ash commented causally, leaning on his own spear.

"W-What?" (Y/N) felt his own blood run cold. 

"Yep. Well, no, I was sliced in half, hurt like a bitch. But yeah, Lute and Adam found me and took pity on me. Adam used his magic to put me back together and ever since then I've fought my way up to being his number 2. I'm the Sargent of the Extermination Angels, babe." 

"So, all this time you've been alive, and you never came home? You never wanted to--" (Y/N) could feel the tears in his eyes. Ash chuckled and rolled his eyes.  "Nope. It was all a sham, sweetie. All the time and love we've spent together,  it was so I could kill you and your sister and take your place as Prince of Hell. To think, the Shadow Prince of Hell, was such an easy lay."

At that, (Y/N) let out a scream of rage, took his sword and cut his ponytail, freeing himself. Ash's eyes widen, remembering the prince loved his long hair, and took such special care of it. 

"Let me show exactly why they call me the Shadow Prince." (Y/N) grinned darkly, before charging. 

*With Vaggie*

Vaggie grunted as she was thrown to the floor again. She tried reaching for her spear when Lute grabbed her by her ponytail. "You always were weak." Lute chuckled, before taking Vaggie's spear and stabbing her in her head, making Vaggie scream in pain. 

"So I'll spare you the pain of seeing your demon bitch die." 

Vaggie looked around and noticed the railing. She took the spear out of her hand and threw Lute into some rubble nearby, used her spear to cut her wings free, and cut the rubble down to fall on Lute.

The angel screamed, her mask falling off. Vaggie approached with a hard look on her face to see Lute's left arm pinned under the rubble with a glare on her face. 

"Do it then. Correct your mistake."

"Seriously, you're pathetic, you know that? Ready to die rather than accepting mercy?" Vaggie backed off. "No, live. Live knowing that you only do because I let you. The failure." 

Charlie's scream could be heard in the background. Vaggie gasped and flew off to help her, leaving Lute. 

Once Lute was alone, she started to pull against the rubble, screaming as her arm was painfully ripped from her body.

*With Charlie*

Adam laughed as he slammed Charlie back, before grabbing her by her throat. "Let..me..go!" Charlie grunted. 

"This fight was cute n' all, but it's time to die with the rest of them." Adam declared dramatically. Charlie briefly peeked at her people, standing close together, ready to go down fighting. TO her brother, who was now covered in shadows and fighting his ex. 

Vaggie landed to help the princess only to be pinned by an angry, armless, Lute. "Charlie!" she cried out to her love.

Adam laughed evilly before a fist punched him in his face. Adam screamed as he was thrown into the window from earlier. 

Charlie gasped as she was caught by Lucifer. "Dad?"

"Sorry I wasn't here sooner, sweetie." Lucifer smiled, putting Charlie down, before looking around. "Where's your brother?" 

Charlie pointed to (Y/N) in the distance. 

Their attention was drawn to Adam as he climbed back up, coughing. "Okay, seriously? How many of you freaks do I have to fight?" He growled.

"Oh, I'm the only one that matters."Lucifer rolled his sleeves up. "See, you messed with my kids, and now I am going to fuck you!" he grinned. 

Everyone froze in the battle. Vaggie, Lute and Angel rose an eyebrow in amusement, (Y/N) facepalmed. 

*With the Vees*

Velvette was grinning like a maniac, Vox look weirded out, and Valentino smiled like the slut he is. "Well, this just got interesting." 

*at the hotel*

"It's fuck you 'up', Dad." Charlie whispered to a smug Lucifer. "Wait what did I say?" He asked before being tackled by an raging Adam. 

"Haha! So this is what you've been up to since Eden? Gotta say, you really let yourself go, buddy." Lucifer shrugged, shifting into different animals. "You judgin' me? You're the most hate being in all of creation!" Adam growled, throwing the snake form of Lucifer. 

"Woah! Well, your first wife didn't seem to hate what I had to offer," He made a V around his mouth, "Or the second. Bow-chick-bow-wow." Lucifer thrusted his hips forward mockingly. "I'll fucking end you!!" growled the angel. 

"Woah, missed me! Hoohoo, not even close! Hehehehehe! Nice try, douchebag!" Lucifer giggled. 

*With (Y/N)*

The prince and the fox angel traded magic shots back and forth. (Y/N) was encased in shadows, his eyes as red as the Pride Ring sky. He opened his wings, which were now completely silver and thrusted them forward, thousands of his feathers turning into Kunais. 

"Ow fuck!" exclaimed Ash, now pinned down by the silver weapons. "What the hell?" (Y/N) landed in front of the angel, holding his sword at the other's throat. "My wings are an extension of my body. And one of my  greatest weapons. I can make angelic steel appear in my wings. I can control my feathers as they if they were still attached as well. These are angelic steel kunai but also they are filled with Deadly Nightshade poison. "

Ash's eyes widen. When Deadly Nightshade enters your body, it was only a matter of time until the hallucinations, paralysis, convulsions, and his painful death. 

"When you were 'killed' all those years ago, I raged for several hours in heartbreak. I killed thousands of demons and exorcist angels with my poisonous wings. And now, just like our time together, this battle is over!" 

With that, (Y/N) raised his sword, and beheaded his lo-Ash, the exorcist angel. 

Looking into his ex's cold dead eyes, he sighed and briefly allowed the tears to flow. "You were wrong, Archer. I know our time together meant something to you. Even if it didn't, I am worthy of love. And I will always love you. But I will be happy this time."

(Y/N) smiled, wiping his tears, before flying away to help. 

*With Charlie*

"Hold still you slippery fucker!" Adam snapped, still trying to get the King of Hell.

Charlie looked down to see Vaggie and Lute still wrestling.  Charlie rushed forward with a worried look. 

Adam sent a beam of holy light towards Lucifer, Lucifer dodging only to for the hotel to fall apart, Charlie screaming as she fell. 

"I got you!" Lucifer smiled as he caught Charlie in his arms, the king and princess sharing a soft look. 

Charlie smiled at her dad, only to see Adam flying towards them behind her dad. "Dad, look out!" she cried, eyes changing colors. 

Charlie's hand changed to a bigger size, glowing with magic going to stop Adam. Adam froze in place, mere inches from hitting Lucifer when he felt a tug on his wings. 

"(Y/N!)" Charlie and Lucifer smiled, seeing the Shadow Prince with a glower on his face, holding Adam's wings in one hand. 

"Woah, wait, what the fuck?" Adam gasped. Charlie grabbed the Angel and thew him to the ground, creating a crater in the ground. 

Adam groaned, ichor dripping on his face to see the three Morningstars in full demon form, all glaring at him. Charlie was being held by one of Lucifer's arms, and (Y/N) was hovering behind him, eyes narrowed, and (f/c) flames hovering around his hands and tail.

"You come at me and my kids, don't forget you're in my house, bitch!" Lucifer roared,flaming fists beating the Angel. 

Laughing, Lucifer raised his hands, summoning his own holy light, ready to smite Adam, when a hand was placed on his shoulder. "Whoa, whoa, Dad. He's had enough." Charlie chided softly.  

"Mm, he's got one more hit in him." (Y/N) grinned, kicking Adam in his dick....hard.

"How's mercy taste, you little bitch?" panted Lucifer, high fiving his son.

"No...You don't get to end this." Adam panted, climbing out of the crater, as the rest of the members appeared. "I'm the fucking ,man, and you're just some fucking clown or something. I started everything on Earth. All of mankind came from these fucking nuts!"

Everyone looked at the angel with frowns, and raised eyebrows, and crossed arms. "You should all be worshiping me, you ungrateful, disgusting, fucking losers!" Adam screamed in pain, making everyone gasp, looking down at the knifes: One sticking through his heart, and the other sticking out of the side of his head. 

"Woah!" Vaggie exclaimed with a smile. 

"Hey, you got something sticking out of your...your thing there." Lucifer deadpanned. Adam fell to the floor, revealing Niffty blinking innocently. Out of the corner of his eye, Angel saw (Y/N)'s tail flicking suspiciously. 

"Niffty?" Charlie asked, Lucifer frog blinking next to her. 

"(Y/N), did you...?" Angel asked. His fiance shrugged, looking pretty proud of himself. "What? He was getting on my nerves." "Stab! Stab! Stab!" Niffty laughed manically, stabbing the dead body. 

*With the Vees*

"Hoooooly shit." Vox grinned, as Val and Vel stared at the screen with wide eyes. 

*At the hotel*

"Blood! Ha ha ha!" 

"NOOOOO!!!" screamed Lute as she flew to the dying Adam's side. "Sir?! Sir?! Stay with me, sir." Lute begged, as Adam smiled softly at her before dying. "Adam!" she shouted, tears falling out of her eyes.

"It's over." Charlie said softly, glaring at the Lieutenant. 

"Take your little friends, and go home!" Lucifer shouted, flames coming out of his mouth. "Please." He added pleasantly.

Lute glared at the King before grabbing Adam's and Ash's Halos. "Retreat. All exorcists fall back." she ordered, flying after the few exorcist angels alive.

The demons watched as the portal closed before Lucifer turned to the tired group with an awkward grin. "Soooo...who's up for pancakes?" 

*On the news*

"I'm Katie KillJoy." "And I'm--" "Nobody gives a shit who you are, Tom." Katie rolled her eyes, pushing her coworker away. Breaking news: Extermination Day is canceled. Charlie Morningstar managed to fend off the angelic attack  with more than just nice words." All around the Pride Ring, demons listened to the bitch reporter. 

"In an unseen turn of events, our demonic head honcho Lucifer stepped in to save his daughter's ass in the last moment. We're also hearing reports that Adam, leader of the Angelic Legions, first man and totally fuckable bad boy has been slain by even more fuckable Prince Morningstar and a filthy janitor. The janitor said, quote, '(Y/N) told me to stab, so I did.' The Prince said and quote, 'He was getting on my nerves.' And can we talk about how sexy the Prince's new hairdo is? Hottie alert! Anyway, congrats to Charlie and her crew for not being totally fucking useless for once."

*At the Hotel*

Everyone was rummaging through the piles. Husk found a bottle of alcohol which shattered into pieces. Charlie looked around the rummage, and finding KeeKee stuck under a rock. "Oh, there, there. It's," she sighed heavily, " It's okay."

She watched as (Y/N) approached Angel with Fat Nuggets in his arms, and the two shared a kiss, before Angel took his pet pig in his lower arms. He ruffled (Y/N)'s now short hair and smiled, "This suits you, my love." (Y/N) smiled and kissed Angel's cheek.

Charlie smiled at the two, going to talk towards them when she stepped on something. Looking down, her eyes widen seeing the banner they made for Pentious' first week.

Everyone stared at the new hotel with admiration when Lucifer spoke up. "Say, don't we have a wedding to plan for?" He smirked as his son's eyes widen before Angel wrapped an arm around his lover's shoulder. "We sure do, baby! Can't wait to marry the finest man in all of Hell!" Angel kissed his lover's head.

"I see my short hair is doin' something for you, tesoro. You can't keep yourself from touching me," He paused as his father and sister shot him looks, "Wait I--" "Oh, no, you're right baby, I can't keep my hands from touching you." Angel smirked, before (Y/N) playfully blew ice in his face.

*In Heaven*

Sera and Emily were sitting in a meeting room when suddenly a new soul arrived. The new soul stood up and looked around confusedly. "What--? Where? Where am I?!" Pentious asked anxiously. Realizing he wasn't alone, he smiled at the two angels. "Oh, hello." 

Emily squeaked in joy, while Sera's face dropped in horror.

*Elsewhere in Heaven*

Waves splashed against the beach as a figure with long flowing hair sat in a beach chair. Lute approached the figure and threw Adam's halo down at the figures feet.

"Adam and Ash are dead. Your deal is done and I'm in charge now." She looked coldly at the figure. "Your brats are threatening the very foundation of Heaven. And if you want to stay here, you're going down there and stopping those bastards. You understand me," Lute glared into the woman's hard gaze. 

"Lilith?"

*End*

Wow! We made it to the enddddddd!!!! It was so much fun writing and I can't wait for Season 2 of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss! Should I do a reader insert of Helluva Boss? Ooh, or maybe a Characters watching Hazbin Hotel with Prince MorningStar?? I will also take requests for Prince Morningstar oneshots, or Hazbin oneshots in general. 

What'd ya think? Keep an eye out for more!

@marshm3llo

This is (Y/N) with short hair :) thank you @deathexe6110 ❤️💋kisses darling

#storydays #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel charlie #x male reader #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel x male reader #princemorningstar #vivziepop #hazbin hotel x y/n #hellaverse #hazbin hotel fandom

[darlingsfandom]

smut ddlg with cillian on christmas!!

bless you! Hope your Christmas was nice✨

"Well... that was....fun?" You half heartily laughed as Cillian passed you the final dirty plate so you could wash it off and load it into the dishwasher.

"It's Christmas baby, just another excuse for some of tem to drink ya know." He shrugged his shoulders before wiping off the counters to help you out. You playfully rolled your eyes at him before shutting the dishwasher with your hip and tossing the cloth over your shoulder before wrapping your arms around his waist and slowly walking over to the mistletoe hanging above the arch way of your kitchen.

Cillian smiled down at you while tucking some of your hair behind your ear. His lips attached to yours slowly before turning hungry . His hands cuffed your face while his tongue pushed past your sugar coated lips and down your throat. Your knees went weak. The scent of warm cinnamon , sugar cookies and whiskey mixed with his naturally musky scent made your head spin as his tongue pulled out and found the sweet spot below your ear.

"Cillian... daddy!" You corrected yourself so fast as your newly red nails that he paid for slipped down his button up. "Wait! You have one more present.." your words stumbled out as his hands gripped your waist and squeezed.

"Oh do I? What is it darlin ?" He looked down at you with icy blue eyes before you pulled away only to leave a warm kiss upon his cheek. "You get comfy on the couch and I'll be right back okay?" You yelled from down the hall.

Cillian sighed happily as he made contact with the leather couch in the living room that you had decorated so beautifully for the holidays. Silver and gold color palates is what you went with. Garland hanging from the fire place , the candle in the window sat on a gold candle holder, throw pillows with cheesy Christmas puns laid on the couch and love seat, a big plaid Christmas blanket covered the back of the couch and the smells in the house from the sugar cookies and dinner you worked on, it was everything he could ever ask for.

"Daddy! Are you ready?" Your voice echoed down the hall to interrupt his mostly pure thoughts.

"Am ready princess!" He called back rubbing his thighs through his black slacks.

"Close your eyes!" You giggled as the sound of your feet running against the wooden floors filled his ears.

"Okay darlin! Closed."

You appeared in front of Cillian with a soft smile on your lips.

"Open!"

Cillian opened his eyes and his jaw fell on the floor.

"Merry Christmas daddy!" You stood up straight in a very sexy Christmas outfit. It was an X rated Mrs. clause outfit minus the hat. You just placed a plastic bow instead. The white fur lined your cleavage perfectly. The red was made from velvet that lead to more white fur that didn't even reach mid thigh. Your stockings fit nice and snug on your calves as you walked up to Cillian and ran your fingers through his hair.

"Oh my... I must have been a real good boy tis year." You placed your hands on his shoulders before sitting down on his lap.

"I take it you like your present daddy?" Your little eyelashes fluttered at him while you slowly moved your hips against his.

"Best present ever princess!" He gave you a soft kiss before the hunger took over in him again. You kissed him back with just as much energy and neediness while rubbing your exposed cunt against his clothed dick.

"Need you! Need you so much daddy! Need you to fuck my pretty pussy!" With each word you were humping him harder. Cillian lifted you up and switched spots so your hips were hanging off the edge of the couch while he stood over you with the animalistic eyes and mouth hung open once he had your legs spread open and realized you had no panties.

"Yer spoilin me darlin!" You watched as Cillian got down on his knees in front of you and stared at your pussy like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, even though he's seen it so many times before.

His long fingers slid over your folds to gather your wetness and spread it around. A soft moan left your swollen lips as his fingers slowly twisted inside of you. "Oh daddy!" Your hips bucked forward before Cillian pressed down on them to hold you still while his fingers twisted in and out of you. His eyes stayed glued to yours watching how they switched from innocent to dirty. His mouth attached to your clit causing your fingers to grip onto his hair. Cillian moaned against your clit when you yanked his hair.

"So fucking pretty! Prettiest girl with the prettiest cunt!" The sound of him lapping his tongue along your folds back up to your clit before sucking on it with desire echoed throughout the living room. "And tis mine! All mine!" He mumbled into your pussy as you laid there pulling his hair, wrapping your legs around his head and pulling him in closer so you could feel him deeper inside of you.

Cillian looked up through his lashes as his hands wrapped around your thighs and held you close as he ate you out. Your eyes filled with tears as pleasure filled every ounce of your body.

"Oh my god daddy! Fuck me please! Fuck me with your fat cock! Please please please daddy!" You cried out and Cillian couldn't say no! Not when you were begging so well and being such a good girl for him.

"Good girl darlin! Usin yer big girl words." He pulled away slowly before giving your clit one last kiss before standing up to rid himself of his slacks. Once his pants and boxers were being flung across the room you looked down to see that his cock was painfully hard, leaking and dark red.

"It looks angry daddy! Probably because it's not in me!" You gave him the sweetest doe eyes possible as you held open your legs and cutest smile on your lips while your pussy drooled out arousel for him.

"Tats exactly it darlin!" Cillian spit on his hand before rubbing his cock for a minute and slowly sliding it inside of you with ease. Your mouth made the perfect O as you watched him slide it in.

"DADDY! You always feel so big inside of me!" Something took over Cillian and he didn't hold back. The way he leaned over top of you pushing every inch inside of you as your nose scrunched up, the way his forehead pressed into yours as he pulled your tits out of the lingerie , he was hot and heavy all over.

"Tats it baby, take me cock, good girl yes! Fuck!" His words were coming out with grunts that made you wetter by the second as he reached up, yanked your head down by your hair and made you watch as he fucked your harder. A bit of insecurity hit you when you seen your stomach folded which showed off a few rolls but that didn't stop Cillian ! It made him fuck you harder. Sweat dripped from his forehead against yours as you cried out his name.

"Fuck meee! Fuck yeah daddy!" You were clawing at his arms through his shirt as you felt the head of his cock hit your g-spot just right which made your eyes roll back into your head.

"My good girl! Fucking hell!" His thrusts were getting faster but more sloppy as he held you tight. Cillian made you look up at him as he yanked your head back by your hair and your eyes were filled with pleasure.

"Daddy! Stop! I have to pee!" You tried to push him off.

"That's fine darlin! Tis not what ya tink! Just relax and trust daddy yeah? Relax and let it go!" His thumb snaked its way down to your clit and he pushed hard against it before rubbing circles like a mad man. You didn't know what to think! Your body was agreeing to his touch and you felt your orgasm on the edge.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!! OOOOH MY OOH GOD!" You cried out as you squirted against his cock. Cillian rubbed your clit through it as he looked at you with such pride. Your thighs felt extra sticky when your body collapsed against the couch.

"Good girl baby! Good girl! Now yer gonna take me cum!" His eyes rolled back as he pulled your limp body closer to his and grunted loudly before he squeezed your thighs as his own orgasm washed over him and filled you up to the fullest you could be.

"Merry Christmas daddy!" You panted softly as he slowly pulled out of you and scooped some of his cum up onto his fingers before slipping them into your eager little mouth.

"Best Christmas present every baby, tank you! Merry Christmas ." He watched as you cleaned his fingers before laying down next to you on the couch, wrapping his arm around you and giving you a warm kiss on the forehead.

#Cillian Murphy #cillian murphy x you #Cillian Murphy smut #cillian murphy blurb #cillian murphy drabble #cillian murphy fluff #emsblurbs #cillian smut

[keikiri-kitten]

scars where his wings used to be

a/n: heavy on the Keigo angst today. slight spoilers for chapter 385

There lingered an uncomfortable silence in the room. It trailed through the air and slipped between the small gap left between you and the fallen bird. Icarus finally flown too close to the sun and you had to bite your tongue when his wings melted, forcing him to plummet into reality. The man was scarred with a weak shiver throughout his body. One thing that the spy didn’t want you to do was pity him due to his own recklessness.

He lost his wings but you finally had him all to yourself. It was a selfish sentiment to engage with but it was true. Instead of fighting for his life in the sky or being surrounded by red feathers that were either a means of comfort or destruction, he faced you as Keigo Takami. A man who was a bit too slow on his feet and was discovering himself apart from bright red plumage. The hero stood firm in a black tuxedo while you helped prep him for a press conference.

“How are you feeling today?” Golden eyes peered down upon you, fluttering over your features. The void look on his face altered for a brief moment. Your gaze of worry spotted his voluminous top lip tugged itself upward before his bottom one followed suit to smirk at you. In a time like this, would it have been safe to say he was annoyed with the question?

It seeped into his pores and overtook him as if he were drowning in tar. The question thick, hot and burned over his skin. “Asking the same question you did yesterday doesn’t get a different response with something like this.” Your fingers that were clutched to his tie quickly gripped the fabric before you gently pressed your fists into his chest. One foot after the other, he balanced himself out before resting his heavy hands into your hips. Keigo appreciated your worry but he was broken on the inside and every single moment without his wings— his identity, made his heart tighten. If he were any weaker than he was right then, he would be sobbing on the floor and asking whatever god out there that was willing to listen for another chance. Good thing the commission doesn’t pay him to be weak.

“Is… Tsukuyomi okay? I didn’t ask yest—“

“I can’t talk about this,” rolling his eyes and pushing his head to the side, he looked away from your innocent face. One would think salting wounds would dry out moisture but the vivid imagery that rose to the surface simply by your question made his eyes swell.

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay,” you coo with the palms of your hands reaching for the scruff on his jaw to turn him back to you. His head turned back lazily with his eyes meeting the ground. With a dissolving ego like his, you knew he was battling between letting you see him like this or pulling you in and letting it all out.

“I know,” he whispered. His nose tinted red while the tears in his eyes grew larger before they spilled over to his cheek. “I don’t know… you ever been so scared to figure out the world when the only thing that’s helped you get through it is gone?” Gold bored into your soul as if you had the key to all of his problems. They stared at you in hopes you could make his wings grow back so he could hide behind them.

The kiss you gave him made him grip onto you tighter. He got to get a sniffle in and shiver out a breath through his nose prior to pulling away. “I am okay with Keigo, baby. Keigo is just fine to me.”

Reassuring him wasn’t enough. “No one knows Keigo.”

“Do I? Can I get to know him? Can the world get to know him?”

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[thescribeoflostmemories]

Type: My vows to you/ Yandere

Pairing: Pantalone x Fallen Deity! Reader

Ahhh am I doing this correctly?? I’m a big fan of “I’m Just Doing You a Favor” so can I pls request them for this event?? Thanks for giving us smth to look forward to in the future :>

The Fancy Fiance and The Bejeweled Bride

(Yan! Pantalone x Fallen-Deity! Reader)

"Remembering; is forgetting” - Scribe

Redid some mistakes. ~ P

Disclaimer: Yandere stuff, crazy cryptic bs going on around here. No beta, we die like that guy in the story.

" Please, help me find her!" 

The strange stranger couldn't help but laugh at the notion, and merely glance at the soup of tears in his hand. Seeing the hardened reflection of your perflex-ion, “You are certainly [lucky] that the lady of compassion has blessed me to tell you, dear hale and hearty friend.”

The strange stranger revealed a beguiled smile, knowing the person will arrive upon their destination at the last light of day, a road that winds in an almost serpentine like suggestion. And the journey brings them to such tenuous and disarray terrain of the ophidian's keep.

♡¥~~~~~~~¥♡

Face nearly pressed up and against the glass pane. Showing the snow gently cascades down on the ground and dim lights from the distance is the city where the event would be held.

You couldn’t wait for it, ever since your first day of devotion, today is the day of vows.

“Doll, what's wrong?” You hear Pantalone called out to you from the door, you didn’t hear him enter.

“Dearest, It is nothing to worry about, though the thought of going to the festival of vows tomorrow..” Frail hands cupped your own cheeks, feeling the warmth emitting from it while your face hid behind the veil, sighing lovingly.

Practically you could hear his merriment when you mention your excitement for tomorrow.

You felt incredibly lucky that a person like Sir Pantalone, or at least that is what he liked to be called, would take you in and share a cup between you two.

Despite him telling that your face looked fine, but the hideousness of your own preface is what made you wear the thin curtain. You never forget the day you woke up upon these lavish beddings and claimed to be yours. 

“It is a good thing I came in prepared for you, come here.” Before you stand are dresses, each more lavish than the last.

One; it was a simple white ball gown like wedding dress, each embedded pearls from white gold to the darkest black jewelry. Gaudy yet somehow simple in his eyes.

Next would be a rather cute color of cold blue admiration, one with simplified accessories and the like. Wonderful ribbons that criss cross across your skin.

The last is a rather foreign red silky robe, with simple gold prints and an odd headdress. It felt so familiar, like seeing an old friend.

“When did you have the time for this?” You smiled going closer and touched the third dress, eyes twinkling in joy. Hands playing with the intricate hidden laces of the outfit.

“No need to worry about it, doll. By the morrow, I swear it will be a happy day for us." 

You couldn’t help but smile and hug him tight, “Thank you! Thank you!”

Feeling his gloved hands petting your head, “It is no problem, my lovely. All that matters is that you’re here and I’m here, right my sweet?” The roll of his 's' would make anyone weak in the knees.

Everything feels like a distant past somehow, yet there’s nothing better than what is in front of you.

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Upon the day of Vows, you wore the red exotic robes and donned the veil that sweetly hid your well kept secret.

"Pantalone, look, snow!" Small gestures made seemingly fragile steps into the cold, that made the Regrator held onto you tightly so as to not slip and slide.

“Be careful, my dearest. I do not want you to get hurt.” Concern is clearly conveyed on his visage and voice. Despite him not being as muscular as the rumored Captain of the Fatui, you feel oddly safe especially with the umbrella he possesses and carries everywhere he goes.

“I know, you do not have to worry about me.” Your heart skipped a beat as he continued to hold you closer.

“I’m just scared that you’ll leave,” That made you smile and cupped his face.

“I will not just up and disappear, silly.” Embracing him as well. Seeing the warmth smile upon his face never felt so endearing until now.

“Shall we?” His gloved hands gestured to the event where it is being held, you could hear laughter and cheers from there.

“We shall.” Hand in hand, the pair of love-locked couples made their way to the busy area.

Women, men and occasionally children dressed in their finest and spent time with their beloved ones. You had to sit out one of the main events due to you not being able to fight for the bouquet of flowers, so you had to settle for a slow dance with your beloved Pantalone at the dance floor.

“Thank you for inviting me, it really means a lot to me, Pantalone.” A dreamy sigh escaped your rozen lips.

One-two-three, one-two-three, The dance isn’t well suited for one that wears garbs like yours. Often or not, you’d trip on your own clothing and Pantalone had to catch you. Embarrassing as it may be, though the time spent together. The smile that could go on for miles, stretching outward into the ocean.

During the ruckus caused by the bouquet hunting spree, you and Pantalone got separated. Participants armed with various weapons. Giant spoons, arrows of love, knives that are the size of an adult.

Amongst the throes of people, your feet had guided you to a frozen lake with snow covered trees that arched over the pool.

Alone were you with tender courage, “Charity is such a pretty word, oh, but where oh, [where] did it go?" A robust voice could be heard. 

A strange stranger in tattered frightening mora colored garbs, a rather keen entity of sorts appeared by the corner of the eye briefly. It was only a jest of the light, you explain to yourself.

Loud shrieks escaped your small lips, turning around to face a blurry visage of non, who had their hand on your shoulder.

“Miss? Are you alright? You were staring for a while at nothing.” Accent low similar to yours, soft spoken yet refined. They dressed in fine physician-like robes, calm watered jade color.

“Yes, quite so, just merely strayed a little from the event,” You took a step back to give some space. This man, he speaks in bells. None could ever ring such things other than your fiance.

With a light spangle of the red veil cast still-ly shade, "I, I am sorry but can you help me find my fiance? I am not that well acquainted with the curvatures of the road ahead.” Gentle voice of yours made his lips curved up a bit.

“Of course,” Even with the blurriness of his image. You could faintly make out him nodding at the notion of helping. “I just so happen to be in search of my sister, she is deathly ill,” voice rang with rye worry you couldn’t help but try to aid him in his quest.

“I am sure my fiance could help you after all you are assisting me back to him.” The bellow of the wind was cast.

"Thank you, kind spirit." He seemed to smile. 

"What is her name?" Curious who was the lucky girl who had such a loving brother.

"[*]" Was the name he told, another set of bell-like that tolled and odd enough it made one see a weasel in the horizon.

“[I] see– Ah! Pantalone!” You felt a smile on your lips the moment you heard a familiar voice behind the stranger.

“Doll.” The raven hair man chuckled as he embraced you tightly. His own smile did not fade yet it seemed affixed to his own visage. “Did (he harm you)?” Asking softly in your ear.

Shaking your head no, to assure him you were fine. And quietly explain to him you were lost and he kept you company. Adding to the mix is your request to find his sister.

“Hmm, Oh, how could I (deny) you, doll.” Kissing the top of your head before he turned his attention to the searching brother with an unknown facial expression.

Holding you still so closely, “You do not have to worry, I once lost someone as well, I will do my best to help.” Yet, why does it displease you so?

The brother’s voice said in glee, “Thank you, thank you, kind sir!”

“I will be with you in a moment, so please stay at home for a while.” Pantalone says as he ushered you to the care of his employees. The gentleness of his tone can be heard as he commanded the others to escort you to your shared abode for now.

Looking back at the two figures left alone in the winter snow.

"[Don't look away…]" You could have sworn a feminine voice whispered into your ear.

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Three hours have passed since the guards took you to your room. All alone with your thoughts that seemingly eat away at your mind.

Every time you try to remember, the distance widens with each time a headache is a force to be reckoned with.

Your own eyes darted around your chambers, a room painted in luxury filled with exotic items. A sigh only escaped from your lips as you sat on your bed to try and recollect. Even with these items, it doesn't seem enough…

It all just feels fuzzy. Some of the items in your room are already here when you have awoken. He claimed that it was his relative's and he'll be glad to give it to you.

A knock on the door can be heard. "Pardon my intrusion, My Lady." It was Pael your appointed handmaid. Still even until now, you were uneased whenever she tried to help you in dressing up.

"My Lady, I know Lord Pantalone has not come back yet. But, do you want some soup? It is rather cold even in the supposed summer month." in her hand is a tray with a bowl of soup.

The scent of jade knowledge wafts through the room, the herbs and spices reminded you of a star.

"On the table, please. I will eat it soon." Replying to her, though curiosity beckoned on to you from its peak.

"Understood, my lady." The single eyed maid placed the tray upon the intricately carved mahogany wood.

The one eyed maid chuckled, "Fancied [you]rself [look]ing [back]?" She smiled 

"Pael, When or how did Pantalone find me?" You say, sitting down on the chair next to the warm bowl of soul.

"You could say that, Pael." There is something that even you cannot explain. But the terrible dread of something amiss is about.

"Well, it was really snowy at the time, you were white as a ghost. If you weren't [taken] in by the young master, the harsh winter would have let you a sweet and peaceful [faux] warmth." Stitched is her smile that was presented to you, her lips stretch a bit wider after a while of awkward staring between you and her.

"My Lady, it's rather cruel to think of what good you used to have. I better suggest to [look forward into] the future instead of [dream]ing of something that barely grows with [time]." Gentle push of her gloved hand to nudge the intimate style bowl holding a hydro colored jade soup.

"A childish, imaginative mind will [turn] into a noble ambition. Young admiration can turn into the most passionate of bonds." With that, Pael offered a silver spoon [for] you to consume the reflective, -though opaque, pool of jaded clarity.

"Perhaps, you are right. Though, I cannot [help] but wonder." Something about her words seem to wound you, yet none to spill.

"Wonder all you like my lady, but, no," Pael stops herself then lets out a soft chortle. "Nothing, it was just (me) humoring myself." she bowed before leaving.

Peering down at the bowl, another sigh left your lips. The scent and the warmth enticing you to take even a little sip.

Pushing all shadows away, your dainty hands scoop a portion of it to your lips. A moment to cool it down before taking a faint lick.

The silence halted as you started to cough violently, trying to force it out of your system along with dropping the spoon down to grip on the table.

Soreness of your throat is evident, the gentle voice turned hoarse and crass. Mind-numbing delight has stained your tongue, as the sound of blood pumps unevenly in your ears. Accompanied with blank staring at your fingers that grasp at the wood, feeling every grain on it.

"…!… Doll. Are you okay?" It was Pantalone, holding you in his arms. You don't remember falling, nor holding on to his gloved hand.

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Everything felt heavy, nauseating to the point of puking into a corner. Your heartbeat pumps slowly making you almost aware of its sounds.

"J[us]t… woo…" You could see his mouth moving, though you couldn't hear a word he said.

Soon the other maids came rushing in with a large arm bag.

"Pan- Pan?" It felt like crystals forming in your throat causing you to tear up yet nothing fell. Hand grip tightly onto his for a moment before letting go.

~

That was the last you had recalled when you woke up. The room is covered in red and blue luxuries. Sweat drips down your forehead, "P-pael?" Your grainy voice tried to call out to the one eyed maid.

"Doll." Another voice called out next to you, causing you to yelp from surprise. "Doll, calm down." It was Pantalone, holding both of your wrists that attempted to hit him.

Appalled by your own actions you looked away from him and laxed your movements, "Dearest! Forgive me! I got scared and that drink, what was that? Where is Pael?" So many questions tumbled through, yet only the batman could only manage to.

For a moment, his face has a foreign expression. It didn't seem like he wanted to hear that. "There's no need to worry about her, she tried to poison you." He hissed, gripping on your wrists tighter then pulled you into a protective hug. "She's all taken care of." 

Shaky frail hands grasp firmly on his back as he dips his head between your neck. "Pantalone… I'm fine…" 

He didn't seem convinced as he let out a soft puff of air. Despite the room being warm, the chills of the winter glade seeps through. "If you say so, though. I will have a doctor to examine you okay?" 

Knowing him he would only persist, "Very well." You nodded.

Then another thought entered your mind. "What happened?" he then replied with a curious hum back.

"That strange man, he rings bells." You tried to put into words what you could describe of him.

"You usually think of other people," The word of annoyance is riddled on his evermore smile.

He then opened his eyes ever so slightly, it was of spectacular color that looked at you so teary gaze. "Don't let go of my hand, please." 

Confused, your only reply is "What?"

"Don't you know how much I worried when I found you laying on the ground?" He muttered as he protectively hugged you, your face pressed to his chest.

"Face pale as the snow itself, spasming, gasping for air, and yet you cared for the stranger rather than yourself." His heart beat is almost like music with how slow it is. 

"But that's what is so special about you. (Your love for others could cost you everything), you know?" Woe written all over his tone, he kissed your forehead.

"I could give you everything you want. Just tell me. Name it and it's yours. In exchange…" Odd that he stopped himself any further, "No, that's not right…"

He pulled back and looked at you, his face "Exchange is a strong word, I prefer to refer to it as returning the feelings. Just looking or even listening to me is enough for me, dearest."

"I'm an honest person, all I want for you is to [run] into the future."

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[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- And an unexpected twist is coming your ways. Let's see how you guys take it 😉

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

The White Dragon

Let It Be Known (Chapter 3)

Summary- The world knows and someone unexpected strides out of the shadows...

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Warnings- Threats in Valyrian, Westrosi Things.

Chapter 2 Chapter 4

It would be for good if you tell your father yourself.

Those were Alicent's words as she pushed Aerea and Cregan into Viserys' room, closing the door behind them. The room smelled of the milk of poppy and some other medical herbs and a dozen of incense.

The King laid in his bed, barely awake. His health deteriorating rapidly after a certain fever took its place in his fragile body.

"Kepa," (father) Aerea called softly, sitting beside him on the bed and letting her fingers travel to her father's weakened hands. Viserys opened his eyes and smiled.

"Rhaenyra?"

Cregan looked at Aerea, worried as the king seemed not to recognize his youngest daughter. He watched as Aerea tried to smile, letting her fingers draw circles on the back of his palm, pronouncing her name softly.

His smile fell as realization dawned upon him. His eyes softening a bit as he smiled a little. "Tala, what happened?" (Daughter) he asked, his voice rough yet his soft tone smoothed it enough. "I wished to tell you of my betrothal to Lord Stark, father."

Viserys smiled, squeezing her hand gently with the little strength he had. "Help me... sit up," Viserys said, making Aerea move urgently, helping her father sit up with the help his pillow.

Cregan met Viserys' gaze before bowing his head in respect. "Your Grace, I pray for you a speedy recovery," Cregan said, making Viserys smile. "Thank you, Lord Stark. I will personally announce your betrothal to the court tomorrow, as the traditions suggest."

Cregan and Aerea nodded their heads while Aerea continued her soothing circles on his palm. Her eyes didn't meet his as she kept them looked at the weak hands which were once healthy.

"You have also grown up, my daughter?" Viserys asked, his eyes swimming with tears as Aerea looked up with surprise. "Daughters... they are always the birds, aren't they? Supposed to leave their parents old and weak to spend their lives somewhere else."

Aerea gulped, swallowing down the lump in her throat. "I am not a bird," she whispered before looking up confidently. "I am a dragon. The Dragon."

Viserys smiled, nodding. "Yes, you are," he affirmed. "My Lord, when are you going back to Winterfell?" Viserys asked, his eyes kind. "I stay here for a month only, my king."

"Then let it be known...."

The sick king sat on his throne, the crown made of gold sitting upon his balding head. His eyes had sunken in yet they excluded authority.

"Today, I am here to announce the betrothal of Princess Aerea of House Targaryen to..." Everyone stood with anticipation as the dragon princess moved to stand in the center of the hall.

Proudly dressed in Black and Red, Aerea stood with a smirk as she watched Aemond move with pride but his step was cut short by the booming voice if their father.

"Lord Cregan of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and the Warden of the North."

A few surprised gasps were followed by loud roar of applause as Cregan moved to stand beside his betrothed, the princess of the realm. Sara was beaming while Aemond glared at the wolf lord.

"Let it be known that the marriage between them shall happen in less than a moon's time," Viserys announced before coughing choked his throat. Maesters were quick on their feet as they escorted him back to his chambers.

In the shadows of the large crowd, Aerea caught the glimpse of particular silver hair which made her smirk widely as she curtsied gracefully beside her soon-to-be husband.

The assembly dismissed themselves, quickly walking out of the hall. Alicent dragged a glaring Aemond out of the hall, much to his dismay. On the other hand Aegon was partially bouncing on his feet to get out of the hall and get drunk, again.

It was only Helaens who thought of congratulating the new pair before slipping away, which gave Sara the opportunity to approach them.

"I am so glad that you shall be my sister soon," the Stark daughter beamed as she embraced the princess who chuckled lightly. "So will I be, Sara " she replied, staying away from the embrace to turn to the figure lurking in the shadows.

"You can come out, uncle. They are trustworthy," she announced loudly as a figure gracefully emerged out of the shadows, making the Northern men's jaw go slack while their lord and sister watched with wide eyes.

"Rijes aōt, jorrāelagon," (Congratulations, dear) their mother tongue echoed around the silent hall as Daemon embraced Aerea tightly, placing a kiss on her cheek. "Kostā rȳ mōrī henujagon bisa dīnagon." (You can at last leave this place)

Aerea smiled proudly as she watched her uncle observe the wolf lord with caution. "Issa nēdenka naejot mīsagon nyke," (He is brave to protect me) Aerea stated with a smirk.

"Ziry sȳrkta sagon, iā kesan nektogon zȳhon jorrāelagon tāemītsos hen," (He better be, or I will cut his dear stick off) Daemon threatened with a smirk while Aerea laughed, shaking her head.

On the other hand, the men belonging from the northern part of the continent looked at the dragon-riders with amazement written on their faces. Aerea could see the gears in their head working as they tried to make out any meaning of the words exchanged.

"I hope you don't mind me stealing your betrothed away, my Lord," Daemon said with a smirk, his hand encircling her waist as she looked at her uncle with amusing eyes. Cregan took in a deep breath, trying not to focus on the hand around his betrothed's waist.

"Of course not, My Prince."

#house targaryen #hotd imagine #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x reader #cregan stark fanfic #cregan x targayen #cregan x reader #cregan stark #cregan stark x reader

[snapeaddict]

Snapetober day 1 - Foliage

Written in participation to Momo's unofficial 2023 Snapetober - thanks @momo-t-daye for the earthy prompt list! Will try to be consistent this year.

October 1st, 1997

Though he had cast more than a generous amount of spells on himself, some of his own making, the rustling produced by each of his movements seemed to him as though they echoed through the whole valley: they traveled to the far off mountains and then back to him with intolerable noise.

Severus glowered at the trees around him; their thinning foliage were responsible for this lack of discretion. He then lowered his gaze to the ground, stepping only on the gold, orange and red leaves, avoiding with striking expertise all the brown ones which, having had time to dry, produced the loudest sounds.

It was silly, of course. No one could hear him. But it kept his mind busy: it felt good, if frustrating.

He started counting his steps. He focused on the numbers, and the leaves. He had played these games more times than he could count these last few months, and had always lost: no effort of the mind, no challenge of the intellect was ever strong enough to conceal his aching heart to himself.

He halted.

There was the grave, tall and white and majestic. Severus was almost blinded by it – the sun shone bright that day, and the lake was, as usual, pitch black; the trees, all crimson red, detached themselves quite sharply from the sky behind them, too blue, much too bright too.

It was not beautiful, for there was no harmony between all those shades. But it was all meant to be joyful: that alone hurt terribly.

To conceal himself, Severus had circumvented the lake using a path that crossed the forest and led directly to the back of the grave, on the far left of the shore. He was about to step out onto the grass when a sound stopped him in his tracks: he froze, and his hand, below his cloak, squeezed his wand with disproportionate strength.

“I don’t know what to tell you”, a voice said, and he recognized it instantly.

It was coming from the front of the grave, not far from him.

Slowly, he leaned against the back of the monument, his expression hard and cold. He was pale, and his hands were trembling slightly.

“Every time I come here, and I don’t know what to tell you. I have cried, I have yelled, I – for Merlin’s sake, I have even pleaded with you. Now that I think of it, I do hope you have not heard or seen any of that. You know how I forget myself, when my emotions get the better of me.”

There was a pause. Severus’ gaze rested on the trees before him; it followed, with obsessive intensity, the fall of each leaf that had surrendered to the sweet autumnal breeze.

“The students are back. They have been forced to. That tells us everything we need to know about the ministry's current state of affairs. Sev-Severus… Severus is headmaster.”

He stopped breathing at the mention of his name. His eyes reverted from the trees to where Minerva’s voice was emanating from, to the left of the marble wall. He blinked several times, rapidly: the pain in his chest was, for a moment, all he could feel or think of.

“I am still… I am still waiting, Albus”, Minerva went on, and her voice was weak, fragile, completely unlike her. “I will take anything.” There was a strange noise, almost like a strangled sob. She cleared her throat. “The smallest sign. The smallest proof that you… and Severus… have some sort of greater plan.”

He was only vaguely aware of the scene before him, of the wind and the screaming buzzards above him. They were flying in a circle – he didn’t wonder why. He simply stared at the trees and saw nothing but colourful, suffocating chaos, a blurriness he did not realise was unnatural.

“I looked at him, Albus… I tried to look him in the eyes, but he avoided me… he has brought death-eaters into the castle… he says nothing. Albus; he says nothing. Why is that? You cannot have been fooled that easily. You cannot have made that sort of mistake. That would be unlike you – and what he has done, it is unlike him. I know him. I know you. I – I -”

All so red… melting and mingling and filled with a strange perfume of petrichor…

“Albus, I need you to be lying to me. The both of you.”

She let out a small whimper, and it echoed through the marble walls, unashamed. It reached Severus, and its vibration gently passed through his body.

Tears dropped to the floor, on brown leaves. He did not register their sound.

“I would survive a lie. I would survive deceit, and cunning schemes, and foolish martyrdom – I can go through it all. But, Albus…”

She rested her head against the cold white stone, and so did he, on the other side of the grave.

“I cannot bear this truth.”

#snapetober #snapetober 2023 #pro snape #severus snape #minerva mcgonagall #albus dumbledore #angst #Severus and minerva #snapedom #severus snape fanfiction

[suchawrathfullamb]

Darling Machine - Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

The marble floor was freezing against his feet, despite the scorching heat outside that had him shaking. Will went to the sink, dunked his head, and let water run through his fingers like he had nowhere else to be. Which was very much not the case.

Letting out a resigned sigh, he checked himself out in the gold-framed mirror. Good enough. Nervously tapping his fingers on the sink, he tried to slow his breath, hoping to calm the pounding in his chest.

"It's fine. Everything is fine. I'm gonna be fine," he muttered, sounding more like a lunatic than someone consoling themselves. Three knocks on the door made his heart skip a beat. "It's time," some lady's voice said from outside. Another sigh, and he walked out into the fancy hotel suite.

A pile of clothes waited on the king-size bed, so he changed his shirt for the third time – the last one soaked in sweat. Buttoning up, he sprayed on something-something "Black Orchid" from the dresser and chugged his fourth water bottle in under thirty minutes.

Another knock, but this time the door swung open by itself, revealing a short brunette who barged in. "Number 34, let's go," she said, waving him along.

"Sorry, I'm—"

She shot him a quick look, sighed, and walked into the suite. "It's fine, just take these," she said, handing him a pill.

He eyed it suspiciously. "Just a light sedative," she reassured. "Everyone takes it. It's fine, just hurry up."

Dry-swallowing the pill, he followed her, shoving on his shoes as he walked out of the room.

The lady led the way, and Will trailed behind, surrounded by a mix of arrogant and fearful glances from the other contestants. He avoided direct eye contact, hoping the sedative would kick in soon.

They walked through a grand, golden elevator, went down a flight of marble stairs, and navigated a seemingly endless corridor before entering a colossal audience room. The mostly empty seats had a few people bustling around, observing as Will and the others made their way onto the stage.

Instinctively, he dodged as a tiny hand touched his face. A petite, red-haired woman stood in front of him, fussing over his hair. "Relax, just hair and makeup," she announced. He nodded, turning his gaze back to the audience below, where judgmental eyes scrutinized him.

Old. Disgusting.

His heart threatened to start pounding again, but the pill was working its magic, gradually calming him down. Despite the sweaty palms and weak legs, the massive, scorching light above him didn't help. Surveying the room, everyone looked good, polished. He felt like a complete mess. Maybe he was self-sabotaging on purpose? Yeah, perhaps. And maybe it was for the best; he didn't want this anyway. Before his mind could continue its internal debate, a voice boomed through a microphone.

"We're ready," Will glanced around and spotted a guy on a podium.

They started pouring in, filling the room and taking their seats. Oh god, oh god, this was really happening.

"Good evening, ladies and gentleman. I am your host, Jack Crawford, and I'll be guiding this fun journey we have ahead of us. Please grab your credentials, take your seats and… Welcome to Darling Machine,” Jack shouted, all pumped up and waving his arms towards the big, block letters in neon, above the stage where “Darling Machine” flickered. A loud song blasted through the speakers, practically bursting Will's eardrums.

“Let's begin, shall we?” Jack announced, but Will realized he missed a chunk of the introduction, barely had time to prepare, and it was already kicking off. He cleared his throat and straightened his back.

“Number one, please, come up,” Jack called, holding out a hand as some dark-haired dude strutted up the podium, under the harsh spotlight.

“Number one is thirty-two years old, a native English speaker, an Aquarius, and a dancer,” Jack chuckled. "A dancer? Very nice, very nice, number one."

They went on about useless details, everyone clapping, a few hands raised. “Very well, number one, you may go this way,” Jack informed, leading Number One off the stage. Will watched as the same brunette lady from earlier directed him to a room with the people who raised their hands.

They moved on to Number Two, Three, Four, Five… Number Six left crying because no hands were raised. Will's heart sank at the thought of that humiliation. He zoned out through Numbers Seven to Thirty-Three and snapped back when he realized he was next in line.

“Number Thirty-Four. Please, come up,” Jack held out a hand, and Will took it carefully.

Squinting at the blinding spotlight, Will barely caught Jack announcing his information. “Native English speaker, twenty-eight years old, athletic, an Aries, uh, fiery,” Jack teased, but Will couldn’t even force a smile. His ears blocked out the rest as he scanned the seats, thinking, who’s the least terrible one? As he was jolted back to reality, he saw a surge of hands. Surprised, he was led off the stage.

“This way,” the brunette said, guiding him.

He entered a wooden room with a big table, like a meeting room. Automatically moving to sit after standing on stage for a while, the lady took him by the elbow.

“No, no,” she said, dragging him. “You stand here, just a minute,” and she placed him at the center of the room, on the edge of the big table.

He waited a few minutes, people filing in, straightening himself up. He glanced at them but quickly turned his eyes to avoid direct contact. There were a lot of them, all taking seats while scrutinizing him. His hands got sweaty, heart raced, trying to catch a breath. He sighed deeply, swallowing hard.

“Shall we begin?” some other guy asked, standing next to him. “Alright, Mrs. DuMarier, please.”

Will's eyes darted up to quickly inspect who this was. A tall, blonde woman, probably in her forties, raised a whiteboard with “$100k” written in sharpie on it.

“We’re starting at a hundred thousand. Yes, Mr. Brown?” the guy directed his question to a dark-haired guy, couldn’t be more than thirty-something. Mr. Brown had “$400k” on his board.

“Four hundred, excellent. Yes, Miss Verger?” a very pretty and small woman, probably around Will’s age. She went for $700k.

Will tried to distract himself by studying the faces around the table. He was already feeling what he was told he would feel: dull, void. Blocking out emotions so you don’t feel the dread.

They spent a while raising boards, already past two million dollars. The guy leading the whole thing left the room and came back with a bunch of people, all standing at the door, looking curious.

“New record, impressive,” he heard someone say. Will didn’t know what to feel, what to think. Again, he was starting to understand why they all became so empty and dead-eyed.

As he looked at the people around the door, he spotted a guy leaning by the door. Tall, wearing a sleek navy and tailored suit that made his biceps pop out. Strangely attractive face, sharp and bold, pursed lips, eyes calm and squinting at him with a slightly tilted head. He averted his gaze when he realized he’d been staring probably open-mouthed.

At that point, they were reaching the five million mark, and suddenly his heart sank as they stopped raising boards. Who won? Oh my god, who won? Will's head nervously searched the room and regained focus as a man, looking slightly older than him, raised from his seat.

“Mr. Tobias Budge, congratulations… You have our most valued darling,” the guy announced.

Will felt a cold wave coursing through his whole body as Tobias Budge approached him, with a sinister satisfied look on his face. His arms were starting to raise to touch Will, and Will imagined his face didn’t betray the nauseating feeling he had inside. But before the man could touch him, a strong voice came up:

“I want him.”

Will immediately searched and found: the door guy. Oh god.

“Sorry, Tobias. May I?” the man said, reaching for Will’s card.

“You can’t just take him because you’re producing,” Tobias said, slightly annoyed.

“I’m not taking. I’ll raise whatever number you have,” the man said plainly.

Will just kept staring back and forth, as did the rest of the room.

“Well, it’s settled, then?” the other guy asked, looking at both. Tobias nodded, annoyed, as the other man nodded, signing his name on Will’s card.

“Congratulations, Mr. Lecter,” he said, and the whole room applauded with a seemingly jealous attitude, while some exchanged sly glances, laughing.

Will wanted to run fast and throw himself out of that window on the other side of the room. Should I invest time in this fic?

#lamb writes #don't worry darling #fic #fanfic #writing #writers #fic writer #hannigram #fic rec #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #hannibal lecter

[wazzappp]

I am a woman of weak will with no excuse for this @moosemonstrous thank you for being my most trusted enabler advisor and @cicada-candy thank you for your encouragement <3

WOE. GHOST RIDER MAGICAL GIRL AU HELLFIRE GALA FITS BE UPON YE.

Ok so the first genre is High fashion/Familiar themed!

Robbie is in something edgy and asymmetrical. Lots of variations in texture with solid, glitter and mesh areas. A fun grungy makeup style that I thought would suit him well. The more solid areas have a snakeskin texture that I'm not sure came through in the image export sorry lol. Delicate silver pieces help to balance out the harshness of the general aesthetic of the dress. Overall tried to mimic the slithering motion of a snake with the twisting pattern of his dress materials and made it a little more obvious with the snake bracelet.

Danny's focuses on layered sheer materials. Lots of feather and wing embroidery to connect him to his familiar. Nice silver chain around the waist to give the dress some shape and structure and help separate the top and bottom areas. Leg slit to create some interest so things aren't too symmetrical and boring (also you have moose to thank for the boob window lmao). A fun little wing pendant for the back detail ties it together pretty well I think.

JOHNNYYYYYYYYYY pulled a LOT of Avril Lavigne vibes and I'm honestly not sure why. I guess I just really wanted to see in some 'trashy' Y2K fashion (trashy in quotation marks cause I think it's COOL actually) and she's the first person that came into mind. Fur at the top of the dress contrasts with the shiny/glitter material on the rest of it. White tips on the ends of his boots and gloves because of Zaradogs lil sock feet <3. A fun ponytail with some black chain necklaces finishes everything pretty well.

FRANK. DIFFICULT AS ALWAYS. HAD to include fur I had to connect him to Cat-stle somehow. Other than that his look is very Matrix inspired. Very slick and fairly practical. SPIKY ass boots and a fun laceup back add some detail to the otherwise very simple fit. Some mesh areas on the jacket also include just a little bit of variation in texture.

BALLROOM LOOKS!! We getting FANCY.

Something light and fun for Robbie with LOTS of gradient chiffon. A more solid waist wrap to help eccentuate a more solid shape for the more drifting ends of the dress. I'm a sucker for sheer sleeves brother I have no excuse.

EEEEEE PRINCESS DANNY COMING THROUGH!! I LOVE how this one came out! Fun off the shoulder moment with gloves to make sure his arms don't look too plain. Faux silver corset that dissolves into layers of sheer glittery material to form a full length ballgown with lots of nice volume.

JOHNNY YOU GAVE ME TROUBLE. Wanted to include lots of geometric shapes (moose and I looked at QUITE A FEW reference images) so I was able to fit that in with the tessellation patterns on the sleeves and mesh sides, as well as the triangular shape of the top area of the dress. Tried not to overdo the gold glitter by limiting it to a strip down the middle with longer black panels on the sides.

Frank with a VERY classic look I'm a sucker for a square top. He's also got the fun mesh sleeves, this time with some lace patterns. Layered skirt with a bit of volume and glitter ends (I'm a SUCKER for glitter ends). Vibrant red top to show off his signature color with some ribbing to mimic a corset.

AFTER PARTY DRESSES. Fuckin. Euphoria lookin ass dresses. Idk man I just love these kinds of dresses and thought I would go ham at the end for one final nonsense fun look.

#Ive got no excuse brother #ok now to move on to fighting styles #playing dress up with them was a special kind of fun though for fucking real #I love going dress shopping so this was a blast for me #JEEZ did it ever take me a while though lmao #ghost rider magical girl au #ghost rider #my art #sketch #robbie reyes #danny ketch #johnny blaze #frank castle #woe. main tag be upon ye. fuck you #alright time to go to bed lmfao

[that-one-pretty-bitch]

“Who would possibly have the audacity to kidnap an Agriche, hm?” A blonde seethed, there was visible anger flashing in her blood red eyes

“Ah, my apologies for acting out of order. It seems that I am not alone in this room,” Roxana scanned her surroundings.

 There was another woman present, this woman seemed to be from a noble backgrounds based on her exquisite and exorbitant clothing.

“I accept your apology, however, you had every right to be displeased. After all, it is not common for noble women to be kidnapped so easily and judging your mannerisms, you don’t seem to be weak either,” Medea looked the blonde up and down.

The woman in front of her was a ravishing beauty with blood red eyes and dazzling gold hair. She had a mature, well developed body and wore a black lace dress that hugged her curves. Medea could see that this woman was just like her.

Evil was written all over this dazzling blonde.

“Weak? Oh, dear don’t make me laugh,” Roxana covered her face with her hand fan. Red lips curved into a devious smirk.

“You're quite full of yourself, aren’t you?” Medea hummed, seeing Roxana smirk through her fan.

“I have every right to be,” Roxana announced confidently

“I like you already, what is your name?” Medea inquired

“Roxana Agriche, how about you?” Roxana asked

“My name is Medea Solon, a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Medea held out her hand firmly.

Roxana held her hand and shook it back

“The pleasure is all mine,” She bowed

“It appears that there is a door, perhaps we should explore?” Roxana asked, she was tired of standing around.

“I suppose so, it's quite suspicious but I highly doubt anyone would harm us,” Medea muttered, as both women walked into the other room.

“Yona always says when life gives you lemons.. make lemonade..! Then sell it at a hefty price and then form it into a worldwide business which would give you many gold coins,” A brunette woman bragged to another blonde as the gentle-looking girl laughed.

This woman reminded Roxana of her mother Sierra

The angelic girl stood up with a gentle smile,

“Good evening ladies, I'm sure you found yourself in this room just like we have. My name is Rudbeckia Van Omerta,” She bowed, every step she took was filled with grace.

However the woman next to her was quite the opposite, she attempted to stand up but took a few seconds to gain her composure, and hit her arm against the wall.

“-and i’m Melissa,” She grinned and covered her mouth as soon as she saw Roxana

‘What was this feeling?’

She saw two breathtaking ladies standing in front of her, she could melt!

“Uhm, lady Melissa are you alright?” Ruby asked, she was quite worried for her new friend

Roxana giggled sadistically, she knew what was happening. Even women couldn’t resist her charm, how lovely.

“You both seem quite lively, you wouldn’t mind if we took a seat here right?” Medea asked, normally she would never ask anything politely but she would also never disrespect another woman.

“Of course not, take a seat,” Ruby looked excited. 

Roxana and Medea took a seat and turned to face the two girls they met.

The human mind is truly the scariest thing of all. Past pain and nightmares swirl through your thoughts along with happiness you want but can never truly find. It's the only way to understand a person. To find the deepest secrets. And that is where our journey begins, these are women who have been through similar experiences will end their suffering once and for all.

“Your maid sounds like quite the expert on finance!” Ruby giggled

Roxana lit up, finance was one of her favorite topics along with poisons and medicines.

“Yona likes anything to do with money,” Melissa sighed

Just then, two more women walked into the room.

“Uhm, apologies if we have interrupted but we would like to ask you ladies if you know where we are?” A brunette asked, her hair was much darker than Melissa’s. She had shiny blue crystal-like eyes and the woman next to her was a pinkette with bright golden eyes.

“We are not sure either but please do take a seat!” Ruby squealed, there were so many pretty girls!

Karina shyly gave Ruby a smile and cautiously took a seat next to Hilise

“Uhm, my name is Karina,” she spoke nervously

“...Hilise,” The pinkette uttered

“It's nice to meet you, Hilise and Karina!” Melissa beamed

“My my~ such gorgeous ladies you two are,” Roxana eyed them

“I do agree, the two of you look quite elegant,” Medea acknowledged

“Thank you,” Karina blushed slightly, she felt quite embarrassed

“Ah, thank you,” Hilise seemed bored and uninterested

“I wonder if more women will co-” Ruby started

“Excuse me? Is anyone here?” A blonde with jeweled eyes asked

“I think there might be people in that room-” A black haired girl nudged Athanasia

“Should we go in?” asked Kiera

“I suppose, we have nothing to lose after all,”Athanasia sighed as she opened the door

All eyes were on Athanasia and Kiera, who had now made their way inside

“G-good evening, my name is Kiera Parvis,” She bowed

While Athanasia stood her ground

“Athanasia De Alger Obelia, crown princess of the Obelian empire. It is a delight to meet you,” Athanasia spoke confidently.

Being crown princess she could not bow to these ladies like Kiera had

“Athy, you're a crown princess!?” Kiera was startled.

Roxana stood up,

“Well then lady Kiera, Princess Athanasia do sit down and join us,” She plastered a convincing smile so as not to scare the younger girls.

‘A princess, even a princess has been kidnapped’

Both girls were adjusting themselves when the door was opened once again

“I thought I heard voices in here,” A blonde with blue eyes walked in

“My name is Cayena,” She took a seat on the right of Roxana

“Uh, it's nice to meet everyone? My name is Penelope Eckart,” A girl from behind Cayena spoke, she had magenta hair and blue eyes.

“I apologize if i’m being rude but when do we leave? I’m sure father is quite worried for me,” Athanasia asked.

Roxana looked at the girl with interest, noble parents only saw their children as a tool for success. Her father cared for her? She must be very lucky.

Medea also felt that children were simply tools to be used by their parents, so it pleasantly took her by surprise.

Kiera’s stomach dropped, she wished her father would care about her like he cared about Cosette but he only looked at Cosette as his daughter and never herself

Karina’s heart shattered, she was glad to know that this girl's father cared about her but it made her realize how insignificant she was to her father. He had never once thought of her as a daughter.

Hilise closed her eyes and drowned out everyone's voices, she may have wanted love in her previous lives but she had enough. Love was pain, it was torture. She did not need a father figure in her life any longer. She wasn’t an innocent little girl like she used to be anymore.

Cayena ignored the comment. Her father had never been there for her because she was considered weak by her family.

Penelope didn’t understand. Her father loved her? Perhaps it was because Athanasia was his own child unlike her. Then again, it did not matter because she wasn’t the real Penelope anyway. 

Ruby faked a smile, it was truly so sweet Athy’s father cared deeply about her! Unlike her own father but at least she had Enzo and now she has Sir Ivan and Izek. She should be happy, but why was she feeling so hurt?

Melissa pouted, she wished her father would love her and not her brother for once. Everytime she loved she lost, she loved Ian, he cheated. She loved her brother, her brother loved Yuri. She loved her father, her father loved her brother. It just wasn’t fair! Was she not worthy of love?

“I’m sure it must be nice,” mumbled Hilise

“Hm?” Athanasia hummed

All eyes were on Hilise, what could she mean to say?

“I mean, it must be nice having a father that loves you,” Hilise muttered

“He didn’t always love me,” Athanasia looked away sadly

“What do you mean by that?” Roxana asked intrigued

“Well, you wouldn’t get it..” She shifted uncomfortably

“I think I might know what this is about,” Penelope spoke

“Were you also reincarnated and changed the plot?” Penelope asked, proving her risky question right when Athanasia’s face paled 

“How do you know-” Athanasia started

“It happened to me,” Penelope stated

“I was also reincarnated,” Roxana spoke up

“I was reborn seven times and killed each time, I don't know if its the same but if anyone would believe me it would be you,” Hilise said

“You- you're all like me!?” Ruby asked, she was so happy she wasn’t alone.

“It seems that bringing us all here wasn’t a coincidence,” Roxana hinted

“We all might have a common obstacle that we need to overcome together, even though i’m not one to rely on people,” Roxana placed a finger on her lip, she was thinking hard.

Then it hit her, ‘father’. When Athanasia mentioned about her father the mood had become gloomy, perhaps everyone is facing issues with their fathers.

“It may be stretch however I think all of us are surviving in awful conditions and our obstacles might be our fathers,” She concluded

“Roxana, you are quite impressive! Figuring that out so quickly must require quite the skills. I’m on your side, I do agree that my father has done unforgivable things but in my case it had been taken care of, I beheaded him some time back,” Medea laughed

“How wonderful! I’m sure he deserved it, you never fail to amaze me Lady Medea,” Roxana beamed

“You flatter me,” Medea blushed

( A/n: Ayo!? She blushed. Gay. Medea and Roxana tho >>> Ship?? )

“If you're alright with it, could you tell us what he did, Lady Medea? I would feel more comfortable sharing if I knew that you girls had issues similar to mine,” Karina asked

“I suppose so,” Medea nodded

“When I was younger, I had a nanny, she raised me. She was my mother figure. My father had one goal for me, it was to go down in history and I failed to do so. As a punishment he killed her in front of me,” Medea looked down, she still missed her nanny.

“I'm sure you will go down in history for being powerful. It's not everyday that I come across a woman like you Lady Medea,” Roxana pet her friends' hair.

She would see this man in hell and have her poisonous butterflies rip him apart piece by piece. 

“You lost your mother figure…?” Athy looked at Medea with pity, she couldn’t imagine losing Lily!

“Do not pity her princess, Lady Medea is not pitiful,” Roxana spoke sharply

“Ah, apologies,” Athy mumbled

(A/n: I couldn’t get to the other girls because I'm lazy  asf )

TBC

#athanasia #athanasia de alger obelia #wmmap #roxana agriche #wtptflob #medea solon #your throne #hilise inoaden #manhwa crossover #melissa podebrat #rudbeckia #how to get my husband on my side #Penelope eckart #caynena hill #vadtd #ditoeftv #tviam #karina #limited time extra #kiera parvis #actually i was the real one #yona whitefall #should this become a series?? #this was an experiment

[ilynpilled]

The golden armor, not the white, but no one ever remembers that. Would that I had taken off that damned cloak as well.

When I reach King's Landing I'll have a new hand forged, a golden hand.

Cersei might like that. A golden hand to stroke her golden hair.

I am not myself. He eased himself down until the water reached his chin. “Soiled my white cloak . . . I wore my gold armor that day, but . . ."

“Gold armor?” Her voice sounded far off, faint.

Jaime slid into the offered seat quickly, so Bolton could not see how weak he was. "White is for Starks. I'll drink red like a good Lannister."

She did as he bid her. "The white cloak . . ."

". . . is new, but I'm sure I'll soil it soon enough."

“That wasn't . . . I was about to say that it becomes you.”

When he was done, more than three-quarters of his page still remained to be filled between the gold lion on the crimson shield on top and the blank white shield at the bottom. Ser Gerold Hightower had begun his history, and Ser Barristan Selmy had continued it, but the rest Jaime Lannister would need to write for himself. He could write whatever he chose, henceforth. Whatever he chose . . .

"Robert's beard was black. Mine is gold."

"Gold? Or silver?" Cersei plucked a hair from beneath his chin and held it up. It was grey. "All the color is draining out of you, brother. You've become a ghost of what you were, a pale crippled thing. And so bloodless, always in white." She flicked the hair away. "I prefer you garbed in crimson and gold."

At its head Jaime stood at vigil, his one good hand curled about the hilt of a tall golden greatsword whose point rested on the floor. The hooded cloak he wore was as white as freshly fallen snow, and the scales of his long hauberk were mother-of-pearl chased with gold. Lord Tywin would have wanted him in Lannister gold and crimson, she thought. It always angered him to see Jaime all in white.

Ser Jaime Lannister, all in white, stood beside his father's bier, five fingers curled about the hilt of a golden greatsword.

Fissures had opened in his cheeks, and a foul white fluid was seeping through the joints of his splendid gold-and-crimson armor to pool beneath his body.

Glory wore trappings of Lannister crimson; Honor was barded in Kingsguard white.

His cloak was Lannister crimson, but his surcoat showed the ten purple mullets of his own House arrayed upon a yellow field.

"My lord," the lad asked, "will you be wanting your new hand?"

"Wear it, Jaime," urged Ser Kennos of Kayce. "Wave at the smallfolk and give them a tale to tell their children.”

“I think not." Jaime would not show the crowds a golden lie. Let them see the stump. Let them see the cripple.

Behind the lords came a hundred crossbowmen and three hundred men-at-arms, and crimson flowed from their shoulders as well. In his white cloak and white scale armor, Jaime felt out of place amongst that river of red.

Jaime Lannister wore a doublet of red velvet slashed with cloth-of-gold, and a golden chain studded with black diamonds. He had strapped on his golden hand as well, polished to a fine bright sheen. This was no fit place to wear his whites. His duty awaited him at Riverrun; a darker need had brought him here.

Jaime had thought long and hard about whether to wear his gold armor or his white to this meeting; in the end, he'd chosen a leather jack and a crimson cloak.

For an instant, the deep red clouds that crowned the western hills reminded him of Rhaegar's children, all wrapped up in crimson cloaks.

Seven bloody hells," he started, "who dares—" Then he saw Jaime's white cloak and golden breastplate. His swordpoint dropped. "Lannister?"

quotes specifically focusing on his hand:

“The boy is dead." Jaime had drunk three cups of wine, and his golden hand seemed to be growing heavier and clumsier by the moment.

His golden fingers were curved enough to hook, but could not grasp, so his hold upon the shield was loose. "You were a knight once, ser," Jaime said. "So was I. Let us see what we are now."

“Radiant." Fickle. "Golden." False as fool's gold. Last night he dreamed he'd found her fucking Moon Boy. He'd killed the fool and smashed his sister's teeth to splinters with his golden hand, just as Gregor Clegane had done to poor Pia. In his dreams Jaime always had two hands; one was made of gold, but it worked just like the other.

"Men shall name you Goldenhand from this day forth, my lord," the armorer had assured him the first time he'd fitted it onto Jaime's wrist. He was wrong. I shall be the Kingslayer till I die.

One of them wore the ruins of a crimson cloak, but Jaime hanged him with the rest. It felt good. This was justice. Make a habit of it, Lannister, and one day men might call you Goldenhand after all. Goldenhand the Just. The world grew ever greyer as they drew near to Harrenhal.

The weight of his golden hand had grown irksome. He fumbled at the straps that secured it to his wrist.

Well, what's one more broken vow to the Kingslayer? Just more shit in the bucket. Jaime resolved to be the first man on the battlements. And with this golden hand of mine, most like the first to fall.

Around him he glimpsed the faces of men he'd done his best to kill in the Whispering Wood, where the Freys had fought beneath the direwolf banners of Robb Stark. His golden hand hung heavy at his side.

then the subconscious conclusion:

"Is it?" She smiled sadly. "Count your hands, child."

One. One hand, clasped tight around the sword hilt. Only one. "In my dreams I always have two hands." He raised his right arm and stared uncomprehending at the ugliness of his stump.

I think the narrative that is being told in the color symbolism present in Jaime’s story is the realization that glory has no presence in the man he wants to become. He gradually realizes again the truth of the golden hand covering his stump being a golden lie. It is more an embodiment of his sins, a heavy burden he carries. True honor and change will not be wrapped in gold, and obviously not crimson. But this should not lead to the return of his cynicism, which is how he approaches this early on, and why he wants to delude himself about it. He greys, and he sheds the red and gold color. The white becomes him. The crimson & gold comes back when he does his duty for the horrid Lannister regime, when he sustains loyalty to his family, and emulates his father. Nonetheless, he keeps drawing nearer to the blank white shield at the bottom of his page and distancing himself from the crimson at the top. But maybe the lesson is that he cannot start over like that. Maybe his only choices are not the evil Kingslayer and the glittering Goldenhand the Just. Maybe he should just be Jaime. That white shield is tainted. Our good actions do not wash out the bad. They will exist simultaneously. You will never be the golden heir, the perfect pure white Just Knight. You are a crippled broken man. But that does not mean you cannot choose to continue living and keep pushing to change for the better:

“What else can I do, but die?”

“Live,” she said

Maybe the blank white shield is an impossible ideal not made for him. But what remains if he cannot be crimson, gold, or the pure white?

yet she knew it was him. “Even at a distance, Ser Jaime Lannister was unmistakable. The moonlight had silvered his armor and the gold of his hair, and turned his crimson cloak to black.”

He was always meant to be a grey character. Why don’t we mix that black & white?

#something about the gold of his armor and hair being silvered turning closer to white and his crimson cloak turning black #and it is the moon #the graceful crescent during the night he decided to live #and its as early as agot?:?): #i love being delusional guys #asoiaf #jaime lannister #valyrianscrolls #asoiaf meta #also the ‘Jaime resolved to be the first man on the battlements. And with this golden hand of mine most like the first to fall’ #he is at it again oml #frank reynolds ‘sulclde is badass’ on loop #anyway the build up works very well with the vows of taking the black

[not-so-allegiant-general]

I shoud open an Ao3 just to leave it there, and i shoud work on that more, but for now i will leave it here for your amusment. It's longer than usual but worth it i hope. Let's call it for now:

Play with me the game of treason

When Kylo was leaving Hux was General in command of Finalizer. But when he was back after few months he faced Chancellor Hux. In command of whole FO fleet. Hux was sitting on his throne, smoking and waiting. His coat still black but now with red lining. His stripes gold and his vibro blade visibly placed in the holster on his thigh. A warning and a promise. There was dare in his eyes and confidence in his posture.

"Supreme Leader. We awaited your return." He put out his cigarette. Kylo stared at him with lips pressed together, ready to attack. He grabbed his saber when Hux stood up but Chancellor only smirked and took a sidestep. Kylo came closer slowly and sat down eyeing him. Hux stood before him.

"We successfully took over all rebellious cells. Core worlds are ours. System by system they are pledging their loyalty to First Order."

Kylo was silent  for a brief moment.

"What have you done to Supreme Council?" Hux smiled coldly.

"No need for Supreme Council when Supreme Leader is not around."

"What have you done to them Hux.?"

"Nothing. I forced them to obey. That's all." Kylo snorted.

"Even Pryde?"

"Especially Pryde"

"Supreme Leader!" Pryde stormed into the room "This usurper... "

"That's not a proper way to address your commanding officer Allegiant General." Kylo smiled.

"Indeed." Hux added looking at Pryde. Pryde clenched his jaw and fell silent. "Nor a proper way to behave in presence of a Supreme Leader."

"Indeed." Kylo echoed his words, amused and glanced at Pryde. There was a fight in his eyes but light touch od force quickly ended it. Pryde kneeled down on one knee.

"Supreme Leader. I just wanted to inform you that during your absence General Hux."

"Chancellor. As i have heard. "

"Yes but..."

"If he managed to gain his rank than it's his. It's not my fault that you were too weak to resist. Aren't you going to kneel Chancellor? You did not welcome me properly either."

"I don't kneel." Hux said. Not anymore. Kylo tilted his head and hummed quietly.

"Very well... You can go Allegiant General. I have to talk with Chancellor in private." Pryde stood up and turned around on his heel. When he was in the middle of the room Hux said:

"Did i dismissed you, Allegiant General?" And to Kylo's surprise Pryde froze. The wave of crushing hate flew through the force. "I thought so." Pryde stood there with clenched hands and practically shaking with rage, but waiting "Dismissed." Ren felt shiver, down his spine and tingling in his fingers. The power and confidence was something that he was not used to receiving from Hux. He should be worried that Pryde was willing to listen to Hux's orders more than to his but at that moment he only felt burning want. Hux watched him for a brief moment smiling. "Orders, Supreme Leader?"

"You ask as if you would be willing to follow them."

“Oh I am. Eager to follow.” Kylo sniffed pressing his back to the throne, Hux smiled amused. “So easy to read without this atrocious thing on your face. “ He shook his head.

“What do you want?”

“What do you offer? I already have a title and loyalty of the people. Why would I keep you around.”

Yes. Why Would you.

“To keep appearances."

“Good boy.” Hux grabbed his jaw tightly. “Killing your predecessor brings bad luck.” Kylo lost his ability to think somewhere between words good and boy. He only stared at Hux’s face “ Other than that, I would gladly keep you for my own amusement.”

“As you kept Pryde? What have you done to him?”

“I threatened that I will take Steadfast from him.” Kylo tilted his head.

“Just that?”

“Just that. You have to understand, if Pryde had a wife and genuinely loved her, the threat of taking away Steadfast would still work better than killing said wife.” Ren nodded slowly looking at vile spark in Hux’s eyes. He looked like a cat playing with his prey.

“But you will take if from him.”

“Of course. Not yet. “ Hux let off his jaw “ But I will. Till then, I will let him regain stability, I will let him feel safe. He will thrive under prise, he will think that he was forgiven, that he can have a fresh start, that he is important. I will let him command this ship, gain victories. And when he will be at his top, I will rip it from him, with one order not even delivered by myself personally just send through official channel. As if he was just meaningless, not needed dirt. Which, of course, he is.” Kylo smirked

“So much work and thoughts into this meaningless dirt.” He mocked. Calling Hux out felt good. He saw the movement of Hux’s hand before Hux managed to slap him. Kylo caught his wrist in tight grip so strong that Chancelor squirmed. “I am no Pryde. I won’t play your games, Hux.”

“You already have. And you would like my games, Supreme Leader, you would love them.” He smiled.

“How can you be so sure, Chancellor? “ Kylo mused letting off of his wrist. Hux done everything to hide his obvious pain and put his hands behind his back.

“Just a feeling. But for now if you refrain from participating in my games. Let’s make a deal. I will run your Empire, grant you your power over me. You will secure my position and cooperate. That’s all I want.”

“Cooperate.” Kylo repeated.

“Yes, cooperate. Listen. Acknowledge. Consider. Decide. Like a good Leader you want to be, because you want to be…”

“Enough.” Hux only smiled smugly and fell silent waiting in parade rest. Kylo nodded. “Fine. Let it be your way. I agree.”

“Orders, Supreme Leader?”

“You are dismissed, Chancellor. For now.” Hux pressed his lips together chewing the inner side of his cheek.

“Very well.” He said and spined on his heel. Kylo watched his back. Hux stopped by the door. “You would do wise moving us from this system, Supreme Leader. We should regroup and rethink our future in safer part of galaxy.” Hux glanced at him. Kylo listen in silence, nodded and said.

“I will consider it.” He answered. Hux smiled and bowed his head slightly. Kylo almost could hear words forming in Chancellor mind.

Good boy.

“I will be in my quarters”

He was stating a fact as well as inviting. Kylo nodded again. He found himself before Hux’s quarters few hours later. Chancellor was inside. Hux did not had his uniform on, he was covered in black silk robe. It made him look even paler, etheric even. Ren froze.

“Come in, if you already let yourself in.” Hux murmured from behind his glass. It was filled with wine. “Rude.” He added under his breath taking another sip. Kylo took a few steps.

“Are you drunk?”

“Relaxed.” He sighed putting away the glass. Kylo stood before his desk looking at his almost bare chest where his dog tag was visible. "Rude" Hux repeated almost playfully. He was definitely drunk. Kylo stated.

"What?"

"It is rude to stare. Supreme Leader." Kylo quickly shift his gaze from his chest to his face.

"I decided that we will move from this system. I leave you the decision regarding our destination, Chancellor."

"Wrong" Kylo blinked.

"What did you said ?"

"I said wrong, Ren. That's not how you issue an order." Hux traces edge of the glass with his finger, Kylo found himself staring again. Pale, long fingers gliding smoothly on a wet glass. "Your subordinates don't get to decide. The decision is your privilege. You don’t gave it away, even if it's a burden. What you can do is demand suggestions." Kylo followed Hux hand with his eyes, transfixed. Hux place it flat on his desk. "One more time."

"We will move from this system." Kylo raised his eyes to look at Hux "I expect you to provide information what systems would be the best" he ordered and added "Chancellor" after a brief moment. He could swear that Hux shivered or maybe he imagined that part. But Chancellor's eyes was sparkling either with amusement or something else. Kylo could swear it was lust but he was too scared of thinking he imagined that part too.

"Better. Good. What a... "

"Call me boy one more time Chancellor and you might found yourself breathless." He hissed.

"Is that a threat or a promise, Ren?" Hux tilted his head watching him. "Or both. Perhaps." He smiled.

"You have your orders, Chancellor."

"They will be obeyed. But you didn't come here to give me my orders, Supreme Leader. So why did you came?" He stood up to take another glass from a cupboard. His long legs did things to Kylo. Things that were hidden for a long time, and the fact that Hux was bare foot didn’t help at all. Ren breathed out slowly and Hux placed a glass with wine before him looking at him almost with pity. Kylo already lost this game. He knew that. He knew since he saw the robe. Since he caught a glimpse of Hux's freckled shoulder. There was no need to pretend anymore. So maybe he shouldn’t. Kylo grabbed the glass and came over to sit on a couch. It seemed to surprise Hux but he looked surprised only for a moment. Then he pretended he did not care. And Kylo understood suddenly. Hux was used to people wearing masks, playing games, lying. But he was not used to honesty. Ren dropped his eyes looking at the wine.

"The game you want me to play. Does it includes getting you?" Hux almost choked on his wine as if he wasn't sitting here almost naked flirting with him for at least last seven minutes.

"Excuse me?" And Kylo smiled because Hux really looked taken off guard.

"It was quite simple question Chancellor... "

"It was crude."

"But honest."

"I suppose." Hux said, suddenly looking not even half as drunk as he was a second before. He took a sip of his wine but Kylo knew he is carefully watched, assessed, dissected. "Yes. I get First Order, you get an illusion of power and me. That's the game. No more decisions for you. You keep your title but every step you made, every word you say as a Supreme Leader is planned by me."

Kylo took a sip of his wine.

"Do you come with that robe?" Hux snorted not knowing alone if he is more offended or amused. He shook his head.

"Brute. I come with the robe and much more. I think... " He stood up "I think, you will be found of my taste in clothing." The glass fell on the ground when Hux straddled his legs. "You will clean that carpet personally,  Lord Ren."

Kylo snorted

"It seems you come not only with a robe but with certain attitude too." He felt sharp tug in his hair. He hissed and found Hux's face very close to his own.

"Indeed. But you are too invested to refuse aren't you?" And, force be dammed, he was.

Kylo was used to being someone's puppet. Used to saying words that wasn't his, used to keeping himself in line, watching every step. Used to not being able to understand what is going on around him. But he was not used to intimacy. To Hux in his silk robes and sheer, laced lingerie. To waking up by Hux and to falling asleep watching him working. He got used to it very quickly, though. To his touch, his prise, his sweet, promising words. To his warm, living body. And to certain attitude that Hux had. And oh how blind he was, how deaf and unaware. He should know better, he should really know better. And somehow, deep inside his mind he knew. From the beginning he knew but he pushed this thoughts away.

He will thrive under prise, he will think that he was forgiven, that he can have a fresh start, that he is important. I will let him command this ship, gain victories. And when he will be at his top, I will rip it from him.

But as Kylo said before. He was no Pryde. And yet the feeling of betrayal slipped into his throat, found home in his heart and he knew it will stay there for a while. It took a form of Chancellor Hux, in his black robe, with monomolecular blade in his hand. With the same blade at Kylo's throat. Kylo wanted to scream, he wanted to cry. He wanted to destroy that man and then he wanted to apologize to him. Because as now betrayal, before love found a way to him, slipped unnoticed and silently into his mind and into his body, leaving him desperate and torn.

He had month to prepare for this meeting. Chancellor Hux had only a day as he was realised from bacta tank. Almost twenty eight broken bones and yet he stood before Kylo without traces of fear. He look tired and sick. But proud, even leaning on a cane. They were alone.

"You wanted to see me. Supreme Leader." Hux said silently.

"You wanted to kill me. Chancellor. You what..? Seduced me? And then struk when i felt safe?"

"That was the initial plan, yes."

"initial." Kylo echoed watching Hux. He had the audacity to look almost ashamed.

"You were a reason of a great deal of pain in my life. It was only fair to return the favour. But i know you knew. Maybe not from the beginning, but you knew. You just choose to ignore that knowledge. You let me hurt you or at least try to. Why?"

"it was only fair. " Kylo whispered " And at the end i was deluding myself that you won't. That sweet, golden cage you placed me in. I was eager to stay. Forever."

Hux nodded staying quiet for a while, he raised his eyes to look at him.

"That's why i had to do it. A cage is not a place for you, Ren. And living in an illusion is not a life for me. Even if i will lose it now."

"You won't. You are to be back to your duties Chancellor." Kylo said what he decided even before Hux raised a blade against him. "But the time you have now. Remember that it is borrowed. I may hesitate to take your life. But my knights won't. Remember that, next time you will be planning treason."

Kylo put knights between them. He told himself it is for the best but the fact was that he was hiding behind them like a scared child. He feared seeing Hux, he feared that he will not want to resist him. But every day without him was a torment and every week a longing. And when he went to Hux's quarters he knew he can't just turned around. Hux opened when he requested entrance and observe him as Kylo walked inside in silence.

"No more games. We've had enough of them." He said carefully. Hux tilted his head and nodded. And when he took out blade from the holster Kylo flinched. Hux froze for a moment and the set it carefully on the table and walking a few steps away.

"No more." He agreed. Kylo breathed out slowly and nodded. His saber flew from his belt and landed next to the blade.

"We could say we are even. I almost killed you, you almost killed me."

"We could say that." Hux sat down slowly on the couch. " What do you want?"

"Honesty, loyalty, respect, autonomy and you. Even if i wanted to forget about you i can't. That you made sure of." Hux smiled. It was a tired smile, lost. "What do you want, Armitage?"

"I want... I though i want you dead. But the second i saw your eyes i knew i made a mistake." He closed his eyes " for a while i thought that i want you to kill me but then i was clinging to life just to see you again. You can lie to me Ren, you can do whatever you want with me, i still have some bones that weren't broken yet. You can lock me in a cage, no matter will it be golden or not." He looked at him. "I just want to be close to you. And don't ask me why i don't know. I can't make any sense out of this."

Kylo sat down next to him touching his hip, Hux hissed. Kylo backed off slowly moving away the robe, there were still bruises on Hux’s body. Deep blue and purple spots staining almost white skin.

“I don’t want to harm you.” Kylo said breathlessly.

“Harm me.” Hux kept his eyes on Ren’s hand. “I deserve it.”

Kylo shook his head “No. Quit provoking me, Hux. No more games.”

Hux hummed quietly raising his eyes to look at him for a moment.

“Harm me because I need it, then.” He said.

Their first alliance was sealed with lies and  broken with blade. The second was sealed with pain, tears and pleasure. It was unstable, shaky, torn and dangerous. But it lasted.

And Kylo soon discovered that not everything about Hux was just a sweet lie. He thought that now Chancellor will drop the appearances. Drop the robes and expensive lingerie. But it seems to be a permanent part of him. As well as his attitude. When Ren asked Hux just smiled amused.

"Best lies are entirely true." He answered stretched on the bed. "And honestly, you think i would buy myself a whole wardrobe of sleepwear just to woo you?"

"Yes."

Hux fell silent.

"Alright, i would but i didn't." Kylo laughed. "I have them for quite a while now. Stop flattering yourself by thinking that I am wearing all of this for you. I don’t. " Hux smiled and his eyes tired. Kylo snorted.

“Sure.”

But something did change. In Hux. He was more humane, more tired, more warm. And Ren could appreciate that. Not just staged, false image of perfection, but the realness and honesty of it all. The fact the he got to see the face of Chancellor that no one ever could. Hux would probably call it a weakness, Kylo did not agreed. And yet there was something dangerously tempting in the knowledge that Hux let himself be weak in his presence.

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