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mea culpa (m.m) - two

SUMMARY: "mea culpa" (exclamation - noun/legal term)

used as an acknowledgement of one's fault or error.

↪ in which matt murdock accidentally falls in love with the district attorney's daughter. (masterlist + playlist)

warnings: afab reader/fem pronouns, age gap, smut, p in v, choking, unprotected sex, semi-public sex. and also swearing, naturally.

MINORS DNI - this has been clearly marked as having explicit content and with these clear warnings in place, you are reading this whilst being aware of said content and i bare no responsibility for what you to choose to consume. with that in mind, if someone who a) does not have their age in their bio or b) does so and is a minor, you will be blocked.

thank you so much for such a positive response to this series so far!! it really means the world to me and if you would like to be tagged, please let me know <3

-jazz (@dameronology)

It was a little hard to stop thinking about Matthew Murdock over the next few days.

Nevermind the fact he’d left hickeys all over your neck - it was the fact he was texting you every few hours with absolutely indescribable fantasies that made it difficult to think about anything else. Your blood would run cold every time your phone buzzed, just on the off chance that one of your friends, or god forbid your father, see your phone screen. It put you on edge in the best way. This entire thing was already beyond fucked up for more than one reason and yet, you wanted more. So much more.

Can’t wait to taste you again.

Can’t wait to hear you scream my name again.

Hope you haven’t been thinking about anyone else.

And it was funny, really, because Matt was a perfectly respectable man from the outside. Quiet, unassuming, a dry sense of humour - you never would have taken him of all people to be the one to make you feel so fucking alive. It wasn’t just how good he was in bed, but rather the thrill of it all. Nothing got your motor running like a situation’s potential to disappoint your father but hey. That was for your therapist to deal with.

Of course, your father had asked several questions about where you’d disappeared too after the gala on Friday. He was more concerned about it had looked for him, and to have his daughter run out on a big charity event. Your mother had been less worried about that part, and more about her vintage Chanel suit. You’d settled both their worries by a) telling your father you’d had stomach problems (because who was gonna ask about that?) and b) promising to send the Chanel off to a dry cleaner.

It was on a slow Monday afternoon - exactly three days after you’d met him - that Matt sent you a not so dirty text. It was so casual, in fact, that it caught you more off guard than any of the filth he’d sent you over the weekend.

Wanna grab lunch?

“Are you okay, honey?”

You blinked, eyes shooting up to your best friend. Okay, maybe not a best friend - those were hard to come by in high-society. She was your most tolerable friend. It had been her idea to get martinis for lunch. Your idea of fun wasn’t exactly sitting around with five rich girls and their daddy’s credit cards but it wasn’t like you had work to do, right?

Part of you so badly wanted to tell them about the escapade over the weekend - about how much better an older guy was than all their ridiculous, frat-house boyfriends, and how good he’d made you feel. But did you trust them? Not with your damn life. And for risk of being cut out of your father’s will, you figured it was something to keep to yourself.

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat. “I gotta ditch. My dad needs me to get something from his office.”

Grabbing your jacket - a tan Chanel parka, naturally - you slid out of the booth and straight out of the restaurant. Matt’s number was dialed into your phone before you even hit the street.

“Matthew, hi!” you greeted him. “I’m down for lunch.”

“Perfect,” you could hear the smile in his voice. “Wanna come by my office?”

“Sure. Want me to grab takeout?”

“It’s okay. I already have lunch here.”

“Okay. Text me the address.”

–

The Nelson & Murdock office wasn’t too far from where you’d been. Hell’s Kitchen wasn’t exactly your stomping ground but your Uber had dropped you off right outside, and you had a taser in your bag. Not to mention the years of Krav Maga and karate that you’d done in high school and college. You could have been a damn vigilante if you wanted to.

It was the shorter, Nelson half of Nelson and Murdock that saw you first. He seemed taken aback at first - maybe by your expensive appearance, but also maybe because every other person in the room was a middle-aged man there for free legal advice. By the looks of your Chanel bag and red-soled shoes, he figured you probably didn’t need any legal advice for free. Especially not from him. It seemed much more apparent that you had the likes of Jeri Hogarth in your pocket should you need any legal assistance.

“Hello. Hi.” Foggy greeted you with wide eyes. “Do you have an appointment?”

“Uh, no,” you turned around to face him, sticking out your hand. “You’re Nelson, right?”

“I am Nelson,” he replied, shocked look still not faltering. “How do you know my name?”

“I’m a friend of Matt’s,” you explained. “I don’t suppose he’s around?”

Speak of the devil. Your conversation was cut short by Murdock’s entrance. He looked hot in a suave sort of way; tie loosened around his neck, top button undone and sleeves rolled up. It was the first time you’d seen him since you’d left his apartment early on Saturday morning and frankly, you didn’t know how to act. Most of the men you slept with didn’t invite you to their offices for lunch - hell, most of them didn’t have offices.

“Hey, Murdock,” you gave him a small wave.

“Hey - come in,” Matt shot you a grin, ushering over to his own office in the corner.

It was neater than you’d thought it would be; there was a laptop perched on his desk, with a braille translator and a stack of legal files. They were probably the same legal files your dad had, just..the other side of the story. After all, Nelson and Murdock were known for looking out for the little guy. That was much more admirable than daddy dearest and his famously corrupt evidence.

“Your shirt fits better today,” you commented, shrugging off your jacket. “That’s a real shame.”

“Is that a comment about my arms or the way I dress?”

“I think you know that it’s about your arms.”

You pushed aside the files, hopping up onto Matt’s desk. He had you caged in within a second, broad hands gripping your hips and guiding you up into a kiss. It was a little softer than the ones you’d shared on Friday night - there was less heat; a causal air to it. You didn’t think it was possible to miss the lips of a man you’d fucked exactly once.

“So,” you murmured against him. “You said you had lunch here.”

“I do,” Matt gave you a shit-eating grin. “You.”

“Matthew!” you hissed, hitting his shoulder. “Did you seriously invite me over here just for a fuck?”

“Not exactly!” he quickly replied, raising his hands in surrender. “I wanted to check in with you and see how you were.”

“Oh, okay,” you raised an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised. “I’m not too bad. I was having lunch with some of my friends when you texted-”

Matt suddenly attached his lips to your neck, teeth gently nipping on the same mark he’d left a few days ago. You didn’t mean to let out a moan, but how could you not?

“Matthew!” you exclaimed again.

“No, go on!” he stopped for a second. “I’m listening. You were having lunch with your friends and…”

“And you texted and I was bored, so I left and - Jesus fucking Christ, that feels so good.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “You left your friends to see me?”

“I would leave my dying Aunt Betty’s bedside to see you,” you said. Without a second thought, you grabbed him by the tie and pulled him back towards you. “Enough catching up. I’m good to have lunch now.”

He gave you a grin and a few moments later, his hands found your way under your ass. Matt shoved aside the pile of legal papers and moved you further onto the desk, lips back on your neck and working a thousand times harder than they had before. Instinctively, you tangled a hand in his hair and just let him have at it.

The build-up wasn’t as tense as it had been the first time you fucked, but that was because Matt knew you better now. He pretty much had you memorised; the ticklish spot on your neck, the most sensitive spot on your hips, the way you liked his nails to dig into your back just enough to hurt. That was just a testament to him. Who else would remember that? Who else would take the time to learn what you liked after just once?

“Not that I don’t enjoy this,” Matt paused for a second. “But my lunch break isn’t that long. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna have to be quick.”

“You’re real cheap, Matthew Murdock,” you scowled. “Do you invite all girls over here for a fuck disguised as lunch and then rush them?”

“No, not all of them,” he shot back. “Some are more breakfast kinda gals-”

“- oh shut the fuck up.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him back into a kiss. Matt couldn’t help but smile against you - at how badly you wanted him, how you chastised him but still didn’t stop him.

It was in that moment that you thanked every deity there was that you’d chosen to wear a skirt that day. But frankly, you wouldn’t have given a fuck if Matt had ripped your Versace mini-skirt to shreds. He would have been okay with that too, especially if it meant you have to borrow a shirt of his to leave in.

Still, Matthew Murdock was nothing if not respectable - at least enough so not to destroy your designer clothes. Instead, he simply pushed it up, large hands making their way to your ass cheeks and giving one of them a light slap. You froze when he did - how many clients were out there in the waiting room right now? Even with the blinds closed and the door shut, how many of them could hear what was going on?

“Problem?” Matt paused.

“There are people out there who could hear us-”

“- not with the air conditioning on. Foggy always has it going. Don’t worry.”

You scowled. “How do you know that?”

“Just do.”

Matt wasted no time in resuming his activities. Grabbing you by the hips again, he lifted you with ease and spun you around so that he was the one on the desk, and you were in his lap. The friction of his hard-on in his trousers against your core was almost unbearable and he could tell you were desperate by the way your grip on him suddenly tightened.

“Look at you,” he grinned. There was something about the way his voice dropped four octaves every time he was about to fuck you. “You’re calling me sloppy but you’re gagging for it, aren’t you?”

You let out a small grumble, shaking your head. “I thought you didn’t have time to tease?”

“You’re lucky that I don’t have time to do a lot of the things I want to do to you, sweetheart,” he said. “Everyone out there would be able to hear me fucking you if I didn’t have to be back in twenty minutes.”

“Matthew,” you growled. “I don’t care how long you have - if you’re not inside me in the next thirty seconds, I’m going somewhere else.”

“I didn’t think there would be many men around at this time willing.”

You let out a derivative snort, acrylic nails dragging down his neck and hand settling ever so gently on his throat. “You think I don’t have plenty of offers? You’re not the only man who can make me scream.”

It was almost like your words awakened something in Matt. In a flash, he’d pulled you off the desk and positioned you against it; there was the sound of his belt and a second later, his dick was inside you. Rock hard and beautiful, and the perfect length to have you clenching around him in mere fucking seconds.

He wasted no time in pounding into you from behind, one hand tangling his fingers with yours on the desk and the other wrapped around your throat. You had complete and utter trust in him and maybe that was why you placed your own hand over his and encouraged him to squeeze harder.

Matt’s movements were rapid and consistent: time was of the essence after all, and there was no way in hell he was going back to work until you came.

It didn’t take much, to be honest. Not when you had his gruff voice muttering things in your ear. It was hard not to make noise then - Matt moved his hand from your throat accordingly, clutching it over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your moans. What an ass. Not to mention that it only made you even fucking louder.

“Do they make you feel this good?” he teased. “Do they?”

He managed to hit the right spot over and over and it wasn’t long before you felt that knot in your stomach. It was a plunge; like a plane falling out of the sky, anything that caused a sharp drop in your gut. The room was practically spinning around you as you came undone, red acrylics digging into the skin of Matt’s arm for some kind of relief.

“There we go, sweetheart,” Matt murmured. He softened his pace, slowing down for a minute to revel in his own high. “Good girl.”

He released his hand from your mouth, chest heaving against your back for a minute as you both came down from your respective orgasms. A broad arm wrapped around your waist, steadying you. Matthew Murdock was a gentleman, even when he was rearranging your guts.

You slowly turned around to face him, pulling him into another desperate kiss.

“Are you free tomorrow night?” Matt softly asked.

“Yeah, I am,” you ran a hand down his chest, faltering for a second. “Why? You gonna take me out for dinner?”

“Yeah, but an actual meal. It’s not a euphemism, I promise,” he gave you a grin.

You returned the gesture for a minute, a wide smile on your face - but then it faltered. “Matthew, I would love for you to take me on a date, and I adore spending time with you but…”

“But what?”

“My dad,” you groaned, dropping your head into his shoulder. “If anyone catches me with you, I’m done for - as hot as that is.”

Matt couldn’t help but chuckle. “Okay, fine. What if we just hang out at my apartment and get take out? You can dress like a slob and no-one will see us.”

“Yeah, that sounds great,” your smile quickly returned. “But I am not dressing like a slob. I wear Chanel or I wear nothing.”

“I would much prefer if you wore nothing.”

tags: @walkintheprk @lunarxeclipse

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damedamedame · 4 years

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hihi! can I request hc's of teru, akane, and hanako's s/o being such a simp for them? Like giving them small sweet notes, and all those cute stuff. And it continues even after they were dating alr 🥺🥺

VARIOUS X READER - REQUEST

- “You’re a Simp? Understandable, have a good day.”

NOTES: WRITING SIMPS ARE SURPRISINGLY HARD???

TERU MINAMOTO X READER

...

Who isn’t though--

You were known to be one of the biggest simps for Teru Minamoto, Prince and Student Council President of Kamome Gakuen.

I mean, like everyone else but like

h u g e s i m p e n e r g y

like myself

You would always greet him every single morning with a ‘Good Morning, Minamoto!’ and with a ‘See you tomorrow, Minamoto!’ once you see him leave.

Everyone knew you wouldn’t stop, even Teru himself.

Which was good.

Because he

may or may not be

simping for you too—

mY HE A RT WE NT B RR BRR 💕

Listen, he saw you as a boss-type fangirl at first because of all the love notes you leave on his desk, the little presents that were left on the table in the Council Room which he would have to ask Akane about and just,, you in general.

He didn’t actually mind at all !! the chocolate-chip cookies you put on his desk one morning could even rival Kou’s.

Mhm yes the cookies won him over—

wai where was i

oH YES

THEN he realized that he was starting to like you simping for him,, A LOT ACTUALLY—

He couldn’t bear the thought of you doing these sort of things to someone else,,

Then,, ended up falling for the little things about you hard--

When you arrived to say ‘Good Morning, Minamoto!’ to him in the entrance, guess who pulled you aside to personally say

‘I.. really am starting to like you, (L/N), can we.. go out?’

Yes, it was Teru and your mind still locks this precious memory away in the back of your head.

And no, the simping did not stop after you started dating him.

Not at all.

You gave him kisses and hugs every time you saw him, which he would gladly return.

Especially if he was having a rough day and just needed your comfort.

He thinks you’re cute when you rush over to him and give him the biggest hug when he enters the classroom.

Everyone still can’t f uc king believe you got him, but here you were, receiving a little kiss on the forehead with your arms wrapped around him.

“You’re so cute, (Y/N).”

AKANE AOI X READER

lil heads up that this was supposed to be really angsty but then chapter 71 happened and i CANNOT HURT THIS BOY ANY LONGER—

You?? You’re simping on the biggest simp?? oH MY GO--

A VV CONFUSED AF BOY

WHY ARE YOU, OF ALL PEOPLE, SIMPING FOR THE AOI SIMP????

Akane feels a little, or ve r y, awkward at first because?? um?? w h y ????

Even he knows he’s a big simp for Aoi, so why are you simping for him ??

As I said, vv confused.

Eventually, after having to deal with the many presents (how do you even have energy for this) and the amount of flirts you give him, he gets used to it :’))

An F in the chat for (Y/N) !!

Because he !!

*drumroll noises*

bRushEs yOu oFf 👁👄👁

Look, he has one goal and one goal only and it is all for Aoi—

You might have to give up on this one, even if it h ur t.

Perhaps you’ll do him a favor and start befriending Aoi to help Akane, even if it really really hurts to do so.

Unrealistic as fuck, I know, but deal with me rn :’3

When he sees you befriending Aoi, he is 99% sure you’re stealing her away from him for revenge.

May have brought a bat whenever he sees you, just sayin—

Although

He hears you both talking and

“You know, Akane is actually really good boyfriend material ! Maybe give him a chance, yes??”

Are—

Are you being his wingman???

For some reason, his simp has turned into his matchmaker and he just. doesn’t know what to feel.

‘Thank you?? But?? Aren’t you supposed to be simping for me?? Why are you helping—‘

You interrupted his thoughts with a cheeky grin on your face,

“I hope get you with her, Aoi :’>”

Don’t ask Akane why he’s frustrated with this outcome or you will get hit on the head with a bat.

You guys becomes friends after a while of suffering in confusion from him and after many many explanations that you just wanted to help him haha brr

And after a few months of banter

Let’s just say

There’s gonna be

A simp reversal

Because he definitely did not just notice the beautiful twinkle in your eyes, the way your smile makes his face flush all too suddenly, or how you just astound him in the most unexpected way.

“I... might have a problem, Ao-chan.”

“Akane, just give them a chance already.”

HANAKO - KUN X READER

What?? Where are all these gifts outside his stall suddenly coming from??

Much like Akane, poor ghost boy is also vv confused. When he finally catches the imposter heh, he’s shocked to see someone he thought he’d never see in,, forever.

You two were actually really good friends when you both were alive before !!

Hanako remembers you vividly.

You were always there to cheer him up whenever he came up with a new bruise.

Always sending him little love notes in class when you had nothing else to do.

Late night chats as you both walked each other home.

He always thought you were beautiful, but dangerous.

Falling in love with his old best friend was something he didn’t want, especially since ruining your friendship with him was not part of the plan.

WHY DOES HE NOT SEE HOW MUCH YOU SIMPED FOR HIM????

LIKE SM CONFUSION???

EVERYONE LITERALLY THOUGHT YOU WERE DATING—

Little did you know that Hanako did see that but was vv unsure because ✨insecurities✨

Anyways

You were back in his life now, as a ‘student’ who was def not a ghost. Nope. Not at all.

Everyone thought you were weird because you just?? kept visiting that particular stall?? and always left a hella lot of presents and notes??

Hanako tries to keep an eye on you without you knowing but then you really went and said

“I know you’re there, Amane~”

oSHIT—

He didn’t realize how much he missed the way you said his name.

“H-Hey, (Y/N)..”

CH R IS T HE SOUNDS SO AWKWARD WHY WHWYWHWHWGWH.

You, because you love him too much and finally managed to find him after many boring years of waiting around, did not miss this chance to tell him that HEY YES I LIKED YOU FOR LIKE 50 YEARS.

Let me just say that

Hanako was a blushing mess. yes that is all.

He accepts your confession because you practically barged in his mind when you both first met and you just. never left—

When Nene comes in the next day, she goes 😳 because ‘I-Is that (L/N) and Hanako? WAI WHY ARE THEY KISSING—‘

Definitely makes sure that you never meet Tsukasa again, even though the younger Yugi twin pretty much loved you too :’D

After classes, you always made sure to spend all your time with Hanako without fail, being the huge simp you are.

Don’t worry, he is too ;))

“How did you even find me, (Y/N)?”

“Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily, Amane?”

END NOTES: sorry akane’s is so shit omg also um this was not at all proof-read so uH I’M SORRY FOR BEING A DISAPPOINTMENT :(((((

#toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk x reader #teru minamoto x reader #akane aoi x reader #hanako x reader

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ddalgi-yong · 4 years

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Hi I think my ask may have gotten eaten by tumblr bc I didn’t see my req on the list so sorry if you alr got it and this is a duplicate... I wanted to request Taeyong with Smut 16, fluff 6, and angst 20 please :)🌹❤️💊🩸✨💦

never hurt you

genre: yandere; angst

pairing: taeyong x reader

“hurting you is the last thing I’d do; you know that.” + “i may or may not have left some… marks.” + “why can’t we just talk about it?” + taeyong

taeyong and you were invited to some party. you had no idea, what kind of party it was, but your boyfriend told you to wear something elegant since you had some kind of important role at this party.

you did not know what he actually meant, but you just said, you would get ready and went to your shared bedroom. taeyong followed you a few minutes later, had lied himself down on the bed.

you were looking through your dresses but only shook your head, since you did not really like them or thought, they are not good enough for being 'elegant'. "which one will you wear?", taeyong asked you. you startled a bit, because he was silent all this time and eventually you even forgot that he was lying on your shared bed.

"i actually have no idea. what do you think?", you picked two dresses, one of them black and was pretty short. the other one had a dark tone of red and was even more revealing than the other one.

"none."

you arched one of your eyebrows. "and what do you think, i should wear?" taeyong sighed and got up, mumbling something like "do I really have to do everything?" and looked through your dresses. he picked one, which was actually really long and was not really revealing; exactly the way he wants you to dress.

"no fucking way", you said, laughing at his choice. the dress was actually really pretty but you declined, chose to wear the red one.

your boyfriend did not talk to you anymore that night.

the party took place at a huge hall. it was actually pretty dark in there but you just sat silently at your table, looking to taeyong talking to some unknown men. you had no idea who they were but you just sat there; you knew you had disappointed him. taeyong was someone who got disappointed and angry really fast and you were kind of scared, he might hurt you. but as always you remembered that he could never hurt you.

that was something he had promised you the day you two started dating. and he never broke that promise.

you startled as someone sat next to you. it was not taeyong, he was still talking to these unknown men. “hello, beautiful”, the man was actually really handsome. you ignored him, since you did not want to make taeyong angry. your boyfriend was so jealous at some times but you got used to it.

“it is really rude to ignore a person”, he said and you sighed.

“what do you want from me?”, you snapped, you were pissed that your boyfriend ignored you.

“i just did not want that a beautiful lady like you stay alone at this kind of party where it is full of dangerous men”, he chuckled, “i am daesung. what is your name, princess?”

“leave her the fuck alone”, your boyfriend approached behind you and pulled daesung up. he was furious. so angry. he was so angry and jealous. no one should have talked to you like that. “Who are you to tell me what to do?!”, daesung snapped, making taeyong even angrier than he already was. “i am her fucking boyfriend and if you don’t get the fuck out of here, I swear to god, I’m going to kill you.”

you were actually scared at that one moment. taeyong was capable of things, you could never imagine. he could and would actually kill someone, if this person really provokes him and makes him angry.

“fine”, the man said, rolling his eyes. he got up and smiled softly at you. then he was gone. taeyong looked at you, he said nothing. “we’re heading home soon. get ready”, he ordered and you nodded.

“i’ll be back in a few”, you said and got up. you went to the bathroom and checked how you looked.

“hello sweetheart”, someone said, pinned you against the wall. It was daesung, grinning and you were basically disgusted by it. “i thought your boyfriend interrupted us during our conversation. what about… we continue it now?”, he said.

“leave me alone”, you said, tried to push him away. but instead he kissed you. hard, not even close to be like the way taeyong kissed you. and then… your boyfriend saved you. But he was not angry at daesung. he was angry at you. he was angry, that you did not listen to him, that you wore this short, revealing dress that drove him crazy.

“go to the car, y/n”, he said. his voice was so calm, but you knew he was angry. as you did not move, he yelled at you: “go to the fucking car, y/n!” you flinched, nodded and ran away. you sat down as he unlocked the doors and you were shaking so hard, you were so scared. He drove fast to your shared apartment.

taeyong pinned you at the door, right after he closed it. he seemed so calm, but you knew, he was so angry. the short dress you wore drove him crazy and after you both returned home, he wanted you to wait for him. after an hour he was back at your shared apartment. you were shaking, scared, that he might hurt you. but you knew, he would never do that. he loved you too much to hurt you. he could never see you suffering.

but the second taeyong entered the apartment drunk and with blood on his white dress-shirt, you were not really sure about it. he pinned you against the next wall and his fist landed right next to your head. You flinched and looked in his eyes.

“he got what he deserved”, taeyong whispered, “you’re mine and nothing and no one will ever be able to change that.” you gulped and nodded, you weren’t able to speak.

“i killed him.”

those were the last words he said to you this night. He just let you go and went to sleep. You were to scared by him so you just slept on the couch.

-----

“wake up, baby girl”, he softly whispered into your ear. “please, wake up.”

“what, taeyong”, you said rolling your eyes. you just wanted to sleep more. but then, as you woke up and knew where you were, you sat up and looked at him. “i missed you having in my arms”, he said softly, “i couldn’t sleep properly because you weren’t there.”

“i don’t care, taeyong. you… you just killed him. because he was close to me. do you have a clue about how scared I was?!”, you screamed. he just sat there, said nothing. “and now you’re sitting here, saying you missed me having in your arms?”

“i’m sorry, Y/N… i was so angry because i had warned you but you did not listen to me. this all happened because of this damn dress and you fucking know it! why can’t we just properly talk about this?”, he yelled. he pinned you down and lied himself on you. his hands were roaming on your body roughly and you hated that you actually did like this feeling. Still, you tried to push him away, but he kissed you. Softly. he was so soft, you basically melted because of his touch.

“let me show you how much I love you, babygirl”, he whispered and kissed over your neck. “i promised you a long time ago, that I would never hurt you, baby. it’s the last thing i’d ever do in my life… did I ever broke this promise?” you shook your head, smiling a bit.

your boyfriend was crazy. but you knew what you were doing when you two started dating. you knew about his crazy jealousy. you knew about his weird mafia shit. but still you loved him. and he loved you. he proves this to you every day. even if he had killed many, many people just because of his jealousy… you still loved him. it was crazy, yes, but it was like that and you did not want anything to change.

because you loved him.

“i love you”, he murmured, his voice weak: and as you turned yourself to him, you saw him closing his eyes in exhaustion. he probably didn’t sleep well since he always had issues to sleep when you weren’t with him.

“i love you, too”, you said and hugged him tightly.

“also… i may or may not have left some marks on your neck”, he said biting his lips to keep himself from giggling.

“you asshole!”, you laughed and hit him softly on his naked chest. he acted like he was truly hurt but you knew he was just joking around.

“let’s just sleep. they’ll fade away anyway”, he said and placed another kiss on your neck before pulling you closer to himself. embraced in his warmth, you fell asleep again.

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ask-rwby-multishipper · 5 years

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Someone strip naked, and can only earn each article of clothing back by kissing the other girls. One kiss = one piece of clothing

Name Randomizer: Pyrrha

Pyrrha, eyes wide, hands over her mouth: .....

Nora: Oh....wow.

Yang: Pyrrha has to strip naked...?

Cinder, turning red, whispering to herself: This is the day I die....

Emerald, chuckling: What was it that you told us earlier, Pyrrha? That this is all in good fun?

Pyrrha, sighing, trying to relax: I guess, then...I need to keep my word.

Yang: How many pieces of clothing are you wearing?

Pyrrha: Bra, panties, shirt, shorts, two socks and two shoes.

Yang: So eight. Eight kisses.

Blake: Oh my...

Ruby: Who....*gulp* Who are you gonna kiss?

Pyrrha: I....I think I have something to take care of first. *takes off shoes*

Cinder: Oh my gods.......

Weiss: My heart is palpitating.....

Pyrrha, blushing red as she takes off her socks: Because...this really is all in good fun, right?

Blake: Yes, very fun.

Pyrrha, gritting her teeth as she pulls off her shirt: Just....oh, this is going to be hard....

Velvet: Yes, I can relate. At least you’re in private.

Pyrrha: This doesn’t exactly feel private, but...*pulls down her shorts* I trust you girls.

Nora: Who will you kiss first?

Ilia: Does it have to multiple people?

Pyrrha, hesitating with her bra: That was probably the intention. *takes a breath* Okay.... *pulls off her bra*

Everyone: ....

Pyrrha, covering herself, blushing: Don’t stare...

Everyone: *looks away*

Pyrrha: Thank you.

Ruby, hands over her eyes: You’re....very pretty....

Pyrrha: Thanks. *takes a breath* Okay, I’m going to take off my panties, kiss Nora, then immediately put them back on.

Nora: M-Me??

Pyrrha: We’ve kissed once already. I figured you wouldn’t mind.

Nora: Yeah but you weren’t....undressed when we did....

Pyrrha: So you’re saying no?

Nora: I never said that.

Pyrrha, chuckling nervously: Good then. Ready?

Nora: Eh-h-heh-eh Yeah?!

Pyrrha, slipping off her panties and then immediately kissing Nora: Mwah~ Okay there.

Nora, blushing bright red, shaking: *pansexual panic*

Ruby, peeking through her fingers: Pyrrha booty...

Pyrrha, quickly bending back down to pull her underwear back up: Come on come on...!

Ruby, hiding her eyes again: Eep!

Pyrrha, returning her panties to her hips, then covering her chest: Okay, uhhh....Ilia.

Ilia: ...

Ilia: I’m sorry what?

Pyrrha: Let me kiss you, hurry!

Ilia: You? Me? Kiss?

Pyrrha: Yes yes hurry!

Ilia: Yes my queen! *runs to Pyrrha and kisses her*

Pyrrha, surprised by Ilia’s enthusiasm: Oh, heheh....thanks.

Ilia, cycling through the colors of the rainbow in shyness: Thank you too... *picks up Pyrrha’s bra from the floor and hands it to her* Here you go...if you must.

Pyrrha: Ha ha. *winks at her and takes the bra, puts it back on and sighs* Okay. At least I’m covered now.

Yang: You still need to earn the rest of your—

Pyrrha, cutting her off with a kiss: I know that~

Yang: Uhh.... *dissociates into flustered sputtering*

Pyrrha, slipping her shorts back on: Who’s next?

Everyone: *raises a hand*

Pyrrha: Oh.

Nora: Maybe we should leave the next five kisses to the Randomizer.

Name Randomizer: Cinder, Ruby, Coco, Blake, and Penny

Ruby, not sure whether to be excited or nervous: S-smooch...?

Cinder, pressing her fingers to her temples: oH mY fUcK?!

Coco, chuckling: You two are so easily flustered. *internally screaming with excitement*

Pyrrha, walking over to Ruby and kneeling down in front of her: Hi Ruby ^_^

Ruby, hopping up and down in her seat: Y-Yeah?

Pyrrha: May I give you a kiss?

Ruby, nodding: Pretty please?

Pyrrha, putting a hand to Ruby’s cheek: Here you go. *kisses her*

Ruby: *happy flower noises*

Pyrrha, giggling and putting her shirt back on: Next....Cinder?

Cinder: *absolutely inconsolably panicking*

Pyrrha, tilting her head to the side: Cinder, it’s just a kiss.

Cinder: AAAAAAAAAA

Pyrrha, finding no other solution but to put a hand to Cinder’s cheek, gazing at her softly: Cinder, it’s okay...

Cinder, freezing, staring back at her: Pyrrha....

Yang, whispering to Blake: Cinder never lets anyone touch her.

Blake: It’s Pyrrha. She has that power.

Pyrrha, smiling softly at her: It’s okay, I promise. Do you believe me?

Cinder, nodding a bit: Yeah...

Pyrrha: May I kiss you?

Cinder, nodding again: Yeah...

Pyrrha, leaning forward and kissing her, then gently pushing some of her hair behind her ear: There. Thank you, Cindy.

Cinder: *in shock, staring off into space*

Pyrrha, giggling and putting on one sock: Okay, next?

Coco, stepping up to her: Gimme your best shot, Nikos. Lay it on me, I can take it!

Pyrrha, kissing her quickly, light as a feather on Coco’s lips: There. ^_^

Coco, blushing, trying to still act cool: N-Nice one.

Pyrrha, turning to Blake: Next?

Blake, taking a breath: Okay....here we go.

Pyrrha, closing her eyes and puckering her lips: C’mere.

Blake, stepping towards her, putting a hand lightly on Pyrrha’s cheek, and kissing her: Mwah~

Pyrrha, giggling: Thank you very much!

Penny: Me next?

Pyrrha: Last but not least.

Penny, grinning: Yay!

Pyrrha, sighing: You are just so adorable. *leans down and kisses her softly*

Penny: *happy robot noises*

Pyrrha, kissing Penny on the forehead just for fun, then stands back up, putting her shoe back on: Well there. That was an experience.

Weiss, arms crossed: For some people I’m sure...

Pyrrha: Come here, Weiss.

Weiss: Huh?

Pyrrha: Let me kiss you.

Weiss, flinching: What? But you did your Dare alre— Mmm!

Pyrrha, kissing her suddenly: *muffled chuckle*

Weiss, as Pyrrha backs off: P-Pyrrha...

Pyrrha, shrugging: What’s one more kiss?

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mittensmorgul · 5 years

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Hey mittens! I have a new friend on tumblr who is struggling. She wants to be a writer but her fics aren't being seen. She's frustrated. She wants to give up. I've given her the best advice I can give. I'm a small blog but I keep writing all the time. Trying to give her advice, but not sure what else I can do. She's in her mid twenties, lives at home, doesn't have a job or a car but desperately wants to. She's stuck and needs help. What else can I do and what advice would you give? Thank you!

Heck, I have no idea. D:

Write good? >.>

(haaaaa three hours after I started typing this, with the intent of replying privately, I’ve officially invested too much time in it not to post it… under a cut for length, and because I have officially run out of mental energy and real-world time for dealing with it for today…)

I mean, I see advice all the time on how to get seen/noticed around here, and half the advice conflicts with the other half. It’s hard to even guess what worked for anyone sometimes.

There’s networks she could join (I have no idea how networks work, and I’ve been here nine years, so someone who actually uses networks would probably be better to ask about how to do that, but I do know that the point of them is for a group of people to see/reblog member works, so that might help her get noticed).

There’s also things like Profound Bond and Writers of Destiel. These are discord groups, but they both have a tumblr presence (especially @profoundnet which she could look into.) They run challenges, have a really vibrant community over on discord with hundreds of members, and regularly reblog member works on tumblr.

Plus, making friends, working with beta readers or other writing partners will help find new friends and followers who will help spread her works, too. Volunteering to beta read when a “bigger” writer puts out a call can also help– not only in building friendships with other authors but also gaining experience with writing as well as editing.

Interacting with other authors on tumblr, reblogging their work and commenting– even if it’s just “OH GOSH I LOVE THIS” kind of stuff– ESPECIALLY with other “smaller writers” and thereby spreading the word around about each other’s writing will help grow up a community around all of you.

None of us started out popular, you know? And “popularity” is definitely a relevant term. When I started writing fic, I lucked into a situation that I attempted to recreate with the Christmas collaboration thingy I ran, but ouch that proved to be way more work than I really had the time or energy for. I’d be happy to help others run that type of collab and offer advice, but heck if I’ll ever do one myself again. :P

A lot of fic challenges are a good way for new writers to get noticed, too. There’s a TON of challenges out there. Now, something like the DCBB or one of the other larger and more established challenges might not be the easiest place for a newbie writer to cut their teeth. There is A LOT that goes into challenges that newbies are just not prepared for (rules, deadlines, etc., because knowing how to write, edit, and post on a concrete deadline where others are relying on you to know what you’re doing without needing an undue amount of help from the mods isn’t something you want to learn on the fly in a high-pressure situation like that… there’s an assumption when signing up for something like the DCBB or the Pinefest that in doing so, a writer is CERTAIN that their skills– including TIME MANAGEMENT and the ability to collaborate with an artist and follow all the rules (YES, ALL OF THE RULES) and meet every deadline– are up to the task.

So, that said, I’d highly recommend some of the other smaller, more laid-back fandom challenges. There’s new ones popping up all the time, and a lot of them are geared toward specific types of fic (canon fic, certain tropes, etc.), so there’s a built-in audience for their work. Not to mention that in smaller challenges there’s actually more room for exposure, and not having your work drowned in a flood of hundreds of other long works, potentially many of them by already established authors, coming out in the same time period. Readers are literally spoiled for choice in those situations, and an “untested” author posting a 20k+ fic might fall by the wayside while “guaranteed thing” authors works get more attention, you know? Readers have a limited amount of time they can commit to reading, and with SO many choices available, are actually more likely go for the “tried and true” author they’re already familiar with before investing in an unknown author. Profound Bond is just starting the @casdeanflipfest, for example, with a smaller wordcount minimum, and therefore a more reasonable length work for readers to take a risk on an author they’re not familiar with. I might not have time, as a reader, to invest in every 60k fic that crosses my dash, but I will drop everything to read a 5k fic for half an hour, you know?

There’s also event-specific tags that offer opportunities to be seen by a wider audience. For example, for the last few days, the DCBB folks have been encouraging folks to tag Valentine’s Day themed works #dcvday. This is a very laid-back and casual way to put your works out to an audience who’s looking for exactly that type of thing, you know? Other situation-specific tags like this happen frequently (like Dean’s birthday fic, or the Destiel Anniversary fic, or holiday fic, for example).

There’s also fic collections. For example, right now the @destieltropecollection is collecting fics for this year’s lists: http://destieltropecollection.tumblr.com/post/182800717844/destieltropecollection-destiel-trope-collection. If you have fic that fits into any of these tropes, fill out the form and submit them to be added to the masterpost. They’ll be posted in May, a different trope’s list each day. People looking for that specific trope will have a handy list, and you can reach a whole new audience that way. :)

Take writing prompts, if that’s something you’re comfortable doing. People with cute lil fic ideas will LOVE you for fleshing out their ideas and turning them into something beautiful. Or GIVE writing prompts to other authors who accept them. You never know what sort of creative collaboration that might spark. If you have a fic idea based on someone’s post, by all means TALK TO THAT PERSON! Express your excitement about their idea, ask if it’s okay to turn their little headcanon or writing prompt into a longer fic, and I can almost guarantee that the original poster will be THRILLED.

Take fan art as writing prompts, as well! As much as authors Die Of Squee if an artist is inspired to draw something from one of our fics, ARTISTS ARE EQUALLY FILLED WITH SQUEE if you’re inspired to write fic based on their art. Just, if you do this, please please PLEASE actually communicate privately with the author or artist in question before you do anything with it. Make it clear you’re writing out of love for their thing, and not in a selfish grab for attention, you know? Otherwise it feels a little too much like stealing. It’s a fine line, but it’s all a matter of perception to everyone involved. That communication and collaboration is key.

That said, I think 99% of it all is pure luck. But because of that first challenge I did, the next fic I posted was (miraculously!) reviewed by destielfanfic, which I don’t think is the sort of exposure most authors get on their first long fic… This was also early 2015, when there was a sort of Boom Market for fic, and I don’t even think the atmosphere for fandom is still exactly the same, you know? It feels a lot more decentralized, and a lot of the “big writers” from back then have left the fandom entirely, or else don’t write much at all anymore.

But fandom is a cyclical thing like that. People come and go, popularity rises and falls. I think my best advice is to develop friendships with people who are in that same general region of that arc as you are, you know? Build a community, support each other.

I see bitter posts all the time about how “popular” people don’t want to support newcomers, and “elite cliques” of folks are conspiring to hold on to their popularity by keeping others down, and that’s just bullshit. The little group of people I generally hang in tumblr circles with have been my friends for years, at this point. Most of us are kinda stunned that we’re all still around, you know? We all showed up around the same time, and went through these sorts of struggles together. We’re still here, and most of us recognize that we’re only considered “popular” at all by attrition. We survived while other folks rage-quit the show or the fandom. I know that’s not a particularly encouraging-sounding bit of advice, but that’s literally how the vast majority of us got recognized. We just… didn’t quit.

I was blogging on this dumb site for four years before anyone really started to notice me. (and I still know that the perception of my personal popularity FAR outweighs my actual popularity, you know? I’m not one of the elite 1% of writers around here, and I know it, and I’m perfectly fine with that. I don’t post long fic serially, and that shows in my total hit counts on AO3. Serial posting artificially inflates hit counts, and keeps works at the top of the results page week after week, and I’d personally just rather post a complete fic to stand on its own. But that’s a dilemma for another post.) Then again, I started out mostly reading meta and squealing about the show, occasionally commenting, asking questions, or adding my thoughts to posts. I learned the lay of the land, so to speak (who was receptive to these sorts of additions and conversations starting on their posts and who wasn’t, and the social conventions surrounding it all), while lurking and not even really trying to get noticed. I made friends with people before I ever started writing fic.

(but I also have a background in original fiction writing, so I already knew quite a lot about author culture in general, and had a lot of experience writing myself before I started to write fic, which likely helped me personally quite a bit. I was able to jump into writing chat groups and had a bit of writing cred even before I published a single fic, because I’d been writing original novels and had already cultivated a group of “Professional Author Friends,” participated in writing critique groups (which comprise Alpha and Beta Reading in fanfic writing circles), and therefore knew how those social circles functioned, you know? I mean, some of the authors from my “Professional Author Friends” circle, who I’ve been friendly with for more than a decade now, have gone on to Big Things in Publishing. And clearly I never did… aah health crises that knocked me off that train. But I realized I’m happier writing fic, without all the pressures that come from professional publishing, so I still consider it a personal win. But I was able to take a lot of that knowledge and experience with networking and building communities with me and transfer it to fandom, so I know my experience is not everyone’s experience.)

I think the main key thing is to create that sort of community. A lot of new writers go directly to the perceived “most popular” authors in fandom, as if they somehow held the key to understanding how to become more popular, or expecting the “popular” bloggers to “pay it forward” and give them a hand up (whether it be through asking questions or reblogging their fic posts, beta reading for them or whatever it may be). But even there, there’s a limit to pretty much everyone’s time, in a real-life sort of fashion. The more popular or widespread an author’s works become, the more up and coming writers will also see their work, and I get how people want to hitch themselves to that, you know?

Not to mention, most of us are entirely baffled by being thought of as popular writers. And again, I’m still sort of on the fringe of that kind of Big Fandom Popularity myself, and still kinda baffled as to how I got here.

But we’re all just people, with limited amounts of time to engage with other people, and a limited number of spoons in our respective drawers for social engagement. I do TRY to do what I can, but between beta reading for my already-established writing buddies (which I still only have limited time for, I AM SO SORRY ELMIE I SEE THE THINGS AND WANT TO READ THE THINGS BUT I CAAAAAAAN’T AND I’M MAD ABOUT IT OKAY?!), and still want to engage with current canon and write and read meta about it, and still want to actually write my own fic, not to mention helping to run the Pinefest (even though Cass does the bulk of the behind the scenes work, I take on a lot of the day to day general upkeep of it all) and still have to engage with reality and my human family that I live with and like… pay my bills and cook dinner and all that boring shit, not to mention coping with those chronic illnesses that knocked me off the Professional Paid Writer train in the first place… it’s not easy to balance out, you know?

It’s not so much a function of “I got mine, so screw you.” I just needed to make that clear, since I’ve seen that sentiment bandied about recently (again), and it’s just insulting. I think the main takeaway here is that Fandom is a Baffling Ordeal, and the key to winning in any way is to build up a community around yourself. If you want to achieve success as a writer, push yourself to write better. Find people you trust to beta read for you. And maybe most importantly, never “promote” your own work with negativity.

I see way too many writers who add notes to their work like, “ugh this is probably terrible.” Just… never do that. Have confidence in yourself, love your own writing, or at least present it with enthusiasm, if you ever expect anyone else to take that risk and read your words, you know?

So really? It boils down to perseverance, networking, and putting in the work to become the best writer you can, with no small portion of sheer luck. There’s no secret magical formula to success, aside from building a community that makes you happy. I’ve discovered that people are really attracted to happiness and positive energy, you know?

Heck I’m worn out just from spending five hours on this post now, in between Real Life Adulting I needed to take care of for an hour. I hope it all makes sense, but I’m gonna go surf my dash for a while and hopefully recover enough brain power to do the rest of the stuff I need to today D:

#fandom problems #this isn't a problem per se but i don't really have a better tag for it... maybe something like #fandom 101 #we're all just random people doing the best we can here and trying to make the most of our own experiences #emptywithout

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Undertale: No More; Chapter 7-Forgiveness

"Frisk!?"

Frisk's eyes widened. He looked down to see Sans, Undyne, Papyrus, Alphys and Toriel standing in front of him. Toriel spotted the noose around his neck and gasped.

"Frisk! My child!? What are you doing?!"

Even Sans looked horrified at what the kid was about to do just like the others. However Frisk was unfazed by their terrified grimaces.

"I'm leaving, Mom" he stated colorlessly. "I don't belong here."

"What are you going on about!?" Tears filled Toriel's eyes. "Get down this instant, you are scaring me!"

"It's okay. Soon you won't have to deal with me anymore."

Undyne glared at him. "Squirt, I refuse to let you go through with this!" she spat. "Not again! Get down before I make you!"

"No. I have to do this."

"Fr-Frisk p-please.." Alphys begged. "J-Just g-get down.."

"YES HUMAN," Pap choked. "PLEASE, STOP THIS AT ONCE!"

"I don't get it!" Frisk exclaimed angrily. "Why do you guys even care!? What do you care if something happens to me?!"

Papyrus gasped aloud and was the only one to reply as everyone else gazed at him with stunned expressions. "HOW COULD YOU ASK SUCH A THING!? WHY, WE LOVE YOU FRISK! WE CAN'T IMAGINE ANYTHING HORRIBLE EVER HAPPENING TO YOU! WE'D BE BROKEN IF ANYTHING DID! WE'D SHATTER INTO A THOUSAND LITTLE PIECES IF WE EVER LOST YOU! WE CAN'T IMAGINE THE WORLD WITHOUT SOMEONE AS SWEET AND KIND, INNOCENT AND AMAZING AS YOU! WE'D NEVER FORGIVE OURSELVES IF SOMETHING EVER HAPPENED ON OUR WATCH! THERE WOULD BE ABSOLOUTELY NO POINT IN GOING ON!"

"Pap is right squirt," Undyne said, choked up. "We really care 'bout ya and we'd be nothing if something ever happened to ya. Including this, so just..get down, alright? Please."

"P-Please d-don't d-do this.." Alphys begged and felt tears forming in her eyes.

"My child," Toriel sobbed, tears already streaking her furry face. "Please. Please, I can not lose you too...I love you too much..please get down..please.."

Frisk looked at everyone with a poker face.

/What do I do Chara?/

/Once Mom gets started on the waterworks, yer screwed. Just give up for now. We'll come back later. When no one's around./

/You sure?/

/Trust me./

/Okay./

Frisk swallowed thickly. He sighed and slowly took off the noose before climbing down the tree and walking toward the group, Toriel running over and hugging him as she fell to her knees, sobbing.

"O-Oh...*hic* O-Oh t-thank G-God, m-my child... d-don't y-you e-ever d-do that a-again, you hear m-me!?"

Frisk nodded mutely as Toriel merely cried harder. Undyne, Alphys and Papyrus went over and joined the embrace. Undyne looked over at Sans and motioned with her head. Sans glared and shook his head. Undyne glared as well and reached out, yanking the skeleton into the group huddle. Sans groaned quietly and put one hand on his brother as everyone except Frisk cried softly.

Sans looked at the kid. There was no emotion on his face; no guilt, sadness not even anger. He did however notice the slight glint of red in his eyes. Sans frowned. Maybe Undyne was right..was there really something going on that Frisk never told him before?

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Awkward silence filled the air as Frisk sat alone on the couch, Sans and Pap shared a chair, Alphys and Undyne shared another and Toriel was in her usual armchair. They all stared at the child. It was Undyne who spoke up.

"Frisk.." She swallowed. "Squirt..is there somethin' yer not tellin' us?"

Frisk colorlessly gazed at the monsters surrounding him. "..Yes, but I can't tell you." he stated in a monotone voice.

"What's that supposed ta mean!?" Undyne exclaimed desparately. "Why not?!"

"I just..." Frisk sighed. "I just can't..."

"HUMAN..." Papyrus started in a solemn tone, grabbing Frisk's attention. "WHEN YOU WERE UP IN THAT TREE...YOU WERE QUESTIONING US WHY WE WOULD CARE IF ANYTHING WERE TO EVER HAPPEN TO YOU...WHY WOULD YOU EVER THINK WE WOULDN'T CARE IF SOMETHING HAPPENED?"

"Why would you?" Frisk riposted colorlessly. "You all should hate me..."

"HUMAN-"

"I know you remember, Pap..." Frisk choked, cutting him off. "I know you all remember. I don't know how, but you do. I wish you didn't. It would be easier that way."

"Easier for who?" Undyne questioned, fists shaking. "You? Frisk, you should be happy we can remember! Now we can save you from doing something stupid!"

"Don't you get it!? I don't wanna be saved!" Frisk exclaimed with tear-filled eyes. "I don't! I wanna die! Don't you understand!? I'm a nuisance! A complete waste of space! I'm nothing but a danger to you all! Why do you even wanna help me?! I've killed you all! Multiple times! C-Can't you see..." Frisk broke into broken sobs. "C-Can't you see I'm a monster? Can't you see...that I'm trying to save you? I'm tired of doing this. I'm tired of doing the same cycle over and over and over again and getting absoloutely nowhere! This is the easiest way! You guys won't have to deal with me anymore! I-I know you had high hopes for me, you had hoped I would save you, break the barrier, give you the happy ending you've always wanted every since you were sealed down here in the Underground! But I can't! I just can't! I'm not a hero! I'm not that kid you've been waiting for all these years! I'm just not! I'm weak! I'm too weak! I'm not strong enough! And I'm sorry, but.." he sobbed harder. "I just can't do this anymore..." he squeezed out.

It was deadly quiet as Frisk sobbed. Everyone gazed at him with a solemn expression.

Toriel attempted to reach out to him. "My child...-"

Frisk jumped and backed away. "N-No!" he choked.

Toriel put her hands to her mouth, tears filling her eyes.

Papyrus tried next, moving close to him. "HUMAN..IT'S ALR-"

"No!" Frisk sobbed again, pushing Papyrus away roughly. He gazed up at Pap's hurt expression and more tears flooded his face. "P-Please.." he croaked. "I don't wanna hurt you anymore..."

Frisk let out another broken sob and ran up the stairs and into his room, slamming his door behind.

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Frisk had ended up sobbing into his pillow for an hour straight, and eventually cried himself to sleep, officially exhausted. After a while, Toriel got concerned and went to check on him, but her expression softened once she saw his sleeping form after opening the door. She placed the blanket on him and kissed his head with a sad frown before placing a slice of cinnamon-butterscotch pie on the floor for him, and left the room.

Once outside his room, she locked him in. She sighed. "I am sorry, my child, but I am doing this because I love you. I cannot bare losing you. I've lost so many...I refuse to lose you as well." she choked tearfully before walking away.

A few hours passed and Frisk finally awakened. He yawned softly as he sat up. He looked to his right and saw the butterscotch-cinnamon pie that Toriel had left on the floor for him. Frisk gradually climbed out of bed and went over to it. He saw a note in front of the plate. He picked it up and read it.

Here's your favorite. Eat up, my child.

-Love, Toriel

Frisk couldn't bring himself to smile. He just sat down and slowly ate his pie bit by bit. When he was finished, he got up and went to the door to open it. His eyes widened and his heart pounded once he realized it wouldn't open.

No. No No No No No No.

She didn't. She wouldn't. Frisk desperately jingled the knob. He had to get out. He had to get this over with. So they didn't have to deal with him anymore. So he didn't have to deal with himself anymore.

After a few more futile attempts, Frisk backed away from the door. He panted, clenching at his hair with tear filled eyes.

She did. She locked him in. Why? Didn't she understand that he was doing this to protect them? Didn't any of them understand!? This was the easiest way.

Frisk desperately looked around. His door was out of the question, so he needed the next best thing. His face nearly lit up when he saw the window.

He ran over and unlocked it, getting greeted by the cold winds when he opened it. Frisk went over to his bed and took his knife out from under his pillow. He then went back over and slowly climbed out. It was time to end this.

In the living room, Sans was the only one awake. Everyone else was in their sleeping bags on the floor, fast asleep while he was on the couch, wide awake. The events from just a few hours ago replayed themselves in his head for him, making him feel more uneasy.

Sans was abruptly pulled out of his thoughts when a cold wind passed through the room. He frowned, feeling a chill run up his spine. Why did he have such a bad feeling?

Removing his head from it's resting spot in his hand, Sans stood up and teleported himself in front of Frisk's room. He pulled out the key Toriel had entrusted to him and unlocked the door, pushing it open. A grimace made it's way to his face once he saw the window wide open, the source of the cold in the house.

"Damn that kid!" he muttered, going over and making sure to shut the window before teleporting himself outside.

Sans wandered around in the snow. He didn't bother calling out for the kid. He would find him anyways. He's found him before.

"Well if it isn't Smiley Trashbag." Came a familiar voice.

Sans froze. He spun around and saw Flowey.

Sans glared at him. "What're you doin' out here, cabbage patch?" he questioned.

"I'd like to ask you the same thing." Flowey riposted with a glare of his own. "It involves Frisk, I'm presuming?"

Sans folded his arms. "So what if it does?"

"I might have some information about him. If you're willing to listen."

Sans looked around. He didn't have time for this, and the last person he wanted to hear about was Frisk. Going against what he wanted, he sighed.

"Fine. But don't take all night." he said. "What 'bout the dirty little killer?"

"You're calling the wrong person that," Flowey hummed, causing Sans to give him a weird look. "Frisk hasn't been the one comitting those kilings."

"That's the same thing the kid said in the last timeline," Sans growled. "Whaddya mean it hasn't been him?"

"It hasn't been him." Flowey repeated. "Frisk hasn't been all there when these murders were commited. He also wasn't all there on his suicide trips, especially when he's around me."

Sans glared at the flower. "So you've been making him do this to himself?"

Flowey rolled his eyes. "Um, no, Trashbag. You've been making him do this to himself."

Sans glared harder. "Wh-"

"You never found it odd?" Flowey cut him off. "How he went from kind and sweet to bloodthirsty and malevolent? Hm, let's actually think for a moment, shall we?"

The flower's eyes abruptly narrowed. "Chara."

Sans raised a brow bone. "Chara?"

"I'm not surprised you've never heard of her. She was here long before you and your idiot brother moved to Snowdin. Not only that, but Mo-I mean-Toriel kept quiet about her every since the incident and her death." Flowey sighed before nodding. "But yes. Chara is the only logical explanation. Before you even ask, Chara was the very first human to ever fall down here in the Underground. Like Frisk, she was or should I say, she is DETERMINATION. When she was first found, Toriel nursed and took care of her just like she did Frisk and every other kid before him. Except Chara was different. She wasn't gentle like KINDNESS was, or patient like PATIENCE and she sure as hell wasn't righteous like JUSTICE. She was...malicious. When Toriel tried teaching her with the dummy, she didn't want to TALK. She wanted to FIGHT. And FIGHT she did. Chara had ripped that thing to shreads in record time. Mo-Toriel was shocked, but she just figured Chara was messing around and so she let it go. She really shouldn't have. Not even three days later Chara wanted to leave and Toriel refused to let her do so. She begged Chara to stay but Chara refused to listen. She ended up running away and never came back. Toriel never saw or heard of her again. That was until two weeks later... when the massacre happened. Chara had killed monsters left and right all over the Underground including Snowdin. Toriel wanted nothing more than to stop her, but Chara already reached the kingdom and started attacking Asgore. By the time Toriel reached them, she was too late. Asgore was forced to kill Chara. That was the first part of the downfall of their marriage. Now Chara is repeating the cycle." he explained grimly.

"How is she even doing this if she's dead!?" Sans demanded.

"Simple. She and her soul were reincarnated into his body. She's able to take control because she's stronger than him. Her DETERMINATION to kill you and everyone in her path is stronger than his to protect everyone and give them a 'happily ever after'."

Sans swallowed thickly. This was becoming too much for him to process. "And what exactly does this have to do with his suicide trips?"

Flowey smirked. "Finally, we get to the juicy part." he snickered. "So, Frisk hates himself, right? He finally got tired of going through the same loop over and over again for nothing. Got tired of watching everyone die, got tired of trying, got tired of you hating him. Just tired of everything basically. So Chara saw this and decided to make a deal with him. A deal that Frisk agreed to."

"What exactly did he agree to?" Sans croaked.

"Chara told Frisk that if he went through with the suicide trips, then she wouldn't harm you or any of the others. However, if he didn't she swore to him she'd make everyone's lives miserable. Of course being the selfless moron he is, he agreed to go through with it. So the others can be happy. So you can be happy. He agreed so you wouldn't have to deal with him anymore, wouldn't hate him anymore. He couldn't stand the hateful look you gave him each and every day so he agreed. Shame really. He favored you and loved you the most of all the other monsters. Ohhhh wellll..." Flowey hummed.

Sans stood there, guilt and remorse ripping violently at his soul. He felt like an asshole.

"He's not dead yet," Flowey spoke up. "You might actually be able to save him this time if you hurry."

At this, Sans' head shot up with wide eyes. In a second, he teleported away.

Flowey sighed. He glanced over at Alphys' lab and smirked, burrowing into the ground and leaving himself.

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Frisk stood in the snow, gazing down at his knife. One stab and this all would be over. He won't have to deal with this pain and torture any longer.

No more hurting his Mom.

No more letting the people he loves down.

No more destroying Sans.

No more...

Frisk inhaled shakily and exhaled, closing his eyes. He raised the knife, feeling his adrenaline run and he lunched it towards his stomach, preparing himself for the pain afterwards. His eyes snapped open and he paled when the knife didn't hit his stomach, but something hard.

Boney.

"Enough is enough, kid."

Frisk slowly looked up at the person's chest. His eyes wouldn't go any higher.

"Look at me, Frisk."

Frisk felt tears of fear fill his eyes. He slowly met Sans' gaze. It wasn't cold or unforgiving, not even hateful like in the past. It was...gentle and sorrowful?

The skeleton yanked the knife away from the small brunette and threw it far into the clearing. Frisk yelped and tried to run after to go get it, but Sans prevented it.

"Stop it. I said enough." he growled slightly, pushing Frisk back. His voice and gaze softened slightly at the sight of tears rolling down Frisk's golden cheeks.

"I need it." he insisted colorlessly.

"Like hell ya do. No ya don't, Frisk. Not anymore. You're not gonna put the others through that. Not again. I'm not gonna let you hurt them with the same cycle."

"I'm trying to protect them. This is the easiest way."

"For you. Seeing my brother and our friends bawl their eyes out over the reckless shit you've been pulling is not for me." Sans stated. "Now we can do this the easy way which involves you cooperating and going back home with me so the others don't have a heart attack, or we can do this the hard way which involves me draggin' yer ass back home. Which I promise you will not be fun. Yer choice."

Frisk merely shrugged and stepped forward, placing a shaking hand on Sans' shoulder. What was the point of fighting or running? It'd get him nowhere.

"Good choice kid." Sans mumbled quietly and they teleported away from the area.

They popped up in front of Sans and Papyrus' house, much to Frisk's confusion.

"I thought the others were at Mom's?" he asked, voice void of emotion.

"They are." Came the skeleton's curt reply.

"Then why are we here?"

"Everyone's sleepin'. Don't wanna take the chance of wakin' 'em up or anythin'. 'Sides, we'll head back there in the morning anyways before anyone even wakes up."

Sans approached the front door and walked inside, Frisk hesitantly following suit. The skeleton switched on the lights and walking further inside, Frisk noticed his room. He thought that was gone...that he lost it...

"You still keep my room here?" Frisk mumbled.

"Why wouldn't I? You live here." Sans riposted bluntly as he pulled put the First Aid. "Don't get me wrong, I've wanted ta destroy it plenty of times, but...never got around to it. Wouldn't have done any good anyways."

Frisk plopped down onto the couch as Sans walked over to him with the first aid kit.

"What's that for?" Frisk questioned.

"You know exactly what it's for, kid." Sans answered gruffly, reaching out and grabbing Frisk's arms.

Frisk's eyes widened in alarm and he gasped in fear, heart pounding rapidly. "S-Sans no, w-wait-!"

Sans froze. Countless cuts and scars occupied Frisk's arms and wrists, reaching almost all the way up to his shoulders. Sans ordered the brunette to take his sweater and tank off, to which the boy was hesitant at first, but quickly did so after Sans sent him a glare.

There weren't any on his back or any other areas on Frisk's body, which was slightly relieving.

It didn't change the anger that flared up within Sans, however.

"You did all this!?" he exclaimed, startling the child. "Just to keep everyone alive?! You chose this!? Are you serious?! There were a million other ways, and you chose this!"

Frisk froze before beginning to shake. "How did you-"

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It had been about five months since Poppy reached Bandle.

For any other repenter, this would be a shameful display of utter incompetence. To the Council and their subjects, however, something was special about this one. Not only was Poppy trying to repent two people, but she was doing it out of her natural place of work. Some wondered aloud if she was fit for the job, but the Council was quick to silence any that doubted their might.

But maybe they had a point. It was a sunny evening, a lazy day where few worked and even fewer got out to do anything but hang out. A boring day for the Heavens to watch, so much so the Council didn't even bother tuning in. Her progress was laughably slow... but they had made their decision.

"Hey, Popsicle?" A male voice came from behind her, dragging something heavy behind. Steel, probably.

"Yeah?" Poppy placed down the chunk of scrap she had gathered outside on the pile they had been building.

Ever since she came into his life, Rumble had increased his production tenfold, despite having a broken rib for most of said time. Most of the junk that he had stored in piles from years ago was now actually repurposed into reinforcing the warehouse he lived in, a glass visor for T.R.I.S.T.Y., new windows... he even got into making decorative vases with them! And ashtrays! Although his efforts mostly went back into the melting pot, that was still better than having to walk through a maze of empty bottles and rust.

"Uh... thanks? Y'know, for..."

"You needn't thank an Angel for doing their job. You are to be repented, are you not? We're still working on that, oh yes we are... but you are doing good progress." She looked around, before letting out a low chuckle. "I enjoy this. Truly. It's better than my old Department, actually."

"Dep.. department? Do angels have to fill in paperwork now?"

His laughing went silent as soon as she started answering, serious as ever. "Yes, some. But that is not my area. I mean... I never would think I'd say this, really? But the smell of Iron is so much sweeter when it comes from broken metal and not bloodied bodies."

"Wow, wait, you were like a fighting angel?"

"No, I've always been a Repenter. I just clung to battlefields. I served the dying a chance to repent in their final moments, and to those that would survive, I gave them an opportunity to carry forth the words of the Council. It was..." She looked even more uncomfortable now, but after a short pause, she continued. "... enjoyable. Very much so. But this... it makes me happier, for some reason. Oh, I feel like I might be overstaying or overstepping my own boundaries here.."

"Girl, chill. You're happy, no?"

"Do not call me a Girl. Remember your... just don't."

"You didn't answer me."

A glare from her was all that took to shut Rumble back up, and so he added to their neat little pile of orange-grey garbage.

They worked like a well-oiled machine, even if they still had these uncomfortable moments of distrust between each other. It was incredibly hard to pinpoint it, but there always seemed to be a barrier neither of them could cross, at least not willingly or happily. Still, they were happy, and they were efficient. That was Rumble's greatest strength... and one of his greatest sins.

How prideful he was, to have an Angel helping him build the projects he envisioned. Finally having his visions come to reality. Rusty spikes into harpoons of destruction, a Warehouse falling apart now repurposed into a fortress, housing projects that Heimerdinger wishes he could envision, let alone make!

But he knew he couldn't have done it without Poppy, and for that, he couldn't be more grateful. He did as he was told most of the time, to the point where two of the seven circles in his hand had faded into a dull blue, obviously not his skin, but pretty close. The others varied from browns to reds, with the circle of Pride burning a bright vivid red at all times. At least he had gotten rid of his Sloth and Greed. They were working on the others.

In another household, another couple danced, giggling with each other in pure glee.

A Devil and a Gunner ran through the house chasing each other, half-wearing clothes, their genitals exposed as they tackled and evaded each other in a series of kisses, gropes, and bites. Tripping and teasing, moaning and laughing.

Like Poppy and Rumble, they had their ups and downs as well, but between their heated and passionate kisses and silent moments of disgust, they bonded closer every day. No matter how deviant Teemo could get, or how busy Tristana could end up, they always found comfort with each other, and in each other... through some odd methods, sure, but they worked.

And it was between these moments of rough nips and spanks that Teemo sat up in the edge of the bed Tristana had just tossed him onto, chewing on his shoulder like it was candy, licking over the marks she left like a playful dog. His smile and giggling slowly came to a halt, before turning into a roar of laughter, and a hug.

"Thought of something funny?" Tristana asked, her cheek smushed against his chest. It was oddly comfy, even if he was flat as a board. But so warm... ah, his warmth...

"You could say that." He purred, caressing her hair and twirling it softly, licking his lips and grinning a grin that was nothing but teeth. "We should pay them a visit."

Tristana looked up at him, sighing. "... are you sure we can't talk about this after you've fucked me into exhaustion?"

"We can, I just wanted to make sure I had you right where I wanted too." He chuckled, dragging her onto his lap and setting her just above his cock. A loud yelp turned into muffled moans as they kissed, thrusting deep inside her, feeling her body all over.

Claws tracing now well-known paths from her hips to her shoulder, her skin a painting being worked on every day, with hundreds of claw and teeth marks lining Tristana. Though at first she wore a coat to hide them, now she could care less about what her fellow Gunners thought. It's not like she hadn't fucked every one of them before anyway. If anything, teasing them by showing how she was now 'owned' was kind of... hot? Which one of them could claim to have left such marks on her, made her attracted to them to the point of not wanting to fuck any other person? None of them. And it was fun to remind them of it.

Her dumb grin turned into her mouth agape with a loud moan, feeling his claws sinking on her. He wanted her to show off her skills.

And she would gladly do so.

Tristana pressed his face against her breasts, caressing his neck fur ever so softly while riding up and down, the wet sound of her cheeks hitting his thighs echoing through the afternoon. They had moved from a house in the busy streets of Bandle to the outskirts of the city, so thankfully, no more complaints of noise would be issued, or at least they'd slow down.

It only encouraged Trist to be more and more vocal, cursing as a sailor would, whispering on his ears ever so softly about how big he was, how hot he felt, how good his tongue was.

And so she rode him on through the evening, and by the time she was about to orgasm, Teemo grabbed her hands.

"Wh--"

"Shhh. Please." He purred, guiding them slowly through his upper torso all the way to his horns. Though their tip was jagged and coarse, the rest was smooth as butter and rather enjoyable to touch. Teemo buried his face between Tristana's neck, nibbling on it ever so softly instead of his usual rough bites, holding her tightly.

To her surprise, and his delight, he started to cum deep inside her. The warmth filling her up, groping his horns for support which only made both of them ride their orgasms to the sweet, sweet end.

Once Tristana finally let go of his horns and both of them were satisfied, she rolled to the side, trying to close her legs, giggling like she just had her first kiss. On the other hand, Teemo was panting, eyes wide with a smile stuck on his face. A sweet smile, even if his sharp, thin teeth made it seem way more mischievous and evil than it was supposed to be.

"That was... a lot..." She mumbled, holding her belly, smirking at him. "Dear?"

"I know. Thank you..." His voice was barely more than a whisper, caressing her cheek softly. "If you ever... just want me to.. 'get there' quick.. just do that. P-please. Don't worry about it."

"Your sweet spot... is your horn?"

"No, I still have... t-that was a lot, give me a second." He leaned back, smiling as he took a few more moments to catch his breath. "Whew... I still have other spots of pleasure. Think of it as a massage when you're touching my horns."

"... like massaging your pro--"

"No. Well, not really, but both feel pretty good. You remember your dreams, right?"

"Kind of wish you did those more often."

"Needy girl." He giggled. "Its carnal pleasure but so much sweeter. It hits something deeper... I guess it helps that it's someone I like doing it."

Tristana's smile dimmed down a little. Soon, however, she found him embracing her, touching lips. "I... I'm still not used to saying it. I'm sorry." Another kiss without any tongue or mouth, a simple smooch to show his affection. "I... love you. I really do."

"You don't have to say it if you don't feel like it, I alr--"

"I do."

"... fine, then, just say it whenever you feel like saying it. I don't want to force you into loving me, I mean, I made you sign a deal saying you wouldn't kill me. I get it. Romance's not your thing, it isn't mine either... but you know, we're already here and stuff, so I thought... y'know."

"And I do! I love you! And I know you don't want to slow dance in the morning light with me. That's more than fine by me. But I want you to feel... well... loved."

"And you do." She smiled, holding the back of his neck gently and pressing their foreheads together. "And you do..."

After bathing and dressing up, Teemo laid on her couch while Tristana found them something to read together.

"Uh, dear. You remember before we fucked?"

"We were running around, yeah. What about it?"

"No, like, just before."

"The... something you wanted to say about, oh, oh shit yeah." With a shitty romance novel under her arm, she hopped on the couch, Teemo crossing his legs and holding his hooves with an excited smirk.

"I've been thinking about it for a while. You see how they're together like glue, right? That's not quite... usual. Not sure what's gotten into her or what she saw on him, but this is taking longer than even I expected, really. I mean, have you seen him?"

"Don't insult Rumble like that, he's... well he's a little bit trashy, but not always. Maybe she just likes working on metal? I mean, with her hammer and all."

"She does. But it can't just be that. Angels are stubborn. Really stubborn. So to see her actually helping him? Getting her hands dirty? Oh man, I'm sure we can make something come out of it."

Tristana tapped her lips, thoughtful, squinting at him. "Something. Like... setting them up...?"

He nodded. "And maybe break a Halo in the process."

"Isn't that kiiind of a dick move?"

"One of two things is gonna happen, hon. Either they're going to end up like us, or Poppy's going to end up like me millennia ago. They took the one I loved most, and tried to do it again now. I'm not letting that go unpunished. Not for you."

"Oh you big softie." She giggled, dropping the book on his lap and hugging him. "So do you have a plan, or...?"

"I mean, we could ask for a truce to hang out in the Forest. That's Lulu's territory. She wouldn't hurt me there... and whatever Lulu did to block the forest from creatures like me and her, hoo boy. It works like a charm."

"So no chance we're going to get smitten down by angry angels."

"Nope." He giggled, leaning down and pulling her on top of him. "So my little deviant, when do you feel like going out for a date?"

"Could be tomorrow."

"Then that's when we'll start it."

Back to the forge.

The Angel's hammer swung with mighty purpose, fiery molten metal being flattened into a square. Rumble was too busy cleaning the rust off from the soon-to-be smelted metals, separating iron from steel, copper from tungsten, gold from silver.

"So what's this one for?"

"I mean, if we're going to get this up and running, we need a new sign, yeah?"

"But why? The 'Junkyard' one outside seems rather fitting, seeing as this place is naught but a, well... junkyard."

"Recycling center sounds more professional. And we can sell stuff and get gold... FOR BUYING FOOD. Not drinks. Food." He stared at his hand, sighing in relief as he felt just a sizzle. Saying anything always put him on edge of when it'd accidentally trigger one of the circles. But it was OK. He got some help, she enjoyed making things... a bit of suffering was fine.

"You're learning." She smiled, staring at the hot piece of metal. "Shouldn't ye have a branding rod? Put thee letters on the steel, mark your words on the iron you've helped shape."

"What the kazoo.. WAIT FRIDGES!" Dropping the small broken statue still covered in gold, he scrambled around the Warehouse for some rods. A while later, thankfully with the iron still flaming hot and malleable, he returned with a bunch of letters on sticks. Clearly not made by him, but it would do. Not like they couldn't just replace it when he had a better income and could actually buy materials instead of using literal junk.

The night crept on them as they finished cooling and painting the sign, using Rumble's last energies to replace the old 'junkyard' one with their creation. 'RUMBLE'S RECYCLED SCRAP EMPORIUM'! Big Orange letters on a yellow background, sure to attract the attention of anyone passing by to leave their trash.

"Tomorrow we can work on the.. uh... the counter and stuff. Whew. Do angels sleep? Because fargo man, I really need some rest."

"We don't even need flesh."

"... you could've phrased that so much better but, uh, ok."

"Lay down and have sweet and kind dreams. I will stand vigil. Maybe walk around."

"Yeah, I will. Night, ya cutie." He held his hand as he went inside, the circle of Lust burning him. It was fine. He knew he wouldn't ever get to kiss her, let alone what he actually wanted to do. That was fine.

And what a fine night it was, too.

The angel unstrapped her armor, letting it fade away in a mist of glowing wax, sighing. She couldn't let this doubt that overtook her win, but she couldn't become overconfident. What a fine balance. And to know the eyes of the Council were on her... was she not made for this? Wasn't her only purpose in this merry existence to forgive, to give others a helping hand and have them take it? No one told her what to do when they refused. When the process was so slow. When you weren't sure if they had their heart in it as much as you had it.

Her steps were heavy, smiling as she felt the cool earth between her toes. He was surprisingly fond of using her boots, probably because his own shoes were barely recognizable as such anymore. These experiences were still new to her. On the bloody battlefield, she always found herself too busy protecting her mark and talking to them to actually realize how nice this world was. They always floated above the Gardens, and most didn't even keep, or have, their form to interact with the material plane.

So how excited she was, weeks ago now, to find out what the meaning behind the word 'sweet' was. She thought it was just another way of saying 'nice' or 'pleasant'! How incredible feeling the warmth of the forge contrasting with the cool breeze of the outside, instead of the emptiness of when she created her own ivory and gold. The odd feeling of insects on your skin. A warm hand over yours, trying to pass heat to your own, when you are cold as a body.

Such pleasant sensations. There was the looming feeling of being judged for enjoying such things, but there was also no gorging herself, no vices, no seeking it out. It wasn't a sin. And if it was... they had not cast her out for it yet.

Each step guiding her towards Bandle City's outskirts, giggling as a child would after being allowed to roam freely on their backyard for the first time. The smell of wet earth and leaves, the crickets out of her sight, how alive this was!

In the Council, she only ever listened to the singing. A chorus of infinite beauty, in perfect sincrony, their voices filling Angels' hearts with zealous purpose. Tough as her Hammer, a symbol of her usual spot of work and fiery passion for the Council's cause. But the sweet tunes that now filled her head left her... light. How odd. A being made of light, lighter. It made her giggle. She scurried through the outskirts, taking in the sights, the sounds, the world. And the world was good.

Morning came.

The smell of grilled vegetables filled the air through the thick scent of iron that haunted the junkyard. Rumble woke up in a cold sweat, no dreams, but a horrible headache. Poppy still refused to explain what the hellapinos was going on, but hey! Something was going on.

The smell of garlic hit him as soon as he was done putting on Poppy's boots, and he rushed outside. The Repenter was using a barrel filled with coal and a vent grate to cook carrots, leek... a whole bit of garlic.

"So you really don't want me spending money, huh? Whew... lemme help." Rumble walked to the barrel, waiting for Poppy to hand him her stick and flipping away the garlic piece, sighing. "We could use some seasoning, man. Eh, better than nothing."

"... so is it not good?" Poppy asked meekly, staring at Rumble as he stared at the vegetables cooking.

"It's fine. I've eaten worse, that's for sure." He chuckled. "But you're doing good. This for us?"

"I do not need to feast."

"No, but you like eating, don't you?"

She shuffled a little, shrugging. "I mean, I... just eat your fill."

"Ok." He sighed, walking inside and coming back with a chair and metal plate, eating the meal Poppy had prepared him, letting her take small parts which she was clearly eyeing, giggling and talking about the banalest things.

As they bantered, Poppy's smile slowly died down. Before Rumble could ask, Poppy spoke, slightly worried. "Did you invite Tristana over...?"

"No? Why? You think she's visiting?"

Her voice reached them before Poppy could answer. "Hey Rumble! Hey angel! Y'all wanna hang out?"

"... we were doing fine here, thank you very much you Lustful Sinner."

"Poppy?" Rumble mewled very softly, staring at her with a look that begged for at least feigned interest.

"Well, can the three sinners hang out together then?" Tristana scratched the back of her head, smiling. "I mean, you don't have to.."

"I will go." Poppy got up, crossing her arms. "But... what does this 'hanging out' include?"

"Uh, sandwiches and... oh fuck... uh, you mind if me and Teemo drink?"

"...No?"

"Drink alcohol." Rumble chimed in, knowing the Angel hadn't picked up the subtler parts of their speech.

"Oh. As long as ye do not let my Soul drink from it." It was an annoying compromise, but it was better than letting Rumble out of the leash to bury himself in sin once again. They had gone such a long way, too.

"Alright! Great. You guys don't seem to be doing anything so... wanna go now?"

The duo exchanged looks and nodded, and so Rumble got up and followed Tristana into the forest owned by her mystical friends. Moths and butterflies swarming them above, making Poppy somewhat uncomfortable, but she wouldn't say why.

On a small clearing, using a small stump as a table and two fallen logs as benches, the place was already set. Teemo was playing with his food, using his sharp claws to slice the sandwich into ever smaller pieces. A basket probably filled with delights, a bottle of wine sticking out, four chalices to drink from.

"Yo, hon!" Tristana yelled, running over to him and giving him a hug, burying her face on his red neck fluff. Rumble had caught a glimpse or two of what Teemo really was, and Poppy also spoke a lot about it, but it somehow was still frightening seeing his best friend hugging such a creature with this much calm. Well, she was happy, so...

Sitting down, they all exchanged awkward looks, but through eating and making small talk between themselves, Rumble and Tristana managed to make the other two chime in the conversation, even talking to each other at times!

While pouring another cup of wine for her lover and herself, Tristana explained to Poppy what exactly went into a sandwich to make it taste good, and silence fell. Not an anxious kind of silence, they had simply run out of things to say. Until Teemo spoke up.

"So, you two... doing fine all alone there?"

Tristana glared daggers at Teemo, who was currently sipping his wine while staring at the both of them, waiting for an answer.

Rumble spoke up before Poppy could. "I, we, yeah, we're fine."

"Yes, we are doing rather well, we are! T'is very pleasant." Poppy added, with a smile.

"You could be doing better you know." Another long, looong sip as he waited for their answers.

"You mean...?" Poppy spoke first, making Rumble sigh. Oh boy.

"I mean... Poppy, come on."

"I don't... get it?"

"You. Rumble. Alone. Doing things you enjoy. Almost glued to each other. Do you really want to let him go? You know you won't see him a lot up there."

To everyone's surprise, and Teemo's delight, Poppy didn't seem angry. She squinted at him, mouth slightly open, words ready to come out any second now. Just trying to decide on wich.

"... I... do... know." They came out very slowly as if even while saying them she didn't know if she should've spoken at all. "I know that... I'm... he will be fine, and that is what matters."

"You know not everyone in hell has to suffer."

"And yet you wept when you fell."

"Wasn't from the pain. Not that pain."

She blinked, genuinely confused. "If not that, then which pain?"

Tristana and Rumble had already gotten off their seats and were walking around, while the two higher beings spoke. Teemo's giggle made the yordles shudder, however. "Oh, my dear... you know how painful it is. Imagine Rumble staring at you. Horrified. Watching light turn into blood, bone... would you enjoy watching him abandon you? Imagine if today, after you revealed your true self... he just went back to his vices. Couldn't handle it. Just chuggin' alcohol and looking to hook up with anyone, anything, because you're not worth it. Would that feel good? And trust me... I think he would. And I know it hurts you, just thinking of that. Because it was in my mind all the time..."

"HE WOULDN'T!" She said, a little too loud for her own liking, realizing she was now standing up. Shuffling to sit down, hoping to the Council itself that the two mortals hadn't noticed, or were bothered by her actions, she crossed her arms over the table, staring at Teemo while trying to control herself. It would be shameful if they could see her here, but thankfully, the Heavens were blinded inside this forest. "He, he's not... he's a smart man. I have faith that he is healing and will keep healing, no matter what."

"Then you should try it out." Another sip, now until his glass was empty. While pouring himself another one, he continued. "How do you think he would react?"

She was silent for a bit, her eyes staring at the cloth covering the stump, clearly lost in her own thoughts. Her voice was weak when she finally spoke again. "... do you still have sandwiches?"

He handed her another one, eating it slowly and in silence, Teemo just watched.

"... so how do you handle the heat?" Rumble asked, smiling.

Tristana shrugged. "You get used to it. Why do you not say fuck anymore?"

"Long, painful story." He giggled, sighing. "Yeah, it kinda, kinda sucks. But hey, it's cool. This was fun."

"Yeah. Invite her more often! She's nice." Tristana said, whistling for Teemo's attention. "Honey, ready to go?"

"Yep, just a second!" He spoke, grabbing the wine bottle. In a whispered hush, he left Poppy with one last remark. "Just try it out."

He handed Tristana the rest of the wine bottle to finish, carrying the basket in one hand, the other wrapped around her hips. Their giggles echoed through the forest, slowly disappearing in the distance.

"Did he say anything bad?" Rumble broke their silence once they were far enough, sitting with her.

"You want a piece?" She asked feebly, already breaking a piece for him.

"I ate my fill.. unless you don't want to eat anymore?"

"... am I selfish if I say I want it?" Poppy asked, voice even weaker now, holding the piece she pulled off just in front of her.

"Go wild. A sandwich isn't landing you in hell... I... think. Man, that'd be a docking move."

She ate it while they walked home, a troubled look on her face wich Rumble could get no answers from. When they finally reached home, instead of letting him go back to designing more tech, she held him by his shoulder.

"Rumble. If I could... if you may. Follow me."

Offering her hand, she guided him a little ways behind the Warehouse, where a clearing that before was filled with monuments of scrapped metal now found itself eerily empty.

"Do you trust me, Rumble?"

"I mean, yeah, you haven't killed me yet..." He sighed. "Uhm. S-sorry. I do. I trust you. I really do."

"Please."

"I do."

Hesitation plagued her, but with every ounce of her strength, she forced herself to walk away from him, spreading her arms.

What happened next got burnt into Rumble's brains for eternity, yet if asked, he could not recollect a single moment of it. Only that it was beautiful.

It was a light show that could be seen even from Bandle City itself, although most simply tied it to being something Rumble did or one of the magic couple's spell.. and in either case, no one wanted to look further into it.

Rumble, however, was left staring at something that defied all explanation, logic, and probably was a little past whatever magic Lulu and Veigar had pulled off in front of him.

A flaming wheel radiating light as bright as the very sun, inside it six more, also burning, each radiating their own blinding light. Four pairs of eyes in each wheel, staring deep into Rumble's messy soul... right outside the biggest wheel, seven wings flapping, making the air around them cold as a blizzard.

"LOOK YE, YONDER MY GLORIOUS SELF!" A thousand voices boomed as if their word dictated reality, impossible to run away from. "THIS IS I, THIS IS THEE REPENTER, THIS BE THE ONE WHO BREAKS BED WITH YOU. BASK IN THE GLORY!"

Rumble stared at her, eyes drying up, soon soothed by tears of blood. His lips quivering, his jaw shaking, until finally...

"Você... c...ces't... beaut.. be... leza..."

"... WHAT."

"Li.. schön..."

"WHY. WHY DO YOU BELIEVE THAT."

"It hui... doi... mas niin kaunis... s..so..."

He was starting to twitch. A worrying amount. He was fidgety, and the slightest touch to his fur seemed to make him move involuntarily... but this was on a whole other level.

Wood bent and twisted into ivory and flesh, bolts of light turned into wax and finally into hair strings, her perfect crown-shaped braid returning as complex as ever. Cold hands touched his skin, boiling as if he was being cooked alive.

Lulu didn't expect to see an angel in her house, let alone one carrying a man speaking in tongues and weeping their lifeforce.

While Veigar soothed Rumble and assessed his state of mind, Poppy and Lulu were left in the kitchen, while she made them some fresh tea.

"My dear." Lulu rested her back against the counter, letting the stove heat up the kettle. "Do you enjoy what you do?"

"Yes? Of course I do."

"... do you enjoy it, or do you make it because you think it's right?"

"Well." Poppy crossed her arms. "... no one can hear us here, right?"

Lulu shook her head and clicked her tongue, before giving a warm nod. "No one except the roaches. But they're good at keeping quiet."

"I... well, it's the right thing. And I like doing the right thing. That's what I was made to do."

"Do you think they want help? To be redeemed?"

"We know what is better for them. For you all! It's why--"

"It's why you drag people out of all they know and love and replace it with your own preaching...?"

"Look, that's just what we do. I was created for that! I--"

"Have you ever seen a child?"

Poppy blinked, surprised. "Uh... yeah?"

"Then you know I was a child."

"... yes?"

"Think of yourself as a child. You were born up there. You only know what is up there. Now you're learning of what's down here." The kettle started to whistle, and Lulu poured the yellow-ish tea on both of their cups. With two smacks of her lips, she drank a little bit, and Poppy followed suit.

The tea was very sweet, although Poppy wasn't sure if she saw Lulu pouring sugar on it. The warmth didn't burn her mouth despite quite literally just coming out, in fact it heated up her belly and filled her with a fuzzy feeling of comfort. It was... enjoyable?

"Good?" Lulu said, putting her cup on the counter and walking closer.

"Yes... I'd say so, yes."

"You know what that is?"

"Tea?"

"What's in the tea."

Poppy turned her head to Lulu with confusion. "You can't... drug us."

"I didn't! But did it make you feel happy? Overwhelming joy? Surreptitious happiness? Undescribable glee? Indomitable fun?!"

"Uhm... I'm.. not sure if all apply. But it was... I.. yes, it was, comforting." She took another sip, cheeks flushing with Arclight. So... nice.

"That's a sprinkle of Yellow. You know it as Joy. Most, most people do actually. Yellow is fun, though. Yellow! Yello. Kind of like hello. Yellow!" Lulu laughed, hugging Poppy and almost making her spill the tea. "That's happiness. Happiness diluted in water... but still happiness. Have you felt it before?"

Poppy shuffled on her seat. "No..."

"Do you think you'll experience it again? I mean... you haven't had it before this point, did you?"

"Well, maybe I did, I just don't remember it."

"Poppy. Please." Lulu smiled a sweet smile, the one a mother would give to reassure their children. "You are trying to deceive yourself."

"Even if I was. What then? Do you want me to fall?"

"And if you don't, you'll never see any of us again. Tristana. Me. Rumble."

Her mouth opened, then closed, opened again... and stayed in that rhythm for a while, always just about to deliver something that would shut down all of Lulu's points! Before realizing no, no it wouldn't...

"I..." Poppy crossed her arms, sighing. "... why. That's... I... I just want to make people good and happy. I can't sin... I just, can't."

"You can be good and still do bad! Honey! That's what everyone does! No one is perfect, everyone's a deviant, hell is real and honestly, if I didn't visit it every Tuesday I'm not sure I'd be around still!"

"So you want me to fall?"

"I want you to do what's best for you. If that involves you becoming a demon? Dearest mine, do so."

This was... a lot to think about. She didn't want to think. It was so much easier on the battlefield. She could have just stayed there... that would make her happy. At least, that'd make her happy enough. To stave off this wave of existential crisis, she drank the rest of her cup, as well as Lulu's once offered it.

"Did I expose him to too much?" Poppy mumbled, the effect of the 'joy' tea gone as quickly as it came. "I don't want to hurt him."

"Oh, he'll be fine. But it seems like you have an admirer!" Lulu cooed, whistling in delight. "He keeps saying how cute you are. Was he babbling like that before, too?"

"Yeah... I... it's weird, isn't it? I've never been called pretty, honestly. Gallant, powerful, solemn, stalwart... just... not pretty. It's a nice feeling. Does Veigar call you pretty?"

"And many other names of a kind sort of love. And you want to know a secret?" Lulu leaned in Poppy's ear, purring. "I have so much pride that I was the one that he chose over anyone else in our Runeterra. Every name just makes me even happier with myself."

"And you don't feel... bad for it? Truth be told I.. uhm, I'm not, I'm not sure I'm comfortable being called... 'pretty'. I don't think a man that's twitching on the ground and feeble is on the right state of mind to call one 'pretty'. What if he saw me as something else?"

"How about we ask him when he wakes up?" A reassuring nod, wich Poppy also agreed with. "He should be a bit more stable by then."

A small guest room, usually reserved to their more savory customers, now housing a mumbling madman who a few hours ago was bleeding from his eyes and singing praises in tongues yet to be learned by mortals. Shelves filled with exotic spices, potions, and manuscripts, a bed made out of wood found in lands to the east, even more so than Ionia. Nothing at all belonged to Bandle, let alone the Continent of Valoran... a truly alien place, even if there was a comforting sense of familiarity there. At least for Poppy.

The room was dark when his consciousness returned, but even with half-blind eyes, he could see the precious light. He stuck a hand out to it.

Poppy blinked, staring at the hand with confusion, before remembering the gesture Tristana and Teemo did so ofter.

She held his hand.

"Amor..."

Lulu stared at the Angel, eyes wide and glassy, holding her breath. The house, the whole forest, holding their breaths in unison.

There was a moment of hesitation.

"...Yes?"

The mechanic rolled to his side, and for a moment it seemed like he would get up...

... before retching his guts out. Almost literally, as he emptied everything and then some that were inside him. And finally passed out once again, clutching his belly and moaning in pain.

"I..." She needed a moment to take all that in. "I-I thought... he was... he was better?"

"He isn't dead! Though now I need to clean this stuff. Give me a day or two, he'll be able to talk like a sane person then. I'll keep tabs on what he says about you." Lulu purred, but after wiping away most of the content Rumble retched on her, she crossed her arms.

"I am not going to abandon him. He is my... my... duty."

A glance from Lulu was what it took to make her melt.

"We may talk about it later. For now just... just take care of him. I-I'll help with the mess." Poppy scrambled away in search of a broom, while Lulu pulled a piece of cloth from under her hat and got to work. Where did it come from? Who knew. Man, that hat was useful.

By the time Poppy was back with a shovel in hands, the room was already cleaned, and the only odd thing, besides everything else in that house, was Lulu snorting some kind of green powder.

"Do I dare..?"

"EEP! No, don't worry. Just, you create a dependence, and before you know you can't feel anything anymore. Oohoho! This one kicked in quick. I am not well." For some reason, the prospect of feeling sick made Lulu... happy? She walked away, going to the kitchen to make something to immediately make herself feel better.

Man, mages were weird.

Ignoring the odd woman, Poppy took a chair from the kitchen and sat down, holding his hands.

"Please wake up soon."

A week had passed.

Lulu was finishing up washing the dishes, whistling a tune alien to Poppy's ears.

It was hard, having to leave the house, the woods, and report to the Council that her job was going well, only with a few 'unforseen issues' that were being dealt with 'as soon as possible!'. They were already doubting her, threatening to send her to Brand for a check-up. Every day she didn't bring either soul in was a day of worrying more. Did she really want to end up in Limbo? Forever forced to hammer steel and bone into shape for her superiors? Worse, be an angel of Purification, being stripped of every sensation other than pure zealous... well, she would say glory, but the more time she spent with these Yordles, the more she realized... 'fury' would describe them better.

And yet there was still something telling her to go back into the fold.

She chose not to share those issues with Lulu, even if the Sorceress could sense it.

"Poppy." The scrawny voice hissed, and the Repenter got up in a jump. Lulu's melody broke into giggling as she heard the armored giantess running to the room.

And there he was, dumbfounded and weirded out as ever.

"She's he... oh... oh..." It was impossible to not smile, for both of them. Veigar raised his hands in the air, chuckling as he walked to his own spouse, closing the door behind him and leaving the two together.

"...Yeah. I-I've been here a while, actually."

"I'm sorry for... y'know, being an idiot and... yeah."

Poppy blinked. "You're apologizing. For me. Almost killing you?"

Before he could answer, his head was resting against her soft chest, armor dissipating like it was made out of dust, Arclight sprinkling around her. "No no no, my little... my... Rumble. You're still warm."

His cheeks were bright red under his fur, and he was desperately trying to hide a boner. She smelled of gardens freshly bathed in rain. She was so cold, draining the horrible heat that was plaguing him. Her arms were so strong. "I-I've... I'm.. still uh... still... fever. It's just a fever. D-dumb yordle stuff."

"Stop saying that. Please." Her chin rested on top of his head, staring at texts in languages forbidden by the Heavens above, lost in a swarm of emotions she had barely any experiences with. "But tell me of one thing. I beg you."

"Y-yeah?"

"Did you truly mean it? Or were you simply mad by--"

Rumble pushed her away, pulling the pillow he had been sleeping on over his crotch. "Yeah uh, a-about... I... uhhh..."

"It is ok if you say you did not. Truly! I respect your choice. But I must have a concrete answer. I beg you."

"... is it going to make my hand flare up like I'm sticking it on boiling oil?"

She held his left hand with both of her own, resting her forehead against his. "I promise it will not."

"I... I can't stop thinking about it, really. I mean, I, look, I... sh...should I say everything?"

"I won't force you to. But... I'd like your thoughts, yes."

"... then I'll say... you were fucking beautiful." He winced in preparation for a pain that never came and slowly continued. "I... I've never seen anything that pretty. Like, you know, yeah, I like weird stuff. I know that much. But you were always.. really pretty? There was a reason I was hitting... uh, flirting with you ever since we met, y'know?"

"You were?" Poppy looked at the verge of tears, and the runt couldn't tell if they were of joy or sadness.

"... yeah."

His question was answered with a strong grip on his hands, followed by giggling.

"Rumble. Would... would you mind not seeing that? Anymore, I mean."

"You're... letting us go?" There was a hint of pain in his voice.

"I'm making sure I can't."

His confusion was visible, and as she let go of his hands, he let out a whimper. It wasn't burning, but... he longed for her touch once again. Already.

"I'm a fool." He giggled, taking the pillow off his lap and burying his face in it.

Lulu didn't seem to notice Poppy at first, continuing to talk about how the moss wasn't growing as healthy as it usually did this time of year. It took Veigar growling to finally make the Sorceress pick up who was sharing the kitchen with them.

"Oh! My dear! How are yo--"

"I want to fall."

Lulu's jaw hung open in the syllable she was cut off on, and even Veigar's veil faded as he lost all concentration, half-blind eyes staring wide at her.

"Uh.. Miss?" Poppy waved her hand in front of Lulu, who blinked before slowly catching herself.

"I... wow, you know, I really didn't think I had any more surprises ever since Veigar said yes. This is... exciting! You really mean that?"

"It means I will be like the Incubi, yes?"

"Exactly! AND, we can deal with your paperwork! But, you know... you know what that implies, yeah?"

"I don't. I don't care. I will have Rumble, won't I? Then it is settled."

A few minutes passed, and now Rumble was sitting on Poppy's lap still looking rather confused by everything. Veigar fumbled furiously through a tome that exhaled the smell of sweat and burnt wood, Lulu scrambling for materials. Candles, jewels, flowers...

"Just, just tell us how."

They both stopped what they were doing, once again confused.

"RUMBLE!" Lulu spoke, dropping the materials on their table, palms extended to him like she was showing something off. "YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO DO! DO IT! THAT'S THE WAY! It won't be pretty, but it's what she wants! And do it away from here, otherwise, it'll be a whooole messier process! Go, go have fun!"

The mechanic's cheeks flushed, and Poppy stared at him. "Junkyard?"

"Yeah, t-to the junkyard. Yeah."

They walked there, hands held, the mortal's heart pounding with excitement, and a smile in the Angel's face that no threat of punishment could harm.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck..." Rumble buried his face on his hands as he realized what he had for his first experience with Poppy.

A confused smile in her face appeared, staring at the old, dirty Rumble used for resting. "What's wrong?"

"I... t... w-well, you'd have to lay there, but.." He turned around, walking away very slowly. Would Tristana lend her bed for them? He couldn't just ta--

"Rumble. My Yordle."

He turned to face her, and on the dirty cloth he found Poppy already laid, waiting. "This is yours, correct?"

"... yeah..."

"Then it is more than I could ever want." There was... nothing. No doubts. There was a fear plaguing her that she'd suddenly turn around against her will and deny him, punish him. But when the moment came, there was nothing. Nothing but the heat that grew on her chest, pulsating. A need. Desire.

"Come."

He was a mumbling, quivering mess as he got naked, and Poppy followed suit, the shirt and pants she wore fading away to reveal a body with the muscles to crush city walls, alongside curves that would drive men and women alike wild at the mere hint they existed. Not a detail of perfection missing from her. "I..."

"You?"

There was no way to explain, not truly, what he was feeling. She was so perfect. Outside. His fingers touched her thighs. Inside. The way she didn't give up on him no matter how hard he tried to get her to quit, before finally accepting her... and being accepted himself. Those fiery eyes. Almost burning through him.

"What now?" It was comical, the two-feet tall fuzzball trying to find a comfortable place between Poppy's legs, this amazon with a figure built for war as much as it was made for desire. A treasure hidden under valuable materials, that were worth nothing compared to what she truly was.

They stood there, his fingers caressing her thighs, eyes staring straight at her own. Herself, silent, enjoying the way he seemed almost as misguided as herself. It put her at ease, somehow. Poppy knew Yordles and Humans were... not as smart as Angels, to be nice. But Rumble, for as much as he spoke of his own lust? Seemed as lost as her when it came to this kind of sin. At least she wasn't falling alone.

"My dear?"

He couldn't speak. He didn't dare stutter anymore, at least not now. He didn't want to ruin it. This time he wanted it. He wanted it for real. He needed her. More than any girl or guy he had in bed before. It felt like his chest would burst. He didn't deserve it. He only wanted to satisfy her and yet he knew not to be enough. 'This was a mistake', it echoed in his head. 'A mistake.' 'A mistake.' Paralyzed. On the verge of tears.

She wouldn't let him be left in such a sorry state, humiliating himself any longer. Sitting up and pulling him on her lap, she smiled. Rubbing her cheek against his own. Purring, as they did in moments like this, letting Rumble join in.

She finally broke their quiet purring and vibrating, smiling, as she knew what Rumble really wanted, what she was willing to be broken for. And as sad as it was, purring wasn't going to make it happen. "And now, my love?" Her voice was soft, reassuring. "I guided you. Now guide me."

"I... y-your... between your legs. Is it wet?" His voice was a whisper, shaking.

"...The hole?"

"Ye... yes, the, the hole."

Her hand slithered down his back to between her legs, cheeks glowing a soft waxy yellow as she found the 'hole'. "It feels nice to the touch.. why does it need to be wet?"

He sighed, squirming away from her grasp. "L-lay down again, I'll, I... I'll make it wet. I-I'll try to. Otherwise, it'll hurt and... I... I'm..."

"Shhh. Do what you must. I don't understand this. Please do not feel forced to get everything right, especially at this moment. We'll spend eternity together, correct? Then, please. Do not be afraid." Again, the feeling of being wrapped by a cold and gentle touch with just words. It did wonders to his heart.

He tried to close his lips with hers, but faltered a hair's breadth away. She was so close. He just had to grab her... he...

Poppy waited no longer and closed the gap in a tooth-filled kiss, tongues scraping against each other, trying to find their place inside the other's mouth. They didn't understand themselves or their lover. No matter how much experience Rumble had, how much Poppy had heard about it, at that moment they were the only two people on earth, the first to discover this burning sensation that came from holding hands, from sharing thoughts, from laughing and watching the stars together.

Laying back, and placing Rumble on top of her, the boy was awestruck by the kiss, let alone that Poppy took it herself. His cock was throbbing, pre dripping already, eyes glued to her face.

"What must you do? Tell me... we will guide each other."

He shuffled in her lap, mumbling as he tried to think of something. Poppy leaned against him, caressing his back, kissing his cheek.

"De-dear..." Rumble leaned into the comforting kisses, smiling. "No, I... I should be... doing... this kind of stuff, y'-y'know..."

"Oh?" Her hands left his back, and she smiled. "Touch me, then. Kiss me. Show me everything you've got."

She laid down once again, now putting Rumble on top of her stomach instead of between her legs, hopefully a comfier position to what he had before.

His hands soon found themselves on her breasts, fingers caressing her nipples, making small moans leave her. That wasn't what he was after, however. Soon he found himself with his cock between her abs, lips on her and one hand in her ears, the other on her breasts. Rumble wanted to show her so much. He wanted her, so much.

Poppy let him caress and touch her as he pleased, a million questions filling her mind, but she tried to keep her mouth shut. Thankfully, she found it was harder to speak with a tongue in your mouth. Every new touch, a warmer sensation filling her, a beating heart covered in ice that finally melts down.

"Ru-Rumble." She spoke once he backed away, gasping for air. "Between my legs. I can feel it..." There was a very flimsy attempt to hide how excited she was. To be lewd was one thing... to be shameless? No. It's not like he'd enjoy such things.

"I don't, I... I'm gonna look like an idiot, dear."

"You know more about this body than me, my Rumble. What are we to do?"

"Well..." He got up, trying to show his own body off, but he had none of the qualities of Poppy. He was as light as a twig, skinny, and though it was a good size for himself, not an impressive cock either. There really wasn't anything 'good' to show for himself.

Little did he know, and never could have Poppy imagined, that a guy so small and light was exactly what she wanted. Noticing just how tiny he was, even after she left her armor. How much of a shy mess he was under his cocky attitude. So fragile.

She needed him.

"Ruuumble."

"Ye... yeah?"

"Can it be my turn?"

"...your... turn?"

"Let me try and explore you this time. Please, my love?" Her words now melted him. There was still a sense of curiosity in her, and his prideful self felt a little ashamed of showing such weakness.

Shame soon turned into surprise and pleasure, her hands soft as silk touching his cock, warmer now. Looking up at his face with every new place she touched, balls, tip, the inches of his shaft...

"K-kiss it?"

"Mmm?"

"Uhm..." Oh, that must have sounded awful. "L-lovers.. usually... th-they do oral. Sucking each other's cocks, or, uh, in, in your case, it'd be me eating you out..." Her face of utter confusion did not help his composure. "T-the hole. My tongue."

"Oh. Then..." She purred as she kissed the tip of his cock, the warmth and vibration making him curse under his breath. "Y-yes dear. That is good." Her tongue came out to truly taste him, and soon enough, she found herself with the whole tip in her mouth. The shaft. She hugged his hips, going back and forth with her head, leaving Rumble barely able to stand.

"I'm.. I..." As soon as Poppy was about to ask what was wrong, the first spurt hit the back of her throat. Warm. Salty. Gooey. Another one, and another...

Pulling back, swishing it around her mouth, cheeks now glowing like lamps, she smirked. It felt good, and it tasted good... "Does that mean I did a good job?" She smiled, unsure. Whatever it was, more would be enjoyed.

"Yeah, I... I'm sorry I gave no warning. I c-came. Cum. That's, we call that cum. Seed, whatever. I. Y-yeah."

Poppy giggled. "This is... Rumble!" She jumped up, almost making the boy fall down. "If I had known this is what the Forbidden Seed was... we'd have been in this position so much sooner. Is there more...? I have an idea...!"

Rumble blinked. Oh boy. "Wh... what idea? Yeah, I could, I can, I mean, yeah, I can do another round."

"Taint my womb."

"... e... elaborate?"

"Give me your seed. Tie us together. Sully me."

"Cum inside?"

"... Yes?" She poked a space slightly above her belly. "This is the womb, yes? The hole leads here?"

"Yeah, one of them." He giggled, ease taking over him. Even if Poppy made it sound so serious, her inexperience with anything related to them was still nice. "We'll focus on that one first, if you want it. I'll make it good. Promise."

"Oh, we have so much to try out..."

Standing on the tip of his toes, Rumble tried to reach her lips once again, a dumb smile on his face. Seeing as that wouldn't fly, Poppy picked him up, giving him yet another kiss, letting their tongues figure out what they were supposed to do.

Rumble broke the kiss, and Poppy almost dropped him, but soon his teeth were clinging to her lips. There was something oddly perverted and delightful to the act, which excited Poppy even more. The way he then moved to her neck, leaving hickeys behind, making Poppy grope his thighs, having to hold herself back from showing just how much she enjoyed it all. "You're... such a sinner."

"Yours. I'm yours." He purred, slithering away from her grasp. "Now, uhm.. t-to taint your womb!" He exclaimed, probably more excited than he would be.

"I think I know how to make this easier... it has to go inside me, yes?"

Rumble nodded, and soon found himself on the ground. She was so much. And now, from the ground... she looked better than ever.

"It's throbbing... that's good?"

Speechless, the Yordle nodded, a smile in his face. "Then I am grateful you are enjoying this, my love. Now let's see if I do too..."

Carefully she positioned her legs around him, her pussy just above his cock, dripping down on Rumble. "You were supposed to take me, but... but this is fine too, right? It seems easier."

"I love it." He managed to squeeze out through the knot in his throat, breathing heavily. She was so cute. "I.. love it.

Smiling, she placed his hands on her hips, and slowly started to go down. The strange sensation of being filled, a long, quiet gasp with every bit that went in.

Like when she sucked him, the Angel started to bounce up and down, ever so careful as to not put too much weight in the small man beneath her. A smile... no, a smirk, a hint of mischief?

"My love... you look pretty from above." She purred, caressing his arms, the sensations of being groped making her smile even more. "You are such a good sinner. It suits you. Am I?"

He nodded eagerly, trying as hard as he could not to blow his load so early this time. Not only was he so excited, but he had already came once... and like this? It was impossible.

It didn't take long at all before she felt it, smaller this time, but undeniably the same thing. An odd warmth filling her up, making the Angel purr with satisfaction.

"I think.." Poppy whispered, leaning down to Rumble. ".. I want more." Her hands moved from the ground to his chest, slowly moving to his arms, pinning him down with a smirk. "Will you allow me, Rumble?"

"T-take me please." He whimpered, smiling like a dork. And from there, it was a blurr.

They kissed, they fucked, his neck was covered in just as many marks as hers when they were done. Their names were yelled over and over again by the other, fingers got wet, Rumble's tongue explored every bit of Poppy that it could and her hands, him. Even when he came again and again, nothing but a blurr of light and passionate sounds echoed in his head, completely lost to the pleasure that she granted him.

Rumble was almost passing out from the exhaustion, only a dribble of pre-cum dribbling out after three or four loads, more than he could ever think of giving in one night. But she had him wrapped around her finger.

And he loved it.

As for Poppy? She knew what would come next. Horrifying pain. Banishment. Humiliation. She would be cast in the dirt without a second thought, her blood would paint the walls and floor of the poor Mechanic...

... and yet she could not stop smiling, giggling and caressing her lover's hair, staring up.

"Dear. Dear. Just a moment. It's important."

"Yeah, I... ah... I should grab some water."

"No, no dear, please. Here. Stay here."

He looked confused, sitting up bathed in sweat, his fur absolutely soaked.

It didn't take more than a second for the blinding light to appear, a hunched man with golden shackles on his wrists, no pupils or irises. Above him, floating with invisible chains on her hands, stood the spirit of Chastity herself, disgust bathed in her ghostly visage.

"POPPY THE REPENTER! YOU HAVE--"

"I have sinned, my oath was broken, I am to be cast into Hell and suffer with the scum below for eternity. I pledge myself as guilty." She spoke as if the line was rehearsed over and over again. It filled him with pride to see how she acted in the face of her Bosses, but didn't help at all make Rumble understand what was going on.

"D-dear..?"

"My little Rumble. This will be a horrifying thing to watch." He looked up at the Aspect of Kindness as if sizing him up and with a sigh, the shackled man nodded.

"You should go away, Yordle."

"NO! LET HIM WATCH THIS WRETCH SUFFER WHAT SHE DESERVES! YORICK! THESE CREATURES DO NOT DESERVE YOUR LOVE. YOUR KINDNESS. RESERVE IT TO THE HEAVENS, AND PUNISH THIS FILTH!" She pulled up the chains, forcing the man to groan in pain.

Poppy was on her knees, looking up, defiant. Her heart pounding. Freedom was so close. What did pain feel like? She knew it was awful. Did it hurt as much as losing someone, even after trying to repent them? Was it that bad? Surely not.

His hands wrapped around her braid, yanking her up and forcing it to expand, revealing the true nature of it. A thick halo, glowing, light flowing through it like water through a pipe. All angels had some way to be dragged and manhandled, no matter how much they tried to avoid it. They were built that way.

And there was nothing worse than being cast aside like a broken or useless tool. Below a mortal soul in the eyes of the Council.

"BREAK!"

Crack.

Crrrack.

Crack.

Poppy did not yell, but she also did not move. There was a horrific expression in her face, eyes pure light like Yorick's own. Thankfully Rumble could not see it, but he also was paralyzed with confusion and fear. He didn't even really understand what was going on.

The golden Halo started to drip as the cracks in the light appeared, dripping down her hair, not unlike wax or molten gold, bright as the sun.

Crackkkk.

The perfect circle started to bend outwards, more and more light dribbling out, and though Rumble wanted to cover his eyes or look away, he simply couldn't. Like watching one of his experiments crash and burn, it was fascinating and heartwrenching... even if this was more than an experiment. It was the love of his life. Wasn't he?

CRACK!

A thousand voices yelled out at the same time, almost deafening Rumble. The Halo was completely broken, the bases of it still stuck to Poppy's head, twisted and oozing Arclight like a broken tap. Slowly it started to lose its glow, same with the light, and by the end, the Halo of light was nothing but bones sticking out of Poppy's head, and black blood oozing from those twisted horns.

"WE ARE DONE."

As suddenly as they came, The Aspects of Kindness and Chastity disappeared. Left behind, the two pieces that had broken of Poppy's now splintered Halo, and on her head, forever left as a mark, those Horns oozing their vileness.

And yet what Rumble felt most was shock and helplessness. He did just stand there like a fucking dork, didn't he? He could have thrown himself at them. He could have done something. Anything. Maybe she could've ran away, and avoided all of this, yet still lived like a sinner She was bleeding now because of him, because of his cowardice, his damn stu--

She was bleeding.

SHE WAS BLEEDING!

He barely took the time to put on his blood-soaked shorts before running to his Mech, kicking a button to start the engine as he ran back inside... where was Poppy?!

He rummaged through the blood, his fur going from blue to a deep red in moments as he searched for any trace of where she might have gone, or what happened to her.

Nothing?

... nothing.

He stood there, bathed in her own blood, lumps of waxy Light clumped tightly in his fists.

She was gone now?

This had to be a test. He failed, obviously. He fell back to sin. Was Poppy punished because of him? She OBVIOUSLY was, who else could this blood belong to?

He couldn't go to the city like this. But he wanted to cry. He wanted to ask Tristana what did he do to deserve this. Why he harmed Poppy. She was so happy. She probably was just faking it, of course she was, Angels are supposed to keep people at ease! Well, he was at ease.

And now it was all gone.

Lulu probably wouldn't judge him. Even Ziggs would probably not believe him. But those two weirdo hermits might know at least how to make him better. They did before.

He didn't even turn off the Mech, knowing it'd run out of fuel or overheat sooner or later. He could power it up later. Why was he still thinking about his mech?! GEE, MAYBE THAT'S WHY SHE LEFT!? AGH!

He beat himself, mentally and physically, over and over again as he dragged himself to Lulu and Veigar's house, a trail of blood behind him. There were no moths. Everything was so eerily quiet.

Even they wanted to avoid him, huh. Well, he wasn't going to be ignored. They'd have to cast him out of the forest!

Storming forward, now fueled by rage as well as self-loathing and guilt, he found himself knocking on Lulu's door with rage.

And as she opened the door, he was met with a hug.

"L..Lulu?"

"Yeah?!"

"Wh... wh.. did you drag Poppy here?"

"No, why?"

Lulu was quite literally covered hat to toe covered in the same black blood as Rumble, plagued by the smell of sulfur and burning flesh. His eyes were watery, and there was smoke coming out of.. somewhere?

"Uh, nothing, wh- did you see Poppy?!"

"Yes! Come here!"

Rumble had to hold himself not to push Lulu out of the way and find her on his own. Every step filling him with more dread. She was a weirdo. Poppy could be dead and she'd probably still have this happy-go-lucky attitude! AGH!

Upstairs, on a bedroom Rumble wasn't quite sure of how it fits on the general size and shape of the house, were sat the Gatekeeper of Hell himself and Veigar. Of course, Galio scaled himself down to an eight-foot-tall behemoth, but sadly, was forced to sit on a yordle-sized chair anyway. Cursed be these tiny folk who were great at sinning!

On the king-sized bed, illuminated by the moonlight, a mass of molten lava that didn't burn the cloth that covered it. Large, bulky horns that ended in a pointy tip, like the stingers of a scorpion.

"Poppy." He spoke, and if not for Lulu holding his arm, he'd have jumped on the bed.

Galio smiled. "Yes! Congratulations you tiny little bastard, you have made an angel fall with the power of your dick and lack of charm! I'd hug you, but they have a no-killing policy here, and if I have any values... I don't, I'm forced to obey. Good lawyers you got here, lad."

"Wait that thing is the Devil? Lawyers..?"

Lulu nodded. "He's Galio, hi Galio!" He waved with his oversized hands. "And he's helping your girlfriend not be a messy puddle for all eternity. It's gonna take a while until she's good to go. Will be nice though. You two can hang out together then! And kiss! And swear! Come on, give us an F! U! C! K!"

Rumble sighed. "Can I stay with her?"

"No." Galio replied drily.

Before Lulu could answer, Rumble stepped forward, breaking free of her grip. "I bet you not only I can, but you also won't be able to stop me."

"...yes, he won't," Lulu said, giggling. "He's just teasing you. Poppy will be under our watch, and you can live here until her fleshy form is done. We'll call Tristana to visit. Do you mind if Teemo comes? I think he could be useful."

"The Devil is a..." He stopped himself from completing his very stupid thought, sighing. "Sure. Just invite them over. I'll... I don't know, I'll let you guys finish, I'll go have a bath."

"I'll call you. We also have wine if you want!"

"I don't drink."

"Yes, you do."

"Yeah. I'll take a cup of water and whatever you have in store... and Lulu? Keep an eye on her while I'm out there?"

"Of course! She will be fine."

Rumble wanted to step forward and give a goodbye kiss to Poppy, but then again being in the middle of three powerful beings, and kissing the person of whose blood is covering you... not exactly the most romantic or nice thing to do. He'd be able to spend time with her later. It'd be fine.

Poppy's blood sizzled when it came in touch with the water, fading away in a cloud of steam. The cold lake almost seemed unpleasant after feeling Poppy's warmth, but it helped him relax despite the contrast. The night was still young when he left the lake, soaked as he had brought nothing to dry himself up.

He stood outside of the doorway dripping water, tapping his foot while waiting for the two beings inside to get done. Lulu brought him some cheese and water, which Rumble gladly ate up.

They were taking so long. He was so tired.

He was...

... somewhere.

Wherever he was, everything was completely black. He looked at his own hands, his whole body shattered into black pieces with clear white outlines. That was weird.

There was a sense of comfort around him, though. Something was there with him, something nice and warm. A single long and hushed whisper, spoken in a tongue he didn't understand, in a place he didn't know... and yet it made him so happy. He replied in his own whispering, very low, a jumble of words that didn't make sense together, but made him happy. 'Warm flowers... tin, flames, aluminum oil.' And they spoke, and retorted, and giggled, the presence and him. They were happy.

Rumble woke up in a chair beside Poppy, a raging boner and light headed.

The sun was already high in the sky, birds chirping, the buzzing of moths. His an... gi... fr... what would he call her now?

Poppy.

Poppy was laying in bed still, hands now covered in a vivid blue skin, a few parts of her body also starting to grow that layer. It was... eery, for sure, but it also was comforting. She was healing. At least he hoped this is what healing looked like.

The day passed, and it was calm, and it was pleasant. Veigar and Rumble talked and talked about things he didn't quite understand, the mage acting as a teacher for the misinformed fool. The meal was nice, too. Honestly, Rumble needed the rest after the night with Poppy...

Another dream.

Still just a presence, but he could feel it now. Like steam on the air, passing through him, almost absorbing him. It was so hot. It was almost too hot. He loved it.

They didn't talk, but Rumble stood there, letting the steam melt his broken pieces, dripping on the floor like molten metal, feeling himself cracking further.

This time Rumble woke almost falling on the floor, drooling all over himself and with his pants stained. Did Poppy...? No, he wouldn't have a dick if she did, he rationalized. Weird dreams. That's all.

He went back to the warehouse, grabbing whatever knick-knacks that could fit in his pockets, and whatever clothes he could get his hands on. Boy, there was a lot of blood there... he could clean it up after Poppy was done. Thankfully, Bandle citizens barely ever came up there, let alone into the Warehouse. He'd just lock the doors for safety though.

Another quiet day other than his trip.

It stayed on that rhythm for a good few days, odd dreams of something enveloping him, waking up with stained pants, eat, sleep, repeat. On the bright side, Poppy seemed to be healing surprisingly well.

After a week, a loud knock could be heard on the door below. Poppy's arms and legs were completely done receiving their skin, their blue so dark that it resembled the late evening's sky. She was getting better. Oh, what beautiful life.

Knowing better than to go below with one of Veigar or Lulu's visits, he was soon startled to hear a familiar voice, masculine, and terrifyingly worried.

"LULU PLEASE! RUMBLE, DO YOU KNOW WHERE HE IS?" After that, his words became too low for him to listen to. Ziggs? Why was he--

Oh, right, the pool of blood where he slept and the bloody steps leading into the forest.

Yeah, those would be kind of a red flag.

He pulled a blanket over himself, opening the door and standing on top of the staircase, waiting for Ziggs to climb over.

"... so he's, wait, I..." Ziggs stopped in front of Rumble, blinking for a moment before hugging the Mechanic, surprisingly strong arms almost crushing him.

"Hey, hey, I know, I missed you too." Rumble squealed out, patting Ziggs' back. "Sorry for the scare... it's... a long story."

"I want to listen. Look, dude, if you killed an angel I'm not sure what that implies but I can help hide the body, I'll--"

"What?! No, I didn't... well... I mean, technically? I fucked one. But she's ok now! I don't think she's an angel anymore so hey, no getting punished for like, saying shit for example. Like it doesn't burn at all... it's downright amazing."

"That... doesn't sound good. Aren't they coming for revenge or something? That sounds really bad."

"Possibly? I'm ok with that. If I get sentenced to hell I'll still have her. And..."

"And?"

"I think that's all I really need, man."

"You're in...?"

"Head over heels, man. I... she's... I haven't spoken to her since she fell because she's kind of... y'know, passed out currently, but I love her. She's so kind. She's so sweet, passionate, I... man, I sound like a moron."

"No, man, not at all. That's kind of cute. I'll... uh, do you want some time alone?"

"No, no, you can hang out. Not sure you'd want to see her, she's still... uhm, it's, complicated?"

"Yeah, but someone needs to clean that mess before a scout or two wander up there. I'll buy you two something nice. And try not to get you locked up. Well, I'll be seeing you, and tell her I said hi, yeah? I want to meet her one day."

"You will, man. You can be sure of that."

Despite that, Rumble followed Ziggs, and before either of them knew it they were cleaning up the Warehouse, taking away all traces of blood or of an Angel they could find. Funnily enough, Rumble found her boots again, kept hidden in one of his mechanical chests. They were still oversized, but he enjoyed wearing them... and maybe Poppy would like them too.

They drank beer, and laughed, and watched the night sky as it clambered up, sharing stories from mistakes in their engineering to silly things that happened in the city. They were brothers first, even if not related by blood. And Rumble was glad he had someone like that.

As the sun withered in a distant horizon, Teemo looked worried. Tristana was up with him, their hands held together, fingers interlaced. Her head resting on his shoulder, eyes closed as she hummed sweet lullabies of her childhood.

"I think I'm... jealous." He whispered, staring at Tristana with his wide eyes, pupils wide. He was lucky to have met her, to have been chosen to stay. Lucky to have her enjoy indulging in the depraved debauchery of Hell, lucky to have her arrange him a job and introduce him to Bandle's community. He was so lucky. And yet Poppy was luckier.

"Is it Rumble?" Tristana whispered back, looking up at him with a soft smile, trying to get him to look as happy as he was.

"No." Technically, yes. "... why couldn't I have waited and fallen for you?"

"Bec-- Teemo, come on." Tristana backed off, raising her voice, looking almost offended. "You couldn't know. Besides, I summoned a Demon, not an Angel. What if they sent Poppy anyway and you were stuck up there doing angel things? Look, I had a lot of relationships that didn't last. Truth be told I also feel a little sting when I see them happy. But I wouldn't be here if not for them, one way or the other. That or I've been reading too much sci-fi. Look, point is, we're together because of that crusty hag that lied to you and bailed. Besides, just think of it! You'll get another partner in crime! Maybe two! I don't think Rumble would be up for Demon stuff but... well, you never know, am I right? All of us, kicking ass together, or... I don't know, whatever it is Demons do? All I know you fuck, but we already fil that role... I mean, unless you want an orgy." She chuckled, staring away at nothing, dreamy, happy. She had gone through things like this before. She had no clue.

Teemo stared at her with tired eyes, sighing. "No orgies. We will... await, until she's able to talk. Then we'll visit."

"Are you sure? I liked visiting people while they were unconcious. Was easier to say what you really wanted..."

"She's not unconcious."

"You told me it'd take weeks before she... materialized, right? So how the hell is she not?"

"Dear. We'll wait. Ok? We can... visit your friend. I just don't want to be near her. Not until she has... adapted."

"Oooor... you could teach her how to Demon. I mean, you kind of pushed her to fall in the first place..."

"Well, it's her fault she heeded a Demon's words." He chuckled, and Tristana softly slapped his back.

"I also heeded a Demon's words and they were the best thing I did. So where's your God now?" She stuck her tongue out, and he soon nipped at it, both of them laughing like children. Ah, she knew how to make him happy.

They laid on the bed, and cuddling tightly, Teemo resting his forehead against hers. The idea of meeting someone who had the only thing he never got filled him with rage and jealousy... but Tristana always knew how to calm him. Despite all, he still loved her more than he could ever hate Poppy.

How lucky, he was. To start out so low, and find someone in the same level as him... this felt better than any debauchery before.

His grip got tighter around her, smiling.

"I love you."

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okay, i’m back, sorry i can’t get enough- can i request headcannons of teru, tsukasa and akane walking in to their s/o in the corner of the room sniffling, and instantly thought someone or something hurt them, and was bout to throw sum hands? But in reality they were just crying over a really sad fanfic. you don’t have to accept if you a lot of request alr doe, but thanks if you did 💞 :3

VARIOUS X READER HEADCANONS - REQUEST

“For Real?”

NOTES: ayyy you’re back :00 !! thanks for requesting againnn by the way my inbox is like a fuckin desert so no worries :333

P.S. - i don’t accept tsukasa usually but like,, special exception :3???

-> TERU MINAMOTO

As the President’s girlfriend, you are allowed full access to the Student Council Room much to Akane’s dismay.

You know what?? Akane’s gonna get kicked out again if says anything :DD

But he doesn’t really mind you.

In fact: you mind him.

*stressed (Y/N) noises as he continues to gush about Aoi*

Anyone who says ‘Hey, you can’t go in there!’ because you’re not a part of the student council shall be ignored :’)))

Teru’s got his eyes on everyone lmaoo

did i just make him sound like a yandere?? n-nah

ANYWAYSSSS 👏👏👏

You use the Student Council Room for *ehem* r e a s o n s. No, you definitely don’t use the room to read fanfictions and visual novels. Nope. Not at all.

But you actually do >:333

You’re inside that very room right now, tapping away at your phone to keep reading the next passages of the oNE OF THE SADDEST VISUAL NOVELS YOU’VE EVER SEEN—

saeyoung choi, anyone?

Then comes in Teru.

PLEASE CUE TERU BLINKING SEVERAL TIMES AND FROZEN IN PLACE AFTER SEEING THE TEARS JUST RUNNING DOWN YOUR CHEEKS

Nonono, Teru never wanted to see you cry about anything ever !! :((

He’ll do everything in his power, a whole dang lot of power in his hands, to keep seeing that smile of yours.

Frantic, he rushes over to you and kind of just,, pats your head as you sniffle and sob as you watch the screen.

He’s only ever had to deal with Tiara’s tantrums and guilt over having to scold Kou, okay??? What?? Is he gonna cradle you until you fall asleep?? Is he gonna ban you from seeing Hanako even if you can’t see him??? WHAT DOES HE D O—

Observational skills on point as always, he sees a someone on your screen, and heart wrenching words if he only knew the context behind it.

“...Why are you crying, (Y/N)?”

“HE ALMOST DIED TERU I COULD HAVE GOTTEN THE BAD ENDING AND I—“

Teru just. small smile and eyes shut, if you get my drift.

He’s lowkey confused for about a few seconds until he connects the dots with his,

b i g b r a i n ✨

You were only reading a visual novel. You just told him that you almost had a bad ending. That guy on your screen said those words. You were crying because of a fictional character??

Huh. Maybe he should pick up one of these novels and read them with you,,, if he had the time to squeeze it in his schedule— oh who am i kidding, he’ll squeeze in time to be with you no matter what.

“Should I contact the developer...?”

“tERU NO—“

-> TSUKASA

Damn rat might kill anyone who makes you cry smh smh.

I mean... business, am I right???

OKAY I’LL STOP—

You’re one of the ✨ School Mysteries ✨

How did you die? Well, let’s just say there was a truck, a phone and an unfortunate incident that’s been talked about through hushed whispers and murmurs.

Speaking of phone, dang thing’s still stuck on your hand for like,,, ages. Not that you care very much. At least the afterlife gave you some entertainment :’)))

You’re with Tsukasa for whatever reason— Once he showed up inside of your Boundary, he just clinged to you ever since. He’s cute, you admit, if you look past the terror he’s done to spirits.

Tsukasa has never granted your wish. You didn’t have one, really, but you still didn’t understand why the pesky ghost didn’t ask terrorized for one. Despite that being his job. And why he’s here. But like— whatever lol.

What he DOES do is ask you to never leave his side. What you didn’t know was that Tsukasa never granted or asked for your wish because he didn’t want you to leave him once it’s done ala horrific.

i—i forgot my point here bUT ANYWAY MOVING ON DJDBDB WHEW LONG INTRO

You’re in your Boundary, the endless hallway, and chlllin while scrolling through your phone for fanfiction to read while you’re dead. The usual. Yep, this is pretty much why you died but lmao you’re just,,, doing it again.

gentle reminder for anyone reading to not use your phone while walking across streets >:000 i care about your safety guys !!

Now where was I? oH yes.

You find a particular fic about your favorite pairing from when you were alive. It still is. Fluff, they said, it’s only fluff... It was not fluff. IT WAS A REALLY FLUFFY ONE UNTIL IT WAS NOT :(((

Tsukasa, who left for personal business, returned to see you bawling and rolling down on the ground and clutching your phone tightly.

“(Y/N)??? Is that a new exercise you’re doing???”

“nO >:((((“

He sits down cross-legged next to you, curious eyes landing on your body still rolling around because of that OnE LiNe. Most likely pokes you until you stop and pay attention to him.

You pout, ‘So cute <33’ He ponders upon before smiling far too widely at you like dude why you gotta smile like that it’s creeping me out.

Hesitantly, you showed him the screen, hoping he’d understand how much distress you have at this moment.

He did not.

“AHA! (Y/N)’S CRYING BECAUSE OF A SAD STORY!” He says with the widest fuc ki n grin.

You take back the phone, blushing immensely out of embarrassment for showing him the pic and him l a u g h i n g at you.

Eventually, Tsukasa stops. He softly tells commands you to look at him. Very very carefully, you take a quick look.

Then he pinches both your cheeks as hard as he can, slight blush on his face.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N)! I’ll make sure no one else makes you cry like this.”

-> AKANE AOI

Oh boy.

Looking at the clock on the wall, then over to the piles of notes laying about on the table, you wonder where the fuck your boyfriend could be.

It was quiet, too quiet for your own liking. Everyone else had gone back to their homes or went out with friends.

And you??? You’re here.

Waiting for Akane since the beginning of time.

omg time pun

Inside the library.

IT’S REVISION DAY DAMN IT— PLUS YOU HAD A TEST TOMORROW AND AKANE JUST SAID HE’D TUTOR YOU ABOUT IT HDBDHE

You look down on the notes you made, words barely of any interest for you, and put it down on the table. “A little quick peek.” You say as your hand shuffles for your phone in your bag.

When you DID find it, you frowned. No new texts from Akane. Awfully strange, since he’d text you 23/7 prayer circle punishment break

Then you see a notification pop up... then you find out your oh-so-loved fic has finally updated after a week of waiting. Patience running thin, you decide to read the ol’ thing.

Bad idea.

You couldn’t stop reading after a long long while. The words simple captivated your mind as of a puppeteer controlling one’s puppet. Besides, Akane was bending the rules, so why can’t you???

Speaking of time boy,

AKANE WAS HURRYINGLY DASHING TOWARDS THE LIBRARY IN S P E E D.

Teru had pushed off all his paperwork on him because he felt an eerie feeling about an apparition hanging nearby.

“The least you could do, Aoi.” He says, flashing a bright smile and leaving Akane alone in the room. HE HATES THAT GUY >:(((

Everyone around him gave him weird looks, but were already used to his old Aoi shenanigans. So they all turned a blind eye.

SUDDENLY THE DOOR SLAMS OPEN :0 !!!!

AND HE ENTERS, PANTING, AND SEES YOU.

Initially, he’s glad to see you waiting for up for him. BUT THENNN HE SEES YOU SOBBING.

“(Y/N), did I really take that long???”

“N-No, I-I’m not—“

Your eyes are obviously puffing up from the amount of tears you shed after reading a 5000-word update.

Somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to show the phone to him.

Akane’s real concerned, to the point where he’d gladly use his time-freezing skills just to check if no one was bullying you through your phone.

And after many MANY attempts to get your phone, he did it.

He stopped time. Just to see what’s on there.

Of course, he had to know what exactly made his love so sad and read the whole thing in like,, under a minute— boy’s got mad reading skills i tell you.

Finally! Time! Comes! Back! AND YOU STARE IN HORROR AS YOU SEE AKANE HOLDING AND READING WHAT’S ON YOUR PHONE

Your exact thoughts rn: s c r e e e e eEREE

Akane looks at you, a chuckle hiding behind his lips. The thoughts of you crying lingering in his mind now replaced themselves with how cute your flustered face is right now.

“Did you really cry because of this, (Y/N)?”

“Q-QUIT IT!”

Somehow, your boyfriend is such a damn tease when it came to you— tHERE ARE APPROPRIATE TIMES FOR THIS NOT NOW >:00

But still... he’s good too.

Akane wipes the tear about to escape from your eye, enjoying how your face blushed tenfold with a sly smile.

“I won’t let anyone else ever make you cry.”

NOTES: did you enjoy?? uh anyways— masterlist on the way :))

@astrxrism

#teru minamoto x reader #akane aoi x reader #tsukasa x reader #toilet bound hanako kun #minamoto teru #akane aoi #jshk tsukasa #i am in dire need of fanfics

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It had been about five months since Poppy reached Bandle.

"Hey, Popsicle?" A male voice came from behind her, dragging something heavy behind. Steel, probably.

"Yeah?" Poppy placed down the chunk of scrap she had gathered outside on the pile they had been building.

"Uh... thanks? Y'know, for..."

"Dep.. department? Do angels have to fill in paperwork now?"

"Wow, wait, you were like a fighting angel?"

"Girl, chill. You're happy, no?"

"Do not call me a Girl. Remember your... just don't."

"You didn't answer me."

A glare from her was all that took to shut Rumble back up, and so he added to their neat little pile of orange-grey garbage.

In another household, another couple danced, giggling with each other in pure glee.

"Thought of something funny?" Tristana asked, her cheek smushed against his chest. It was oddly comfy, even if he was flat as a board. But so warm... ah, his warmth...

"You could say that." He purred, caressing her hair and twirling it softly, licking his lips and grinning a grin that was nothing but teeth. "We should pay them a visit."

Tristana looked up at him, sighing. "... are you sure we can't talk about this after you've fucked me into exhaustion?"

Her dumb grin turned into her mouth agape with a loud moan, feeling his claws sinking on her. He wanted her to show off her skills.

And she would gladly do so.

It only encouraged Trist to be more and more vocal, cursing as a sailor would, whispering on his ears ever so softly about how big he was, how hot he felt, how good his tongue was.

And so she rode him on through the evening, and by the time she was about to orgasm, Teemo grabbed her hands.

"Wh--"

To her surprise, and his delight, he started to cum deep inside her. The warmth filling her up, groping his horns for support which only made both of them ride their orgasms to the sweet, sweet end.

"That was... a lot..." She mumbled, holding her belly, smirking at him. "Dear?"

"I know. Thank you..." His voice was barely more than a whisper, caressing her cheek softly. "If you ever... just want me to.. 'get there' quick.. just do that. P-please. Don't worry about it."

"Your sweet spot... is your horn?"

"... like massaging your pro--"

"No. Well, not really, but both feel pretty good. You remember your dreams, right?"

"Kind of wish you did those more often."

"Needy girl." He giggled. "Its carnal pleasure but so much sweeter. It hits something deeper... I guess it helps that it's someone I like doing it."

"You don't have to say it if you don't feel like it, I alr--"

"I do."

"And I do! I love you! And I know you don't want to slow dance in the morning light with me. That's more than fine by me. But I want you to feel... well... loved."

"And you do." She smiled, holding the back of his neck gently and pressing their foreheads together. "And you do..."

After bathing and dressing up, Teemo laid on her couch while Tristana found them something to read together.

"Uh, dear. You remember before we fucked?"

"We were running around, yeah. What about it?"

"No, like, just before."

"The... something you wanted to say about, oh, oh shit yeah." With a shitty romance novel under her arm, she hopped on the couch, Teemo crossing his legs and holding his hooves with an excited smirk.

"Don't insult Rumble like that, he's... well he's a little bit trashy, but not always. Maybe she just likes working on metal? I mean, with her hammer and all."

"She does. But it can't just be that. Angels are stubborn. Really stubborn. So to see her actually helping him? Getting her hands dirty? Oh man, I'm sure we can make something come out of it."

Tristana tapped her lips, thoughtful, squinting at him. "Something. Like... setting them up...?"

He nodded. "And maybe break a Halo in the process."

"Isn't that kiiind of a dick move?"

"Oh you big softie." She giggled, dropping the book on his lap and hugging him. "So do you have a plan, or...?"

"So no chance we're going to get smitten down by angry angels."

"Nope." He giggled, leaning down and pulling her on top of him. "So my little deviant, when do you feel like going out for a date?"

"Could be tomorrow."

"Then that's when we'll start it."

Back to the forge.

"So what's this one for?"

"I mean, if we're going to get this up and running, we need a new sign, yeah?"

"But why? The 'Junkyard' one outside seems rather fitting, seeing as this place is naught but a, well... junkyard."

"You're learning." She smiled, staring at the hot piece of metal. "Shouldn't ye have a branding rod? Put thee letters on the steel, mark your words on the iron you've helped shape."

"Tomorrow we can work on the.. uh... the counter and stuff. Whew. Do angels sleep? Because fargo man, I really need some rest."

"We don't even need flesh."

"... you could've phrased that so much better but, uh, ok."

"Lay down and have sweet and kind dreams. I will stand vigil. Maybe walk around."

And what a fine night it was, too.

Morning came.

"... so is it not good?" Poppy asked meekly, staring at Rumble as he stared at the vegetables cooking.

"It's fine. I've eaten worse, that's for sure." He chuckled. "But you're doing good. This for us?"

"I do not need to feast."

"No, but you like eating, don't you?"

She shuffled a little, shrugging. "I mean, I... just eat your fill."

As they bantered, Poppy's smile slowly died down. Before Rumble could ask, Poppy spoke, slightly worried. "Did you invite Tristana over...?"

"No? Why? You think she's visiting?"

Her voice reached them before Poppy could answer. "Hey Rumble! Hey angel! Y'all wanna hang out?"

"... we were doing fine here, thank you very much you Lustful Sinner."

"Poppy?" Rumble mewled very softly, staring at her with a look that begged for at least feigned interest.

"Well, can the three sinners hang out together then?" Tristana scratched the back of her head, smiling. "I mean, you don't have to.."

"I will go." Poppy got up, crossing her arms. "But... what does this 'hanging out' include?"

"Uh, sandwiches and... oh fuck... uh, you mind if me and Teemo drink?"

"...No?"

"Drink alcohol." Rumble chimed in, knowing the Angel hadn't picked up the subtler parts of their speech.

"Alright! Great. You guys don't seem to be doing anything so... wanna go now?"

"So, you two... doing fine all alone there?"

Tristana glared daggers at Teemo, who was currently sipping his wine while staring at the both of them, waiting for an answer.

Rumble spoke up before Poppy could. "I, we, yeah, we're fine."

"Yes, we are doing rather well, we are! T'is very pleasant." Poppy added, with a smile.

"You could be doing better you know." Another long, looong sip as he waited for their answers.

"You mean...?" Poppy spoke first, making Rumble sigh. Oh boy.

"I mean... Poppy, come on."

"I don't... get it?"

"You. Rumble. Alone. Doing things you enjoy. Almost glued to each other. Do you really want to let him go? You know you won't see him a lot up there."

To everyone's surprise, and Teemo's delight, Poppy didn't seem angry. She squinted at him, mouth slightly open, words ready to come out any second now. Just trying to decide on wich.

"... I... do... know." They came out very slowly as if even while saying them she didn't know if she should've spoken at all. "I know that... I'm... he will be fine, and that is what matters."

"You know not everyone in hell has to suffer."

"And yet you wept when you fell."

"Wasn't from the pain. Not that pain."

She blinked, genuinely confused. "If not that, then which pain?"

"Then you should try it out." Another sip, now until his glass was empty. While pouring himself another one, he continued. "How do you think he would react?"

She was silent for a bit, her eyes staring at the cloth covering the stump, clearly lost in her own thoughts. Her voice was weak when she finally spoke again. "... do you still have sandwiches?"

He handed her another one, eating it slowly and in silence, Teemo just watched.

"... so how do you handle the heat?" Rumble asked, smiling.

Tristana shrugged. "You get used to it. Why do you not say fuck anymore?"

"Long, painful story." He giggled, sighing. "Yeah, it kinda, kinda sucks. But hey, it's cool. This was fun."

"Yeah. Invite her more often! She's nice." Tristana said, whistling for Teemo's attention. "Honey, ready to go?"

"Yep, just a second!" He spoke, grabbing the wine bottle. In a whispered hush, he left Poppy with one last remark. "Just try it out."

"Did he say anything bad?" Rumble broke their silence once they were far enough, sitting with her.

"You want a piece?" She asked feebly, already breaking a piece for him.

"I ate my fill.. unless you don't want to eat anymore?"

"... am I selfish if I say I want it?" Poppy asked, voice even weaker now, holding the piece she pulled off just in front of her.

"Go wild. A sandwich isn't landing you in hell... I... think. Man, that'd be a docking move."

"Rumble. If I could... if you may. Follow me."

Offering her hand, she guided him a little ways behind the Warehouse, where a clearing that before was filled with monuments of scrapped metal now found itself eerily empty.

"Do you trust me, Rumble?"

"I mean, yeah, you haven't killed me yet..." He sighed. "Uhm. S-sorry. I do. I trust you. I really do."

"Please."

"I do."

Hesitation plagued her, but with every ounce of her strength, she forced herself to walk away from him, spreading her arms.

What happened next got burnt into Rumble's brains for eternity, yet if asked, he could not recollect a single moment of it. Only that it was beautiful.

Rumble, however, was left staring at something that defied all explanation, logic, and probably was a little past whatever magic Lulu and Veigar had pulled off in front of him.

Rumble stared at her, eyes drying up, soon soothed by tears of blood. His lips quivering, his jaw shaking, until finally...

"Você... c...ces't... beaut.. be... leza..."

"... WHAT."

"Li.. schön..."

"WHY. WHY DO YOU BELIEVE THAT."

"It hui... doi... mas niin kaunis... s..so..."

He was starting to twitch. A worrying amount. He was fidgety, and the slightest touch to his fur seemed to make him move involuntarily... but this was on a whole other level.

Lulu didn't expect to see an angel in her house, let alone one carrying a man speaking in tongues and weeping their lifeforce.

While Veigar soothed Rumble and assessed his state of mind, Poppy and Lulu were left in the kitchen, while she made them some fresh tea.

"My dear." Lulu rested her back against the counter, letting the stove heat up the kettle. "Do you enjoy what you do?"

"Yes? Of course I do."

"... do you enjoy it, or do you make it because you think it's right?"

"Well." Poppy crossed her arms. "... no one can hear us here, right?"

Lulu shook her head and clicked her tongue, before giving a warm nod. "No one except the roaches. But they're good at keeping quiet."

"I... well, it's the right thing. And I like doing the right thing. That's what I was made to do."

"Do you think they want help? To be redeemed?"

"We know what is better for them. For you all! It's why--"

"It's why you drag people out of all they know and love and replace it with your own preaching...?"

"Look, that's just what we do. I was created for that! I--"

"Have you ever seen a child?"

Poppy blinked, surprised. "Uh... yeah?"

"Then you know I was a child."

"... yes?"

"Good?" Lulu said, putting her cup on the counter and walking closer.

"Yes... I'd say so, yes."

"You know what that is?"

"Tea?"

"What's in the tea."

Poppy turned her head to Lulu with confusion. "You can't... drug us."

"I didn't! But did it make you feel happy? Overwhelming joy? Surreptitious happiness? Undescribable glee? Indomitable fun?!"

"Uhm... I'm.. not sure if all apply. But it was... I.. yes, it was, comforting." She took another sip, cheeks flushing with Arclight. So... nice.

Poppy shuffled on her seat. "No..."

"Do you think you'll experience it again? I mean... you haven't had it before this point, did you?"

"Well, maybe I did, I just don't remember it."

"Poppy. Please." Lulu smiled a sweet smile, the one a mother would give to reassure their children. "You are trying to deceive yourself."

"Even if I was. What then? Do you want me to fall?"

"And if you don't, you'll never see any of us again. Tristana. Me. Rumble."

"I..." Poppy crossed her arms, sighing. "... why. That's... I... I just want to make people good and happy. I can't sin... I just, can't."

"So you want me to fall?"

"I want you to do what's best for you. If that involves you becoming a demon? Dearest mine, do so."

"Did I expose him to too much?" Poppy mumbled, the effect of the 'joy' tea gone as quickly as it came. "I don't want to hurt him."

"Oh, he'll be fine. But it seems like you have an admirer!" Lulu cooed, whistling in delight. "He keeps saying how cute you are. Was he babbling like that before, too?"

"Yeah... I... it's weird, isn't it? I've never been called pretty, honestly. Gallant, powerful, solemn, stalwart... just... not pretty. It's a nice feeling. Does Veigar call you pretty?"

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It had been about five months since Poppy reached Bandle.

"Hey, Popsicle?" A male voice came from behind her, dragging something heavy behind. Steel, probably.

"Yeah?" Poppy placed down the chunk of scrap she had gathered outside on the pile they had been building.

"Uh... thanks? Y'know, for..."

"Dep.. department? Do angels have to fill in paperwork now?"

"Wow, wait, you were like a fighting angel?"

"Girl, chill. You're happy, no?"

"Do not call me a Girl. Remember your... just don't."

"You didn't answer me."

A glare from her was all that took to shut Rumble back up, and so he added to their neat little pile of orange-grey garbage.

In another household, another couple danced, giggling with each other in pure glee.

"Thought of something funny?" Tristana asked, her cheek smushed against his chest. It was oddly comfy, even if he was flat as a board. But so warm... ah, his warmth...

"You could say that." He purred, caressing her hair and twirling it softly, licking his lips and grinning a grin that was nothing but teeth. "We should pay them a visit."

Tristana looked up at him, sighing. "... are you sure we can't talk about this after you've fucked me into exhaustion?"

Her dumb grin turned into her mouth agape with a loud moan, feeling his claws sinking on her. He wanted her to show off her skills.

And she would gladly do so.

It only encouraged Trist to be more and more vocal, cursing as a sailor would, whispering on his ears ever so softly about how big he was, how hot he felt, how good his tongue was.

And so she rode him on through the evening, and by the time she was about to orgasm, Teemo grabbed her hands.

"Wh--"

To her surprise, and his delight, he started to cum deep inside her. The warmth filling her up, groping his horns for support which only made both of them ride their orgasms to the sweet, sweet end.

"That was... a lot..." She mumbled, holding her belly, smirking at him. "Dear?"

"I know. Thank you..." His voice was barely more than a whisper, caressing her cheek softly. "If you ever... just want me to.. 'get there' quick.. just do that. P-please. Don't worry about it."

"Your sweet spot... is your horn?"

"... like massaging your pro--"

"No. Well, not really, but both feel pretty good. You remember your dreams, right?"

"Kind of wish you did those more often."

"Needy girl." He giggled. "Its carnal pleasure but so much sweeter. It hits something deeper... I guess it helps that it's someone I like doing it."

"You don't have to say it if you don't feel like it, I alr--"

"I do."

"And I do! I love you! And I know you don't want to slow dance in the morning light with me. That's more than fine by me. But I want you to feel... well... loved."

"And you do." She smiled, holding the back of his neck gently and pressing their foreheads together. "And you do..."

After bathing and dressing up, Teemo laid on her couch while Tristana found them something to read together.

"Uh, dear. You remember before we fucked?"

"We were running around, yeah. What about it?"

"No, like, just before."

"The... something you wanted to say about, oh, oh shit yeah." With a shitty romance novel under her arm, she hopped on the couch, Teemo crossing his legs and holding his hooves with an excited smirk.

"Don't insult Rumble like that, he's... well he's a little bit trashy, but not always. Maybe she just likes working on metal? I mean, with her hammer and all."

"She does. But it can't just be that. Angels are stubborn. Really stubborn. So to see her actually helping him? Getting her hands dirty? Oh man, I'm sure we can make something come out of it."

Tristana tapped her lips, thoughtful, squinting at him. "Something. Like... setting them up...?"

He nodded. "And maybe break a Halo in the process."

"Isn't that kiiind of a dick move?"

"Oh you big softie." She giggled, dropping the book on his lap and hugging him. "So do you have a plan, or...?"

"So no chance we're going to get smitten down by angry angels."

"Nope." He giggled, leaning down and pulling her on top of him. "So my little deviant, when do you feel like going out for a date?"

"Could be tomorrow."

"Then that's when we'll start it."

Back to the forge.

"So what's this one for?"

"I mean, if we're going to get this up and running, we need a new sign, yeah?"

"But why? The 'Junkyard' one outside seems rather fitting, seeing as this place is naught but a, well... junkyard."

"You're learning." She smiled, staring at the hot piece of metal. "Shouldn't ye have a branding rod? Put thee letters on the steel, mark your words on the iron you've helped shape."

"Tomorrow we can work on the.. uh... the counter and stuff. Whew. Do angels sleep? Because fargo man, I really need some rest."

"We don't even need flesh."

"... you could've phrased that so much better but, uh, ok."

"Lay down and have sweet and kind dreams. I will stand vigil. Maybe walk around."

And what a fine night it was, too.

In the Council, she only ever listened to the singing. A chorus of infinite beauty, in perfect synchrony, their voices filling Angels' hearts with zealous purpose. Tough as her Hammer, a symbol of her usual spot of work and fiery passion for the Council's cause. But the sweet tunes that now filled her head left her... light. How odd. A being made of light, lighter. It made her giggle. She scurried through the outskirts, taking in the sights, the sounds, the world. And the world was good.

Morning came.

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