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bloodandtime · 1 year

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roommate!eddie pt 2

okay, finally posting part two to this. thanks for your patience on this!! been depressed busy lol also once again if this is bad i simply don’t want to know

cw: 18+ mdni, noncon voyuerism again (it’s still wanted, just not explicitly stated), (m&f) masturbation, wet dreams, accidental boners, eddie’s exasperated, drug usage briefly mentioned (it’s just weed), fem!reader, chubby/plus size reader implied!! um i fink that’s it. let me know if i missed anything. oh this is all in lowercase cause i suck lol this is also not really edited so godspeed to you all

nothing drastically changed after the first incident. eddie had been more skittish than usual, which is saying something as he is a jumpy little thing to begin with.

he felt guilty for getting off to you getting off and he couldn’t very well tell you that, (well he could, but he doesn’t know he could). eddie could barely look you in the eye the first few days after, avoiding you at every turn. you thought he actually might implode when you ran into him in only a towel.

he was out when you got in the shower so you didn’t bother with clothes. while there had been no ulterior motives that time, that’s not to say you didn’t start to tease eddie.

you’d been holding off on jumping his bones because you had wanted to be sure he wanted you. sure, you’d heard him get off at the same time as you but maybe it was a coincidence.

so when he finally started acting normal about two weeks later you decided to test the waters.

you started off small. wearing a big shirt and no pants one evening.

“everything okay?” you asked while floating around the kitchen, making dinner. eddie was frozen in the doorway, just getting home from work.

you avoid his gaze, butterflies swarming in your stomach, heat in your cheeks. you know you’re right, you know he wants you but that doesn’t fix your insecurities.

while moving back to the stove you catch eddie shaking his head, as if to wake himself up. his voice soon follows, albeit strained.

“yeah, sweetheart. i’m good.” eddie, was in fact, not good, “whatever you’re making smells great, i’ll be right back.”

he zooms away so fast you’re surprised you don’t see a smoke outline of him in his wake.

well, that was either a really great reaction or a terrible one continuing on with dinner, you don’t see eddie again the rest of the night.

(he’s jerking off, but you don’t know that)

a couple days pass and he hears you get off again. he hasn’t heard you since that first night. He doesn’t know if you haven’t gotten off at all (unlikely) or if maybe it was just a one off thing that he heard you. maybe you usually wait till he’s not home, but he hears you tonight and you’re not exactly quiet about it.

he’s in bed, sat up against your shared wall, hand palming his cock through his boxers as he listens. through the wall you’re moaning so loud your voice rings crystal clear in his ears. he thinks about what you look like when you’re cumming, a sheen to your skin, chest heaving, a slick mess at the apex of your thighs.

he imagines his cum dripping down your thighs and groans. that image of you is all the motivation he needs to shove his boxers down his thighs and start jerking off. he’s not kind about it, trying to get off at the same time as you. spitting into his hand, he starts a brutal pace, his other hand reaching down to massage his balls.

as he jerks his cock, he thinks about you on top, the way you’d look holding down his wrists, using him as leverage to grind into him. your tits in his face, the feel of your tummy pressing into him as you lean down to kiss him. he whimpers, feeling himself teetering on the edge.

a high pitched whine reaches his ears from your room and that’s all he needs to fall over, cumming all over his hands and stomach, he works himself through it until he’s whimpering. what he doesn’t know is that you’ve heard him again too. leaning against your shared wall listening to him work his cock.

you both sit there, in your respective rooms, out of breath and yearning for one another.

days pass and eddie’s not as openly weird about it this time. he is able to look you in the eye and hold a conversation, which you think means some sort of weird progress.

it’s finally your day off, and all you have planned to do is absolutely nothing. binging whatever show and lounging on the couch.

to be fair, eddie wasn’t home again so you weren’t originally trying to tempt him, but you did improvise. he comes home to find you asleep on the couch and he thinks he may just actually die.

you’re passed out on your stomach, one leg hitched up, face squished against the pillow while snoring softly. you’re only wearing a shirt and panties. your shirt rests above the curve of your ass, the soft cotton of your panties on display.

he comically bites his fist to avoid groaning as he makes his way over to you quiet as eddie can be, to try and rouse you kindly.

eddie crouches down, knees to chest, his fingertips a breath away from your shoulder when you moan.

he’s immediately frozen again.

this cannot be happening, you cannot be having a wet dream.

your hips start to move as you let out a breathy sigh, grinding down trying to find friction.

eddie leans his head to his knees and softly sighs, trying so hard to move himself away. leave the room and do the right thing and go.

but he can’t, not when you look like this, not when you sound like this. so pretty and soft and sweet. so he lifts his head, watches and listens.

his eyes rake up your body. your doughy thighs on display, and if he moves leans his head just so he sees the bump of your cunt. a gasp escapes him.

you’re soaked, folds stuck to the fabric. he stares too long, burning the image in his mind. forcing his eyes away, he follows the curves of your body, takes in every inch of flesh exposed by your rucked up shirt. when his gaze follows the slope of your shoulder to your face he inhales sharply.

your eyes are open, you’ve been watching him watch you.

“eddie,” teasing, voice sticky with sleep “what are you doing?”

he looks down, avoiding your gaze, brain racing to find an excuse. he doesn’t think sorry! was watching you have a wet dream will cut it.

“was just coming over here to wake you up, cause i didn’t want your neck to hurt after sleeping on the couch.” he says all in one breath, nails tapping a rhythm onto the coffee table absentmindedly. his eyes bounce around the room, avoiding.

you roll over and sit up, legs stretching out in front of you. eddie sits on the ground, between the couch and the coffee table where he still taps a rhythm, facing you.

“that’s sweet eddie, thank you.” you say, genuinely, smiling. he is kind, even though he’s telling a half truth.

his eyes flicker back to you at your thanks, the rhythm stops. he follows the curves of your form to your face, once again.

stopping at your thighs squeezing together, to where your belly peaks out from your shirt, soft and plush, to where your tits rest naturally because eddie can’t catch a fucking break.

“so, how was work?” you ask. closing your eyes as you lay back down and stretch out, you softly moan. eddie feels his cock jump, he makes himself turn away.

“oh you know,” he’s can’t look at you, he’s breathless, “same shit, different day.”

you open your eyes and nudge his shoulder with your knee, his band tee soft against your skin.

“oh come on, eddie” you tease, “i know you have more to say than that.”

he can’t help but laugh, meeting your gaze he flushes.

“i get it. i talk too much.” sighing dramatically as if you’ve fatally wounded him, “i’m sooooo sorry,” he’s all sarcasm.

as he’s talking you lean up, scooting so you’re sitting with your back against the arm of the couch. you let your right leg fall to the floor, your clothed cunt now in eddie’s direct line of sight. he stares, not breathing.

you nudge him with your foot, playing dumb.”really? nothing else? no shitty customers? nothing about your annoying coworkers?”

eddie scrambles to his feet, hands in front of his crotch, red in the face. “oh that reminds me! i offered to let my coworker borrow a book,” eddie stumbles as he walks backwards to the hall, squawking, he continues, “he closes tonight so i’ll just swing by now.”

he’s speaking louder now, almost to his room. “i might actually stop by the store too!” there’s shuffling, a loud crash and several fucks! sworn by the time he finally comes back into the living room, book in tow.

you’ve now pulled a blanket over you, dejected. turning your show back on, you wait for eddie to leave before you move to hide in your room.

he doesn’t notice the anxious look on your face, so focused on getting out of there before i burst in my pants!

eddie flies to the door, and tells you to text him if you need anything while he’s out. the door’s not even shut by the time you’re off of the couch, sulking back to your room.

eddie sits in his (newer) van to calm down before he leaves, unable to get the image of you out of his head. crushing on his new roommate was not in his plans.

he’s definitely convinced you’re flirting with him though so it’s not one sided, he hopes. he wonders if he should test the waters, see if you actually want him.

what if you didn’t know your pussy was right in his face? he knows how ridiculous that sounds.

he doesn’t want to get his hopes up, been the butt of a prank too many times that he catches himself mistrusing his intuition.

although he’s grown, he can’t always shake his insecurities, but he wants to put himself out there. for you. his mind continues to race as he drives back to work.

you, on the other hand, were wallowing in bed. you felt like you were being pretty forward. your pussy was in his face for christ’s sake! while the rejection hurts, you’re worried. maybe you came on too strong? he seems interested in you, he certainly couldn’t take his eyes away from you.

smoking a joint and taking a bath to relax, you plot your next big move. deciding that if he doesn’t make a move this time. you’ll drop it.

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s-4pphics · 1 year

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look, wild cherries! 2 (a.a)

wc;cw: 2.6k, cherrychaser!abby, scumbag!abby, virgin!oc, corruption kink, abby’s so sleazy, SMUT MDNI!!!, kinda sadism? LOL i’m unwell, fingering :D, dirty talk, dassit me finks :p

Abby woke up with a grossly ecstatic feeling in her gut. It was ten in the morning on Saturday: birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and—most importantly—virgins were roaming.

Today was going to be unforgettable.

She peppily got out of bed and immediately made her breakfast: two jelly-smothered slices of toast, a big bowl of sugary, maple-flavored oatmeal, and sliced fruit. She ate joyfully as she kicked her feet under her small kitchen table before heading back to her bedroom. She made her bed, making sure her sheets were tucked and crisp and her pillows were organized before heading to her bathroom to get ready for the gym.

She brushed her teeth as she hummed happily, thoughts of you plaguing her mind and filling her with arousal. She still had a couple of hours to herself before you came over, so she decided to spend her pass time bulking, especially since she was going to be slinging your smaller frame around all afternoon!

She spat out the water she’d been swishing around in her mouth into the sink before changing into her sports bra, tank, and shorts. She bent down to grab her packed gym bag, her headphones around her neck, before heading out.

Yeah, today was going to be amazing!

Abby was in the middle of her Romanian deadlifts when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She flinched at the touch, dropping the large dumbbells onto their rack in front of her, pulling down her blasting headphones to loop around her neck before turning.

She was met with a familiar face—a pretty girl from her electrical engineering course— as she smiled brightly, softly asking if she could help her perfect her squatting form.

… Fuck. Of course, she could. She ignored the pounding of her heart as she was led to the front of the gym.

Half an hour later, they were both stark naked in the gym showers as Abby pinned her classmate up against the slippery wall, three thick fingers shoved into her cunt as she cried out her name. The cross-eyed girl was crying out as softly as she could manage, warning Abby to slow down with a tight grip on her large wrist or she was going to scream while widening her stance so Abby could get deeper.

It only made Abby fuck her harder, making sure to keep her fingers arched so she could hit her spot dead on. She let out a scream before her whole body shook against the taller girl’s, crying out how hard she was cumming and how good it felt. Abby made sure to coax her back down to Earth before making an excuse to leave. She had about forty-five minutes before she saw you and she needed a proper shower!

She dried and dressed hurriedly before jogging back to the gym to grab her bag, taking her leave, and heading back to her small apartment in a rush.

After showering, applying perfume, and tidying up, she organized her pens and stacked her chemistry books on her nightstand. She wanted to seem as casual as possible, body clad in gray sweats and a white tee with her formula notebook opened on her bed.

You’d snapped her saying that you were walking over as she semi-patiently waited for your knock on the couch, knee bouncing up and down in anticipation as she mindlessly scrolled through TikTok.

She’d just been in the middle of a nine-part true crime case analysis before a gentle thud thud thud! came from the opposite side of her door. She damn near flew into the air with how fast she leaped up from the couch, lightly sprinting towards the door to pull it open.

She was immediately met with your scent and bright smile as she took in your appearance from head to toe: your two puffs were wrapped in red and white bows, you were wearing a short, black sweetheart dress littered in cherries, —fuckfuckfuck— and you had on sheer ankle socks under your red platform sandals. So fucking cute, she couldn’t wait to fuck the shit out of yo—

“A-Abby? You okay?” You muttered, breaking her trance.

“Huh?” she blurted out.

“I, um… I said hi,” you muttered sheepishly as your eyes darted around awkwardly. Fucking shit! You dumbass, you’re scaring the pussy away!

“Yeah! Oh my— hi! I’m sorry, I worked out earlier so I'm a little… not here, right now. I’m sorr— “

“No, please don’t apologize! I understand, not about the… working out thing but the dazed thing. The semester’s almost over so I feel you!” Your toothy grin was back on your face as you beamed in agreement.

She smiled back and jumped into action, moving to the side to allow you access into her home, “Come in! We can study in my room, I set my books and stuff up already so we can get started.”

You mumbled a small great! as you brushed past her. You smelled so fucking good. Sweet like sugar and berries and sunshine. Fuck—

“My room’s right down the hall, first door to your right,” Abby pointed out as she shut the door behind you. “Want some water or anything?”

“No, I’m fine, thank you!”

“‘Course. C’mon,” she smiled at you.

Abby led you to her room, shutting the door behind you and welcoming you to sit on her bed. You sat on the edge and started digging through your backpack.

“So,” you hummed, pulling out a stack of your own notebooks, “I have some notes that I brought for you to reference! I wasn’t sure which section of biochem you needed for your exam, so I brought as many as I could find! I hope that’s okay!”

Abby moved to sit next to you, leaving some space between your bodies, “That’s more than enough, I appreciate it so much.”

She made sure to speak softly, soothingly, and she watched your shoulders relax at her tone, “Of course, so glad I could help.”

You’d been guiding Abby through your notebooks for the last half hour, and she digested none of the information you fed her. Her brain was racing with thoughts of taking you up against the wall, in front of her window, fucking you into her desk, she wanted you everywhere—

“Abby, did you get that last part?”

“Uh huh,” she was staring at your glossy lips so hard. “Animals have seven essential amino acids that are necessary for their dietary health.”

She knew that already.

“Great, we’ll go over their names in a bit!” You set the book down beside you and stretched your arms. “Breaks are mandatory when studying, these next ten minutes are yours.”

Abby hummed in acknowledgement, resting her hand on her thigh as she watched you stretch and crack your back. Neither of you moved, sitting in comfortable silence until she slid half an inch closer to you.

You were avoiding eye contact with her: she followed your line of vision and noticed that you’d been staring at the hand she had placed on her thigh, the veins in her arms still prominent from earlier.

“I’m… uh, I don’t know. Maybe I should start going to the gym, you have great… posture,” you muttered suddenly.

A slow smirk crept up on Abby’s face, “I have great posture?”

“Mhm, like… you sit up really straight, I’m jealous. I’m such a slouch-er,” you let out a soft laugh as you held your gaze on her hand.

“… I do sit up pretty straight, I never noticed it,” she slowly clenched her fist, the veins in her hands protruding before she unclenched. She watched your legs shift slightly.

Abby didn’t give a shit about this conversation, but she loved how wispy your voice sounded, like you were trying to catch your breath. She watched your chest rise and fall steadily.

Abby leaned back slightly, pretending to inspect the curve of your spine, “Hm… I guess you do have a bit of a humpback.”

You feigned offense, sitting up straighter, “Shut up, no I don’t!”

“What d’you mean you don’t, I can see it!” She laughed at you before shuffling closer, her legs brushing up against yours. She brought a hand up and gently pressed it in the middle of your back.

“Riiight here, I feel it forming, too. Jesus Chri— “

She heard you release out a breathy sigh when she applied more pressure, watching your fingers curl a bit tighter around the edge of your notebooks. She bit her lip and watched your face twist with shock and embarrassment, and it made her cunt squeeze in her boxers.

“S-Sorry, I’m just so tired— “

“Shh, s’okay, just relax.”

She noticed you tilt your head to the side in efforts to stretch your neck. Abby leaned even closer, bringing her hands up to both shoulders to gently massage them. Your sighs started to sound more like gasps as she dug her thumbs into your back, you leaning into her touch, her grips.

“U-Um, Abby?” she heard you stutter out in between your sharp breaths. She has you she has you—

“Mhm?”

“I-I, am I still gonna help y-you—mmh!”

She tenderly spoke over your quiet whimpers, “You already did, lemme help you, now.”

“How?” you breathed out.

“Here,” Abby moved behind you, gently pulling you towards her so your back was pressed to her chest, her legs enclosing yours, “This okay?”

“Yup,” you shakily exhaled.

She smiled, “Yup? That’s new.”

“Sorry, I’ve never, um,” you sounded so nervous; she fucking loved it. “No one’s ever done this… with me?”

“Never got a massage before?” she inquired in feigned innocence, chuckling lightly.

“No, not that, like… y’know.”

Abby’s core squeezed tighter, wetness pooling in her boxers. She hummed at your subtle admission.

She let you sloppily ramble about your inexperience as she rubbed your back and shoulders, unraveling the knots in your body. She could feel your manicured nails digging into her leg with every heavy rub, your sighs of satisfaction catching in your throat.

“Feels good?” she spoke into your ear, making sure to brush her lips against it. You made a small noise as you nodded quickly.

“You’re so tense, baby. Such a hard worker,” you keened at the nickname.

There was no space between you and Abby’s bodies. She started planting light kisses on your jaw, your neck, your warm cheeks as you squirmed

“Gonna let me take care of you, angel? Hm?”

Abby sucked on your neck, her tongue rolling all over your skin. You were letting out soft moans and whines, leaning your head back on her shoulder to give her more. She sucked harder, smiling into your neck.

Abby slowly dragged her hands around your body, massaging your tits through your dress in deep rubs. Your hand flew up to lay on top of hers, encouraging her grip tighter. She heard you moan out again.

“A-Abby… shit.”

“Yeah? Like that?”

“I like it, really l-like it!”

“Then take this off,” she pulled at the sleeves of your dress. She watched you strip, scooting to pull it from under you and over your head, planting kisses to your bare back and shoulder. You leaned back into her arms, and she welcomed it.

“Look up,” she whispered to you.

Your gaze met hers in the tall wall mirror in front of the two of you, and you immediately looked down at the floor. Abby grabbed your chin in a strong gasp, holding it so you were forced to keep eye contact, “I said look up.”

“M’sorry,” you mumbled quickly. She saw tears gather in your eyes and she smiled.

“You’re so sexy,” she said against the shell of your ear, "You're gonna watch yourself cum, you understand? Don’t move your head.”

You nodded at her through the mirror. She grinned wider.

She started playing with your nipples, you were purring at her touch. Every light pull and twist was making your hips buck, a wet stain on your pink underwear. She wanted to rip them to shreds, shove them down her throat and suck the wetness out.

“It feels good, Abby!”

“Know it does, such pretty tits.”

“M’getting… so wet.”

“Fuck, baby, I know, can see it,” your breaths were making her lose it. She needed to shove in that unused cunt. “Want me to touch that pretty cunt?”

“Yes! Really, really want you to!”

“Yeah? Want me to be the first to fuck you? Force my dick in?” She could feel herself slowly drifting, something animalistic taking over her brain.

“Yes yes yes! Wan’you to fuck me! Wan’you to… take my virginity!”

She grabbed the band of your panties and tore them in half with no effort, your puffy clit exposed to her in the mirror. She immediately started rubbing you in tight circles, your swollen bud pulsing under her pointer and middle finger.

“Gonna split you the fuck open, fuck, so fucking sexy.”

You were letting out squeaks of her name, calling out to her, begging her to go rub faster. Virgins cum so fucking quick and it makes her brain melt. She could see your tiny opening clenching in the mirror, your body completely limp against her and your eyes rolled into your head.

“Abby! I think I’m, I feel… someth— “

“Open your legs. All the way, wider.”

She watched your legs spread further, knees pointed in the air as you bit your lip. She gave you no warning, shoving her drippy pointer finger in your pussy, moaning loudly at the resistance. How the fuck were you going to take her dick! You’re the tightest she’s ever felt, walls soft and squelchy and resistant. She couldn’t think about anything except working you open, hitting you deep, breeding you—

“Hurts’bby, can’t— “

“Yeah, you can, doing so good,” she ignored your protests as she slurred mindlessly. She never had this type of reaction with anyone she fucked: she felt insane, deprived, fucking feral. She needed your pussy so bad; she was going to die if she didn’t fuck you!

She was curling her finger deep in you, looking for that spot that made you cream. You've probably never reached it on your own, fuckfuckfuck—

“M’—fuck, Abby, mmh—!”

“Right there? Tha’s it? Yeah?”

“Feels s’funny in me!”

She shoved her middle finger in, bringing her hand up to rub your clit in fast, small circles. She noticed you crying, tears running down your face in fat globs, bucking your hips up to meet her hands.

She felt you cum before you announced it: she was gritting out fuck yeah, squeeze m’fucking fingers right against your ear, cream coating her digits in a thick shine as squelching filled the room. You were silent as your body shook, mouth agape and eyes crossed. She couldn’t even move her fingers; you were so tight, she just kept pressing into that spot as you groaned and begged her to stop. It’s too much, I can’t take it!

She didn’t care, rubbing you until you went limp, slapping your twitching cunt one last time before withdrawing her fingers. Sticky strings connected your entrance and her together, and, fuck, she wishes it was her dick. She brought her digits to her mouth and sucked them clean, whining at your taste. So fucking sweet.

“Look at me,” she could barely recognize her own voice. So deep and shaky.

She watched your eyes slowly pull open, wet and gone. She could’ve come right there at that look alone.

“Can’t wait to rip that pussy open.”

You looked terrified, but she saw your pussy tense up in the reflection.

She smiled devilishly.

This would be interesting.

COCKBLOCCCKKKK HAHAAAAAA U THOUGHT EVERYBODY POINT N LAUGH

last pt here :p

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puppys-tiny-space · 5 months

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🎄Santas helper🎄

✨a kid and their carer are sitting in their living room together and crafting tree ornaments out of paper, pearls, empty walnuts and ribbons. "Dd do you fink that if I make an ornament extra pretty for Santa n put it out for him with my wishlist he will be excited? He always gives people pwesents but he dun get dem back. I wan make Santa a pwesents too! N maybe I can get sum extra pwesents!" They giggle as they look up to their carer with big eyes, "Well baby, you can give it a try! I bet Santa would be super duper happy about a special ornament from you!" They pet their kiddos head lovingly and smile, their kid nods and collects a few supplies, "M gonna make it super duper pwetty n glittery! Maybe Santa even shows it to the elves, Rudolph n Mrs.Santa!", "Aw I bet he will little one! I can't wait to see it, how about I get Santas little helper some cookies and milk from the kitchen? In the name of Christmas spirit of course!" "Yush! I wan m bunny baba please!", "Aw of course kiddo, whatever my sweet little baby wants!"🎄

Fun fact of the day: the Grinch is the Christmas movie which brougth in the most revenue over the years. The runner up is home alone.

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littlehypnone · 5 months

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something ive been struggling a lot with is regressing as a disabled person im wondering if you were able to write a fic with some comfort revolving around that? like little rain or really anyone regressing and being upset about their bodies not being like the other regressors who can run around and play as much as they want while they have to really pace themself to not overdo it and get hurt. maybe a little bit of crying and them accidentally getting hurt but a whole lot of comfort?

it's not that good, not as much comfort as I wanted to write but I'm afraid I can't do better now. I hope it's still okay <3

1145 words, little rain (she/her), chronic illness flare up, pain and crying, then comfort, guest appearance from little phantom and cg swiss, cg mountain, cg aether, cg dewdrop

Rain wasn’t feeling the best the last few days. His POTS was flaring up—he’s been having at least two episodes a day—as well as his pain. His whole body was hurting, joints dislocating over and over again.

It was in times like these that Rain remembered he was actually disabled, that it wasn’t just a funny quirk.

He wasn’t taking it the best, never was. Rain was regressed most of the time of the flare up, which only made her more sensitive and emotional about the whole ordeal.

She woke up—day five—in Mountain’s arms. The night before he made her his pain relieving tea, helped her drink it before bed and then curled around her as they fell asleep. Rain started to squirm slightly, limbs a bit numb, and soon enough Mountain woke up too. “Mhm… g’mornin’, Petal. How’r you feelin’?”

“Still liddol, Mounty,” she whined, burrowing her face in the earth ghoul’s chest. “Still hurts.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, baby,” Mountain cooed, running his hands through Rain’s hair. She wiggled some more, snuggling up to the giant as he wrapped his arms all around her tight. They laid like that some more, neither of them eager to get up, until Rain mumbled something into Mountain’s skin. “Hm, what was that, Petal?”

“Need pee,” she repeated, blushing lightly. Mountain chuckled, letting go of her.

“Do you need help? Want me to walk you to the bathroom?”

“Uhm… dunno yet,” Rain threw her legs over the edge of the bed, head spinning just a little, and holding on to the frame she tried to stand. She did manage to do that, but the two or three steps she took were extremely wobbly. Mountain was by her side in a second, arm loosely curled around her waist.

“Hate dis,” she muttered, lips pouty and eyes glassy.

“I know, baby. I know.”

The earth ghoul left Rain alone in the bathroom, waiting for the door to open again. Once it did, they went back to bed. Rain let Mountain dress her and not long after, he scooped her up in his arms and they left the giant’s room to hunt for some breakfast.

They came across Dewdrop, Cirrus and Sunshine in the common room, everyone cooing over Rain, kissing her forehead in hello. Rain always liked attention, but not the patronizing and pitiful kind. When regressed, though, and in as fragile a state as she was in currently, she appreciated all of it.

“Do you want scrambled eggs, cereal or oatmeal, Angelfish?” Dewdrop asked. “Or maybe something else?”

“Uhm… I fink eggs, p’ease.”

“Got it,” the fire ghoul ruffled Rain’s hair and disappeared into the kitchen to make eggs for her. In the meantime Aurora, Cumulus and Aether came down, everyone greeting Rain with a kiss again, Aether’s laced with quintessence. It gave her enough of an energy boost to move from the couch to the table and eat her eggs and toast on her own.

Swiss walked into the commons next, Phantom hanging off of his back like a silly, sleepy backpack. He dropped them onto Cumulus’ lap, and her immediate pampering made them wake up and start purring.

Rain spent the next half an hour in Aether’s arms, with her legs in Dewdrop’s. The quintessence ghoul was relieving her pain as much as he could, the fire ghoul’s warmth helping with her lower limbs. She wasn’t feeling well, but it currently wasn’t as bad as it could be, both mentally and physically.

Worsening came with Phantom’s seemingly endless energy. After devouring their cereal for breakfast they shot up and crouched by Rain, head tilted to the side and a big smile on their face. “Rainyyyy, wanna p– play outside, d’ya wan’ go wiv m– me? We can run to de lake or– or in de garden!”

“Kid, Rainy ca–” Aether started, but got cut off by Rain’s loud whine as she curled up and hid in his neck. He felt wetness on his skin and the little shakes of Rain’s body, as well as her scent souring, told him she was crying. “Oh, Tadpole.”

“Oh… w– what’d I do?” Phantom mumbled, tears filling their own eyes. “Why Rainy so sad?”

“Hey, Batling, it’s not your fault,” Dewdrop assured, scooting closer to Aether and Rain to add some comfort. “She’s just not feeling well.”

“You can still play, though, I’ll go with you, okay?” Swiss walked in, nodding to Dewdrop at the silent plea in his eyes.

“Okay…” Phantom agreed, even if still a bit upset. They grabbed Swiss’ hand and let themself be led out of the room. Rest of the ghouls hid in the kitchen.

“Hey, Angelfish,” the fire ghoul whispered to Rain when Phantom’s giggles got quiet in the distance. “Can you look at me? Please?”

Reluctantly, Rain shifted so she’d be able to look at Dew with one eye. He reached out and with a kind, sympathetic smile wiped a few tears from her flushed cheek. “I know, baby, you’d like to go play with them. I’m so sorry you can’t.”

“I don’ like dis,” Rain sobbed, “don’ like when I can’t do fings.”

“We know, Tadpole,” Aether sighed. There wasn’t anything better to say, really. “Do you want us to take you back to bed? Maybe some cuddles will make you feel at least a bit better?”

Rain nodded, and Dewdrop pulled away to stand. Aether adjusted his grip on her and got up too, taking on the direction of the fire ghoul’s room right away. He knew Rain liked it the best there, it was always warm and smelled nice. Dewdrop didn’t follow immediately, and Rain thought she heard him talking to Mountain before running after her and Aether.

Soon enough she was put down in that cozy bed and she straightened and stretched, whining at the strain her curled up position already caused.

“Alright, where do you want us, Angelfish?” Dewdrop asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, hand gentle on Rain’s knee.

“Uhm… can I… can I lay on your chest?”

“Of course, baby,” he smiled. “Lemme get in position.”

And Dewdrop did, crawling to the top of the bed and laying down against the mountain of pillows by the headboard. Once he was done, he patted his chest in invitation. Rain took it and wiggled up to take her spot. “What about Aeth, Rainy?”

“Hm, Aef, you can… behind me an’ help my back?”

“I absolutely can,” the quintessence ghoul assured and laid behind her just as she asked, a big hand landing on the small of her back. He pulled a blanket over the three of them and started to slowly pump some quintessence into Rain.

“Da’s nice,” she mumbled and little purr wanted to break its way free. “Fank you.”

“No problem at all, Tadpole.”

“We love you so much, Angelfish.”

“Love you too.”

#scheduled post #hypno writes #little ghouls #age regression #little rain #little phantom #cg swiss #cg mountain #cg aether #cg dewdrop #hypno's disabled ghouls

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m1shaasstuff · 5 months

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Some PV headcanons cuz I'm going insane

- Transmasc, uses he/they pronouns

- Has bipolar disorder, no real reason tbh im just projecting

- Can't handle cold

- Has brumation periods (snake man. cant forget he's a snake man)

- Has a rattlesnake tail but hides it under his lab coat most of the time

- Lives on caffeine

- Overworks, has to be dragged to his bed sometimes or he won't sleep

- Rarely gets sick but when he does it hits him like a bullet train, still works until he's convinced otherwise (or he passes out)

- Also refuses medicine until he feels like he's on the brink of death (me projecting again)

- Set the kitchen on fire once and never touched a stove again

- Lets Fink paint his nails :)

- Subconsciously scared of getting close to people, self-sabotages as a result (trying his best to fix this now)

i need to draw some of these ggrr

#professor venomous #ok ko #headcanons #idk bru i really dont kno #im going insane #:3

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mtg-cards-hourly · 9 months

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Kitchen Finks

Accept one favor from an ouphe, and you're doomed to accept another.

Artist: Kev Walker TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

#mtg #magic the gathering #tcg #$0.40 #kev walker #kitchen finks #modern masters #creature #ouphe

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mydetheturk · 10 months

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Title: Tonight All Wrapped in Morning Light Author: mydetheturk Words: 952 Rating: eh, pg? Warning: None! Just somft early morning tenderness

Summary: Nicholas wakes in the morning, just after the first sun has risen. It's quiet in the Orphanage, this early.

Author's Note: This'll get up on AO3 at some point in the coming days, with or without any edits. I'll update this post and make a post linking it to AO3 proper. No big deal. Ties into Hell, I'm Dead Already and In a Circle 'Round the Kitchen Table. There may or may not be any future fics that take place in and around this specific trio of fics, idk, there's probably gonna be a series made once this goes up on ao3.

This is now up on AO3 with a shiny new series collection!

There are references to the end of Trimax, so be alert! (the world needs more lerts)

For day 7 of @mashwoodweek I chose "Domestic AU" specifically so I could have a soft post-trigun mashwood moment.

Title from: Sunday Morning Stasis by Joseph Fink

Enjoy.

Nicholas wakes. It's early morning, the parent sun only just rising and shining into the window of his and Meryl and Vash's room in the orphanage. Meryl's tucked into the crook of Nicholas's arm, her own slung across his chest. Nicholas looks around, but he knows Vash has already gotten up for the morning to do his early morning routine. Nicholas is mostly checking to see if Vash has come back in yet, or if he’ll be back in soon.

It's only been a couple of years since everything went down, and Nicholas is still afraid of waking up to find Vash gone, left behind because Nicholas physically couldn't keep up any longer or his tactics would literally kill him. Home's Plants could only synthesize a partial cure for the Eye's serum; Nicholas just had too much of his body worn out by the experiments and the serum for even the one collection of Plants that weren't overworked and worn out to fully fix.

He still wakes in the night to make sure Vash is still here in a panic, though the number of nights a month Nicholas spends in an insomniac haze of worry have abated.

Meryl yawns when Nicholas moves. She squeezes a little bit and drops back into full sleep, murmuring softly.

Nicholas needs to get up; the Orphanage won't feed itself and there are jobs around the property that will need doing. He hesitates. Meryl's asleep, having finally gotten home late last night from her work trip. Nicholas doesn't want to wake her. and he's sure attempting to get out of bed will do just that.

The bedroom door clicks open. Nicolas tenses.

“Oh! You're awake.” It's just Vash, hair down and damp, shirtless but for sleep pants and a towel round his shoulders. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” Nicholas replies. A year and a half of seeing it, and Nicholas still has a pang of guilt over the color of Vash's hair. “It's not that late, is it?” If it is that late, Nicholas will unfortunately have to scoot out from under Meryl and probably wake her in the process.

Vash hums and pads around the bed to sit on Nicholas's other side. “The parent sun only just rose. We have a little bit longer.” He presses a kiss to Nicholas's cheekbone and brushes Meryl's bangs out of her face to repeat the action. “What woke you?”

Nicholas gestures at the open window. “Didn't shutter the window last night after we got Shortie home.” She'd radioed in late, giving them her ETA, and Nicholas and Vash waited for her at the new steamer terminal on the other side of Hopeland to bring her back to the Orphanage.

Vash smiles at Nicholas, cupping his cheek and rubbing his thumb across the cheekbone. “I won't leave you like that again,” he says. “I wish I hadn't had to in the first place.” Nicholas hates that Vash has always seemed to be able to read his mind, especially in the worst moments, but he's gotten better at it.

Nicholas swallows past a lump in his throat and puts his hand on Vash's shoulder. “Just. Shut up and get in bed for a little bit, idiot.” Vash smiles. He purrs a little as he drops the towel on the floor by the bed and slides in beside Nicholas. His arm reaches across Nicholas so he can grasp at Meryl, holding her as well.

Nicholas is sure he can sleep to Vash's purrs rattling their way across Nicholas's chest. He can't, not right now anyway, but he's been lulled into sleep from it before. He's in a dangerous spot right now, trapped between and under Meryl and Vash, Meryl asleep and Vash fresh from his morning shower.

Not trapped, no.

Nicholas redirects the thought.

Held under them, soft and pliant and comfortable in the early morning light.

“Need to get up soon, Spikey,” Nicholas says. He nuzzles into Vash's hair as though he doesn't need to get up. “Kids to be fed.”

“Getting up will wake Meryl,” Vash points out. His words are light and airy but Nicholas can read the smug underneath.

“Not if you help me.”

Vash just smiles and presses his nose against Nicholas's cheek. Rude.

“C'mon. Our kids've gotta be fed.” Nicholas's words take a little of the smug wind out of Vash's sails.

“Alright.” Vash pulls back, stands up, and moves around to the other side of the bed, where Meryl currently is still tucked up against Nicholas. He runs his hand down her side, light and gentle, and Meryl tries to curl up further into Nicholas.

She's fucking cute, and Nicholas feels bad that they might wake her up because he needs to get up.

“Meryl, I need you to let Nico go,” Vash says. He's got his nose just above her cheek, speaking quietly into her ear.

Meryl grumbles, and she slowly unlatches from Nicholas's side. She's still not a hundred percent there, but Nicholas is able to slide out from her grip, replacing himself with Vash's pillow. At Vash's offended look, Nicholas grins. Meryl immediately buries her face in the pillow and is softly snoring once more. She must've been very tired when she got back in.

”You can stay here with her, or join me downstairs,” Nicholas says. “I've gotta feed a small army of kids.”

Vash kisses Nicholas's cheek. “I'll stay here a moment longer, get dressed.” Taking Nicholas's hand in his, Vash presses a kiss to Nicholas's palm. “Go feed our kids.”

Our kids.

Christ, Vash is going to kill Nicholas.

Blushing, Nicholas tugs his hand from Vash's and turns around to escape the bedroom.

Vash's light laughter follows him down the hall.

#mashwoodweek #trigun #trigun maximum #trigun stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #meryl stryfe #vash the stampede #myde writes #i finished this and did some bare-bones editing while sobering up from having alcohol for the first time on new meds #if i made a mistake no i didn't #mwah

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poppon !! hi hii hwehe ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ i wanted tew come by ‘n visit u bcz i wanted to tell you mi thoughts abt yoichi !! (‘n i noticed darnyoure becoming a caelus luver ‘n i was jumpin up ‘n down bcz i am also a caelus luver ! i fink i hav a thing for puppie boys ) but dis is soo long ‘m so sorrie !

but i was jus thinkin abt yoichi ‘n da holidays . . how cozy ‘n warm the dates would be— baking ginger bread cookies ‘n hearing him shout ‘n panic bcz why does da dough look so gloopy ?! ‘n all you can do is just laugh ‘n tease him about how horrible he is at baking but it doesn’t matter bcz it’s yoichi, ‘n he just pouts at your tease and declares that he’ll learn this recipe inside ‘n out so he can perfect it bcz that’s just him, he was a perfectionist ‘n he wanted to do everything he could to make sure that the blush on your cheeks and the sweet little grin you give him stays on forever.

don’t get mi started on da actual decorating part! i always thought dat yoichi was good at drawing since one of his fav subjects was art hwehe so ofc he gives you a smug little smirk when he sees how messy your gingerbread man looks compared to his, ofc dat grin goes away when you huff and pluck off his gingerbread man’s gum drop bcz gasp ! “how dare you?! a gum drop button?! those are precious!” he’d whine while grumbling and taking the bowl of frosting and using his finger to smear it across your nose. oh now it’s an all out war ! the kitchen is filled with the da sounds of your giggles ‘n shouting as you chase each other around your apartment, trying to run as fast as you can away from him but he’s so fast! he’s much too fast but you shouldn’t be surprised, he’s a professional athlete so when he catches you by your waist and spins you around so fast it makes the both of you dizzy, ‘n he falls onto the plush cushions of your couch while you two pant and laugh breathlessly, mindlessly looking up at the ceiling. it’s quiet for a few minutes, both of you basking in the delightful sounds of crackling fire from your fireplace and the gosh scent of gingerbread and vanilla frosting wafts over to you both like a warm hug . “come here,” he murmurs to you, reaching for your hand lazily as you thread your fingers together. you crawl into his arms and cling, gently throwing your leg over his own and he drops a kiss onto the crown of your head. “merry christmas.”

tumblr user yaakultt your taste in man is superb i approve!!!!!! and it's the charming greenflags you know :(( i understand :(( and DONT SAY SORRY I ENJOY THIS SO MUCH THANK YOU WHATT

10000/10. no notes. i wont add anything. this is perfect. omg. this is glorious ue ue yoichiii :(((( ue ue winter cuddle with the boy of all time :'''(((( truly where happiness lies

#kayla ueaudkad this made my day thank u for sharing this omg :(((((#so domestic so sweet so yoichi aydhiald im sobbing <33 #when he catches you by your waist and spins you around i feel like ascending kayla ily ily ily #babblings #i hope u dont mind if i tag it just a bit so some lucky souls could get this yoichi sweetness too!! :3 #isagi x reader #isagi fluff #isagi yoichi x reader #guys kayla is a gift to this world do u know ue ue ue kaylaaa :((( im a broken radio but this is AAAAAAAAAA #i will reread this over and over again then i will also come to your inbox the moment my brain is no longer a fluffy mush!! wait for me!!!

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lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety · 3 months

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Solar they're heading to get a snack, so probably the nearest kitchen or restaurant! Also TFM is following them so they should be ok if anything bad happens, she's good at taking care of the kiddos.

(Also hell yeah I'm ok with it! I get a sibling! >:D)

-Magic Penguin Anon

Lunar: *gasps* Snacks! We fergotted! C'mon! Chip keeps snacks in da kitchen! We gotta be sneaky, though. I fink Chip's comin-

Solar: Lunar? Ghost? Where are you, little ones?

Lunar: *squeaks* Hide! *pulls Ghost along to the kitchen*

#star anon #magical penguin anon #asks #tsams lwyd au #lwyd lunar #lunar agere #mun god speaks #lwyd nice eclispe

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🎲 for beejhawk (right back at ya if ur down 👀)!

HELLO ALLISON!!!!!!! Thank you for the prompt and YAY I had such a good time with it!!! I'm trying to keep these under 1K and it's Such a weird new challenge... hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing!!!

Random number generator rolled up: 15. A kiss along the hips, which seemed just about perfect. Below the cut for Suggestive Actions (wow):

He found Hawkeye leaning over the counter, cutting an appealingly angled silhouette as the late summer sun set through the west-facing windows. His posture was loose, comfortably slouched, his hands in his pockets. Light shone through the aperture of his bent elbows.

Hawkeye was in his shirtsleeves, after apparently abandoning his suit jacket on the floor of the kitchen. It looked like maybe Hawkeye had tried to toss it onto the table and missed. BJ picked it up, shook it out, and hung it on the back of a chair, watching for a second to ensure it stayed in place.

“How was work?” he asked. He hadn’t seen Hawkeye all day—BJ had had an intensively scheduled caseload, and Hawkeye was always getting pulled into operations with no notice because he was devastatingly competent and great under pressure.

“Good,” Hawkeye said, and yawned. “I missed you.” He yawned again, and stretched abruptly, a big dramatic cat-like movement that made his spine arch and his shoulders click.

BJ smiled, touched, and wandered closer. He’d missed Hawkeye too. It was always nice to get to come together again at the end of a long day.

“What do you want for dinner?” BJ asked, moving steadily into Hawkeye’s space until he was aligned against his body entirely, his chest pressed to Hawkeye’s back, his chin on Hawkeye’s shoulder. BJ boxed him in, hands against the counter around Hawkeye’s waist.

“We have Erin today?” Hawkeye asked, shifting so he was leaning against BJ instead of the counter.

BJ shifted to accommodate him. He wrapped his arms around Hawkeye’s waist more fully. A slow-dance posture. “It’s only Thursday.”

Hawkeye laughed, and laid his head against BJ’s shoulder, swaying with him. “I forgot. Long week.”

“Long week,” BJ repeated into the side of his neck. Hawkeye hummed, pleased, and grasped his forearms, tension steadily leaving his body. Sometimes he still got giddy with touch. BJ could relate.

He yawned, too, catching it from Hawkeye, who caught it from him again and yawned so significantly his jaw cracked.

BJ made a noise of surprised sympathy, and shifted to kiss Hawkeye’s jaw.

Hawkeye shivered, but—not a typical shiver. More of a jump.

“What?” BJ asked, trying not to yawn again.

“Sorry. Tickled for a second,” Hawkeye said, tense. He indicated BJ’s hands loosely, which had fallen to rest on his hips as he’d moved.

“I didn’t think I caught your ribs,” BJ said, apologetic. Some tickling was fun, but there was a spot on Hawkeye’s upper ribs that usually ended up with BJ getting an instinctive elbow to the diaphragm if he grazed it by accident.

“Hips,” Hawkeye corrected, relaxing against him again. “Just surprised me.”

“Oh.” BJ grasped Hawkeye’s hip more intentionally, kneading into the soft solidity of his flank. “Really? Here?”

Hawkeye’s shoulders pressed into his chest as he arched into the touch. He laughed, breathy and pleased. “Well, not when you do it like that.”

“Hmm.” BJ rucked his shirt up, tugging the button-down and undershirt out of Hawkeye’s waistband. “And what about this?” He traced as lightly as he could manage over the curve of his hip. Hawkeye had always carried a little softness there, even at his thinnest. Two years out from the end of it all, after Hawkeye had been so ill and so horribly stressed, he was finally starting to look really well again. It was nice to be able to grasp his hip and actually get something to hold.

Hawkeye barked a laugh, tensing and jolting away until BJ let off of tickling him. “Yes. Fink.”

“Sorry,” BJ said, genuinely contrite. He held himself against Hawkeye’s back again, rubbing his hip, keeping his touch too firm to tickle. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Ah. And what do you have in mind?” Hawkeye grinned at him over his shoulder, ridiculously earnest, eyes squinting shut under the force of his own happiness.

BJ leaned in, angling his head as though he was about to go in for a kiss, but paused half an inch from Hawkeye’s lips. “Turn around,” he suggested, barely audible, and backed off.

Hawkeye turned, bracing himself against the counter, eyes bright as BJ knelt. He took his time on the way down, smoothing his hands over every part of Hawkeye he could reach—shoulders, chest, stomach, then down his thighs and back up.

“How’s this?” BJ asked, slipping Hawkeye’s belt open. Hawkeye leaned back and let him do it, hands planted firmly on the counter.

“No complaints from the gallery,” Hawkeye said, wiggling his hips as BJ tugged his trousers partially down.

BJ knelt up, bracing himself against Hawkeye’s thighs, and, before Hawkeye could get a hand in his hair to direct BJ where he really wanted him, he pressed a kiss to Hawkeye’s hip, just over the place his belt usually settled, a silent apology for taking him off guard. Hawkeye sighed, pushing into his touch. BJ failed to resist the urge to turn the kiss into a gentle bite.

Hawkeye moaned quietly and grabbed for his shoulder. “You’d better kiss that better.”

“If you insist,” BJ said, and did as he was told.

#mephisto waltz rotted my brain again here's 800 words of excuse for Hawkeye lovehandle kiss thank you goodnight #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!#these are weirdly Hard to Do which makes me think they're doing something good for the Writing of it All #condensing #keeping things snappy and action oriented....#not my skillset but I'm Having Fun!!!!!

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edupunkn00b · 10 months

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The Uses of Adversity, Ch. 13: Two Days Later

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Two weeks and two days later is Star Wars Day, May the Fourth. Logan's Birthday. Guaranteed to be a day to remember.

When we, spoke we, knew it wasn't over When I, spoke I, know it tortured us both Two days later, two days later and calm - Two Days Later, by Fink

Logan’s very obvious panic attack seemed to have awoken some sort of friendly protectiveness in Roman and he’d reached out every day since it had happened. Even during his week-long trip back to London, Roman hadn't let a day go by without reaching out in some way.

Typically, it was simple texts in the morning, Logan's morning. But sometimes, well after dinner but before Logan was asleep, Roman would call, as well. Logan knew it wasn’t necessary, he was fine but… he found it impossible to force himself to discourage the calls and messages. He was now more sure than ever that his earlier musings on what Roman might have been about to say that lovely evening was nothing like he’d thought. Hoped for? Still, Logan couldn't help but look forward to starting his day with their little chats over his morning coffee.

Good morning, Lo! May the Fourth be with you!

Setting down his mug, Logan chuckled and typed back.

And also with you. 🌟

He paused for a moment, thumb hovering over the send button. Finally, he quickly tapped out another line and sent the message before he could think too much about it.

Do you have any plans tonight? Virgil and Remy came down and we’re going to have a Star Wars Marathon. We’d love it if you joined us.

Three little bubbles popped on the screen for a long time and Logan took a slow draw of his coffee, bracing himself for a thoughtful, gentle rejection. He shook his head, frowning at his own thoughts. It wouldn’t be a rejection, he’d simply asked a friend to join him and his sons for a movie night. It wasn’t a… a date.

I’m sorry, I have plans. Maybe next time? 🤞

The phone didn’t at all tremble in his hands as he tapped out a response. He merely typed too quickly to hold it steady.

Yes, of course. I did not intend to put you on the spot. Another time would be wonderful.

Logan waited, sipping his coffee, but though his message flipped to ‘read’ immediately, Roman didn’t respond. The cold certainty that he’d made a mistake crackled, blooming in his belly and growing through his chest with each tick of the kitchen clock. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You don’t invite people to a social gathering the morning of. Let alone on a Friday night! What, you seriously thought Roman Prince didn't have a date and would just be sitting at home waiting for you to— Logan took a deep, shaky breath and slowly let it out. He would do better. Roman was forgiving. Desperate not to end their conversation on such an awkward note, he finally tapped out another message.

I hope you have a great day!

He locked the screen to stop himself from staring and waiting for a response that wasn’t coming. Slow steps shuffled down the stairs and he shoved the phone into his pocket and refilled his coffee. Remy entered the kitchen, still in pajamas and tapping at his own phone. He and Virgil had gotten in late last night and it looked like he’d had trouble falling asleep after the adrenaline of a long drive. “Good morning, Remy,” he called and Remy stood still, thumbs bouncing against his phone. “Would you like some coffee?” Finally, he stopped and looked at him.

“Morning, Dad! Happy Birthday!” He pocketed his phone and nodded before hugging him. “Yes, please! I'll always say yes to coffee!”

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At the sound of footsteps down the carpeted hall, Janus frowned at the clock, then looked up from his desk. He should have had at least another hour before the office grew to its usual frenzied pace, starting the never-ending stream of people at his door. His frown softened when he caught sight of carefully polished shoes and razor-sharp creased pants.

“Logan?” Said shoes froze mid-stride outside his office door and Logan turned to face him. “Would you come in here, please?”

“Oh, J—Janus,” he sputtered, clutching a thick redwell of case files close to his chest. “I—I did—didn’t realize you were in yet.” He adjusted his glasses. “I—I mean, n—not to say—”

“It’s alright, Logan.” Janus attempted a smile. The man’s nervousness was contagious and recent… developments had left Janus doubting his assumptions about him. “It’s safe to admit your observation that I’m typically not the first one in the office each day. Leadership has its privileges, after all,” he deadpanned. Logan didn't crack a smile.

Janus gestured toward the chairs across from his desk. “Please, Logan, sit down.”

Nodding once, Logan stepped inside, spine straight and face carefully masked with his all-too-familiar ‘approach the bench’ expression. “At ease, Logan,” he said, closing the folder in front of him and steepling his hands as he sat back in his chair. He waited until Logan sat down, hands folded primly over the casefiles in his lap.

“You are correct that I’m breaking character a bit here,” Janus began. “Devin’s recent… behavior—”

“You mean assault?” Logan raised an eyebrow, still sitting arrow-straight even as he frowned back at his boss.

Janus fought a smile. There’s the lawyer. He nodded, “Devin’s assault showed me I have had a few blindspots around here.” Janus fucking hated admitting he was wrong but he had to concede to himself, if no-one else, that Logan had tried to warn him, had advised him to pay more attention to Devin’s actions.

After everything he’d learned, fucker had been right to take the deal.

Licking dry lips, Janus fished around in his pockets for mints and reached for his water. He rapped his fingers against the bottle, relishing the cold burn of the water and peppermint down his throat. It wasn’t what he really wanted. But it helped.

“I’ve spent the past three months reviewing everyone’s caseload and docket history.”

“Everyone’s cases?” Logan asked. His expression didn’t change but his eyes jumped down to the stack of files on Janus' desk.

“Everyone’s,” he confirmed. “Both for paying clients and pro bono cases.” Janus frowned. The deafening silence pouring in from Devin’s empty office on his left and Marge’s empty office on the right had grown distracting over the weeks and months since he’d introduced Roman and Devin, ever since his former best friend had revealed just how slimy he really was. Their emptied offices were a constant reminder of how easy it had been to let ‘just a little’ favoritism snowball into blinding him to their poor performance, as well.

Logan’s eyes followed his gaze but he didn’t ask for details on his former colleagues' sudden—and vocal—departures. He’d been the only one in the office who hadn’t. He’d just kept his head down and picked up more than his fair share of their abandoned cases. “The rumors are true,” Janus confirmed. “I’ve let several people go.”

He waited, but Logan only nodded, still listening. Janus sighed. He almost wished he’d smirk, say ‘I told you so,’ dance on their graves, anything… human. He just sat there like the fucking robot Devin—

Janus blew out a sharp breath, stamping out the thought before it could fully bloom. “When I was reviewing your docket, I came across the old petition records of that anti-equality initiative.” Logan nodded, brow furrowed. “A name leapt off the page.” He blinked again, lips twitching at the corners like he was forcing himself not to speak. They both knew Logan knew exactly which name he was referring to. “Your old last name,” he finally said. Janus crossed his arms, a flash of his original anger seeping out.

He’d been fucking livid when he’d spotted Kelly Jessica Croft signed in big, looping letters on the first page of the signature list. Fortunately, he’d been alone in the office, so no-one had overheard when he’d called his husband to complain.

“I can’t fucking believe it!” He’d paced the office, Remus on speaker phone so he wouldn’t shout into his ear. “I just can’t fucking believe it! This motherfucker simps and nods, all respectful with his fucking creased pants and he turned around and had his own wife run a goddamned petition against the law! Our law!”

Remus didn’t speak, and the only sound coming over the phone was the ratatatat of his brushes beating against the side of his easel.

“I can’t figure out what his angle was. Why fight his own fucking law? He wrote the damn thing! Was it the money?” Fuck knows they’d all had to pull overtime when the Save Our Families initiative had gathered enough signatures to be taken seriously. Ultimately they’d prevailed, but…

“It just doesn’t make any sense. He’s named as the primary author of the legislation. He didn’t need to fuck around. If he’d wanted more money, more attention, a better office, he could just write his own goddamn check! There were firms across the country battering down the door to meet with him. He didn’t need to do this he—Oh!” Janus' voice dropped to a whisper. “Oh, fuck.”

He stopped pacing, both hands coming up to his temples. Yep, that was a migraine coming on. He fumbled in his pocket and popped three Altoids into his mouth and crunched hard. “You don’t think he was feeding information to the Eyman group, do you?”

“Okay, Jannie,” Remus finally said, and the little shk shk of his mustache brushing against the mouthpiece yanked Janus’ attention back to the present. “Take a breath. Let’s think this through, together, okay?”

He waited, probably with that infuriatingly adorable smirk, until Janus took three slow breaths.

“Okay. When the law passed, he coulda strut around that office, right? Gotten any new title he wanted and just rode those laurels until it was time to retire, couldn’t he?” Remus’ voice was low and quiet, and Janus deflated, sinking down into an armchair near the window. He nodded silently and Remus continued as if he saw him.

“But he didn’t do any of that, did he?”

Janus sighed. “No,” he said, still frowning.

“What did he do?”

Scoffing, Janus got up and checked the 2012 docket list. “After the initiative was struck down, he requested three new pro bono D.V. cases, claiming with Marriage Equality complete, he had time to pick up ‘his slack.’” He swallowed against the sour taste in his throat and popped another handful of peppermints into his mouth.

“Jannie,” Remus cooed. He felt like he was the one being cross-examined, the noose slowly tightening.

He sat back in his chair, eyes falling shut. “What, Muse?” The throbbing in his head slowly eased.

“So his wife’s name—now ex-wife’s name—was on the petition…”

“Her name’s on the fucking presentation page." He sat up again, rage energizing him. "She had to be one of the organizers. The whole thing was probably bankrolled with his Q-Law salary!” Janus sat up, stabbing a finger down the hall toward Logan’s office. “He probably signed it, too!”

“And how long did you spend pouring over the old paper documents searching for his name before you gave up?”

“Two—”

He could practically hear his husband’s eyebrow raise over the phone.

“Two and three quarter hours,” Janus murmured.

“And had he signed it?”

“No. But I might’ve missed something.”

“Jannie…” Remus purred and Janus leaned back against his chair, arms crossed in front of his chest. He knew he looked like a petulant child but he was too angry to give a fuck. “So, if all signs are pointing to him not signing the damn thing, and when he could, he didn’t take an easy opportunity to gain fame and wealth and, frankly, a fucking target on his back…” Silence poured over the phone line.

“So why didn’t he?” Remus asked, gentler than he probably deserved.

Janus picked up the file. He’d spent hours re-reading Logan’s case notes, checking the filings… there was nothing suspicious save for his fucking wife’s name on the petition. Had Logan had some grand scheme? Had Janus somehow stopped him from taking the next steps in whatever the fuck he was trying to accomplish here? Or was Logan completely incompetent and couldn’t recognize when to strike?

“Maybe it's the other way around.” Remus’ voice cut through his wandering thoughts.

“What do you mean, ‘other way?’”

“So this guy used to be married to some Karen—”

“Kelly,” Janus smirked.

“Even better,” Remus cackled, the unexpected sound pulling a chuckle from Janus, as well. “So he’s married to this bitch Kelly who runs a campaign against her own husband’s work…” Janus dumped the last of his mints in his palm and popped them into his mouth. “The same ex-wife who watched over him like a fucking warden at the Q-Law parties, right?”

“The few he’d bothered to attend,” Janus had muttered. Something itched at the back of his mind but he couldn’t quite scratch it.

“Maybe ask him about it before you accuse him of legal espionage, huh?”

It had taken Janus three days to calm down enough to decide what to do. And another three days to call him in to discuss it. He hadn't been delaying the conversation, he’d… he’d just had a very busy calendar.

Finally sitting across from Logan in his office, he watched the man's guarded eyes, the way they bounced back and forth from the case files and his face. Anxiety sizzled through every movement. Worry. Maybe even a little fear in there.

But no guilt.

“What can you tell me about this?” he asked, setting down the file, open to his ex-wife’s signature. Janus spun it around so he could read. “You were still married when she signed this.” Logan touched her signature and for one sickening moment, Janus thought he might cry. “Did you sign it, too?”

“No, of course not!” Logan looked up at him, mouth hanging open in shock. It only lasted a second and was quickly papered over with a more controlled expression. “Janus, I—” He sat up a little straighter, lips pressed together into a thin, shaky line. “D—did you c—call me in here to fire me, as well?”

“Should I have?” Janus challenged, leaning over his desk and staring into Logan’s eyes.

Logan gripped the case files in his lap before straightening his glasses. “If you can’t trust me enough to believe I wouldn’t sabotage my own work, then perhaps you should.”

Balls of fucking steel. The wobble in his chin and the wetness he couldn’t really hide behind his glasses told Janus he was probably going to go cry as soon as he left the office, but that still didn’t stop the guy from standing up to him.

Janus nodded once. “Actually, I called you in here to offer you the office next to mine,” he looked pointedly at the wall to his right.

“Wh—what?” He almost dropped the files as he scooted closer in his chair. “But tha—that’s the office for the Assistant Attorney in Charge.”

Unflappable my ass. “Exactly.” Janus couldn’t hold back a little smirk. “You want it?”

~~~

The office slowly came to life around them as they discussed—negotiated—Logan’s new salary and a 30-60-90-day plan. Janus listened when he leapt up and taped sheets of legal paper to the wall, sketching out a plan to coordinate with firms across the country to battle the flurry of anti-trans and anti-LGBTQ laws popcorning up in even moderately purple regions. Janus laughed when Logan grabbed a highlighter from his desk without asking, but quickly sobered when he drew lines between them, noting which states were also in the middle of proposing bans on no-fault divorce and obliterating reproductive rights. It wasn’t something they’d been watching very closely at the firm, but the commonalities revealed a chilling strategy.

Again, there was that little itch at the back of Janus’ mind but he shook it away.

“Draft this up,” he nodded, clapping Logan on the shoulder. “Let’s see if it has wings.”

“Thank you, Janus,” Logan smiled. It was small, and shaky and didn’t quite wipe out the worry in his eyes every time he looked over the boxes and arrows he’d mapped out, but it wasn’t that papier mâché grimace of his, either.

Beatrice chose that moment to slip into the office, towering over both of them. “Oh, good, Logan, you’re in here. You have a flower delivery at reception.”

“Oh?” he blinked. Janus could’ve sworn he was blushing as he followed her out to the lobby.

“Go, on,” Janus nodded. “It’s time for a coffee break, anyway. C’mon," he said, grabbing his blazer from behind the door. "My treat.”

“Yes, silly,” Beatrice patted Logan’s cheek as he passed. “Why didn’t you tell us it’s your birthday?”

Plastering on a grin, Janus crossed his arms and tried not to think about how, just a couple hours ago, he’d let Logan think he’d been about to fire him on his fucking birthday.

A delivery guy stood in front of Beatrice’s desk, arm wrapped around a giant vase filled with pansies and baby breath. An enormous heart-shaped balloon emblazoned with ‘Happy Birthday, Logan’ floated above it. He held a beat-up clipboard in his other arm. Yeah, Logan was definitely blushing.

“Are you Logan Sanders?” the delivery guy asked, holding out the flowers.

“Yes,” he smiled, accepting the bouquet.

“Sign here, please,” he said, watching as Logan signed. He took back the clipboard and left a manila folder in his hand. “You’ve been served.”

Logan looked up at him, brow furrowed in confusion as he held a bouquet in one hand and a thick envelope in the other. “It’s really your birthday?” the guy asked, a twinge of guilt passing over his features. Logan nodded silently and turned over the envelope. He paled at the name of the firm on the front. “Sorry, man,” he shrugged and hurried down the stairs. He didn’t bother to wait for the elevator.

Beatrice nudged Janus forward with a pointed look, then moved down the hall, shooing away the little knot of interns who’d heard the word ‘birthday’ and had gathered to watch. Janus held out his hands. “Would you like me to take those?” he asked, leaving open which he’d prefer Janus held for him.

Logan nodded and passed him the flowers. “Is there a card?” he asked without looking up from the envelope. Hands shaking, he tore off the sealed tab and pulled out a blue-backed petition.

Janus found the card and turned it around to read. A little growl bubbled up from the back of his throat and Logan looked up at him.

“What does it say?” he asked, defeated.

“Happy Birthday,” Janus answered, only half-lying.

Apparently Logan’s bullshit detector was just as finely tuned as his and he reached for the card to read it for himself. “Happy Birthday. Pansy.”

Gritting his teeth, he shoved the card into the envelope and took the flowers, dropping the bouquet of pink and yellow pansies into the trash.

“I think I could use that coffee, Janus, if you’re still offering,” he said, jaw set despite his shaking hands.

“You bet your ass I am.”

~~~

Together, Logan and Janus read through Kelly’s petition to the court. His boss’ muttered curses grew louder with each page.

“What fucking century does she think this is?” he finally spat, shaking his head and signaling a server for another refill. “Dammit, Logan, this is…”

“I have to fight this,” Logan whispered, staring at her proposed parenting plan. Full custody of Patton with no requirement to stay within the school district or even within the state. Monthly, supervised visitation with Logan. A continued residential requirement attached to any future college payments for any of the boys after they turned eighteen.

“Of course you have to fight this,” Janus insisted, looking up from where he jotted notes in the margin. “Fuck that, we have to fight this.” Logan stared at him, the blend of shock and hope on his face twisting uncomfortably in Janus' gut. “Hey, I thought you were smart," he said, trying to deflect. "A man who represents himself is a fool.”

"A man who is his own lawyer has a fool for a client," he corrected automatically, the barest hint of a smile softening his face. “Are you seriously offering to represent me in this? It’s… it’s a personal matter.”

Janus shrugged and smiled over his coffee. “You can get me back when Remus sues me for custody of our lemurs.”

“You have pet lemurs?”

“That’s the part you find unbelievable, Sanders?”

Logan bit back a chuckle and, by the look in Janus’ eyes, that had been the point. “I have zero doubts about the longevity of you and your husband’s relationship,” he bowed his head, clinking their newly refilled coffees together. “I… I appreciate your help. I…” He blew out a sharp breath and straightened his eyeglasses, an embarrassing lump growing in his throat. “I—I don’t know what I’d do if she took my boys from me.”

Janus clinked back and smiled. “You won’t ever have to find out.”

After drafting their plan of attack, Logan crossed out the section marked The respondent forfeits his or her right to contest and signed the petition with a flourish. Janus would first enter himself as attorney of record representing him in the proceedings, file a stay, and then submit a claim for discovery. “That’ll take a while, so in the meantime, I’ll need to deposition you. I need all the facts.”

Nodding, Logan looked away. “Yes, of course.”

Janus patted his hand. “Attorney client privilege will be in effect. I won’t share what you tell me with anyone you don’t wish.”

“Of—of course, Janus. I trust you and your integrity. I…” Janus seemed to misunderstand his hesitation and gripped his shoulder.

“I think you’ve probably had enough for one day, let alone your birthday. Take the afternoon off.” Logan opened his mouth to protest but Janus was quicker. “I insist. I’ll draft the papers and we’ll start the deposition… is Monday too soon?”

“Monday would be good,” Logan nodded. Get it over with.

“Monday, then,” he smiled. “Now, I will take all of this back to the office.” Janus picked up his case files, their notes, and the petition from Kelly’s attorney. “You will go home and enjoy your birthday.”

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Spilling Tea and Baring Teeth

Not Natural ✨ The Devil's Trap ✨ Holy Water ✨ The Demon's Altar ✨ Midnight Meeting ✨ The Hunter's Trap ✨ Sharp Secrets and Bloody Blades ✨ A Hunter's Beast Tamed ✨ No Chick Flick Moments ✨ Witches, Bitches, and Beasts ✨ Cursed or Not ✨ Poison Lips and True Love's Kiss ✨ Swallowing Hard Truths ✨ Salt and Burn ✨ Five More Minutes ✨ A Hell of an Identity Crisis

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), demon Kells, hunter Dom, angry Kells, mini fight (not between them), Tom being secretive, nervous Dom, PTSD, mentioned child abuse, mentions of kidnapping or death (Ramiel), panic attacks, Dom getting sick, hurt/comfort, everyone being awkward, cuddling, boys not so secretly in love ⚰️ rating: mature

The drive home was tense in a way Dom wasn't used to. His lover wasn't ranting or pissed, if anything he was almost catatonic. He stayed with his head in the human's lap all the way. He didn't speak and they kept the radio low. Occasionally he tried to whisper soothing words or give him a comforting touch but the best thing he could do was drive. Whatever Keliphos needed to hear he couldn't give him, they had to get to Tom. He just hoped things wouldn't become a full on fight. The devil was his lover- and deep down he could admit he was so much more than that. The witch was his best friend, his only family anymore. He refused to pick sides but if Tom was still hiding things he felt hurt too.

The second they pulled up to the cottage and they felt the wards close back around them the nephalem came alive again. He pressed a kiss to the Hunter's stomach before sitting up and storming out of the car. Dom turned it off, letting the last rumble of the engine soothe him before he sighed deep. "Well fuck LuLu. Fink I should jus' stay 'ere?" He whispered but he knew he couldn't.

Tom was chopping up vegetables for a soup when his front door slammed open. He had felt the confusion and rage rolling off the halfling from miles away but he was just realizing it might be directed at him. He had tried not to spy all day and of course there were consequences. If he'd kept an eye he would know what was coming for him but with Dom back on the property he was able to get a quick run down from the boy's mind. His silver eyes went wide when he realized they'd met the second most well known fallen angel- he hadn't expected that or that the holy tax accountant would bloody well tell the boys everything. Gods- he wasn't quite sure how to handle the storm rolling in but he could at least stay calm. Fighting fire with fire never helped anyone. Something Castiel said to them was stuck in his mind though and a worry bubbled inside him. At the last moment before Kells got to him he filled the kettle with water to put on the stove. Dom would probably need it.

"So what? You think you can just play us like fucking puppets Tom? I know you think you own him but I'm older than you- if you know something about my life you fucking talk to me! I'm not that breakable you ass!" Keliphos wasn't screaming yet but he was close. Finding the witch so calm in the kitchen almost made it worse but he couldn't react with violence, Dom would never forgive him.

Tom bit the inside of his cheek so as not to laugh. How the demon thought he might be older was beyond him but he couldn't mock the angry boy. After getting the kettle set up he turned back around and faced the beast, sighing deep. His gaze caught on Dom as he wandered quietly in behind and went to sit at the island next to where Kells was standing and fuming. At least he didn't seem angry, that could help. "I didn't hide anything. I knew your mother but I couldn't be sure that was your mother. Why would I tell you before I was sure? Why would I dangle something like that in front of you without knowing I was right and risk breaking your heart?"

"Please!" Kells huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes. "You don't give a shit about my heart and like that would break me! You love having things over us. You're just playing with us! How fucking dare you keep this from me!"

Tom picked up his knife and started cutting up a garden fresh potato. It wouldn't do to have Dom's dinner be late just because they were having a disagreement. He would always care for the boy. "You know better. Did I not save you twice now? Why would I do that if I just wanted to play with you? I didn't know it was Ramiel. That actually surprises me but I'm happy to know. Your mother was very kind. I'm surprised you come from him." He couldn't help a small dig at the devil. He had saved them multiple times, they were staying under his roof, he was trying to help the brat get his revenge and still he talked to him like that? "I would venture to say how dare you Col. You don't know my life, you don't know who or what I know. I have spent so long trying to stay out of everything and yet here the two of you are. I'm exhausted halfling, I'm retired. And yet how many times have I helped your ass?" His voice went a little darker and the plants in the room wilted. He had to be more careful with his anger.

"See luv? He didn't know. Tom, is 'ere any'fin you ain't telling us?" Dom asked, trying to help the situation.

The witch paused and glanced up at the boy he called family. He could feel his eyelid twitch at the frustration. "I'm sure there is plenty, I'm old- it happens. Anything relevant? I'm not sure." He sighed, he didn't want to lie. He loved the kid and was coming to love the bastard as well but he wasn't good at opening up. He took a deep breath and paused his preparations. He could give them a moment of real focus, he just wasn't used to dealing with other people and their emotions anymore. "Your mother was a good friend of mine. I… I don't know what happened to him but I haven't seen him in a very long time. I would not be surprised if your father killed him. It's what I've believed for many years. I didn't know you were that child or I would have said something. I swear." He tried to soothe and he watched as the rage bled out of the other man and he crumpled into a seat next to his mate.

Kells put his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. "Astaroth is a fucking monster. I'm a fucking monster!" He grumbled, moving his hands until his forehead hit the countertop.

Dom reached slowly over to run a hand over his lover's back. He wanted to help but he wasn't quite sure how to. They were a house full of awkward killers, they didn't exactly have people skills. "'Ere's a little monster in all of us I fink." He sighed and when his best friend snorted a laugh and moved to the stove to turn off the whistling kettle his brow furrowed. "Problem Tommy?"

"Not at all." The witch lied, finishing up a cup of tea for them both. He wasn't even sure about his thought and he certainly wasn't going to toss kindling to the fire that was the devil's emotions. "You're quite right. There's a little monster in us all. We have to choose to do better. It's a choice we make everyday. You aren't your father and you aren't your mother. You have to be your own person and I believe you're trying. You have your own family now Kells, but if you wish to find out what happened to Rami I would gladly help." He hadn't seen his friend since… No he couldn't think about that right now. "I know the fae that tried to protect you both. I can talk to them." He offered. There were plenty of things he didn't think he could tell them yet but at least that was something.

"Thanks. Yeah. That'd be good." The devil mumbled against the marble.

Tom shook his head and turned to pull fresh bread from the oven. The moment he set it on the island the Hunter was trying to reach for it. "Give it a moment. You have absolutely no manners." He huffed softly but smiled at the boy. It was endearing honestly, he was happy to take care of him. He found himself looking at the halfling a bit differently, he may not have memories of his own mother but if he was Ramiel's child he knew there was good in him. If Kells was truly that child he helped raise for four years… No- he needed to wait to think that way until he was alone. There was a reason he had been so scared of Dom falling whelped, he never had been able to keep the babes he thought of as his. Though perhaps they always came back.

Something in the air shifted as Tom went back to cooking. He pulled his hair free of its bun and let it fall like a curtain around his face as if he needed to hide. Dom wanted to fix all of the problems in the room but instead he reached for a roll again and picked at it quietly. He had grown up with parents that fought around him and everytime he was around it he felt like he was doing something wrong. Like the fight was about him even if it wasn't. He had an urge to make everything better but he couldn't in this situation and it hurt his heart. He was so nervous he was starting to get nauseous.

"Dom, we're alright. No one is fighting. Just enjoy your stolen bread." Tom sighed. He didn't want him having a panic attack because of something he had a part in.

Kells sat up a little too fast but for once he hadn't been in his lover's head. He didn't realize Dom was getting anxious until it was too late. He turned to help calm him just as the human stumbled off his seat and ran for the bathroom. The door slamming shut felt like a slap across his face. "Fuck."

"Just give him a moment."

"Does that happen a lot?" He worried aloud. He hated having to ask the witch about his own lover but Tommy had known him longer.

"He panics a lot. You've seen his nightmares. He doesn't normally get sick though." The witch shrugged back, putting the soup to simmer. It didn't seem like it would be eaten anytime soon.

"Grrreat. I'm making him sick. Awesome." The devil grumbled, rubbing his hand over his face. Tom fought himself so he wouldn't make a joke and agree.

"A lot is happening. All you can do is take care of each other. He's your mate now for better or worse. You're part of the family." The ancient made himself stop and look up at the other man. For just a moment he could see the little boy he once loved. "Perhaps you've always been."

"Dude, are you okay?" Keliphos asked, he didn't mean to have a tone but he was a little uncomfortable and overwhelmed. They heard the door open and the Hunter stalk off to their bedroom but that one didn't close. It felt like an invitation.

Tom forced a smile and nodded, waving Col off to the boy they both craved to take care of. "Go on. I'll let you know when dinner is ready. Go take care of him." He sniffled.

Kells paused a moment but after yelling at the witch he didn't know how to help him. What he did know was that they both loved Dom and he came first. Well- he normally did. He caught the frazzled man roll his eyes and he knew he'd heard his mental joke. For once he almost blushed but instead of saying anything he stood up and wandered off to find his human. His mate. He'd caught the word but he didn't know what it meant in context. If anything it sounded a little naughty but it felt right. Maybe it was an angel thing, he wasn't sure but when he reached their room and found Dom curled in a ball in bed he knew the word was correct. That was his mate.

He didn't speak, he just crawled in bed behind his omega and curled close around him. His palm searched out the punk's belly and he tried to heal him but he wasn't sure that was something that could be fixed. Yet again he was struck by the fact that while he was upset- nothing felt as terrible as it would if he didn't have his bitch. Dominic made everything better. "Hungry baby?" He asked softly, nuzzling Dom's hair when the kid just groaned.

"Later. I'm okay." His inner child was still nervous and didn't want anyone worrying about him. He wanted to make everything better.

"Shit Dom… You do make everything better. Look at me. Look- hey, roll over here." He sighed, helping as the boy moved. When shiny jade eyes met his he hurt even more. He hadn't meant to scare him. "None of that was you. You keep me from getting really pissed. You keep me sane. Fuck Dom… I can't do any of this without you. And you fucking know I hate this feels shit." He grumbled. Maybe he still had too much of an edge but he was trying to settle. To soothe. "We're chill okay? I swear not to hurt your bestie."

Dom huffed a laugh and inched closer. "Like you could." He teased, pressing himself against his partner's chest. "I'm glad we know. I'll 'elp you find 'im. We'll find 'im." He vowed softly. They weren't cuddling, of course they weren't but his lover's hold was warm and he was still drained from their long day.

"Thank you." Keliphos whispered back, pressing a kiss to the boy's wild hair. If he didn't know better their words sounded a bit like 'I love you' but that wasn't something he could deal with yet. It didn't matter anyway, he could feel Dom already half asleep in his arms. The scent of Tom's special tea filled the room and he knew if he looked it would be on the bedside table, sent in by the witch. He may have issues with his secrecy but they both cared about his mate. Perhaps he could learn to be part of a family, it was just so fucking new.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Don't worry, smut is never far off. I thought their fight would be more intense but they're almost acting like the adults they should already have been for thousands of years! Yay! What happened between Tom and Ramiel? What is Tom still hiding? Where is Ramiel and how can they find out? What do the fae have to do with anything? How will they handle their next steps when Tom and Kells don't want Dom to be in danger? Keep reading to find out! Thank you! 🖤⚰️

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