#the thing I wanted to draw ain’t getting done any time soon I think but whatever

[moonfurthetemmie]

The Maelstrom and the beasts

Beasts

Those most at risk to turn into beasts are those who have trouble regulating their emotions. This is one of the things that Nightmare and Dream managed to find out before they died, though it had only been a theory. The others have since seen this proven as fact.

People like Cross and Error, who were close to a spirit, happen to have a slight immunity buff, but if it won’t save them if they can’t keep calm. There’s also only a handful of people like that. Finch and Ink may be the only other ones.

Hacker and Bobby are probably high risk wuh oh

Xena is very high risk and Cross is trying very hard to help her work on that, but Xena doesn’t want to work on it. She doesn’t want to fight this thing! No one else can seem to convince her to at least try.

The radiance beasts are called ‘radibeasts’ (said like ‘ray-dee-I beasts’), and the corruption beasts are ‘negabeasts’. Totally did not base the radibeasts off of the Sin Eaters from FFXIV: Shadowbringers. Me? Never

None of the beasts are sentient. 

The radibeasts’ blood glows gold, and the negabeasts’ tend to glow purple, but not always. Similarly, the radibeasts tend to come mostly in white, yellow/gold, and sometimes orange, while the negabeasts’ can come in any number of colors. This is because radiance and positivity are gold, and while negativity is purple, corruption’s color somewhat depends on the user. At least in DS and other kai + frey involved AU/MVs

The radibeasts and negabeasts will go after each other at any and every opportunity. The only thing they want to kill more are humans, monsters, and Corvus and Orion.

The Maelstrom

The Maelstrom, after it absorbs the old Tree’s magic, is able to form tentacle-like appendages from its body, made of it’s super toxic corruption or radiance. That’s why Orion was mumbling about calamari and squid

The Maelstrom might be sentient, but it couldn’t understand its surroundings for a while. It can only sense emotions, positivity, negativity, radiance, and corruption. It didn’t know Corvus and Orion were statues, and then destroying them would destroy the magic it wanted.

The Maelstrom controls the beasts. It directs them to certain places or people during a fight, and can command them to ‘retrieve’ things, such as the statues of a couple of spirits

The Maelstrom also acts almost entirely on instinct. It seeks out strong sources of positive or negative emotions and takes it for itself, turning it into magic for itself. It has no real goal except to ‘survive’, and as it’s own magic is constantly warring against itself, it needs to consume large amounts of magic frequently. 

It would likely spread to another multiverse if given the chance. 

Due to the Maelstrom’s nature, the multiverse is actually sitting in a balance between positivity and negativity! Unfortunately that balance is still fucked up right now somehow.

The Maelstrom, oddly enough, will leave unusually strong spirits alone until it can find a source of the opposing magic. For example, Dream’s radiance might’ve been a tempting target, but it didn’t have an equally powerful source of negativity, so it didn’t go after him right away. If it knocks its own shit out of balance, that’s not going to be good for it! Or anyone else, with how powerful it’s gotten. If it becomes purely negative or positive the whole multiverse will probably crash and burn. So that’s a fun thought.

Origin story!

In Corvus and Orion’s universe, a very small settlement of priests lived near the Tree. They had decided to try to help protect it, as a tree with this sort of magic must surely be very important. Lots of people, human and monster, seem to want to take the apples, too. 

Two of those people have been hatching a plan for a while now. And while they’re working out how to distract the priests, not realizing that there’s a guardian spirit as well, the humans run into this little creature. A little impish dude. A trickster. A little bastard, if you will.

The imp had tried to steal apples from the Tree before, evading the priests but being chased off by the guardian with a few scratches. They’re not too happy with the spirit guarding the Tree, and decide to be a little bitch about it. The humans don’t know this, though. 

The imp, disguised as a regular monster, asks the humans what they’re up to, and goes “oh? You wanna steal the apples? Well, I tried that once. I failed, but I’ve been working on a way to deal with the spirit. I can help you, if you promise to share.”

The humans agree, not realizing that by ‘share’ the imp meant ‘give them all to me’, and they all make a plan. 

The imp has been painstakingly working on a weapon that can deal with the Tree’s guardian. An ornate magic dagger, which they refuse to show the humans until the time comes.

During a short lapse in the priests’ active watches, they attack. The imp goes for the spirit, only for her to jump out of the way. They wind up stabbing the Tree itself instead, and before they can pull it out the spirit kills them, their hand still clasped around the hilt of the dagger. That’s um. Not good for the spirit. 

The priests had heard a commotion and come running, and the humans are forced to flee, but the spirit’s fuuucked. The priests can’t seem to heal her. 

She tells them the Tree is going to need a new guardian, and they’re all like “yes, yes, we will steal their firstborn children.”

“That’s. Oddly specific. and kind of medieval. But whatever i guess, as long as they can protect the Tree.”

The spirit expires, and they begin looking for the two humans that attacked with that little imp fucker.

…It seems like there’s still a presence inside the Tree, though.

They study the imp’s dagger and learn about many of the enchantments on it, but do not notice that it was also very capable of transferring certain energies. Guess what little bastard in stuck inside the tree

The process caused them to lose a lot of themself, though, and they’re essentially asleep. Once they wake up…weird shit starts happening, eventually leading up to the Maelstrom’s ‘birth.’ Anything of the person it once was is gone, now. They paid a much bigger price for their greed than they could’ve known.

#Sunfall DS #The Maelstrom #The Beasts #it’s a whole ass Thing #I made the draft like yesterday I think and then had to deal with Things(TM) and forgot to post it SKDJFJDH #the thing I wanted to draw ain’t getting done any time soon I think but whatever #my headphones broke and now I’ve lost motivation for all creative things that aren’t writing or writing-adjacent #I don’t know why that includes drawing and not writing #I’m just going to skulk in the corner and wail about the headphones

[the-cannibal]

Hii!! Can you make a hcs for Sinclair Brothers with an artist reader who can draw??

Hello there! And I sure can!

Sinclair brothers (separate) with an artist s/o!

Gender neural reader - they/them and you is used

Bo

He’s used to having artists in the family. His mother was one, and his twin followed in her footsteps. But they mostly worked with wax. Not that they didn’t know other mediums, it’s just not what they usually worked with.

He is definitely the kind of guy to hover over your shoulder to watch you, and when you ask if he wants to sit he’ll decline and tell you he’s just passing through. But then proceed to just stand behind you and watch you create in amazement.

He probably asks if you can draw something for him. It’s usually some car or maybe an animal like a deer.

Totally brags about you all the time. “Yeah yeah that’s great Vinny, but look what Y/n made! Ain’t they just the greatest? I mean, look at the details they put in!”

He has totally given you at least one of those art kit things that every family member gets you for the rest of your life as soon as they hear you like art

He isn’t one to draw with you, but he will watch you and ask you about your art! Also is lowkey kinda relieved you don’t work with wax. He doesn’t know if he would be able to handle another Vincent-

Vincent

Of course this sweet man is bouncing off the walls in excitement after learning your interest in art!

As much as he loves working with wax and sculpting, it’s nice to have a change once in a while! So he’d totally sit and draw with you and show you his own work!

Omg if you show him your art he will feel so honored. You think HE is worthy of seeing your beautiful creations? Can he kiss you? Please let him kiss you.

Probably has critiqued your art (and might have been a bit harsh) but he doesn’t mean it! If it upsets you let him know and he will tone it down. He won’t completely stop (don’t think he could with Trudy being his mother and art teacher-) but it will be a lot nicer, going from “You’re shading that wrong” to “That’s very nice looking, but perhaps you might find (insert technique here) to be a bit easier?”

If you need any art supplies feel free to borrow his! Unlike Bo giving you the… “art kit”, he actually has good, working, quality supplies :)

Art dates are a must! Imagine going out for a picnic and bringing your sketch books and drawing together.

You both probably have pages upon pages of drawing of one another

Lester

BIGGEST HYPE MAN WITH ANY OF YOUR HOBBIES

He isn’t very artistic himself, but when he sees you drawing at the table you bet your ass he is grabbing a piece of paper and drawing with you. Is it a dog? A tree? No, that’s supposed to be… you? A kindergartener could have probably done a better job but you love it anyways

Makes requests all. The. Time.

“Honey can you draw Jonesy?” “How about my truck?” “Ooh! What about some bones?” “CAN YOU DRAW ME?!?!!?”

I could see him making you sketchbooks and pencils and leaving them around for you to find :)

Watches you with big ol eyes like 👁️ 👁️ HE CANT HELP IT! ITS JUST SO NEAT TO WATCH!

Also praises you like crazy to others. “Now would you look at this, Bo?” “For the hundredth time Lester I’ve seen-“ “no no NO! Look HARDER! Look at this amazing art piece that they made! Ain’t it just the greatest! Could probably put ma out of business with this work!”

Has totally tried sneaking your art into the wax museum… he was caught very quickly but that doesn’t stop him!

Would also hang your art on the fridge like the proud partner he is

#slasher x reader #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #cannibals writing requests #vincent sinclair #house of wax x reader #house of wax #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader

[allister-1903929]

Guess what-guess who?

I’M BACK, DARLINGS~

I FINALLY GOT ALL MY STUFF FOR DIGITAL DRAWING EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

My break took longer than a week, but it was still nice to just stop everything for several days. Of course I was still drawing, but mainly all the stuff that you (sweethearts who were reading all my posts this whole time) were seeing were my old sketches, traditional drawing or a bit of stuff that I managed to make digitally without my pen :’)

I wasn’t able to do stuff that I wanted to focus on for a while already, which is my AU! But I wasn’t waisting any time, and that’s why this post should be sort of announcement, because NSR x WH au is almost ready for you all to see! I didn’t forget about it and I ain’t planning on dropping it anytime soon, not before you’ll know the whole story!

There’s still a lot of things I wanted to show before the prologue will start, so consider this post to be the lull before the real storm haha! (I’m trying to be up to something as much as possible >:} )

I must say, this blog helps me cope a little bit with all the hard stuff that is happening in school. I got into a new school if I didn’t mention it earlier, and I love it very much, I’m a nerd and I love it about myself, because I genuinely enjoy learning new things and even though studying can be hard as HECK- I know I’ll get through this! And you will too, if you struggle with it right now, I believe in you, darling!

But still it’s possible that I won’t be posting as much as I would want to, because I have a lot of projects and tasks that must be done and I’ll try to keep doing things that make me happy and share them with you all. This blog is my little safe-space and I’ll try to improve it, so that you felt nice and comfy here too, if you’re willing to stay with me on this little art journey of mine ;D

So yeah, I think that’s all for now, stay tuned for WHxNSR au!

I love all of you very much and wish you a day that will be just as wonderful as you are! (Because you’re more than wonderful, dear, don’t you ever forget that)

Byeeee~✨✨✨

#Als-arts #nsr x wh au

[kristannafever]

She Ain’t Gotta Do Much - 6

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: M WC: 2918

Chapter Index

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Kristoff spent most of his Sunday thinking of a good date for him and Anna to go on.  He knew from their conversations what she liked and didn’t like, but he was having a hard time pinning it down to one enjoyable thing. He had some idea’s only none of them seemed right.

He eventually gave up and figured he run it all by Sven on Monday to hear his thoughts.  With that, he grabbed his keys and headed out to his truck for stock up on groceries for the week.  He slid behind the wheel and started it.  Before he could pull away from the curb, his phone rang.  

He looked at the screen and smiled then answered.  “Hi Ma.”

He was expecting small talk. Instead, she told him right away that there had been a call on their business line that wanted to get a quote for some work.  Kristoff rummaged through his console and found his notebook and pen and jotted down the information.  He bid his Ma a good afternoon and hung up to call Sven.

There was no answer.

Kristoff frowned. They needed to be diligent in getting back to potential customers, even if it was on a weekend.  Or at least that’s what Kristoff believed.  He waited a moment, tapping his finger on the steering wheel and figuring he could give his buddy ten minutes to call him back and he pulled the truck onto the street.

He arrived at the grocery store and called Sven again.  Again, there was no answer.  Instead of leaving a message, he sent a quick text as to why he was calling, then went into the store.

Twenty minutes later with the bags of food in the back seat, he tried again to no avail.  He frowned, looking down at his phone and wondering if what he was thinking about doing was a smart idea.  It certainly seemed like it, only did not feel like it.  He was the numbers guy, after all.  Sven was the talker.

He pulled in a deep breath and figured he’d better get his groceries home before he made a final decision. Once that was done and everything was put away, he tried Sven one more time, hanging up when he heard the voicemail message.  

Pulling in a deep breath, he steeled himself and dialed the number his Ma had given him.  

A rusty voice answered on the other end.  “Tony here.”

“Hi there, this is Kristoff from K&S Contracting returning your call about a renovation to your deli?”

“Ah,” said the voice, sounding amused.  “I didn’t expect to hear back so soon.”

He didn’t know what to say to that.  Shit! This was why Sven was the one to deal with clients.   A response would roll off the top of his head without any effort and Kristoff was drawing a blank.  He needed to say something before it became awkward.

His mouth moved silently a moment before he spit out some words.  “Uh, yes, sir… We… er… try to get back to all inquiries as quick as we possibly can.”

The man grumbled some sort of agreement of the statement, then said, “You working on that high rise on 8th yeah?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I own that deli across the street.  Perhaps you’ve been in?”

Kristoff hung his head with his eyes closed, thinking furiously.  “I… Um… haven’t had the pleasure yet.  We’ve been under a time restraint on the job so we’ve been making our breaks pretty short.”

Silence for a beat, then Tony spoke to the point.  “Can you stop in tomorrow morning before I open and take a look at the place?  I want to get a quote for a renovation, and if it’s good, I’m looking to proceed right away.”

He found himself nodding all alone into his kitchen.  “Yes, we can definitely do that.  What time is best for you?”

Kristoff arranged the meeting and hung up the phone feeling beside himself.    It was the first real inquiry they’d had since booking Anna’s job and he aimed to make a good impression.

He was about to shoot a text to Sven when his phone rang.  It was his Ma.  Again.

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“Three?” Sven was incredulous.  “All from this afternoon?”

“Yes,” Kristoff answered. “All set up to look at this week.”

Sven was silent a moment on the other end of the phone.  “So, how are we going to do three jobs at once then?”

“That’s the amazing part. If the Deli is good, we start right away.  The hair salon won’t have the work done until January during their slowest month, and the boutique is a just a small job that should only take two or three weeks, and we can easily squeeze it in between.”

“Huh.”

“I know.  We’re stopping in at the Deli tomorrow morning to take a look.  I’m picking you up an hour earlier by the way.”

He knew Sven would have grumbled at the earlier hour had it not been for the fact that he knew as well as Kristoff did that these potential jobs were extremely important for their business.  Which is why Kristoff felt so compelled to call the people back without waiting for Sven, who had taken his new girlfriend on a hike, which was, unbeknownst to him, out of cell service.  

“And you managed to book all three quotes by yourself?”  Sven’s tone was dubious.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I did.”  Kristoff smiled as he paced his kitchen.  

“Nuh uh.  Something doesn’t smell right.  Me thinks someone’s been given out some recommendations.”

“What do you mean?”

Sven chuckled.  “Think about it, Kris.  We’re almost done with the Boss’s office, you guys have been going on dates, talking, getting to know each other.  I’m sure at some point you mentioned we didn’t have anything lined up, then a bunch of calls come in this weekend for work and you manage to book them in to quote?  Anna is drumming us up some business.”

Kristoff though back to his and Anna’s conversation the other day in the lobby of her building. He had indeed told her that he was worried about their lack of upcoming jobs.  

“Holy shit,” he said slowly. “I’ll bet she had been.”

“Man, she is awesome. You better marry that girl, Kristoff.”

He smiled.  That thought had already crossed his mind once or twice.  

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 Anna had texted him later that evening and asked him how his day had been.  He had told her it was great and flat out asked her if she’d been giving their number to people, which she admitted that she had.  Kristoff called her right after reading that text to thank her, and they talked for hours.

He had an amazing sleep that night, and picked Sven up bright and early on Monday morning to visit Tony’s Deli.  They talked about Tony’s vision, Sven took some pictures of the space for reference, and Kristoff promised he’d get working on the quote and get back to him within a couple of days.

They got more done on the office than they thought they would that day, and it seemed as though they might even be done by quitting time on Thursday, leaving Kristoff feeling a little sad that he would be moving on from being able to see Anna every day.

At least he had their date on Saturday to look forward to.

At the end of the day, Kristoff took down a load of tools while Sven finished the last of the flooring.   The vehicle was parked on the side in an alley reserved for service vehicles, and after he threw the items in the back of the van and locked it, he noticed the two degenerate fucks approaching him from the entrance of the alley.

“I have a bone to pick with you,” the taller one shouted.

His shorter friend did not look anywhere near as confident as his counterpart.  

“That so?” Kristoff asked casually, straitening up to his full height and crossing his arm.  He had a good three inches on the taller man and about six on the shorter one.  

The two men stopped within striking distance.  

“Where do you get off talking to us like that?” said the one who was apparently in charge.  His black hair shimmered in the sunlight it had so much product in it.  

“For something I said to you two a couple of weeks ago?” Kristoff gave them a pitiful look.  “Let it go, man.”

Shiny black hair shook his head.  “Nah, I’m not so included to let such disrespect go.”

“Come on, Chad.  We don’t need to start-”

Chad whipped up a hand to silence his nervous looking friend while keeping eye contact with Kristoff. “Me and him have some unfinished business,” he said to the man slightly behind him.

“I don’t even care anymore,” the other man whined.  

That finally took Chad’s attention away from Kristoff for a half a second as he looked over at his friend. “I told you we are doing this,” he hissed.  

“I’d listen to your friend,” Kristoff spoke up as Chad turned his attention back to him.  “If you know what’s good for you.”

“Listen here-” Chad took a step forward and Kristoff had enough of these morons.

“If you don’t think I can’t take out the both of you right now, you better think again,” he said with all seriousness, uncrossing his arms and putting them down at his sides, in the ready.  

Chad took another step forward and he had to wonder if the man knew how much Kristoff actually had on him. The dude probably weighed a buck-forty. Wet.  And his friend, while certainly a stockier fellow, looked like he was a split second from tearing ass out of the alley back to his mama.  

He spoke in a low and threatening tone. “I’m serious, fellas.  Walk away before you get hurt.”

Chad moved to swing his fist and Kristoff saw it a mile away.  His already fisted hand came up quickly with a quick jab to the man’s nose. He cried out with pain and surprise, and staggered back on his feet, falling on his ass and getting his fancy suit all dirty.

Kristoff turned his attention to the smaller man and his hands came up quickly in surrender. “Don’t hurt me!”

He scowled at the moron. “You gonna take a swing at me too?”

The man shook his head quickly while Chad groaned and began to get up.  

“Stay down, dude,” Kristoff warned.  

“I’m gonna kill-” Chad muttered.

Kristoff pushed him back down with a hard shove as soon as tried to get to his feet.

He turned to Chad’s friend. “What the fuck is wrong with him?”

“I don’t know, man.  He’s been bitching about how you talked to us since it happened and he just came out of the bathroom in a fucking rage about it, and then he dragged me with him when he saw you turn down the alley by yourself.  I think he just did a bunch of coke or something.”

Kristoff rolled his eyes.

“You bastard!” Chad shouted, scrambling to his feet.

This time Kristoff kicked out a work boot and caught Chad by the shoulder as he got up, spinning and spilling him down face first into an oily puddle in the middle of the alley.

Chad’s friend was already backing up, not daring take his eyes off of Kristoff.

“I owe you a punch to the mouth too for how you were talking about the women in your office,” Kristoff told him matter-of-factly.  

“I’m sorry, man.   I don’t even like doing it.  I… I’m just trying to fit in, you know?  I actually really love my girlfriend.”

“You might want to think about how you conduct yourself then.”  Kristoff looked at Chad, struggling to get back to his feet, then back to the other man.  “And find yourself some new work friends.”

The smaller man nodded quickly then turned and walked briskly out of the alley.  

Kristoff wasn’t going to give Chad any more time of day.  He trudged past where the man was still on his hands and knees.   As he passed, he felt a feeble attempt to grab at his work pants.  He was easily able to kick it away.

Back up on Anna’s floor, he found Sven in the last office with the now complete flooring, talking with her.  He waited as they finished their conversation, mulling over if he’d made the best decisions in dealing with Chad.  

“What’s wrong?”

Kristoff looked over at Anna, realizing he’d zoned out.  “Um…” He didn’t know where to start.  He had a sinking feeling that this was going to come back and bite him in the ass.  Hard.  

“What happened?” Sven asked, clearly reading the stress on his face.

Kristoff took in a deep breath and let out a long exhale.  “I may have done something stupid.”

*****

Anna tried not to smile as Kristoff explained the encounter with Chad.  She failed miserably.  

As soon as Kristoff mentioned ‘a couple of pieces of work’ talking some shit on their first date, Anna knew one of them was Chad.  He had a reputation for being a misogynist, and yes, there were rumours that he did coke. None of it was surprising.

It was delightful, however, to hear how Kristoff handled the situation.  

Chad had been a pain in her ass for years until he was promoted to the upper floor and Anna took over his position.  Ever since then, the comradery about her floor had been better.  And now that they were all close to being in their own office spaces, morale was higher than ever.  Everyone praised Anna on what a great job she was going, and she took it all with humility, knowing that she wasn’t perfect, but that she was sure as shit doing her best.

In the back of her mind, however, she worried about how Chad was going to handle this situation and what fallout Kristoff might face because of it.  He was absolutely the type of asshole who would press charges.

Sven was trying to keep his cool but Anna could tell he was furious.  She imagined that the guys would be talking about it all the way home and she kind of wished she could fix this for them.  However, there was literally nothing she could do, short of talking to Chad herself, which was absolutely not going to do.  The man was such a pig.  He likely wouldn’t even give her the time of day.

After bidding them a good night, she drove to her favourite Italian place to pick up some takeout. As soon as she was settled with it at home, a glass of wine in her hand, she texted Kristoff to call her when he got home and finished with his shower.

Forty minutes later her phone rang and she greeted him warmly and they talked briefly about what had happened.

“I just… I’m so sorry, Anna,” Kristoff was saying.  “I should have kept my cool.”

Anna smiled again at the mental image, reminding herself to check with security to see if any of it happened to be caught on tape.  “For what it’s worth, Kristoff, that fucker deserved it.”

He chuckled and Anna pictured his gorgeous smile.  “Still, I shouldn’t have punched him.”

“He was going to hit you.”

“Nah, I wasn’t about to let that happen.  I could have just put him in a choke hold instead.”

Anna imagined that and found it also delighted her.  “Really? What else can you do?”

He hummed.  “All kinds of stuff.”

Anna flushed with heat. “You take some tai-kwon-do or something?”

He laughed, low and rich. “No.  Just wrestling in high school.  And Sven and I got into boxing on the weekends for a few years when we were doing our apprenticeship’s.”

“Well, I’m not surprised you can take care of yourself.  I just hope Chad isn’t stupid enough to try and press charges or anything.”

“Yeah, I am getting a little worried about that.  Think I could get into a lot of trouble?”

“Honestly, Kristoff, I don’t know.”

He sighed.  “I sure got an earful from Sven on the ride home.”

Anna couldn’t help but giggle. “Did you?  I kind of thought he looked a little miffed.”

“Yeah, he was pissed. I get why though.  I definitely should have kept my cool.  It was very unprofessional of me.”

“Well, whatever happens, Sven and I have your back.”

“I know.  And thank you, Anna.”

“So, what are you up to?” Anna asked, wanting to move onto brighter things.

“Just cracked a beer. Then I think I’m going to order myself a grease wheel while I work on this quote for Tony.”

Anna suddenly wished she hadn’t already eaten.  She would have loved nothing more in that moment that to drive over there and be with him, sharing a pizza.  It gave her an idea.

“Hey, you know what?” she said.  “I don’t want to just wait for Saturday for our next date.  Will you come over tomorrow night for a home-cooked meal?”

“Yeah, definitely. I would love to.”

Anna could hear his smile. She wasn’t much of a cook, but the idea of making him dinner filled her with all kinds of wonderful feelings.   Not to mention where the rest of their night could go.

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#cee wrote this mess #she ain't gotta do much #kristoff #anna #kristanna #kristanna modern au

[yin-yanglulu]

Comfort

Rating: General Audiences

Category: M/F

Fandom: Skylanders (Video Games)

Relationship: Cali/Flynn (Skylanders)

Characters: Cali (Skylanders), Flynn (Skylanders)

Additional Tags: Mutual Pining & Comfort

“Flynn?” Cali asked.

“Yeah!” Flynn replied.

“Can you help me and Hugo with the campfire please?” Cali said.

“Righty-o!” Flynn said with his usual smile.

The three of them were currently being imprisoned by Count Moneybone as part of Kaos’ Sky Eater attack.

They had managed to find some wood left behind by the guards, and managed to steal it to make a campfire for the night.

“We’ll need to be quick making this, don’t wanna attract Moneybone’s attention” Cali said as she pulled a box of matches out of her pocket and tossed a matchstick into the campfire.

“Where have you been keeping those?” Flynn asked.

“I can fit a lot in my pockets, heh!” Cali chuckled.

“It’s a good thing the guards forgot to take away anything useful!” Hugo said.

“Guess that Moneybone guy wanted to get us locked up as fast as possible” Flynn said, “Which is good because I ain’t got any enchiladas on me!” He added.

“I’ll get some rest if we’re supposed to be getting a message from Eon soon” Hugo said, finding a comfortable position to sleep in.

“Okay, guess I’ll stay up a little longer!” Cali said.

“Me too!” Flynn replied.

Cali chuckled at him, and her face turned serious.

“Is something wrong Cal?” Flynn asked, noticing the change in her facial expression.

“I’m…I know this might sound odd for me…but I’m scared” Cali sighed.

“Moneybone’s involvement bringing back bad memories huh?” Flynn replied.

“Mhm…” Cali mumbled.

“I still hate that jerk for what he did to us…” Flynn said, thinking about when Moneybone crashed his celebration and kidnapped Cali.

“Y’know…I’m always here for you…” Flynn whispered, gently brushing Cali’s hand.

“Thanks…I’m gonna go get some rest now…” Cali said, beginning to lie down to get some sleep.

“Goodnight!” Flynn said, moving away from Cali and finding a space to rest.

“Hey Cal? You still awake?” Flynn asked.

Cali was already fast asleep.

“Oh right…heh…” Flynn whispered.

The next morning, the three of them were taken outside their prison cell for questioning on where the rest of their friends were hiding.

After a very unsuccessful questioning on the general’s part, they went taken back to their cell for the day.

Hugo was reading his book, while Flynn was sat with Cali.

“What’s that book?” Flynn asked.

“Oh, it’s a sketchbook, I only use it every once in a while” Cali answered.

“You gonna draw in it or somethin’?” Flynn said.

“Mhm, if you want me to!” Cali replied.

“How about you draw…me!” Flynn said laughing, Cali rolled her eyes at him.

“Sure!” Cali said.

She opened the notebook and began drawing him.

A while later, she was done with the drawing.

“Annnd here!” Cali said, showing Flynn the drawing.

“Pretty good, you managed to capture my amazing looks~” Flynn said teasingly.

“What else have you drawn?” He added.

“Uhhhh nothing really interesting!” Cali said, closing her notebook, seemingly embarrassed by something.

“Okay!” Flynn said.

A few hours went by, and they decided to rest for the night.

Luckily a rebelling guard managed to give them some blankets and pillows, although it resulted in the guard getting taken away.

Hugo was the first one to fall asleep, Cali and Flynn stayed up a little longer.

“As much as it sucks being stuck in here, I think being stuck with you two is making things a little better!” Cali said.

“Really?” Flynn asked.

“Yeah…” Cali replied.

“Did you ever think you’d end up with a job like this as a kid?” She asked.

“Not really, I knew I’d be a pilot but…wasn’t expecting to be helping the Skylanders!” Flynn answered.

“With the amount of time I’ve spent getting to know you over the years, you’re not bad, not that you were ever bad at all!” Cali said.

“Glad to hear it, you’re pretty cool too!” Flynn replied.

“Hm…thanks…” Cali said, her cheeks turning the slightest shade of red.

The two of them felt their hands touching slightly, and both pulled away awkwardly.

“Goodnight!” Flynn said.

“You too!” Cali replied.

The next morning, they were taken to breakfast in the prison’s cafeteria, and were brought back shortly afterwards.

“Eon must be contacting us at some point, I’m starting to get worried!” Hugo said as he kept reading his book.

“I’m sure he’ll contact us soon!” Cali replied.

Flynn was sat close to them, pondering something.

“You alright Flynn?” Cali said.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to give you…” Flynn said, pulling something from inside of his jacket.

He had pulled out a necklace, it was made out of red, pink and green beads.

“You made a necklace?” Cali asked.

“I found this in a random shop, I thought you’d like it, I meant to give it to you on your birthday, but I forgot” Flynn replied.

“I like it! Thanks!” Cali said, taking the necklace from him and putting it around her neck.

A while after, they were brought out of their cells for mugshots.

Cali was sat next to an older female mabu, the lady was looking at her necklace.

“Aww! Did your betrothed give you that?” The mabu asked.

“What do you mean?” Cali replied.

“The colours of your necklace, they mean something!” The mabu said.

“The green beads symbolise platonic love, the pink beads symbolise first love, and the red beads symbolise romantic love!” She added.

“Oh…I didn’t know that!” Cali said, looking at the necklace, blushing with embarrassment.

“Maybe Flynn didn’t know about the colour symbolism” She thought.

“They’re common types of necklace bead colours for when someone is engaged or married” The old woman said.

“Ah, right!” Cali replied.

“Who gave it to you?” The mabu asked.

“My friend…” Cali answered.

“Ah! was it the loud one in the aviator jacket?” The lady said.

“Yes…” Cali mumbled.

“Hm, maybe he’s trying to tell you something, but can’t say it out loud because he’s nervous” the lady replied.

“Hey! Hands off the jacket!” Flynn shouted at one of the guards who dragged him out the mugshot room.

“You alright?” Cali asked.

“It’s nothing Cal, best not to annoy them” Flynn said.

“I think you’re up next” He added.

“Okay!” Cali said, walking into the mugshot room.

“Were you the one who gave her that necklace?” The old lady said.

“Yeah…” Flynn replied.

“Do you know what the beads on it symbolise?” She asked.

“No” said Flynn.

“The green means platonic love…”

“Yeah…I think she’s pretty cool!”

“And the pink and the red symbolise first love and romantic love…”

“Oh…I didn’t know that…” Flynn said blushing.

“Do you like her in that way?” The elder mabu asked.

“Yeah…don’t tell her though…I’ve been wanting to tell her that myself…but I’m nervous…what if she doesn’t like me back…” Flynn answered.

“Well…I think there’s a good chance she does, she seems to really care about you!” The woman replied.

A while after they got their mugshots taken, they went back to their cell for the night.

“Flynn?” Cali said.

“Hm?” Flynn asked.

“Can I stay with you for the night?” Cali asked.

“Sure…” Flynn answered.

Cali lay down with her pillow and blanket, and snuggled up to him.

“It’s cold in here huh?” Flynn said.

“Mhm, though resting here is keeping me warm!” Cali whispered.

“Good to know!” Flynn whispered back.

They fell asleep, keeping each other warm and safe.

The next morning, they could hear a loud sound coming from the speakers.

It was Count Moneybone announcing Eon’s imprisonment in the Land Of The Undead.

Hugo was busy trying to contact the portal master on Earth, but was struggling due to Kaos cutting off connections to Earth.

Flynn and Cali has been woken up by the announcement, not even noticing they were holding onto each other.

“Oh! sorry!” Flynn said, letting go of Cali.

“It’s fine!” Cali replied.

“Are you trying to contact the portal master Hugo?” She added.

“Yes, you two might wanna come see this!” Hugo replied.

The three of them had been imprisoned for days, slowly losing hope of Skylands being saved.

Now was their only chance at finding help.

The End.

#skylanders #calynn #lulu’s fics #I’m back to writing fics! (hopefully) #ch5 of calynn actor au seems to be forever stuck in wip hell #don’t worry I’ll get to it eventually

[leahdarkspear]

The Trials, Part One

Leah, back from the Shadowlands and feeling a bit lost, decides to take her mother’s advice and undergo the shadowhunter trials.

Leah sat staring into the dying embers of her dinner campfire. The sun was sinking low behind the trees of the Zuldazar wilds, encompassing the primeval jungle in a deep, consuming darkness. This would be the end of the third day of her pilgrimage to undertake the shadowhunter trials. So far, it had been nothing more than a glorified camping trip.

She had decided against throwing another log on the fire so as not to draw the attention of any predators that might be lurking in the underbrush, just as she had done the past two evenings. The thought had occurred to her that keeping the fire going might also draw the attention of the Loa, but she reasoned that if they wanted to find her, they could do it in the dark just as easily. She wondered how long she would have to wait, or if they would even come at all.

In spite of her nagging doubts, Leah relaxed and listened to the sounds of the night. Crickets chirped their happy songs while frogs called for their mates. The humid breeze gently rustled the leaves. The huntress was nearly ready to settle down and let the jungle sing her to sleep when the sounds abruptly stopped. Leah sat up straight and alert. 

Behind her something stirred. Leah froze; she strained her senses to catch whatever clues she could about who or what had come upon her so suddenly without notice. Soon she felt a familiar haunting presence. 

“Bwonsamdi,” she uttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

From the darkness the Loa of Death emerged, and Leah felt an eerie chill wash over her. The low light from the glowing coals cast deep shadows over his skeletal features causing him to look even more ghastly than usual. 

“Whatchu doin’ sittin’ out here in de jungle all by yaself, chile?” He said as he took a seat on the ground next to the huntress. “Thought for sure you’d be home wit’ dat mon I let ya take back witchu… ya know, makin’ up for lost time.” The loa grinned lasciviously at Leah, who averted her gaze as the color rose in her cheeks.

“I was, but I wanna be a shadowhunter. Back on de Darkspear Isles, we used to go to First Home for de trials, but now dat we’ve left dat place, I didn’t know where to go. I thought maybe if I came out to de wilds and waited, I might find a sign or somethin’. I’m not sure what I’m s’posed to do.”

Bwonsamdi cocked his head to the side. “You really wanna be a shadowhunter, or are ya just doin’ it ‘cause ma’da said you should?” When Leah looked incredulously at him, the Loa responded, “You don’t think I know what goes on in my own realm? I heard you two talkin’.”

Leah sighed. “Mama made some good points. I do wanna uphold our traditions, but I think, if I be honest with myself, dat ain’t why I be here. Lately I be feelin’ so lost, like I don’t know where I want my life to go. And I realized dat I keep bein’ flung around from one tragedy to another without a chance to breathe in between. I feel like all I do be react. I thought if I came out here and de Loa spoke to me, I might finally be able to take control of my own life for once.”

Bwonsamdi leaned back and tapped his chin with a bony finger. “Hmm. Well adaptability do be one of de Darkspears’ best traits…”

“Yeah, but I be tired of feelin’ like I don’t get a say-so in what happens to me. I wanna be de one dat makes de things happen for once.”

The old Loa leaned forward now, elbows on his knees, chin resting on his hands. His eyes blazed with a spectral, captivating glow. Leah found herself unable to look away. 

“Might I be offerin’ some perspective, Leah Darkspear?” Bwonsamdi did not wait for her to respond. “You say all you do is react. Things just happen to you. But you don’t take dese things lyin’ down, do ya? No. When Garrosh Hellscream treated de Darkspear like dogs, you joined de resistance.” “Vol’jin asked me to,” Leah explained.

“But you didn’t hafta say yes. And when you joined dat ill-fated Azazi Empire and things started goin’ south, you was gonna step up and challenge Nazazi for leadership.”

“But I never got to, we all fled before dat happened.” Bwonsamdi nodded. “Yes, and who was de one dat shepherded de others, kept dem all together and gave dem a new purpose by startin’ your likkle Expedition League?”

“But it didn’t work!” Leah objected. Her voice softened, tinged with sadness. “Over time, everyone left and went dey separate ways anyway. Hardly anybody from de old days still be around.”

“Hush,” Bwonsamdi snapped. “Stop interruptin’ and listen, chile.”

Leah shrunk back, chastened. 

The Loa continued. “So people came and went. Dat be life. But you kept on wit’ your vision. You gave dem a purpose. Together, you found troll relics dat otherwise would have been lost. De important part be dat you made sure dese people had a home when dey needed one.

“You may not think yaself a leader, but time and again you step up and take charge when things need to get done. You don’t hafta do dis, others would take ya place if ya didn’t.

“You make things happen all de time, Leah Darkspear. Ya mon be proof of dat. I let him go, but you got him a body, you did de ritual to bring him back. He wouldn’t be alive now if not for you.

“De power to take control of your own life already be in you. You be a natural born leader, Leah. Ya know it be de truth. You just gotta be willin’ to admit it to yaself.”

Leah sat with her brow furrowed, the Loa’s words turning about in her mind. All her life, she had considered herself a reluctant participant at best in the shit-show that was life on Azeroth. In the ranks of the Horde, she assumed the role of Commander had been bestowed on her because it was her time to be promoted, not because of any meritorious acts. In other aspects of her life, she always told herself the only reason she found herself leading was because no one else was stepping up. In her relationship, she told herself Ja’mez had always deferred to her because he was an easy going mon. But was that true, or did people let her take charge because they knew she would? Did she really have it in her to shape her own life the way she saw fit? Had she been doing that all along without even realizing it?

Bwonsamdi could see that his message had hit its mark. Leah had gotten so lost in her thoughts that she forgot he was there and started when he suddenly rose.

“Well, now dat we got dat outta de way,” he said, his words drawn out long as he stretched his old bones casually. He stepped away from Leah’s camp and slowly dissipated into the surrounding night.

From the darkness, Leah could hear the mischievous grin in his words as Bwonsamdi called out in a sing-song voice. “Good luuuuck.”

#leah stories #world of warcraft #fanfic

[amandacanwrite]

Fair and Square ☽ The Hallowed Wilds ☾ Chapter Four

POV ;; Aurelia ☽ 10 y.o.

Summary ;; Aurelia reflects on the meaning of her encounters with the boy from the village.

Warnings ;; n/a

Author Note ;; here is this week's chapter, this is one of my favorites. As always, reblogs really help eyes get on the work I'm doing, so if you enjoy this, it would mean so much to me if you shared it!

I didn’t return to my sisters until well after nightfall after seeing The Deafened boy—Ezra—for the second time. I needed to find peace in the forest. If I didn’t I feared The Priestess would know about my betrayal as soon as I came back.

 After leaving Ezra behind when his questions became too scary, I followed the flow of the river deep into the forest until I came upon the mossy shore of a tranquil pond. I walked across the tufted cushions of moss on the ground, feeling their cool bounce beneath my toes.

I waded into the water and heaved a steadying breath as my shift caught on its surface and billowed like fluffy clouds.

I could only venture a guess as to what The Wilds meant for me to do when it was so contrary to what I’d been raised to think. Twice now, the forest allowed Ezra to come in, and I could only presume that he would once again be let out.

How did The Wilds expect me to act? So far, I believed I’d done what it wanted, but it was so far the opposite from what The Priestess had always taught me—taught us—about the dangers of The Deafened. And why hadn’t The Priestess known? Why hadn’t she felt it the same way I felt it when that boy came into the forest the first time. The Priestess always seem to know.

And why could Ezra hear The Wilds?

I strode out deeper into the water until I could float. I let the water cradle me, let the sounds of the world dampen and muffle with that water filling my ears. In the new silence, I heard my heart beating, steady but quickened.

Fear, I realized.

I inhaled deeply, hearing the air flow into my lungs, and I closed my eyes.

In my mind, I saw a beautiful woman, shining like the moon and the stars. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth curved in a smile. I was no larger than the palm of her hand, and she cradled me within it. I felt enveloped by the warmth of her love and tenderness.

She said nothing to me, she didn’t have to. Such was the way of Mother Eterna. Much like The Wilds, her commands could be known through her connection to our souls—my soul. What ever it was that I felt in that liminal space between this plane and the ether it was the opposite of fear. My chest filled with warmth and though she didn’t say it out loud I knew what she was showing me.

It was love.

Mother Eterna’s love was the antidote to the fear I was feeling.

I knew then that my meetings with Ezra were fated and gifted to me by Mother Eterna herself. I couldn’t begin to guess what my task would be in meeting with him. But I would sleep better knowing that I was doing what was right.

Ezra found me again three days later. He found me in a flowery meadow taking a nap.

I didn’t feel him approach, and The Wilds didn’t see fit to stir me from my slumber. The sound of the rough tip of his charcoal on paper is what finally woke me.

I blinked open my eyes and turned my head towards the sound and found him sitting there with his dark brows tense and his gaze focused. The barest edge of his tongue peeked out of his parted lips.

He looked silly.

I sputtered a laugh at his focused expression, and he spooked like a fieldmouse.

“You were pretending to sleep!”

“I was doing no such thing! You woke me with your noisy drawing!”

His freckled nose and cheeks flushed crimson and he hurriedly packed his things away in that same bag he brought the last time. I sat up and tilted my head.

“You’re not going to let me see?” I asked.

“No, it ain’t any good,” he grumbled.

“It doesn’t have to be good. It’s still nice for someone to try and draw you.”

He glowered at me for a few moments before he sighed and handed me his book. The leather, I was relieved to find, was old. It smelled like memories and family. Passed down from his father? No—his grandfather—but not in this form.

“What’d this used to be? The leather?”

“Ah—well, uhm—I took some scraps from an old pair of boots that my grandpa wore through. I took apart the boots and re-tanned it—stretched it out and stuff…”

I smiled at him as I started to flip through his drawings. They were good little renderings—not like Ophelia’s at home, but maybe when he was her age, he’d be just as good. I found the pages he’d been working on when he woke me. There were four of them.

“There’s a flower crown on this one,” I said with a smile.

“I added that,” he mumbled. “The one from last time.”

“I like them—the drawings.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. I think you’re good at drawing.”

He smiled a little at me and held his hand out for the book. I placed it back in his hand.

“Pa took the fiddle to a friend’s party today so I couldn’t bring it, but I’ve been learning new songs on it, so I’ll bring it soon.”

I crossed my legs and leaned back on my elbows.

“Ezra, you really shouldn’t keep coming back in here,” I said. “I know that you’ve been safe so far, but you might just be getting lucky.”

I tasted that old flavor of mugwort and milk thistle on my tongue. Okay, so he wasn’t getting lucky—but still. I could see in my mind’s eye little Ezra bound up by my sisters in The Clearing, and I didn’t like it. I didn’t want to ever see him hurt by my family or anything else, for that matter.

“The Wilds won’t hurt me none.”

“But if my sisters find you, they might,” I said.

His brow twitched. He opened his mouth but closed it again.

The last time I saw him, I remembered I ran away as soon as he started asking questions. I wondered if he had as many questions about me as I could think to ask him.

I thought I could trade him a question for a question, maybe? A game? I wondered if he’d catch on.

“What’s it feel like? When you said that you could hear The Wilds calling for you that first time I met you, what does it feel like?”

He glanced over at me and his mouth quirked to the side before he looked off again. He fiddled with a wildflower nearby, thinking about it.

“Kinda like a whistle, or when you’re really hungry and someone’s eating food in front of you. I guess it’s more like a feeling than a sound. Like someone’s tugging me along on a string,” he said.

He rubbed his neck. “That sounds really stupid out loud.”

I smiled and shook my head. “It’s not stupid.”

“Your sisters…” he hesitated. “You don’t have to answer, but—who are your sisters?”

“My coven. We’re witches.”

“I knew it,” he whispered.

“When is your birthday, Ezra?” I asked.

“My birthday?” he fumbled. “It’s the twentieth of March.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

That was my birthday, well—all the witches had the same birthday because we always brought new life into the world on the vernal equinox. It was almost 10 months to the day away from the sacrifice on the summer solstice.  

“That’s the spring equinox, you know—when the day and the night are almost balanced in how long they are.”

Ezra nodded. “That’s what my Ma told me. She said it’s a special day to have a birthday.”

“It’s my birthday too,” I said. “Me and all my sisters.”

“All of you? How is that possible?!”

“What do you mean?”

“How can you all have the same birthday—who are your Ma and Pa? How did they make that work?”

“We don’t have ‘Pa’s.’ Mother Eterna blesses the chosen with coming with child…is that not how it works for you?”

“Uh—” He paused and his eyebrows furrowed. “You know, I don’t actually know how it works. I just know there’s always a Ma and a Pa.”

“Well, I don’t know all the details either, just that Eterna does it.”

“Who is that? Is that one of the witches?”

“No, it’s the mother of the world. She’s what made The Wilds, you, me—everything.”

“Oh, so she’s like a goddess.”

I nodded and smiled at him, hugging my knees to my chest.

“What’s it like in the village?” I asked. “It’s still the winter isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is,” he responded with a nod. “Will be probably ‘til sometime in March or April. Snow doesn’t like to melt this high up on the mountain.”

“What does it feel like? The snow?”

“I guess you’ve never felt it, huh?”

I shook my head.

“It’s really, really cold. So cold that if you scoop some of it up into your hands it will make it hurt real bad and then go numb. Sometimes people get lost in the snow and they pass away.”

“Pass away?”

“Yeah, they—well—they die. Ma says that the cold chokes the life out of them, they get tired and lay down to rest and never wake up.”

My mind went back to the day I met him, how I’d carried him on my back through the River of Rye and left him sleeping there. I felt deeply unhappy knowing that I had left him in danger.

“I’m sorry—for leaving you in the snow that day. I didn’t know.”

“It worked out alright—my parents found me. I even got a little nip of brandy for my trouble.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a drink only grown ups get to drink. But it helps warm up your insides.”

I nodded; we had some drinks like that in the coven too, usually for ritual purposes. Only the older sisters got to imbibe them. They had different uses like helping us commune with Mother Eterna or helping us sleep—things like that.

“How many—uh—sisters do you have?” he asked.

I had to think about that—I’d never counted us before. I started listing the names of them all off in my head, counting them on my fingers. Astrid, Cressida, me, The Priestess, Carina, Luna, Helene… on and on I counted until I exhausted my list.

“Forty.”

Ezra’s expression took on a look of baffled surprise. “Wow, there’s a lot of you.”

“There’s a lot more of you in the village, though.”

“I guess that’s true. You should come there some time and play with me and my friends.”

My stomach soured.

“You know I can’t do that,” I said.

“Why can’t you?”

“We don’t leave The Wilds—The Wilds protect us and keep us safe. Beyond the golden river, Mother Eterna doesn’t help us.”

“You mean the rye fields?” He asked.

“Yes, we call it The River of Rye.”

“I see.”

A quiet fell between us for a time. I plucked a few flowers and started weaving them together into a crown. By the time Ezra spoke again, I was nearly half-way done with it.

“Do you really not want me to come see you anymore?”

His voice was quiet, even a little sad. I glanced up from my work and met his eyes.

“No. I admit that I’m curious about you. But I also don’t want my sisters to find out about you, or find out that the forest has eaten you. I want you to be safe.”

The Wilds had more than a mind and will of its own. The Wilds could smell intent on people, it was why The Deafened that wandered in never walked out.

The Deafened always entered with the intention of taking what wasn’t theirs. My sisters and I, we knew that whatever there was a genuine need for would be freely given by the forest. When we hungered, we would find food in an overcrowded river or a productive fruit tree. When we needed silk, the moths would hatch from their cocoons and leave their well-spun husks for us to harvest. When we needed meat or hide, we would find an elk or a deer or some other animal having died peacefully in its sleep.

What wasn’t given was replenished or paid for by us after we took it. Fruit was coaxed back to the bushes by our magic. A blood sacrifice given whenever we had to spill the blood of a creature, and always done with reverence.

When The Deafened came, they stole and killed. That was why we could always feel it when they came in—and the strongest of us would leave to protect The Wilds from them, or The Wilds would defend themselves.

I still didn’t know why Ezra hadn’t been noticed or taken, but I cared enough about him now that I didn’t want him to be hurt.

“Maybe I’ve had such good luck with that because The Wilds don’t want to eat me. Maybe its because we’re supposed to be friends,” Ezra said.

I went back to work on the flower crown, adding three more blooms while I thought on it. Maybe he was right. Maybe Ezra and I were meant to be friends, bridge the distance between The Deafened and my sisters. Maybe that’s why he could hear The Wilds, and why he was born the same night as me and my sisters.

“Will you promise not to go too far into the forest without me? There’s a lot of magic here, and I don’t want you to get hurt because of a little mistake.”

Ezra nodded.

“I always keep the rye field in eye shot when I’m here alone.”

Knowing that he was already being careful filled me with a sense of relief. Ezra was smart—a lot smarter than the other villagers.

“Good,” I said as I finished up the flower crown.

I offered it out to him, a gift.

“For me?” he asked.

I nodded.

He smiled, taking off his billed cap and holding it out to me.

“We’ll trade,” he said.

“W-what? Are you sure?”

He laughed a little and scooched over, putting the cap on my head and adjusting it so it fit snugly. He leaned back a little, looking at me.

My face heated with something that felt a bit like embarrassment.

“It looks good on you,” he murmured.

With my ears starting to feel toasty, I lifted the crown I’d made and put it on his head. It fit perfectly and made him look like he belonged here. My chest ached with a feeling I couldn’t name.

A whistle cleaved through the forests, loud and foreign.

“Shit—” Ezra said, “That’s mama’s whistle. I gotta go.”

He rose to his feet and gathered his things. I wondered how his ma’s whistle reached us so far in the forest. The Wilds must have helped it. He started to hurry away from me.

“Wait, Ezra, your hat!” I called after him as I stood up too.

“Keep it!” He called back to me as he started to run. “It looks nice on you, and I’ve got lots more at home, anyway! We traded fair and square!”

He vanished into the trees, and I fought the desire to run after him. I was left in the humming ambience of the forest, wondering if I’d dreamed this meeting with how perfect it was. I took his cap off my head and held it in my hands, stroking over the rough fibers.

It was important to him, even if he didn’t say it was. I would need to keep it safe and ask him about it the next time I saw him.

I smiled to myself thinking about that—the next time.

Somehow Mother Eterna saw fit to gift me with the most special treasure of all. A real friend. Someone who I cared about not because we shared blood or beliefs or history—but just because he was special and wonderful.

I would have to leave her an offering, something that really mattered.

But not the hat.

No, this mattered too much to me to let it go.

I put the hat back on my head and left the meadow, already curating a list of questions I would ask the next time I saw him.

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[accident-prone-agustin]

Task #6 — Soundtrack to Your Life: Create a playlist that reflects a significant story moment for your character

I said I had 3 ideas for this task so I’m doing all three. Can’t resist dropping new character lore, so! Here’s the second!

This one is a playlist for Agustin deconstructing his faith and coming up an atheist -- this is a secret he holds close to his chest, he knows this would rock the boat in his family. Keeping the peace and going to church like a good Christian to keep his family happy is more important to him. More than that, Catholicism is heavily tied to Avaloran cultural identity. If he were to openly reject that, that would mean losing a big part of his community and a lot of his status in the local Avaloran refugee community and that’s something he’s not willing to do.

I’ve already done a ton of commentary on Franny’s task so on this one I’ll probably just highlight fitting lyrics

CW: Discussion of religion

playlist

1. Everybody Knows by Leonard Cohen

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, the rich get rich That's how it goes Everybody knows

2. Losing My Religion by R.E.M.

Every whisper, of every waking hour I'm choosing my confessions Trying to keep an eye on you Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool Oh no I've said too much

3. Believe Me by James And The Shame*

I think you want an answer I'm not prepared to give 'Cause the one I gave you said that, that ain't it

Must be something that I want Fame and fortune or at least a little jaunt It may seem too cut and dry But I just found some things I could not brush aside Now if you'll oblige I don't think it's true I'm not asking you to agree I'm just asking you to believe me You say my heart was never true That might say more 'bout you

*If any of y’all like the comedy duo Rhett and Link? This is Rhett’s solo country album! It’s all about his deconstruction of his Christian faith and it’s AWESOME

4. The New World Order by Defiance, Ohio

This is also a Bush Era protest song so it has Bush Era political references

They say the new world order is just God's master plan But if the blueprint calls for some to stave don't blame God's right hand man

...

God is great God is good and let us thank God for our food We may well have more than we need and God may well have more mouths to feed

But God is great God is good and someday soon he'll feed you too cause once we have our yachts and crowns God planned some food to trickle down

So just keep those thoughts holy and be patient and be pious And hallelujah you gotta encourage those prayers hosanna in the highest

5. God Must Hate Me by Catie Turner

I'll let 'em take accountability For everything that's wrong with me Can't hold myself responsible So I blame the metaphysical If Jesus died for all our sins He left one behind, the body I'm in Same hands that made the moon and the stars Got carpal tunnel and forgot some parts

6. Give A Damn by James and The Shame

Ain't it funny how some guys who lived Well before your time Could make you think what you think God thinks about wine That kinda thing will draw you in if you are like me Why live for the here and now, when you've got eternity? They say a life unexamined is a life that's not worth living But I'm pretty sure I've grayed my beard with all these fucks I've given I can't help but give a damn but damn, sometimes I wish I didn't First time I heard of the great beyond I was surely smitten I could be one of the chosen few, be on the front lines I've got something in my pocket that'll give sight to the blind I grew up and read some stuff outside of the good book Shaken to my very core I took another look

7. Icarus by Bastille

Look who makes their own bed, lies right down within it And what will you have left? ... Standing on the cliff face, highest fall you'll ever grace It scares me half to death Look out to the future, but it tells you nothing So take another breath

8. Adam Was A Man by Violent Femmes

Adam was a man Just like you or me He did not do what he's supposed to And he cries internally

There's horror in Paradise In the garden of delight Where sorrow can paralyze The will to want the right

...

Oh, God was God Not like you or me He always does and he does just because So we hope he stays so friendly

9. In Vain by James and the Shame

There's quite a few things you don't seem to mind I'm trying to figure out just where you draw the line 'Cause watching people die seems to be fine But god forbid a nipple or a Jesus Christ ... But maybe that commandment about using the Lord's name Is about a lot more than what you say

So much done in Jesus' name Seems to me to be a god damn shame Are you sure the savior came So the righteous would all vote the same Tell me who's the one using his name in vain

Nothing rallies the troops like a building campaign Or gathering to worship with a rockstar on the stage Or traveling cross the ocean with life saving supplies So brown people will know they worship the devil in disguise

...

So much done in Jesus' name Seems to me to be a god damn shame Are you sure the savior came To pledge allegiance to the USA So you could find the perfect parking space To help decide that supreme court case

10. Old Letters by James and the Shame

I still remember when we used to talk You never said much, but I knew what you thought 'Cause you wrote it down for me long ago I read your letters to keep from feeling alone There's not just one thing I could point to That began to push me away from you All I can say is that I changed It was just like you to stay the same Stay the same My favorite thing was how right you made me feel You let me sleep while you took the wheel But when I woke up, you were nowhere to be seen Can't help but think if it was all just me I dusted off some of those old notes And tried to recapture that sensation of hope Page after page, my eyes all a blur But I could not feel you in any of those words Maybe we'll meet again on different terms When those old ways have finally been unlearned I might find out that I had you wrong And you've just been waiting on me all along

#swynrpwrimo

[shoichee]

how would atsushi, akashi and aomine react to haizaki threatening/hitting on their s/o?? (cue that one scene where he was literally taking on himuro, kagami, kise, and alex all at once 😡... basically that, but with their s/o)

ANON…. THOSE 3???? LONG STORY SHORT…. HAIZAKI EXPERIENCES DEATH (OR AT LEAST NEAR-DEATH) 3 SEPARATE TIMES…… BUT HERE’S THE “LONG STORY” THROUGH THESE HCs 

TW: attempt of physical assault, unwanted advancements… asshole Haizaki? cut under this to keep y’all safe JUST IN CASE

[Headcanons]

Aomine Daiki

you went out to look for Aomine after noticing how he hasn’t come back to his seat for too long

this was shortly after Kaijō defeated Fukuda Sōgō, and it was currently intermission before the next match rolled in

your face was met with crisp air as your eyes adjusted to the dark, scanning for any sign of your boyfriend

upon seeing no one, you decided to walk around the perimeter, just in case Aomine decided to nap for a quick moment on a whim and forgot to tell you

maybe you shouldn’t have walked out alone and in the dark of night, but you figured that in such a public event in a public area, you didn’t think anyone had the balls to start anything fishy around the stadium

oh how you were so wrong

you unfortunately bumped into Haizaki right when he was slowly strolling with his basketball shoes over his shoulder, and you immediately stopped in place, praying that he would walk past by you or perhaps not even see you

you knew that he wasn’t good news based from what Aomine told you and from watching that unpleasant game… he was bad, bad news

why did you think he wasn’t gonna see you? his senses are as sharp as a falcon, scrutinizing you before he realizes your identity

“Oh? Now what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here… all alone?”

“I, um, I was looking for someone, but I realized it’s been getting a little too late… I think they returned back to the stadium, so that’s where I’m heading…”

your voice slowly diminishes to a soft whisper by the end, but judging from his widened eyes from glee, you knew he wasn’t going to walk past by you after this

“That so?” he drawls, licking his thumb. “The stadium ya say?”

something about his gaze turned sharp and dangerous, “the stadium” triggering unadulterated rage and frustration from the game and from his encounter with Aomine

“I… I really gotta leave,” you say in a hurry, quickly backing up. “Th-They’re impatient, so—”

“Huh?” he mocks, leaning closer to you. “I’m kinda of an impatient guy myself, yeah?” but upon even closer inspection, he realizes that he’s seen you somewhere very recently

“Hm?” he muses lowly. “Weren’t ya sitting with Daiki that game?” when you don't answer out of fear, his eyes merely shine with excitement… “Ohhhh… is that how it is?”

. . .

Aomine returns back to his seat after settling a score with Haizaki outside the stadium, but immediately becomes confused when he sees your seat empty

Sakurai immediately apologizes and quickly informs him that you went out to look for him, and Aomine immediately dashes back out… after all, who knows if you got lost in the dark or if you kept being persistent in looking for him?

imagine his visible distress when he sees Haizaki putting an arm around your shoulder while still holding his shoes and you looking absolutely fearful because you knew what he was capable of

this was a very rare moment where Aomine was not so calm and collected

but he tries to, especially when he knows that Haizaki probably relishes in the fact of “getting revenge” for that punch earlier (and probably realized the connection between you and Aomine to do so)

“Hey, asshat,” he calls out, grabbing Haizaki’s attention away from you, but Aomine notices him pulling you slightly closer to his body. “The fuck you think you’re doing with (y/n)?”

“Hehh? So (y/n)’s your name?” Haizaki merely pays attention to you, completely ignoring Aomine

“Back off,” he says lowly, almost to a growl. “I won’t be holding myself back to just a punch this time if you do anything else.”

at his hardened glare, Haizaki does a gleeful mock-surprise expression before putting his arm off of you and says: “Whoaaa there, Daiki. Never pegged you as that typa guy.”

he licks his thumb before walking away casually without a care in the world before calling out, “It ain’t fun here anymore, I’m bouncin’ out.”

by the time he leaves Aomine’s field of vision, he finally releases a pent-up sigh before calling out your name:

“... Come’ere… he didn’t do anythin’ to you right? Sheesh, I leave you alone for one second—alright, alright I guess it was more than a second… fine, it was several minutes… look, I’m sorry… okay, okay quit lecturing me… more importantly, promise me you don’t go out alone like that. It’s dangerous out there, y’know.”

when you finally ask about what he meant by his threat to Haizaki, he smugly replies, “Aw, that? I gave him a hard sock earlier. Went down pretty easily.”

Murasakibara Atsushi

it’s quite rare that Murasakibara would agree to going to Tokyo temporarily over break, let alone leave his house, but here you two are, resting on the park benches in Tokyo

shortly after, you went to the nearest arcade hall, begging and tugging him along with you to try the strength test for the jackpot prize (totally using his physique to nab home prizes and merch LOL)

he only agreed because you looked way too excited for him to turn the plan down

he still enjoyed himself, if he was being honest; it’s just you, him, his snacks, and some games you both are playing together

Murasakibara notices that the arcade also has a mini food court to the side, and he immediately pouts at you to let him go tasting galore on a food binge

and you laugh, telling him to “hurry up” to tease him and letting him know that you were staying here to try to earn more points to exchange for rewards at the end

you entered a coin into the slot and hummed before seeing a START screen, but as soon as it went black into a loading screen you saw someone’s reflection on it

Haizaki was right behind you

“Whaddya know? Would ya look at that?” he says, hands in his pockets while sneering. “If it isn’t (y/n).”

you merely pretended that you didn’t hear him, considering that the arcade was pretty crowded and noisy, and went on to playing the game in front of you

you hoped that by the time you were done with the round, he’d be gone, but his reflection was very much still there on the arcade machine screen, depicting his laid-back posture against the back of another arcade machine, watching you with complete amusement

after spending all the available coins on hand and still sensing him behind you, you promptly turned to your left to head for the coin machine and acted completely casual, but before you got too far ahead, Haizaki easily blocks your path with an outstretched arm, the hand against the arcade machine

“Whoaaa,” he drawls. “That’s pretty fucked up for you to ignore me like that.”

“... You’re blocking the way, so can you please kindly let me pass?” you flatly say, not bothering to look at his face

“What’s with the cold shoulder?” He tilts his head with a crazed look in his eyes that spelled unpredictability. “I just came and stopped by to say hello to an old friend from Teiko. Nothin’ wrong with that, hm?”

“Look,” you sigh. “You’re in the way, and I wish to spend my time here left alone. No, I’m not interested in small talk. No, I’m not in the mood for a bite with you. No, I don’t want to give you my number. Did I address everything?” you finally turned your face to look at Haizaki, but his face contorts to one of a dangerous beast

“Good, good…” he slowly says. “You haven’t changed one bit, haven’t ya? I was wonderin’ where that feisty side of yours went.”

perhaps you shouldn’t have spoken up after all; it only riled him up more

before you can formulate any further thoughts, he grabs your chin and directed it towards him, and you immediately froze up

you tried to dart your eyes around you if anyone noticed, but no one seems to pay attention

“What’s the matter?” he asks. “Cat got ya tongue?” when he looks to where your gaze was at, he chuckles before drawing closer to your face. “No one’s gonna help… not when they think we’re a little thing…”

but he instantly feels a heavy hand on his shoulder, and Haizaki turns around, ready to cuss the perpetrator out, but his eyes widen when he sees a furious Murasakibara

a giant with a very, very hostile aura… even nearby crowds dispersed out of fear for their safety

“Hands off of (y/n)-chin, pest.”

“Oho?” Haizaki releases your face and completely turns around to face him. “Well if it isn’t Atsushi… been a while hasn’t it?” he brings up a hand in a shrugging motion. “While I’d love to chat, I’m busy. Scram.”

“Touch (y/n)-chin again, and I’ll break all of your fingers.”

“Huh?” Haizaki licks his right thumb. “What’s up with ya? It’s non’ya business.”

you took this as an opportunity to run to Murasakibara’s side and seek shelter behind his back, which Haizaki raises a defiant brow

“Hmmm?” he smiles a slow smirk. “Was I really such bad company, (y/n)?”

his smile was completely wiped when he sees Murasakibara’s outstretched hand towards his head, and he deftly dodges his grasp before he walks off with a scoff

“I’m gonna crush him—”

“W-Wait! Just leave him be…” you held onto his torso in a full-attempt to stop him from going too far, and after a few moments, he relaxes with body and finally turns to face you

he doesn’t say anything but darts his eyes all over your figure to make sure there weren’t any injuries on you

he gently holds your hand before he tugs you to follow him to the food court

“Murasakibara…?”

“... You won’t be separated from me if we hold hands, (y/n)-chin.”

“I’m fine, you know.”

he doesn’t say anything more, and when you both settled into your table with your orders, he’s constantly staring at you and giving nonverbal cues that he wants to do PDA with you

becomes very protective and affectionate of you for the rest of the trip

grows very quiet and deep in thought until you reassure him that you were okay because of him stepping in to save you

Akashi Seijuro

it’d be extremely rare for you to ever bump into Haizaki, especially when the only chance you can see him is during the annual Winter Cup

Winter Cup arrives once again with the GoMs being 2nd years this time, and Akashi is still the same Oreshi ever since last Winter Cup

Haizaki definitely had seen you walking with Akashi very closely before the opening ceremony started, and it gave him ideas on how to “get back” against Akashi without directly confronting him

he was gonna mess with you

even after all those years, he still has that grudge against Akashi; the fact that he is one of the few people who has that power over him irritates him to no end

even when Akashi told Haizaki to quit long ago to help him save face, his pride was still heavily bruised

when he was sure Akashi wasn’t with you, he approached you while you were waiting outside the stadium

. . .

Akashi exits out of the locker rooms and carries his duffel bag before he heads to the entrance to greet you, excited in reuniting with you to talk about today’s games and your opinion on Rakuzan’s performance… that is, until what he saw made him beyond furious

“O-Ow…!”

“If ya want someone to blame for,” Haizaki sneers. “Ya can thank Akashi for messin’ with me, yeah? Don’t take it too hard babe, but I’m just returnin’ the favor… by proxy.”

Akashi strides over to the two of you with the intensity of death that would even surprise Bokushi himself

“Haizaki.”

at the sound of his eerily calm voice, Haizaki turns over to Akashi, and his glee is immediately wiped off his face and replaced with one of anger… and hidden fear

he suddenly drops you from his chokehold, and as you hit the ground, coughing to intake air, he turns to Akashi with a vengeful look

after a suffocating staredown between the two, Haizaki tuts and turns to leave in unspoken defeat, knowing full well the consequences from defying against Akashi; it’s something he never did in Teiko and certainly not something he would risk doing now

Akashi immediately drops his cold facade and rushes over to your side, rubbing your back and examining the slight bruises on your neck

his HIGHEST priority at that very moment was your safety, and he decided to take you to a doctor and then to your home, opting to cancelling/rescheduling any plans for today despite your objections

all the while, he coos softly at you and touches you with such care and gentleness that you managed to calm your heartbeat from that sudden attempt of assault

as soon as he feels like you’re safe, mentally and physically (and probably in a safe environment with either a GoM or at your own home), he reveals his true emotions on his face regarding the incident for the first time when he’s alone

being super considerate about your current mental state, he didn’t want to potentially scare you even more with his anger and much more negative emotions

for the first time, he allows his darker thoughts to simmer and stir… it’s one of those rare times where he wishes that Bokushi still existed within him

he eventually finds time to pay a visit to Fukuda Sōgō… to make nice… threats conversation

if you somehow figured out that he was going to do that, only when you convinced him is when he’ll decide to back down

but that’s only IF you figured out about how Akashi really felt about this…

#knb #knb headcanon #knb headcanons #knb x reader #knb x y/n #aomine daiki #aomine x reader #aomine daiki x reader #murasakibara atsushi #murasakibara x reader #murasakibara atsushi x reader #akashi seijuro #akashi x reader #akashi seijuro x reader #haizaki shougo #haizaki shogo #kuroko no basket #knb fic #knb fics

[jisungscaramel]

dare | han 

❀ genre; smut, a little fluff, best friends au ❀ pairing; han jisung x reader (fem) ❀ word count; 2k

[warnings] explicit sexual content, oral, unprotected sex (be safe y’all), (mild) edging, cockwarming, saucy truth or dare

The intangible friction between you and your best friend was undeniable, yet with conviction, you held this idea that it was all in your head, and instead of fleshing out the inkling of frustration you felt every time you’d hang out, you chose to ignore it.

You chose to ignore the way he’d press his palms into the small of your back when he’d pull you close, the way he’d keep your body tight on his when he’d hug you, the way you’d catch his curious stares, the way his eyes seemed to send endless subliminal messages. 

You chose to ignore the way the butterflies would flutter in your chest whenever that physical contact was made, the desire that would pool in the pit of your stomach whenever your wordless gazes collided. 

You chose to ignore it. 

Until today. 

Honestly, you couldn’t say if he was on the same wavelength as you but as soon as he said these words on what you perceived to be a usual Netflix date (hold the chill), you were definitely suspicious: “Let’s play truth or dare.”

You knocked him on the head. “Han Jisung, you know there’s only two of us here… right?” 

He blinked at you innocently and rather cutely, as if he couldn’t see the correlation between your questions. “Yes… you’re point?” 

You clicked your tongue, sinking back into the worn in leather couch with your arms crossed. “Have you ever played truth or dare with just one other person? I sure as fuck haven’t.” 

He rolled his eyes in an exaggeratedly exasperated manner. “No, but I don’t recall there ever being a rule saying you can’t.” 

“But,” you turned to him to put on your best puppy dog face… which was mediocre at best but a valiant attempt, “don’t you wanna watch Avatar? We’re almost done with Book 2.” 

“We watched it already… 4 times actually… in the past month.” 

“Yes… your point?” you wrinkled your nose, repeating his previous words. 

“Let’s do something different for a change.”

You turn the television off. “Ok fine,” drawing out the latter word as if it were stuck on your tongue. 

Next thing you knew, he was constricting your body with his limbs, happily rubbing his cheek on yours like a child. “Yee!” and then all of sudden, he was sitting back, deadpan, folding his arms with determination. “Truth or dare?” 

“Hmmm truth.” 

And then that small child was back. “What? Why? That’s no fun!” 

You shrugged. “You wanted to play truth or dare, remember? Emphasis on truth.” 

“Fine, is it true that you hooked up with someone in the library?”

“Ji, I already told you that story.” 

“I know, but it was so wild that I didn’t really believe you. Now you have to tell me the truth.”

“What makes you think I’d be any less truthful otherwise? And also, what makes you think that I’d absolutely tell you the truth now if I was possibly lying before?” 

He widened his eyes and flared his nostrils in a rather comical manner. “If you can lie during truth or dare, you must be satan.” 

You stared at him rather blankly, speaking quite frankly, “that… made no sense.” 

His lips pressed into a firm line. “It does; you just won’t admit it.” 

You snickered, rolling your eyes. “Whatever… truth or dare”

“Dare, I ain’t no bitch.” 

You smacked his shoulder - playfully. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

And he pouted, rubbing his shoulder. “Nothing… nothing at all.” 

“I dare you to leave Felix a voice note confessing your love to him.” 

He offered you a begrudging glare but he wordlessly unlocked his phone with no hesitation, opening his messages with his roommate. He lifted the end to his lips: “Oi Felix! I just wanted to let you know that I love you bro.” He smiled in satisfaction as he sent the note. 

“That’s not what I meant!” you protested. 

To which, he shrugged. “You didn’t specify what kind of love.” 

Your hand made contact with your face in embarrassment. “Why are you like this?”

“Because you,” he placed his palms on his cheeks to squish them, “love me.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Ok, truth or dare?” 

“...Just to make you happy: dare.” 

“Hmmm,” he bit his lip in contemplation, “what should I get you to do?” he gripped his chin. 

“Please don’t make me eat wasabi. I almost burned my nose off that one ti-” 

“I dare you to kiss me… on the lips.” 

When you met his eyes, you expected the usual teasing glint, but you saw none. He was dead serious, and you felt the saliva thicken in your throat, forcing you to swallow a little harder than normal. 

As if your body was moving on its own, you leaned forward toward Jisung, resting your hands on his shoulders, distance lessening an inch by every passing moment. You were only planning on giving him a peck, but it just felt more natural to slightly part and purse your lips into a proper kiss. As your eyes fell shut, your heart began trembling in its confines, rattling your spine - you just hoped it wasn’t as obvious to him as it was to you. 

His plush peach lips were as soft as you imagined - though you’d never admit you’d been imagining it in the first place. And for a moment, maybe two, you passed through the mix of emotional signals, focusing instead on the physical, the subliminal body language: how his hands found themselves on your hips, how his lips occasionally broke the rhythm to tug on your lower lip, how he’d let out the softest groans every time there was a change in pressure. 

But then you removed yourself from your physical position, remembering the mental position you were in, biting your lips and looking away, biting your lips as if you wanted to say something, but your words clung to your throat - so you cleared it. “...truth or dare?” 

“Truth.” 

“Why did you want me to kiss you?” 

His expression was serious - something you weren’t used to. He leaned back, folding his arms, lips parted, tongue smoothing over his teeth to graze the edge of his top lip. “Same reason why you couldn’t get your hands off me.” 

You didn’t even have a moment to be dissatisfied with his answer. “Truth or dare?” there was a sultry tone to his voice, and although it was out of character for him, it was perfectly in line with the vibe he was giving in that moment. 

“Dare.” The first time you’d chosen that, it was for no reason other than to spare yourself of Jisung’s complaints, but this time? Curiosity laced your tongue, wondering where he would take it next, if he would take it anywhere at all. 

“Go down on me.” 

You tugged on your lower lip with your teeth as a subtle smirk grew on your face. Of course, he would. You got down on the floor, kneeling in front of him. 

You placed your palm over his crotch, feeling a stirring beneath the fabric of his jeans. “Are you gonna help me with this?” You prodded the top button with your index finger.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You’re a big girl.” 

Challenge accepted. 

The finger on his button flicked it undone, but you took your time pulling the zipper down. You were in no rush. 

But he was. 

You could tell from the slightest gestures: the way his back kept sinking back in the couch, the way his fingers kept combing through his hair, the way he hissed under his breath, the way his hips rolled up - if you weren’t so close to him, you wouldn’t have noticed any of it. 

When you finally took it upon yourself to free his personified frustration, you were taken aback, not because of his girth or the throbbing redness - although that was in the back of your mind. You were teetering on a metaphorical edge of your friendship. The kiss was one thing but now you were approaching the gate of no return. But you’d have plenty of time to worry about that later... and after the fact. 

You let the lust shroud your head with its black clouds as you leaned in closer. You delicately ran the flat of your ring finger up his length while dragging your tongue down, eliciting an explicit gasp from him.

And he couldn’t help but squirm under you when you circled your tongue under the head, where he was the most sensitive. 

Your lips secured around the tip, and you sunk them down as far as they could go, until they pressed firmly on his pelvis. The vulgar gurgling sound you inadvertently made while fighting your gag reflex only did more to stir his arousal. 

“Fuck, since when were you this hot?” 

You started bobbing your head up and down, cheeks hollowing as a result of the increased suction. Every now and then, you’d slow down to trace his prominent veins with your tongue, and when you’d pick up your pace again, grunts and groans continuously trickled down his lips. 

You wanted to smirk. Your nostrils flared as the corners of your lips lifted up as much as they could in their limiting position. You had to take your hands away from his hip and the base of his dick to place them behind your back just to show off.

When Jisung’s sounds became gruffer and more primal, you had an inlinking of what was to come. So, you stopped, smacking your lips with a loud pop. 

“Truth or dare?” Desire poured from your half-lidded eyes, lacing your voice in a tone that sent electricity through Jisung’s nerves. 

“...Dare,” he whispered, still heavily breathing. 

You stood up. “Take your pants off and don’t move for the next five minutes… no matter what.” 

He peered up at you with suspicious eyes, but did as you asked. His suspicion turned into surprise as you pulled your leggings and panty off in one motion, setting the garments on the ground. 

“What are you doing?” he asked in a strained voice as you straddled him, gripping the back of the couch for support, aligning your now-dripping heat over his erection. 

“Making,” you started lowering yourself, taking him in, “things more,” all in, “interesting.” 

He threw his head back, “Fuck.” 

“Remember,” you tapped your phone on the other side of the couch to see the time, “no moving for five minutes.”

“You’re so evil.” He glared at you. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I thought you knew this already.” 

“I didn’t-” his attempt to amend his statement was cut short when you attached your lips to his jaw, trailing kisses up its line, slowly, taking your time. 

He held his breath when yours blew into his ear, heat searing his skin, and you could feel him twitch inside you.

“I’m gonna destroy you when my turn is up.”

You tapped his chin with your finger. “If you can manage to behave until then.”

“You think I can’t?” 

“It’s not that I think you can’t… I just don’t think you can.” You waved your hips to increase the pressure between your connected skin, and you could tell he had to bite his tongue just to suppress a moan. 

When your lips latched onto his neck, he gulped, staring at the clock at the other end of the room. He tried to fixate on the constant movement of the second hand, but his body had a different agenda, preferring to focus on how good your lips felt on his sensitive skin, how you alternated between sweet pecks and French kisses, hard sucking and soft nibbling.

He felt the heat radiating from his skin, sweat dripping down the back of his neck as a result of his attempt to hold himself back. He grit his teeth, frustration crippling his body; he was this close to caving, this close. 

“Time.” 

He bucked his hips up, gripping yours tightly. “Such a fucking tease.” But he still held back, keeping his pumping slow and steady. “Truth or dare?” 

You crashed your body to match his tempo. “Truth.” 

“Do you want it harder?” 

“...Yes.” 

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A/N This one is also a reimagined version of a scenario I wrote for a different idol years ago

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[amorgansgal]

Hi, I have never send a request for HC ever before. I got something on my mind.

HC with Arthur (and someone else, it may be anyone who think is good or if you want to) and female reader with albinism. Since first time seeing her, etc etc.

Thank you

So firstly, I just want to apologise for taking so long to get round to this ask. I'm afraid it did throw me into a bit of a quandry, as I didn't particularly want Arthur to have probably the atypical 1890s response to someone with albinism, but I also wanted to make it fairly realistic - mostly with being aware that modern treatments for any eye issues weren't a thing during the time and no one had invented SPF 50 suncream! I hope I've done this justice, but if there are any issues or concerns please do let me know and I will endeavour to fix them as soon as possible.

Arthur's Reaction to a F/Reader with albinism

Due to the sensitivity of your skin and eyes you’ve built yourself a small cabin away from the dusty, dirty cities and anywhere with bright sunshine.

It’s quite an idyllic spot, a nearby stream gives you plenty of fresh water and a small vegetable patch gives you plenty of food. You also keep chickens and a goat. Though must admit your existence is a little lonely.

When you go into the nearby town to fetch supplies you sometimes are greeted to the quite frankly rather rude stares of the inhabitants. Though you try not to let it bother you.

You actually meet Arthur after your foray into town, when you’re coming back home and find a man picking up the eggs your chickens have laid.

‘Who the hell are you?’ You yell and watch him with some annoyance as he drops one of the eggs.

‘Shit! Sorry, I thought that-!’

Arthur’s first reaction is to stare, then to realise that’s rather rude and to quickly look away. Though he’s still curious. He has all sorts of questions, but is worried you might feel offended, especially as he just tried to steal your eggs!

‘You hungry?’ You ask, surprising yourself that you’re going to invite him in for some supper.

‘Umm… I don’ want to impose.’

‘After almost stealing my eggs, you don’t want to impose?’

He has the decency to look ashamed and accepts your offer. Though he does think it’s odd that you would readily invite him for supper, rather than shoot him.

So he tends to stay resolutely quiet and just sneaks small glances at you.

Your discussion over dinner is rather mundane, until Arthur says, ‘I don’ mean to be rude, miss, but are you ill? It’s just… well… I ain’t ever seen someone with pale skin like yours and your eyes are… well…’

You smile, because it’s a question you’ve heard quite a lot, but never said with such sweet sincerity. Usually, it’s one asked with some revulsion and the person drawing away from you.

‘No, I was just born like this.’

‘Oh… right… so it don’ hurt?’

‘No… I just have to be careful not to get burnt by the sun.’

He nods very seriously, ‘Guess that would make sense.’

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[novaiya]

The Girl from the North Country - Arthur x Reader (NSFW)

Summary: While snooping through Arthur's journal, Karen finds a portrait of a woman who draws her attention. After being caught and reprimanded for her actions, she can’t help but ask who the woman was. Just the mention of her portrait puts Arthur years in the past, right to the very night the two shared.

Words: 3,229

Warnings: F!Reader

A/N: When describing how Reader and Arthur met, the Reader will be referred to in third person (she/her), but when the main action and smut starts, it'll be back to second person (you)

It was not uncommon for Karen to take a peek into Arthur’s journal from time to time. Despite Arthur being protective of his journal, the only place in the world where he could be himself, he couldn’t always keep it on him. Sometimes when he went to bathe in a river nearby, or when he was doing chores around the camp, he would leave it in his satchel in his tent. He trusted his fellow gang members to not snoop around his belongings. The temptation to get a close look into the mind of the stoic gunslinger, however, was too much for Karen, so she would occasionally sneak a peek into it. She would find everything from doodles of animals to portraits of people to sketches of towns and forests. Some pages were filled with tales of the gang’s excursions, the gruesome details of their doings could rival those in crime novels that Hosea read from time to time. Others were filled with more mellow and intimate details of Arthur’s life, and despite being curious, Karen often skipped those, feeling as if reading those pages would cross an imaginary line she set for herself.

On one of these occasions, when she was flipping through the pages of Arthur’s journal as if through a newspaper, she came upon a portrait of a woman. It was the most detailed, carefully drawn picture out of all she has seen Arthur draw in his journal so far. The woman’s hair was spread over her head like a halo, and her unclothed bosom was thrusted upward, making it seem like she was in the midst of taking a gulp of air. Her eyes looked hazy, drowned in pleasure as they looked out from the pages of the journal, and Karen could feel herself grow embarrassed under the mystery woman’s stare.

“What are you doing?” Arthur’s gravel voice sounded behind her, and before she had a chance to say or do anything, the journal was pulled from her hands.

A wave of embarrassment and guilt came over her, and she could feel her face grow hot in seconds. She stammered for a few moments, trying to gather her courage, but no words came; she couldn’t defend herself, for she was clearly at fault.

“I’m sorry,” she finally said as she kept her eyes on the ground, too ashamed to look at Arthur.

Arthur didn’t reply. He moved past the girl to his cot where he satchel laid. He picked it up and put his journal in it before dropping it back on his cot.

“Enjoyed the reading material?” Arthur said with clear mockery in his voice. A mix of anger and embarrassment filled him. He felt very exposed, knowing that someone read through the pages he thought he was safe in. The journal was the only thing in the world to know the real Arthur Morgan. Everything that happened to him throughout the years, good and bad, was recorded there. Sometimes he felt that there was more of him in the journal than there was in himself.

“Arthur, I’m sorry!” Karen cried as Arthur walked away, back to his chores. He didn’t turn around at her voice, so she ran up to him. “Please, Arthur,” she said, bringing her hand to his shoulder to turn him to face her. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

As he looked at her, he could see tears threatening to spill from her eyes. He was still angry, still disappointed and upset at her for what she did, but he found himself feeling bad for her, and angry at himself for being the cause of her tears. He shook his head before enveloping the girl in his arms, trying to calm her down. “It’s okay, you’re alright.”

The two of them were back in his tent, with Karen still apologizing to Arthur, and the latter assuring her that it truly was all right. Finally, after some time, when Karen felt back to herself, she sheepishly asked, “Who was that woman?” She knew that she was pushing her luck by asking such a question after what she’s done, but she couldn’t help it. The image of the woman hasn’t left her mind since she saw it, and she knew there must be an exciting story to accompany an equally exciting picture.

He didn’t need to be shown the picture, he knew instantly which she was talking about. Karen watched Arthur after asking the question, and she could see that the mention of it put a certain look into his eyes. Just the mention of her image could put him years into the past, right to the very night they shared. Sometimes, the memory felt like it was from another lifetime; yet he could always remember it with fine details, from the feelings of her skin against his own, to the smell of her hair and the warmth of her breath.

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Arthur paused in surprise. The woman across the room stood leaning against the wall, one of her hands in her pants pocket, the other holding a shot glass. The air around her was thick with ease and independence and it seemed that everyone around was affected. The men who sat not far from her were turning their heads, trying to catch a glimpse of her face from under the brim of her hat. The barmen tried, and failed, to serve the patrons and keep his eye on the mystery woman at the same time. The woman in question though seemed to either not be aware of the effect she had on people, or didn’t care. As Arthur pushed past the saloon doors, she lifted her head, meeting his eyes, and he too, fell prey to her stare.

Despite being a grown man, he felt like a school boy as he tried to muster up the courage and introduce himself to the woman who seemed to have a strong hold over everyone in the establishment. As he downed a shot of whiskey, ready to make his advance, the woman was already by his side, introducing herself with easy and grace that enchanted him for years to come. The two spent a few hours together, getting to know each other. She was a bounty hunter, traveling from state to state in search of adventure and excitement. Each little bit of information that she fed him only made him hunger for more, and he felt that he will never be satiated.

The two promised to meet again, and that they did. On more than a few occasions, Arthur accompanied her to one of her bounty hunts, helping her despite both of them knowing that she could manage alone. What started as accidental meetings soon turned into planned ones, and a few times the two even went on jobs together, robbing coaches and homesteads. The time they spent together did nothing but make her hold over him stronger. Whenever he was away from her, he found that she was still with him, filling his mind with images of herself and the sound of her voice.   Everything about her attracted him, from how different she was to any person he’s met before, to her effortless smile and to her beautiful name. He was caught in the gravity of her and he let it take over. Realizing that he didn’t want to count the days until their every meeting, a silly, boyish idea popped into his head that he knew he had to ask her the next time they met.

“I told you Arthur, I can’t,” you said as you jolted from the chair you were sitting not a moment ago, shaking your hand and walking over to a window on the other side.

He followed you right away and said, “Well why not?” and motioned around with his hands. You turned around to look at him, holding his gaze for a moment, seeing the fierceness and passion in his eyes that threatened to burn his cornea out. The two of you have been arguing for the last ten minutes. After yet another successful coach robbery, you went back to your hotel room to relax and celebrate the winnings. As you shared drinks and conversations with each other, Arthur was gathering the strength to ask you something that he’s been meaning to for the past few weeks.

“Would you want to come back with me, to my gang?” he said, catching you off guard and making you stop breathing for a few moments.

It was only natural that he would ask you something like that. With how much the two of you have been working together, you were practically already part of his gang in some way. Still, you couldn’t walk the final step and fully commit. You’ve been alone for the better part of your life; The ease of having no one to report to, and needing to worry about yourself only was something you weren’t willing to give up. You told him as much, and despite thinking of himself as a calm and collected man, he couldn’t accept your answer.

“I told you why,” you said, your voice now lower than it was a moment ago. Your eyes turned to look out of the hotel room window into the distance, past the small establishments that littered the main road. On the horizon, the sun was setting. The day was coming to an end, and so was your peculiar relationship with Arthur. You knew that at some point he would want more. There were the long gazes across the campfires, the occasional, drunk make-out sessions that never went too far. You knew that you were playing with fire with how long you stayed in the town, but it seemed that Arthur was not the only one to be caught in the gravity of the situation.

He came up to stand next to you, the proximity of his body making your stance weaken. “That ain’t good enough reason,” he said.

"It is for me,” you replied.

As if just realizing how pushy he has been, he stepped back, feeling embarrassed that his emotions, something that he thought he’s learned to control, got the better of him.

“I’m sorry,” he said and shook his head. He took a deep breath, trying to compose both himself and his emotions, carefully picking out the next words to say. “I just don’t wanna lose you. Each time we split, I’m afraid it’s for the last time,” he said, taking a small pause after each sentence, the silence in between emphasizing the weight of his words.

Despite working with, and being in close proximity to Arthur for the past few months, you’ve never seen this vulnerable side of him. You could see how hard it was for him to say what he felt. He didn’t seem like someone who often expressed his feelings orally, and it made each word mean so much more.

“Arthur,” you spoke his name, and reached out with your hand to touch his cheek. He leaned into your touch immediately, like a child into the loving hands of their mother. He craved the warmth of your touch, and the knowledge that right now, you were still here, still with him.

He said your name, his voice still quiet and mellow, and said, “Stay with me.” The tone of his voice kept the sentence teetering somewhere between a question and a statement and you didn’t reply anything in return, instead moving closer, and pressing your lips against his.

At the feeling of your lips against his own, he could feel every fiber in his being wake up to life. He could feel his heartbeat all over his body; in his chest, his throat and his hands, which went immediately to your hips and brought your flush against him. The feeling of his body against yours was intoxicating, and your hands immediately went to explore every inch you could get to.

He was slowly pushing you backwards, small, careful steps towards the bed in the back of the room, till you hit it with the back of your knees. Without breaking the kiss, you fell into the bed, pulling Arthur down with you. Everything about this moment was beautiful, from the feeling of your body under his, the movement of your lips against his own, to the warmth of your skin against his. He wished for this moment to never end.

He broke the kiss, only to instantly move his lips to your neck, peppering it with kisses and light nips. The sound of your voice, sighing and moaning his name only spurred him more and more, and before long he was talking off your top, revealing your chest to him. For a moment, he stopped his movements and admired your beauty. You were like a nymph, mysterious and hypnotizing. Everything about you drew him in, from the shape of your lips, to the hazy way you looked at him. You were too beautiful to be real, and he was afraid that if he closed his eyes, you would disappear like the dream you were.

The two of you were far too starved for each other’s bodies to prolong the inevitable for much longer, and were quickly pulling at each other’s clothes. His hands were working on the buttons of your pants, while yours were pulling down his suspenders. He was pulling down your pants while you were pushing open his shirt. Before too long, the two of you were naked before each other. You reached out with your hands, running it down his neck to his muscular chest and his stomach, down to his hard member. Your mouth salivated at the sight of him, and you licked your lips, suddenly thinking that you’ve never been with a man as arousing as Arthur was. With your carnal desires taking over you, you parted your legs, inviting him in. His mind was too clouded by lust to act civilized or gentleman-y, so he quickly took the invitation and settled between your legs. He dropped down to capture your lips once again, before taking a hold of his member and slowly pushing in. Even through the kiss, you could hear the sound of your combined moans as the two of you became one. All your thoughts were centered on how good it felt, on how good he felt. Arthur stilled for a moment when he was all the way in, trying to compose himself. He took a deep breath, but the feeling of your walls enveloping him, and your hands now holding onto his forearms made him shudder, and he lost himself, setting a steady rhythm which left you a moaning, writhing mess under him.

Everything meshed together as the two of you lost yourself in the pleasure of each other’s bodies. His lips were on your neck, kissing your soft skin, while his hands were on your hips and your waist, relishing in the curves of your body. Your legs were hooked over his torso, holding him close to you, while your nails dug into his back, holding for dear life and leaving crimson marks behind that hurt just enough to make Arthur crave more.

You couldn’t tell whether hours or seconds passed when you felt yourself near the peak. All your energy and attention centered on where the two of you were connected. Arthur felt you tighten around him, could feel the warmth of your ragged breaths. He sneaked a hand between the two of you and found your clit. The feeling of his finger on you was the last thing you needed to come apart, and with a moan of his name, you did. Your legs trembled and your voice rose an octave or two as immense pleasure ran through veins, filling all of you with its warmth.

Arthur wasn’t far behind, and after a few more thrust, he succumbed to the pleasures and pulled out, releasing himself on your stomach.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, he found your lips once again. The kiss was slower, more sensual than the one you shared in the beginning. The kiss spoke more than the two of you have been for the past few months. He confessed his love for you with the way he bit your bottom lip. With the flick of your tongue, you said “Me too”

His mind was blank as you laid on his chest, asleep. For the first time in a long time, he felt content and relaxed. One of his hands was on the small of your back, keeping you close against him, while the other played with a strand of your hair. After a few minutes, he gently pulled himself up and took a satchel that laid on the bedside table. He pulled his journal and a pen out and started drawing. Whether you were going to come with him or not, he wanted to always have an image of you with him, to remind him of the woman that you were. With the sketch done, he put his journal back into his satchel and turned around, capturing you in his hands and with a small yawn, fell asleep.

He woke up, but instead of finding the warm, desired body next to him, found emptiness. He looked around, the room was bare; her clothes, guns and bags were gone. He pushed himself from the bed and went to look out of the window to where their horses were hitched last night and found only his own there. He closed his eyes and stood still for a moment. The hotel room suddenly felt too big and empty for him.

Just like her, the conclusion to their peculiar relation left him with many questions that he knew would torment his mind for months to come. He wondered if it was a mistake to ask her to come with him so soon. Should he have waited a bit more? Or should’ve he just enjoyed what they had and see where it would take him? With these thoughts, he packed his things and left the hotel room.

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“And that’s all there is to it,” Arthur said, turning to look at Karen. The girl, after hearing the entire story, was left with her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide. She could see, with the way Arthur talked and the way his eyes looked out into the distance, that despite years and distance, the woman still had the same hold on him. She wanted to ask him if he ever tried to find her, but she felt that she already opened up too many old wounds. Instead, she thanked him for sharing the story with him, and promised to never look into his journal again.

With everyone asleep and the main campfire empty, he found himself in his cot, unable to fall asleep. He could feel the weight of her head on his chest, the feeling of her hair in his hand. He wondered if she thought of him as much as he did of her. With years, the memory of months that they shared together was becoming more fuzzy, and sometimes, he wondered if they happened at all. The only thing he had to remind him that it was all real was that portrait and the feelings he still had for her.

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[its-deputy-caleb]

YO PLEASE WRITE MORE MORBELL I LOVE PRAISE KINK MICAH AND HIS CUTE LITTLE TUMMY

okay i wrote this in like 2hrs and did not edit it at all so i apologise for any mistakes anon but i couldn't for the life of me not do write this. i was gonna work on another request tonight but i love these two and i LOVE sub!micah so this is what i came up with. this is a part two to this fic here so pls enjoy both <33

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'Hot down in Horseshoe'

Eight fucking weeks. Micah waited two goddamn months for anything to happen again with Morgan and to say he wasn’t about to burst out of his skin would be a lie.

Moving to Horseshoe Overlook was chaotic, especially when there was a train robbery, getting Sean back, a bar fight and not to mention Micah nearly died when he ran into Skinny at Strawberry.

Arthur was well and truly pissed when he came up to save him, growling and lecturing him about recklessness and house calls. Micah had known then that he fucked up so he ran off to lick his wounds for a while.

That didn’t mean that he didn’t jerk off to the thought of Arthur’s rough hands all over him while he was huddled away in his camp but it never failed to leave him feeling empty and cold afterwards.

God he hated how soft Arthur had turned him. Half of it wasn’t even about the sex, he just needed Arthur’s touch. He needed the man to brush their hands together around camp, needed when their knees bumped sitting around the campfire and he needed the man to hold him like he had up in Colter.

Arthur only gave him the peace of mind when he returned to camp with a newly robbed stagecoach under his belt. Micah was startled when Arthur leaned up next to him, patting him on the shoulder but letting his finger linger on the back of his neck.

The breath Micah was holding in as Arthur caressed the base of his neck, pretending to lean over the barrel to flick through the ledger but used it to whisper down his ear as it went unknown to everyone else around camp.

“Done a real good job here boy, brining in that coach. I think you deserve a reward hmm? Don’t you think? Common now, let’s get outta here.”

Micah followed Arthur wordlessly as he saddled up and rode with Arthur into valentine.

It was well and truly dark when the arrived, Micah having gotten back to camp in the late evening. It was relatively easy for them to get a room unnoticed but none of that mattered when he finally entered the dimly lit hotel room. He placed his hat onto the chair in the corner of the room before he dropped to his knees in front of Arthur.

His knees his the ground with a thud, a move he’ll probably regret come tomorrow morning but he didn’t have it in him to care when Arthur stood in front of him and held his head in his hands.

“Seem’s like someone’s been waiting a long time for this..”

Micah nodded, pushing his head further into Arthur’s hands as his cheek was stroked with the backs of the mans knuckles. He watched as Arthur stepped back, pulling his gun belt and coat off to leave on the chair behind his own hat. He blushed heavily, hoping it went unnoticed in the bad lighting of the room as he scolded himself for not even taking the time to remove his own gun belt, ashamed at how eager he was.

“No need to be ashamed boy— been so good waiting for me.”

Arthur removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants pulling his already half har cock out and stroking it to it’s full length. He tapped it against Micah’s bottom lip and watching as Micah held his tongue out patiently.

“Look at you...I don’t have to tell you to do a single thing do I? You’re already so eager to please me.”

Micah nodded before trying to take call of Arthur’s member down his throat, gagging softly as he whined in frustration.

“Woah easy boy, we’ve got all night now. Ya ain’t gotta rush things.”

Arthur’s hands tangled in his hair, gently guiding him into a steady bob up and down. Micah’s chin was covered in drool and precum and he whined at the tightness of his pants against his already straining erection.

He gagged again when he felt Arthur’s hips jut forward accidentally, moaning in appreciation at the roughness. Micah’s hands scrambled to claw at his thighs, holding on for dear life as Arthur fucked his throat.

Micah’s head spun from a mixture of the sound’s Morgan was making, groaning and grunting between each thrust and the lack of oxygen which made everything just that more intense.

Eventually Arthur pulled out of his mouth, not missing the whine that slipped from his partner. He flattened some of Micah’s hair which was now a mess and wiped the drool from around his mouth as he let him catch his breath.

“Don’t want all the fun to be over too soon now. Common, up on the bed, hands and knees.”

Micah didn’t need to be told twice, pushing up and stripping his clothes. He left them strewn across the floor as he scrambled onto the bed and pressed his chest flush against the mattress, raising his ass high in the air for Arthur.

While Arthur admired him, he pulled the rest of his clothes off to join Micah on the bed with a tin of lube in his hand. He dropped it to the mattress to run his hands over Micah’s ass, squeezing the soft flesh in his palm. His hands rubbed and squeezed over his muffin top and soft thighs before plastering himself to Micah’s back.

Arthur’s hands came to rub over his stomach, kneading his round tummy before moving up to grope his chest.

Micah could only moan and whimper, legs spreading wider as his back arched and he clawed at the sheets. His eyes rolled shut and his toes curled as he was overcome by a wave of pleasure at wanting this from Arthur for so long.

“Fuck, Arthur! Feels good— need more, please please!”

Micah sobbed with need as he pushed back into Arthur’s embrace. He whimpered when Arthur flicked a finger over his nipple, pinching it before sitting up and taking the can of lube and coating his fingers.

“It’s alright Micah… need you relaxed for me sweetheart.”

Arthur rubbed circles on his lower back, waiting till he saw the man visibly relax with a shaky breath before inserting one finger past his rim.

Micah was a moaning mess by the time he has three inside him, withering and moaning as his prostate was abused under Arthur’s fingers scissoring him open. His cock had a steady stream of precum leaking from the tip to the mattress as he panted and fucked himself back onto the fingers inside him. He cried out in a desperate sob as his fingers pulled free and he was left empty.

Arthur made short work of coating his cock this time, lining up and pushing the head of his cock into his hole. His hand’s grabbed at Micah’s muffin top, pulling his hips flushed to his own as he bottomed out inside him, groaning at the tight feel of Micah clenching around him.

“Mhnm fuck, yer so tight for me— feel so good.”

Micah’s arms extended out in front of him as he gasped on air, panting at feeling so full on Arthur’s cock. He clawed and pulled at the pillow in front on him, moaning under his breath. Soft happy tears spilled from the corners of his eyes as he heard Arthur praise him, sighing as he relaxed into the steady pace of his thrusts.

Arthur didn’t speed up however, didn’t get faster as fucked him with slow, deep thrusts that were calculated and intense as he hit Micah’s prostate with each jut of his hips.

He leaned down over Micah again, his hands coming up to slide under his chest and take his hands in his. He felt Micah squeeze his hands tightly, groaning as he could thrust deeper at the new angle.

Micah’s legs gave, unable to hold himself up as Arthur helped him lie flat against he mattress. Arthur used his own legs to shove his apart and spread him wide. Arthur squeezed his hands back as he fucked into him harder causing his head to loll and bump with Arthur’s own.

“You alright there pretty boy? Doin’ okay?”

Micah could only open his mouth to moan in affirmation, his mind completely fried from pleasure. He blushed at the nickname, realising just how badly he liked when it left Arthur’s mouth as he nodded shyly.

Heat was slowly pooling in his gut and the friction against his leaking cock from only added to the growing pressure.

But he wanted more… he needed more praise from the man. If it meant begging until he got it then that’s exactly what he would do.

“A-Arthur I’m close— please, please, please let me cum! I’ve been soo good for you.”

Micah’s squirmed under him, whining and crying out as Arthur littered kisses over his neck and shoulders, occasionally biting to draw more moans from him. He felt Arthur groan in approval in his ear, the noise running straight down south as he neared his orgasm.

“Mmh you’ve been such a good boy— so proud of you, go on let it go.”

He licked a stripe up Micah’s neck, biting down hard onto his earlobe.

“Cum for me pretty boy.”

Micah’s eyes screwed shut, feeling hot streaks of cum soak the mattress and his tummy as he whimpered and moaned. His blunt nails scratched at Arthur’s knuckles as the man thrust into him once, twice and then three times before he pulled out and came all over his back.

Sinking into the mattress, Micah’s body felt like jelly as he came down from his high. Arthur on the other hand was slightly less disheveled as he bent down and picked up Micah’s red shirt and used it to wipe him clean.

Arthur rolled Micah onto his back gently, pulling a light sheet over them as he bent down and kissed him. He could faintly taste himself on his tongue from before as he stroked up Micah’s sides.

He continued to litter kisses all over Micah’s collar bones, neck and jaw as he praised him in between each kiss.

“Did a real good joy sweetheart, taking me so well. Good boy.”

Eventually Micah seemed to slowly come back to it as he was praised and pampered in affection, something Arthur would take note too. He took Micah’s jaw in his hand, forcing the man to look at him and smiled as he saw the satisfied and fucked out look on his face.

Micah tucked his head in his arm, yawning in the most adorable way as he stretched and got comfortable. He fell asleep in Arthur’s warm embrace, with his hands rubbing circles on his lower back.

A final shaky breath left him, his breathing evening out into soft snores as he felt Arthur kiss his forehead— a habit he could get used to.

#morbell #micah bell #arthur morgan

[heart-of-gold-outlaw]

Welcome Home | Chapter Ten: Still Breathing

Finally—finally—, the day comes to rescue Sean. You honestly don’t know what to expect. Most of the others in camp aren’t much help, referring to Sean with a roll of their eyes and something along the lines of: “half a mind to let the bounty hunters keep him.”

They should be saying that about Micah, you think to yourself as you watch Charles and Arthur saddle their horses. Maybe then Dutch’ll kick him out.

Still, Sean is a bit of a wildcard to you. You won’t figure out what he’s really like until you meet him, and until then, you decide to keep an open mind. Worst case scenario? He’s Micah’s long-lost brother. Best case scenario? He’s… well. Maybe it’s best not to think about all the things he could be. Keep yourself on your toes.

You sit on a tree stump while the boys get ready. Taima is an absolute beauty of a horse, and you can tell by the way Charles dotes on her that she’s got a good life. Briefly, thoughts of having a horse of your own cross your mind. That appaloosa gelding is probably still for sale in Valentine. Maybe if you can get enough money, you can buy him.

Arthur and Charles take their sweet time packing more than enough ammo, which means you quickly get bored. Every scratchy detail on the tree stump bothers you, too. Hopping to your feet, you decide to get some chores done. Everyone’s been so preoccupied with the big upcoming rescue, they’ve neglected some of the finer details in camp.

The ax is in its usual spot, surrounded by whole logs that need to be chopped. You grab ahold of the handle. It feels lighter than it used to, and you realize you’re getting stronger.

Goodbye noodle arms, you think as you bring the ax down on to the first log. You don’t quite split it, but it’s getting closer than ever. And hello Jack Lumber.

A few chops in, you feel the muscles in the back of your neck tense. Someone’s behind you, and you’re not quite sure who. But soon enough, a low, sinister chuckle reaches your ears. Micah.

“Well,” he says. “Looks like the camp nuisance is finally doing some work.”

You slowly count to three before turning around. Micah stands by you, a little too close for your liking, and he’s got a smirk on his face that twists your gut something awful. You’ve started wearing a gun belt, and the hand that isn’t holding the ax inadvertently twitches toward your revolver.

“You know something, Y/N?” He takes a step toward you. “I think you’re starting to wear out your welcome.”

Fire ignites in your chest. No. No. Micah doesn’t get to do this, try and make you second-guess yourself and your place in the gang—especially not after you’ve just started feeling comfortable.

“Back off, you useless mineral,” you hiss.

Micah’s lips curl into a snarl as he takes another step toward you. This one feels infinitely more threatening, and you barely keep yourself from taking a step back. You’ll be damned if Micah wins this fight.

“Take another step,” you warn, “and I’ll jump rope with your intestines.”

Honestly, you don’t really expect him to feel threatened, but the odd choice in words is enough to throw him off. You can see him trying to process everything you said, which gives you enough time to throw the ax down and skedaddle.

Your heart thuds frantically in your chest as you hurry to Arthur and Charles. Micah won’t try anything if you’re with them; that much, you know for sure.

“We ready to go?” You ask as nonchalantly as you can. “If I chop one more piece of wood, I’ll have to start wearing flannel.”

Charles looks confused at “flannel,” but Arthur frowns as he glances over at the chopping block. His expression hardens when he sees Micah storming away.

“Micah giving you trouble?” He asks, a hint of something dangerous in his voice.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” You go to lean against the hitching post, miss, and almost topple over. Face burning, you settle for folding your arms over your chest.

Arthur and Charles exchange looks.

“If he tries anything,” Charles tells you, calm and steady, “let us know. We’ll take care of it.”

We’ll take care of it. How a statement so simple and so general can sound that dangerous, you’ll never know. You wordlessly nod, not knowing how to respond.

Charles leaves, then, to go saddle Taima. You look to Arthur, ready to follow him to Florence, who’s already tacked up and ready. But he doesn’t move.

“Micah been buggin’ you a lot?”

You shake your head. “Not really. I mean, he gave me a hard time when I was cleaning up Pearson’s wagon a while ago, but Hosea scared him off.”

Arthur turns to look at you. “And today?”

“Oh.” You think back to the confrontation. “Well, he called me the ‘camp nuisance’ and said I was starting to wear out my welcome.”

A glint of fury flashes through Arthur’s eyes as he throws a glare in Micah’s general direction. You shiver involuntarily. Thank goodness you’re not on a certain cowboy’s bad side.

“I’ve been called worse, to be honest,” you say with a shrug, and smile slightly when Arthur looks at you again. “I’m kinda used to it.”

He gives you a troubled frown instead of sharing your nonchalance. Confused, you feel your smile waver a little.

“What?” You ask.

“You…” Arthur begins, trails off, then continues: “You know it ain’t true, right?”

“What isn’t?”

“The part about being a nuisance. You ain’t wearing out your welcome, either.”

Something pulls at your heart, something strong, and you’re suddenly at a loss for words. You’ve had so many doors slammed in your face, so many people come and go, never staying, never even wanting to stay… And you couldn’t do anything but watch them leave.

“Oh,” is all you manage around a tight throat.

Arthur looks at you some more. His eyes are soft now, soft and full of what you think is understanding. He reaches out, maybe to put a hand on your shoulder, but apparently thinks better of it and instead motions for you to follow him. You trail a little behind as he walks toward Florence. You ain’t wearing out your welcome, either. Did… did Arthur really mean that? Does that mean the rest of the gang, minus Micah, feels the same way? You can’t help but shake your head in wonder. You don’t think you’ll ever understand these people.

Once you catch up, Arthur easily swings himself on top of Florence, then hauls you into the saddle behind him. You’re starting to get used to horseback. Florence may be absolutely massive, but you don’t feel so unsteady anymore. In fact, you might actually like riding.

“We’re meeting up with Javier just outside of Blackwater,” Charles says as he brings Taima over. “Trelawney thinks the bounty hunters will bring Sean upriver.”

Arthur nods and sets a steady trot out of camp. “Good. We can probably cut ‘em off when they reach the border. I think there’s a canyon that’ll give us some decent cover.”

“Any luck, we’ll take them by surprise.” Charles urges Taima into a canter, which Florence matches. “How many do you think there’ll be?”

“For Sean?” Arthur laughs, and you try not to look too enamored. “Any pair of fools could handle him. But there’ll be a lot of ‘em, no doubt.”

Charles hums in thought, but doesn’t say anything else. Much of the ride passes in comfortable silence. Although you want to focus on admiring the scenery and marvel at the lack of, well, everything, you find yourself thinking about the upcoming fight. You may not know a lot about the past, but you’ve seen enough Westerns to know bounty hunters always put up a hell of a fight. That, and they always keep coming right when you think you’ve killed them all.

Your revolver suddenly feels heavy in its holster. You bite your lip, a little unsure. Yes, you’ve used it once at Six Point Cabin, and yes, you’ve managed to hit a few bottles, but those were honestly lucky shots. And neither of them were shooting back.

Bounty hunters, though? Different story. For as much bravado as you showed Dutch during his little tirade, you have to admit that you’re a little nervous. It’ll be your first real gunfight. You’ll have Arthur and Charles looking out for you, but you can’t help the anxiety knotting deep in your gut.

If I die, I die, you think. No going back now.

///

Conversation lags for the remainder of the ride. Eventually, after crossing a small river, you’re in what Arthur tells you is West Elizabeth. It looks… well, it looks like a perfect snapshot of a history textbook. Rolling hills and open land, bison… it’s absolutely stunning.

Off in the distance, you see two people looking over the edge of a cliff. You recognize Javier, but you don’t recognize the other man, with his mustache and mischievous eyes. He smiles when he sees Arthur and Charles, then peers at you curiously.

“And who might this be?” He asks as Arthur dismounts, leaving you alone atop Florence.

Your brain goes into a blue screen of death, and before you know what you’re doing, you say: “My name is an enigma and holds all the secrets of the universe.”

“That would be Y/N,” Arthur says, exasperated. He helps you down and grabs his rifle from the saddle. “Y/N, this is Josiah Trelawney.”

Trelawney bows with a flourish. “At your service, my dear.”

You instantly decide you like him. Waving hello to Javier, you approach the edge of the cliff, crouching low like everyone else.

“Sean?” Arthur asks as he looks down the scope of his rifle.

“I think he’s in that boat over there.” Javier gestures to a small vessel upriver. “Think they’re docking to take him further inland.”

Arthur turns the scope, then gives a hum of confirmation. “That’s him alright. Giving those bounty hunters hell.”

Trelawney nods and rises before mounting his horse. Setting a slow walk, he motions for everyone to follow him. Arthur helps you on to Florence, and then you’re off once more.

“If we do this right,” Trelawney says, “we can cut them off. Remember: we’re just innocent folk out for a ride on the trail. Let’s not draw their attention just yet.”

The five of you ride toward a canyon. Ahead, you can see the boat docked at the shore, along with several well-armed, intimidating bounty hunters standing guard. They don’t look like they’re in much of a mood to negotiate. In fact, they look ready to shoot on sight.

Everyone takes cover around the bend. Trelawney, odd man that he is, seems more preoccupied with his coat than the problem at hand.

“Now ain’t the time for a fashion statement,” Arthur drawls.

“Au contraire, my dear fellow,” Trelawney says with a smile. “Bounty hunters are even more gullible than hillbillies. I have to look the part if I’m going to make the proper distraction.”

Then, before any of you can say a word otherwise, Trelawney strides confidently toward the bounty hunters. You can’t hear what he’s saying, but you just know he’s spinning a tale bigger than the Grizzlies. He waves his arms in a grandiose gesture. In another situation, you would have mistaken it for part of the act. But now, along with Arthur, Charles, and Javier, you recognize it for what it is: a signal.

Arthur fires a quick shot, striking one of the bounty hunters between the eyes. From there, it’s chaos. All you can hear is the sound of gunfire and shouting. You take cover behind a rock, firing your revolver without really trying to hit anything. You don’t know if any of your bullets find their marks. Honestly? Probably not.

“Let’s push up on ‘em,” Arthur commands.

You stick close by him as you make your way up the canyon. The bounty hunters have regrouped by now, which lets them put up more of a fight. A bullet whizzes by your ear—too close for you to ignore—and you yelp and duck further into cover.

Arthur quickly lays down some cover fire, then hauls you up and pulls you behind a larger rock. You don’t even have time to tell him thank you. The firefight picks up again, bullets flying, ricocheting, sometimes hitting their targets, sometimes hitting the canyon walls. It takes nearly all your self-control to keep a level head.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Javier reloading his guns, but also just barely peeking out of cover. You look up the canyon trail. There, off in the distance, half-hidden by gun smoke and dust, you can just barely make out the silhouette of a bounty hunter—and he’s aiming right at Javier.

You steel yourself. You’re not some useless coward who needs to be protected. You’re a member of the Van Der Linde Gang—an outlaw. And one of your own is in danger.

Your anxiety flees, replaced by determination. Edging ever-so-slightly out of cover, you fire off a shot toward the bounty hunter, then duck back behind the boulder. A pained yell tells you that you hit your mark, and it’s followed by silence.

Javier looks at the fallen bounty hunter, then at you. He nods his head in thanks. Smiling, you tip your fingers in a mock-salute, then follow Arthur as he pushes further up the canyon.

It doesn’t take long for your little group to reach a clearing. Right away, you see someone dangling upside down from a tree. He’s also surrounded by vicious-looking men who you would honestly rather avoid.

Well,you think to yourself. That must be Sean.

The bounty hunters have been expecting you, and they fire several warning shots into the tree line. You duck behind the trunk of a massive pine. To your right, you see Arthur considering the situation, trying to figure out the best approach. On your left, Javier and Charles wait on a signal. You don’t know what happened to Trelawney, but you think he’s alright.

“If we can get around them,” Arthur eventually says, “we can come at them from all sides.”

Javier grins. “Like shooting fish in a barrel.”

Charles gives him a look. “Only the fish can shoot back.”

Arthur nods, then looks back toward the clearing. “Someone’s gotta get to Sean quick as they can. I got a feeling he’s gonna be bait.”

“I’ll do it,” you tell him. “There’s enough cover behind that tree he’s tied up in. I’ll be fine.”

For a long, long moment, Arthur looks uncertain. But when you give him a pleading look, silently begging him to let you prove yourself, he sighs and folds the cards.

“Alright,” he agrees. “Wait until you got a clear opening, then go for it.”

Everyone heads off in opposite directions, leaving you to prepare yourself for the sprint of the century. One by one, the boys shoot the bounty hunters, hitting each with impeccable aim. Then, almost before you’re ready, you spy the perfect opportunity.

Making a beeline for Sean, you dive behind the tree just as the bullets start flying again. You sit there for a few seconds, catching your breath. You can’t believe you’re still alive. All that time in open space, and not a single scratch on you.

“It’s over!” You hear one of the bounty hunters shout.

He sounds dangerously close to you. Peeking around the tree, you see him standing not a foot away, pointing his rifle at Sean.

Shit.

You duck back into hiding before you’re spotted. This is exactly what you didn’twant to happen, and it happened anyway. Wracking your brain for ideas, you look around for anything that could be of use.

Think think think think think think—

There’s a corpse not too far from you, and you spy a knife on its belt. Moving purely on instinct and adrenaline, you snatch it from its sheath, turn back to the bounty hunter, and shove it through his throat right in the middle of his next sentence. He stays on his feet for maybe a second longer, then collapses.

You slowly back away from him. Dimly, you realize that the fire fight is over, that everyone else is okay, but you can’t bring yourself to focus on that. All you can do is stare at the body on the ground… the man you just killed.

“You alright there, friend?” Sean asks, still upside down.

“Uh,” your voice sounds far away to your own ears, “yeah. I’m fine.”

After that, you have maybe five seconds before your stomach lurches. Doubling over, you heave violently for a while before coughing, spitting out the taste in your mouth, and wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

“Hiya Sean. I’m Y/N.”

//

Accompanying Music: Still Breathing | Green Day

Ko-Fi

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #fic #welcome home

[mxvladdy]

Hi! just finished reading your Tumblr request on AO3 and I just looooove your writing ;; if it's not a problem I wanted to ask how you imagine that Lucifer, Mammon and Beel would react to a MC who is usually very quiet and not very expressive, impossible to embarrass or make nervous, to suddenly, one day manage to make her blush for the first time (Also, English is not my first language, so I hope this is okey) I wish you a lovely week ❤

A/N: This is adorable! Sorry for the slow turn around, I hope you enjoy!❤

Lucifer

Stoicism is something he normally finds very attractive in a woman. To be able to keep such a level of calm outlook during even times that might even shake him. He loves the idea of a power couple, and the way you hold yourself. You definitely make one.

It does grate him that he can’t fluster you like you do him, especially during your time together in private. He tries multiple ways to even just draw some color to your cheeks. Flowers in the classroom, hand written invitations to private dining establishments and venues, he even went to the human realm just to find some kind of familiar comfort to give to you. You love them all he knows but he wants, craves to see an uninhibited reaction from you. He’ll get it one day, his pride depends on it at this point.

Luck graces him one evening after a hellish work day. A fight in the school yard leading to property damage he had to do extra paper work for. The only saving grace of that was it wasn’t one of his brothers, this time. Only followed soon after by a report of yet another racket engineered by Mammon. Then, to top off a horrible day one of Belphie and Satan’s little “pranks” blew up half his office.

All his loose or unprotected paperwork, gone. Nothing but smoldering bits of ash. He was now more than ever thankful to have you by his side. Before he could get his hands on the two you stepped in shooing him away to deal with the other fires that needed to be put out while you handled his office.

Things got done, in record time for once. He was able to rewrite his notes for the next council meeting, but at the cost of your weekday dinner together. A pity, but he knew you understood. Trudging up to his room he looked forward to perhaps a few hours of sleep before the next crisis struck. Then he found you.

He chuckles to himself quietly leaning against his door frame. You had beaten him to his favorite resting roost. You sat on his favorite armchair, rolled up tight in his comforter. All he could see was a tuft of hair and the very tip of your nose. Beautiful as always, but he wanted to rest. Well-two birds, one stone and all…

He scoops you up envious of how deeply you could slumber and places you on his lap. Kicking off his shoes he sighs blissfully before resting his head back on worn leather.

Mini fic

You didn’t expect to see Lucifer tonight. Today has been the absolute definition of a shit show, on nights like these it wasn’t uncommon for you not to see him at all. You would normally place your bets on him being unconscious at his desk. Though, he couldn’t really do that tonight. You pat yourself on the back mentally knowing that he would be pleased with the work you and the brothers did cleaning up his office. While you couldn’t get them to apologize to Lucifer you at least got them to clean up what was salvageable in his study.

After a few hours of cleaning his office was back in working order and your feet were screaming for a break. Bidding the two miscreants farewell and making them promise to hold off on the pranks for at least a week you let your body lead you to Lucifer’s room. The room was how you left it that morning. Your slippers next to his by the door and your robe tossed haphazardly on his linen sheets. You make a beeline for the only piece of furniture Lucifer loved dearly. How many nights had you snuck in only to see him melting into the old chain. His long legs sprawled out and tangled in his foot rest, while his body sinks into the imprints he has left from years of use like a lover's embrace.

Yanking the thin comforter from his bed you curl into the divots with a yawn. Before you know it your eyes close and the crackling of the fireplace lulls you to sleep. You awake with a jolt, confused and disoriented for a moment before your sleepy brain catches up. You fell asleep alone on the soft leather but woke to something unyielding beneath you now.

Lucifer sits underneath you snoring softly. His arms rest around your blanketed body. His head tilts down over you, his nose tickling your hairline. Like always he sports a mild look of annoyance. His lips were drawn in a scowl, brows crinkling in displease. You could tell his jaw was tense even while he slept.

Freeing your arms from your cocoon you reach up from him moving to cup his twitching jaw. With practiced ease you began to message the pin joints. You smile to yourself moving down to his tense neck and shoulders. This had become a nightly ritual for you when you shared a bed. When you knew he was asleep you would start trying to work away some of his tension from the previous day. You swear in the morning that he looks better on the nights you get the chance to.

This was your little secret though. You couldn’t bear the thought of him knowing you did this. Not that you thought he would disapprove. Lucifer appreciated acts of service, but just the thought of him knowing made your whole body heat in a flush. You push the thoughts away focusing instead on the extremely tight muscles underneath his brow line. It amazed you that he didn’t have any wrinkles after all this.

So engrossed in your perusal of his features you didn’t notice him stirring till his warm palm traps your hand to his cheek. Before you realize it his lips push a firm kiss into the flesh of your palm. Scarlet eyes meet yours crinkling around the edges. They were warm and radiant. “You’re blushing.” His voice was deep and husky from what little sleep he got.

“What?” You stammer.

Lucifer leans in tapping his forehead on yours. He studies your wide eyes and pink face for a moment before cracking a smug grin. “I’ve never seen you flustered before. Your blush looks good on you.”

“You caught me off guard.” He nods, kissing the tip of your nose tenderly taking impish glee in your squirming.

“Good-I will strive to do so more often. I wish to see you as undone as you make me.”

Mammon

Stoic MC? Rare pair? Rare pair. Mammon wears his heart on his sleeve. Nothing about him is slick. From week one everyone knew he had it bad for you. He is so open with his affections whether he likes it or not. Unlike you.

Honestly, how were you always so controlled. Ain’t the dame supposed to be all blushy and giggly too? It-it makes him think he isn’t doing something right. Is he not treating you right? Were you unhappy?

So he goes to do what he does best. Scheme. There has to be someway to crack that stoic disposition of yours. He gets clingy-well clingier now. He starts springing random vacations on you. Expect to skip class whenever he thinks he won’t get skinned alive for it.

He’ll take you anywhere all his internet research tells him to. Black sand beaches, crowded boardwalks to see the lights, deserted hiking trails late in the evening to watch the fireflies. He is sure it will work. But nope, nada. You love every moment of it and show him with a soul searing kiss and sweet words of praise. But damn you if you aren’t always so cool about it.

He is about to throw in the towel when he finally gets what he wants. At work no less. It was completely by accident but he isn’t one to complain. Perhaps he should go to work more often.

Mini Fic

“Pucker up!” Mammon’s make-up artist orders, squeezing his cheeks between her thumb and forefinger. “And for Diavolo’s sake put your phone down.”

“Shove off Cazzin.” Mammon sputters around the sour tasting lip stain and plumper. His eyes still glued to his screen. His freshly done nails swiping at picture after picture of fancy hotels and spas. Just thinking about taking you a private spring got his blood boiling in the best ways.

“Woooow.” Cazz whistles through her fangs looking at his screen. “Who is the lucky lady you are trying to impress this time?

“Mammon bristles, shooting her a murderous glance. The smaller demon blanches, purple skin turning ashy with fear. Her eyes drop to the floor immediately in submission, a sincere apology falling from her lips. “My girlfriend.” He says finally after cooling down. “I’m-I’m trying to impress her or something.”

“Well, pretty sure with a price tag like that anyone would be impressed.” Mammon only grunts barely glancing at the excessive amount of zeros on the page. Any other girl he knew would be a blushing mess after getting a gift like this. Hells, even Cazz was eyeing the site with open envy and excitement. Yet, this wasn’t the first time he had done something like this with you. Every time he did all he got was a blisteringly radiant smile and kisses that probably could send him back to heaven if he didn’t have a life long ban there. Not that that was a bad thing...but he just wanted more.

“You would think so…” He trails off clicking his phone off to focus on the rest of his routine. No sooner had his hair and make-up artist finished then his director was stomping and shouting down the hall for him to get his ass on set. Grimacing Mammon slides off his seat stretching to spare himself a few more seconds of peace. He stops at the door taking one last look at his get up for this shoot.

Damn, he looks good. It was time for a new spring collection, but more importantly, his most popular season. The light spring colors always brought out his best features. The pastel cotton shirt they “fashionably” threw him in hung casually around his frame. Buttons “tastefully” undone to show the smooth planes of his freely waxed and oiled skin. The linen board shorts and finishing touch of leather sandals gave him the perfect beach vibe. At top dollar mind you.

Hmmm-perhaps he could borrow this outfit for your next beach outing.

Unable to tone out his bosses shouting anymore Mammon makes his way to set. He thinks hard on what else he can go or take you to impress you, ignoring the poking and prodding of his camera men and set designers. His partners today, two incubus twins stood sourly next to him. They had been at this for hours and even he was ready for a break from the sweltering heat of the lights.

“Alright! Alright!” The director broke an hour later tired of the twins whining. He throws his hands in the air in exasperation. “We’ll break for an hour for lunch- lost the light as is.” He huffs stumping off for a smoke break.

“Finally,” Mammon sighs from his pose on the ground. “Think I got sand in my ass.” He gets up from the ground grimacing as he tries to brush the grit off his legs. “Shit starts to burn when they get hot.” One of the twins nods looking down at their own arms. Tiny burn marks showing on their fair skin, they will heal by the time the shoot resumes, doesn’t mean they will be happy about it.

“Want to grab lunch?” The twins ask tossing him a towel to blot at his sweating brow. “New food truck is coming in today.” Mammon shakes his head. You had packed him something to eat this morning and he kind of wanted to enjoy it in peace for once.

Waving the two off he hurries back to his room already salivating at whatever tasty food you got him. Halfway to the door he stops, the fine hairs on his neck standing up. Someone was in his dressing room. Devil’s please don’t let it be another rabid fan. He pleads before creeping forward to check. Whoever it was left the door ajar, peaking in he stares enraptured.

When did you get here? It wasn’t abnormal for you to just drop by while he was working, but you usually waited for him on set behind the cameras. You sit humming to yourself reading something on your lap, feet kicking out innocently while you wait for him. Flipping a page he gets a glimpse of what you’re reading. His feathers ruffle in satisfaction. He had plans on showing you these shots before their release date. They still needed approval from his director but he knew they were great. You flip through shot after shot humming or nodding at some. One shot makes you stop fully, eyes growing wide.

Mammon snorts to himself, knowing exactly which photo you stopped on. The next issue was focusing on “Elegance in the work space”, whatever that means. His designer for the projects went a little overboard with the cuts and designs of the business suites he was to model. The sketches and drafts she had thrust at him had made his head spin. They were all amazing in his opinion, but one had been killer, everyone had agreed on that. If he didn’t know any better he was certain that it would put him on the cover. By the way you were looking at it, he was hoping it would.

That suit really complimented all of his features. It was form fitting accenting his slim waist but hid the slight sloping of his shoulders. The gold of the threading of his vest was done up in soft floral patterns that popped against the dark navy blue of the suit's fabric. The dark blue really brought out the lightness of his eyes. The look was topped off with a bright yellow silk pocket square, polished leather wingtips and gold cufflinks. He was about to interrupt you when he saw it, that one thing he wanted more than anything.

The pink starts at your ears swiping across the bridge of your nose before blooming on your round cheeks. It was breathtaking. Thinking he was being sneaky, Mammon whips out his phone for a quick picture, no one would believe him unless he had solid evidence. But the flash gives him away.

“Mammon!” You jump caught, hands flying to cover your warm face.

“Oi! None of that!” Mammon moves quickly snatching your hands away from your face beaming. “I’ve been waiting for ages to see this face on ya, an’ all it took was a picture of me?”

“You- you clean up really nicely, Mammon.” His hearts flutter at your soft admission.

“Huh,” Mammon scratches his neck, feeling his own blush coming forth. “Well- I mean I could do that more often, so long as you keep looking at me like this when I do.” He picks up the stack of photos from the floor where you dropped them in surprise. “Ya know- I still got that suit.”

Your face turns molten- oh he was going to have a field day with this.

Beelzebub

Doesn’t even notice at first. He is kind of the same way with expressing himself too- unless food is involved. So if you are content then he is content, so who cares if you don’t show it on your face?

Well- he didn’t care, until Belphie brought it up. His twin didn’t mean anything by it; he knew that, but it made him wonder. He trusts you when you say you are happy, you have no reason to lie to him. But date nights, game nights, and family dinners you were always so impassive.

It makes him wonder, not enough to ask you though. Truthfully, he is a little embarrassed that he can’t read you as you do him. He won’t force it like his brothers might. He is patient and hopes one day it will just come naturally like it does for him around you.

Mini Fic

Beel watches you over his lunch. You two were silent as you ate, but that was to be expected on days like these. The school cafe was packed with students all jockeying to get a place in line for today’s special. He had gotten there early for the both of you to gap a few of the specials and sides before they were gone. “Are you ok?” He puts his fork down leaning in close to speak to you across the small table. It creaks dangerously under the weight of his elbows on it. You look up from your tea mug. He smiles at your perpetually mild expression, your eyes were hard but your lips and brows were relaxed giving away nothing.

“Of course.” You smile up at him, face smooth and controlled. “Just excited about tonight.”

Hmph, could have fooled him. Beel leans back, studying you intently. He hopes you were as excited as he was for tonight. A new arcade had opened on the edge of town last week and he thought it would be a great date night for the two of you. He had expressed to you on several occasions how he was looking forward to the roller rink and the hoop games. You seemed eager, giving him a closed lip grin every time he brought it up. “Me too.” Beel says finally turning back to his food. “Think we will win any prizes?”

You snort dismissively. “Us? The dream team? I would be surprised if we didn’t win something. Have you seen the plushies?” You pull out your phone and show him their Devilgram. “I want to try and get the hydra one…” You prattle on and scroll through all the cute prizes on their site. He nods along taking a mental note of all the ones that you pointed at, determined to get each and every one for you.

School goes by quickly, far too quickly for him. Each tick of the clock caught him by surprise, jacking his nerves up more and more. It wasn’t like it was his first date with you, but it never stopped the butterflies from starting in his stomach. After school he changes quickly and waits for you by your bedroom door. He fiddles with the zipper of his jacket until you finally open your door.

“Ready?” The smile you throw up at him is breathtaking. “Hope you don’t mind my get up. You mentioned a roller ring so I figured something sporty and functional would be appropriate.” You kick out a leg waving a hand over your bright sport leggings.

Beel chuckles offering you his large hand. “You look adorable as always.”

Being with you was as easy as breathing to him now. After all your time together in the house getting to know you you became one of his closest friends, even before you started dating. You shared many of his interests and wasn’t afraid to argue your point if you saw fit. You fill the train ride to the arcade with idle chatter, goofy selfies to send to his siblings, and annoying the other passengers with your ill-contained chuckles.

The place itself was packed but well spread out to handle the massive throngs of demons and beasts coming for drinks and a good time. “Come on!” You shout over the other very drunk and very loud customers tugging at his sleeve. “Let’s get some coins and find an empty station.” He lets you lead. You take full advantage of his impressive frame to part the crowds around you as you hunt for a free spot. “See anything?”

Beel peers over the heads of most of the demons and looks out. In the far corner sat a few jump rope games that were free. “Stay close.” He murmurs in your ear wrapping a protective arm your shoulders so you wouldn’t be swept away in the flow of the crowd. The games were...hard. Mentally Beel kicks himself. Of course an arcade in the Devildom wouldn’t be geared for humans. They were built for demons' fast reflexes and inhuman strength. You were a good sport about it though, cheering him on when the games began to move too fast for your senses. If a game broke in his zeal to get you tickets, well you were both fast walkers.

“Think we have enough?” Beelzebub asks hours later around a popsicle. His jacket pockets bulge with multicolored tickets screaming to be spent.

You hum around a scoop of ice cream. “Possibly-” Your eyes flick to the prize booth. “And extra, you want a plushie too?” He shrugs. No doubt the moment it got into his room Belphie will steal it to add to his horde.

You end up getting your stuffed hydra and a giant fuzzy minotaur to keep it “company”. You clutch them close to your chest, seemingly happy with your bounties. After that you spend a bit at the roller ring before you finally had to call it a night. Exhausted you lag behind Beel as you make your way back to the train station, feet dragging with each step.

Wordlessly, Beel stops just in front of you. “Here,” He squats, offering you his back, arms stretched out behind him. “I can take us the rest of the way to the stop.” He feels you hesitate for a moment before climbing on to his back.

“Thank you.” He thinks nothing of how soft your voice was, just barely a tickle at the base of his neck. Beel treks one once you are secure, stuffing his hands in his pockets to lock you in place. The rest of the walk was quiet but he didn’t mind it, your warm body and soft breathing in his ear was a comfort.

He stops at the benches with a few minutes to spare before your train. “We are here. Do you want-” He gasps quietly, cutting himself off before he could accidentally wake you. You sleep on unperturbed by his voice. Your hold on around his neck was tight, your head buried in his neck.

It seems only when you're sleeping do you let your guard down. A blush sweeps across your face, your lips pulled up into a serene smile. You looked-happy. Happy in a way he never saw before. He won’t say anything about it, he decides. He’ll cherish this tiny expression all the same. Perhaps one day he’ll see when you're awake too.

#Request #om beelzebub #om lucifer #om mammon #im slowly cranking them out!!! #obey me shall we date

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Haikyuu Headcanons - PDA

A/N: I don’t know where this came from, BUT,,,, Serotonin dosage is Complete. Ready for your injection? - Nemo

Masterlist  

Daichi Sawamura

He tones down his clingy-ness around other people. Let’s say that. 

He does not want to make anyone uncomfortable, and knowing the team, he doesn’t want to draw too much attention either encase that makes you uncomfortable. 

HoWeVer,,, that just means he restrains himself to hand-holding, arm around your shoulder, and forehead kisses. 

Sometimes he goes more than that, but only on special occasions, or if he’s really missed you.

If you asked him nicely and battered your eyelashes at him he’d probably groan a little then chuckle and give you a lil peck on the lips. 

Only and I mean only if you asked.

If I haven’ stressed this enough, his main goal is you being comfortable, which would mean the amount of PDA he does would depend on you and how much you are comfortable with - as well as who else is around. 

If it’s Suga or the likes of Tsuki, he’s more comfortable with PDA, because he know’s (for their own reasons) that they both couldn’t give two sh- 

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Tsukishima Kei

He’s - 

Good grief, i CAN’T EVEN EXPLAIN BRO

It’s either he’s initiating it, in some way that’s got Tsuki written all over it (ie. resting his arm on your damn head) or he’s teasing you about being needy (ie. that one time you held his hand while waiting for Yamaguchi outside a store).

All good-natured though. He would rather die than have hurt you in some way (especially with his words, because damn if that tongue ain’t the sharpest object on this earth), not that he’d ever admit it though. Duh.

His PDA can come across as a bit blunt, or harsh, but he’s just doing his best.

Even around Yamaguchi it barely goes further than hand-holding. 

He makes up for it when you’re alone, or where he feels more comfortable. Don’ worry ‘bout it. 

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Asahi Azumane

Don’t. Just don’t. 

Do not pressure him, do not force it on him. 

Given time, he will become more open to it, and he will greatly enjoy it too, but especially early on in a relationship he isn’t a PDA type of guy.

Not because he doesn’t want it, no no no, but because he is baby and can’t handle the attention. 

He stutters, blushes, and mind goes blank if you so much as accidentally brush your hand with his, like - That’s How Much He Can’t Handle It. 

Once he is comfortable, however, he will even do so much as give you a  little hug and kiss your cheek in front of the team, and that’s how you know he loves you - because he’s grown to learn to become comfortable with it, because then he can show to others how much he loves you.

He’s just really precious, please don’t @ me. 

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Sugawara Koushi

This lil bastard,,, I sweAR- 

Once you’ve given him an OK to go ahead with any type of PDA, he will do it, and he will do it as often as he pleases, or as you allow. 

I’m not saying that a PDA war between you both had happened more than once or twice, but it has. 

He generally isn’t bothered by any particular type of PDA - 

- but god forbid you squish his cheeks in your hands to give him a smooch in front of the boys. If there’s any way to get him red and flustered THAT IS IT GUYS!!!

Lock up that info and keep it safe!!! 

It’s not because it embarrasses him (okay, maybe slightly) but the fact you were so forward about it?? 

Get’s him every time. 

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Ukai Keishin

Let’s get one thing straight with this man, his view on PDA changed to accommodate two *social* settings.

The first is when he’s ‘Coach Ukai’, and the other one is just plain ‘Ukai’. 

Literally the only difference is that he’s a lot less forward and more professional (pfffft boy, you scoff at him every time when he pulls that) when he’s coaching.

Basically he just tries to hide the kisses, soft touches, and pining glances when he’s with the Karasuno team.

If the scoffing didn’t tell you, he doesn’t do a very good job at it.

If you’re with him in the shop, he’ll be just the same as he is at home. Very comfortable. Very much like a married-couple. 

The customers don’t really mind. There’s a couple old ladies, and when they come in they always ask after you once they’ve bought their stuffs. They’re very pleased when you pop out the back room to say hi. They’re very sweet. 

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Oikawa Tooru

If you came into my house and told me that Oikawa didn’t crave attention, and burst to tears the first time you gave him so much as a cuddle and a peck on the cheek then we already have problems.

Because he did.

And you can pry that out of the cold, dead fingers of my rotting corpse. 

Being closed doors he’s basically all over you, but outside he tones it done a fair amount.

That being said, he’s still not as subtle about it as the likes of Daichi, in fact he’s probably one of the more contact-oriented of all the boys’ even if he’s not asking for it.

He pines. all the time.

If he’s not touching you, he wants to hold you hand. If he’s holding your hand, he wants to have an arm around you waist. If his arm’s around you waist, he want’s you sitting in his lap.

It’s an endless cycle, and I pray that you’re ready for it. 

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Kuroo Tetsurou

He’s all about the casual PDA, man. 

Subtle touches and ‘accidental’ hand brushes were probably how the whole relationship started, and just because you’re dating DOES NOT mean he’s going to stop.

He does need to be sweet in among all the teasing, you know!

He’s a romantic, that's what it comes down to. 

He explicitly remembers going to a carnival with you, and waiting in line for a ride to finish so you both could have a go. It came very natural to him to lean up behind you and rest his head on your shoulder. When you leaned back into him he d i e d 

He’s very comfortable around you, and others, so he has zero problem just vibing in your general area or being all up-in-your face, depending on what you like.

Respectful boi

He likes you, and he’s a casually tactile-type of person. Sometimes he can forget some people don’t like it, but he always manages to remember what you allow. 

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Tanaka Ryunosuke 

Contrary to what some may think, he’s actually very patient if it comes to having to wait for you to get comfortable with PDA.

He would wait until you were both old and grey before you held his hand in public if he had to.

but please don’t make him he just wants to show you off

He’s very proud of himself for getting an s/o, and he looks at you like you hung the stars because you’re with him.

But as soon as you give him an ok?

All over you. All the time. 

He *loves* you, and he needs to make sure you always know that, and that Noya knows that, and Daichi knows, and other teams know, and that everyone knows! 

Listen, I like Tanaka a lot, so I’m trying to manifest him best I can because god dammit he deserves some cuddles every half hour, on the dot. 

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Bokuto Kotaro

He needs PDA. And no, I’m not just saying that.

Oh, you disagree? Have you even seen the show? This guy craves validation, and if his s/o doesn’t give it to him then he’s l o s t.

However much he may act cool about it when asking for a little smooch or cuddle in public, if it’s given to him he will melt, then short-circuit, and then it’s like someone boosted him with adrenaline and he cannot stop blabbering about random stuff and holding you close. 

It’s a wild and slightly dramatic process, but that’s just Bokuto for you.

He - SJKSJSSSS

He probably has a bet with himself for how many times his PDA get’s you to smile everyday. (The record is twelve times, and everytime he breaks the record he takes you both out for meat buns.)

The PDA is mostly just hand holding and lil’ kisses, but they make his day, every time.

He’s a simple person. 

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Nishinoya Yuu

This boy, this male, he will worship the ground you walk on. 

Let him. 

Please.

He’ll mostly come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face in your back/neck. It’s surprising, but it’s nice because you know it’s always him. You have to pry him off with the promise of a kiss, though, otherwise he ain’t moving. 

He’s always so excited to see you, like a little puppy, and if that cannot even light a spark of happiness in Tsuki’s heart then he has no hope left. 

His love for you is contagious. He doesn’t even need to be touching you to express PDA, like - how does he even do that? It that normal? Is he normal?

He giggles whenever you kiss his nose, so of course you do it in front of the team! his giggles are a blessing! Why would you keep them all to yourself? Blushy Noya ehehehe

He’s really cute Everytime he sees you, everyone knows, because he yells “HEYYY BABYYYYYY!” in the exact same voice he uses for ‘Rolling Thunda’. There is n o e s c a p e ! 

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