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sheeple · 10 months

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Miracles don't exist | 17: Exploding hippogriffs

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Non-con kissing? / angry Harry A/n: I know Death Eaters can't cast a patronus, but I don't care. [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

Meet me in the Viaduct courtyard. — Harry

You look up from the letter and meet the boy’s eyes from across the Great Hall. Did he seriously owl you to talk to you? That’s bold. You nod and stand up from your seat at the table. “I’m going for a walk. The pudding isn’t sitting right with me.”

“Do you want me to join you?” Theodore is already halfway standing, but you lay a hand on his shoulder and push him down.

“I’m fine, I just need some air.”

You give Harry one last glance before walking as casually as possible out of the Great Hall as possible. Making your way to one of the secluded areas of the courtyard, you wait for Harry to show up.

And once he does, he immediately rushes towards you. A bold smile grows on his face before he kisses you. It’s not a peck or on the cheek. No. It’s a full-blown kiss.

Surprised, your hands are suspended in the air and eyes blown wide. Finally breaking from your shock, you push Harry away. Before he can question your action, you blurt out the truth. “I’m engaged!”

His shoulder sag and you feel guilty. You clutch a hand in over your mouth. “I-I’m sorry, Harry. I shouldn’t have said it like—”

“To who?”

You flinch at his harsh tone. “Theodore Nott”, you say in a small voice, almost a whisper. You take a cautious step back as the anger rolls off Harry in waves.

Harry’s face hardens. “The git ignored you all last term and suddenly you’re engaged to him? You’re unbelievable, Black.”

“I-I can’t… It was not my decision. If I had the choice to get out of the stupid tradition, I would! Besides, you knew! I told you!”

Shaking his head, Harry turns around. His fists are balled and his nostrils flared. “It’s always you lot that blames your own wrongdoings on ‘traditions’.”

“My lot? Who, Harry? Slytherins? Purebloods?” You cock your head to the side, getting pissed off. You’re seriously taken aback by his sudden demeanour.

“Death Eaters!”

You can feel something snap between the both of you. Both your eyes are wide. You’re shocked. Baffled by what he just said. And Harry’s are wide with shame.

“So that’s how you think about me.” You take a step away from The Boy Who Lived, betrail tasting sour on your tongue. “Guess Weasely was right. There are no nice Slytherins.”

Shaking wildly his head, Harry tries to grab your hand, but you’re quick to snatch it away from his touch like he burns you. “N-no! You’re not one of them! You’re good! I don’t… I don’t know why I said that.”

“You wouldn’t say it if you didn’t mean it. I know who my family is, and what they have done. Not everybody is like their family. Not everybody is amazing Harry Potter, whose parents are considered heroes.”

You raise your head high and turn to walk away. Yes, you have so much more to say to him, but that would only lead to pain and heartbreak. And you do not have the energy to do that right now.

Even later that day, when you're laying like a sea star on your bed. Theodore's sitting at the foot, actually studying for once. You're still hurt by Harry's words. You should have said those words to hurt Harry just as much as he has you.

But you want to be better. You don't want to be the person they expect you to be.

"Theo", you say suddenly, wanting to talk about anything else. The dark-haired boy hums as a sign that he is listening. "Why did you join the Inquisitorial Squad?"

Theo's quill hovers a couple of inches above the parchment as his neck turns a blotchy red. "Do you promise to not laugh?"

That pulls your attention and you flip onto your belly, you head next to Theo's. You nod and keep your face as neutral as possible.

"I knew you joined that illegal DADA study group of Potter's, and I want to... I don't know. I was so irritated with that. And once Malfoy and the others spoke about joining Umbridge's squad to catch Potter, I joined too."

A smile grows on your face as you lean up on your elbows. "Theodore Nott, were you so jealous that you joined Umbridge's ass-kissing force?"

A vibrant blush colours Theo's cheeks and he turns his face away embarrassed. You roar with laughter, rolling onto your back. Theo jumps up from his position on the ground and jumps on top of you.

His hands find your sides and he starts to tickle you. Uncontrollable laughter rings loudly through the dorm room. You trash wildly, trying to take hold of Theo's hands to stop his assault.

Finally, when Theo stops, he's hovering over you. One hand next to your face and the other resting on your side. He has a look in his eyes, one you recognise from Harry. A pit forms in your stomach and your smile drops, turning your head to the side.

A concerned frown grows on Theo’s face. He softly and slowly lays a hand on your cheek, making you face him again. “I won’t force you. No matter how much I am dying to kiss you, I will never do it if you’re not one hundred per cent okay with it.”

You gaze into his eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity in the dark-haired boy. A shy smile grows on your face and you reach up, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you", you whisper, grabbing his elbow and squeezing it.

Harry won't look at you. And to be fair, you're relieved. Ron also seems to give you dirty glances and you figured that he told his best friend. Of course, you would do the same. If you had one. On the other hand, Hermione looks at you in pity. If Ron knows, so does Hermione. You haven't had the chance to speak to her, as the next DA meeting is in fifteen minutes.

You're moving as swiftly as you're possible through the hallways, all to avoid Filch and the Inquisitorial Squad. You hear footsteps getting near so you move to the furthermost corner of the hallway. Hidden in the darkness you spot Goyle, some guy from the Slytherin quidditch team, and Theo pass by you.

Whsipering his name, you make Theo stop in his tracks. His eyes search around until he spots you. You sign for him to keep silent as the two dum heads keep on walking.

"What are you doing here?", he whispers harshly as he grasps both your arms. He looks over his shoulders, seeing the two boys disappearing behind a corner. "Listen, I don't know how or why but Umbridge is planning something for Potter's study group. You should not go tonight."

Frowning, you lay a hand on top of his. "I have to go. He's teaching the Patronus charm tonight. It's important..."

Theodore sighs but relaxes his hold on you. "Fine— just stay safe okay? I'll try to hold them off as long as possible but I can't promise anything."

With a nod and a smile, you press a featherlight kiss on his cheek before hurrying down the corridor and to the suddenly-appearing door.

You try to get Harry's attention, try to speak to him about Umbridge's plan, but the Griffydor boy is dead set to dodge you. After half an hour you give up and focus on the lesson at hand.

"Make a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember." Harry walks across the room, helping people raise their wands.

You sigh, knowing this will be a difficult task. Hermione, next to you, looks at you and gives you a sympathetic glance. "You have one in mind?"

"One... maybe two could work", you shrug, "you?"

"Let's try!"

"A full-bodied Patronus is the most difficult to produce but shield forms can also be equally useful against a variety of opponents. Just remember, your patronus can only stay as long as you are focused."

Okay. Focus. You've got this. Happy memory. Happy memory... ah! You start to envision the Yule ball. Dancing with Theodore and Gjol. Weak white whisps come out of the tip of your wand. No, not good enough.

You look at Hermione and see that she has conjured up a full-bodied Patronus. An otter.

Determined to do better, you search for a happier memory. Theodore... the muggle film theatre... popcorn... kissing Theo on the cheek... Something powerful travels through you and out comes a- a hippogriff?

The majestic beast struts through the chamber, spreading its wings and knocking two people off their feet. Everybody stops to stare at you and your hippogriff.

Just as you want to reach out and touch your Patronus, the room starts to shake. Like it's an earthquake. But the trembles are too rhythmic. Too controlled. The lights flicker and you all slowly walk towards where the booming comes from- the entrance.

The mirrors crack and fall, revealing a small hole in the wall. And just Harry goes to look through it, you all head, "bombarda maxima", and Harry can jump out of the way just in time before the wall explodes.

Through the gaping hole in the wall stands Umbridge with her squad and Cho Chang looking like she wants to cry being held by Draco. At the far back, you see Theo and you make eye contact. He gives you a look that says he's sorry. And you nod. You understand. It's not his fault. And it's not yours, for wanting to do the right thing for once.

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waywardly-we-go · 5 months

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I keep turning that scene from Phantom Liberty 'round in my head, even though it's a basic ass thing that we all already knew, the one where V asks Johnny who is behind them when Reed first puts the gun to their back.

Johnny says something like "how the hell should I know, I only see what you see."

And we knew that, I knew that, it's not a surprise.

But thinking about it - when Johnny talks to V he can't see V's face, because V can't see their own face unless they get a mirror out. It's easy for my brain to default to assuming Johnny's appearances are him and his perspective is from there, but seemingly Johnny is projecting himself into our vision and his perspective must be from V's eyes. Johnny is staring at himself almost every time they talk.

Multiple thoughts on that:

1st of all, that explains why he fucking looks like that lmao - you know what I mean, the Pistis Sophia balcony strut, the manspreading, the foot against the wall lean while he dramatically looks at V from behind his glasses - the flair of it all.

Now I'm not so crazy that I think CDPR and Keanu meticulously created each and every animation with this specifically in mind, especially given Johnny is a drama queen regardless. But god it does fit? Johnny's movements and posing does have a touch of that looking at oneself in the mirror and trying to serve cunt feel.... which is fucking hilarious

2nd of all, and following from the 1st point, I am doubling down on my reading of the waking-up-post-bender scene ESPECIALLY the part where Johnny oh so casually scratches his balls right in V's face. You can't convince me that that wasn't Johnny deliberately posing for a "I don't give a fuck" effect.

That being said, I initially thought of that scene as hinging on the moment when Johnny finally looks at V's face - but that's not even possible is it? The hinge is actually Johnny seeing himself, while realizing what he's done/what V is feeling at the same time.

Which brings me to my 3rd of all thought, which is that among all the reasons that Johnny Silverhand potentially becomes a better person over the course of the game, including the fact that V's neurons are mixing with his and him observing the way his life and death turned out, is probably the fact that for the first time ever he saw himself the way other people see him. Repeatedly. Incessantly, in fact.

He had to stare at himself being a total asshole while experiencing the thoughts and emotions of another person, a person he was coming to care about, at the same time.

No wonder he started to change.

#honestly if you take this whole he sees what we see thing 100% literal it must be MASSIVELY DISORIENTING #so I think a little creative freedom is assumed by the game and should be assumed by fans #but it does niggle at these thoughts of mine #cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #phantom liberty

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trentknd · 1 year

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"Jude, definitely Jude." As soon as the words left your mouth, your eyes instinctively turned to meet Trent's eyes. You were both seated across from each other at the diner table; a table you only found yourself eating at after reluctantly accepting one of your mutual friends' invitations.

"Oh no, he's definitely not the hottest on the English team." Your friend chimed in in disapproval whilst picking at the last remaining bits of her plate. Your eyes were still transfixed on the Scouser in front of you, raising your brow when you saw a faux innocent smile tugging on his face.

"Yeah? Who you'd say is the hottest on the team?" Whilst his question was meant to be answered by your friend, his curious eyes kept the same direction they have had the entire evening. Yours.

He leaned down in the cushion of his seat, crossed his arms in front of his upper body, and eventually nodded in her direction in pure bemusement.

"You." Your friend answered matter-of-factly, not even taking the time to contemplate another fitting answer. Your other friends joined in their little interaction and laughed at her bluntness, his closest friends all nodding in agreement for his own sake.

Your head automatically whipped in the opposite direction, unwarrantably getting a rise on your cheeks and in what felt like your entire body. Your earlier transfixion on the footballer had now been replaced by a sudden interest in the shape of the beet on your plate.

Ignoring the flirtatious comment he voluntarily gleaned, he tilted his head once again in his favorite direction, trying to make out your facial expression. To get the reaction he so desperately craved out of you, his foot came out kicking yours underneath the table, the rest of the table unsuspecting of your secret jabs.

You jolted in reaction, immediately kicking his foot in return and eyeing him in contempt. "I'll bring the dessert." Your words addressed to the five people seated at the table only came out mumbled in a whiff as you got up from your seat in urgency. The rest of the guests were conveniently too deep in the new debate they had started to care about your sudden absence from the table.

Your hands were now resting on the kitchen island, your arms stretched before you to relieve some tension from your body. Your breathing came out in short hectic puffs as you tried to steady it, eventually failing.

"I'd definitely go for a tiramisu right now." You didn't even need to turn your head to figure out that the source of your panting was standing right behind you. You closed your eyes in apprehension and in the sole attempt to prepare yourself for your upcoming conservation with him.

"What do you want?" Your body decided of its own accord to turn around to face him, dwarfed by his presence rather than his physical looming figure.

"A tiramisu." His claim came adorned with a smile anyone would have painted as sweet in any other given circumstances. For now, you could see clearly in his games and his poor attempts to further agonize you.

"You don't get to do that, Trent." You tutted in response, backing off to eventually find yourself caged against the cold surface of the counter. Your side step to avoid him was infructuous as it was followed by his own step towards your teetering form.

"Do what?" He once again tilted his head feigning innocence and willingly making you feel stupid in the process.

"Fuck you."

You ultimately freed yourself from his invisible grip, crossing the kitchen and raising the balls of your feet to reach the dessert plates in the kitchen cabinets.

"Apparently you'd rather do that with Jude, no?"

"The nerve you have." You shook your head with a bitter smile. "You'd fuck the three girls in the living room right now if it meant you could get at me." Your spat only seemed to feed and grow his callous antics, his eyes almost twinkling in excitement.

"I already did." His smile was nothing more than genuine when he saw your face fall at the revelation. He revelled in your reaction, his body crashing down on the side of the doorframe while eyeing your halted movements.

"I can't do this anymore, Trent. I really can't." Your back was facing him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing the tears threatening to leave the safe confines of your eyes. "I'm so tired."

The plate you were holding abruptly fell to the ground with a loud thud, wreathing the floor with chunks of porcelain. You cursed frantically as you bent down to pick up the pieces with your bare hands.

At the impact, your friends were finally snapped out of their conservation at the table to run towards the source of the noise.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" One of them said, coming towards you and pushing your hands aside to pick up the pieces with a broom and a shovel. You slightly nodded, glancing down to notice the tips of your fingers bloodied in some parts.

Trent felt his back bumped as they all got in to figure out what was happening, but he stood tall at the doorframe, looking down at your agitated state with an unnerving beam.

"Thank you." You thanked your friend when she lent you a piece of paper to get rid of the crimson on your digits. "I'm so sorry." You repeated the words at the owner of the house and Trent stayed a mere background observant of the interaction. He secretly knew that you were already planning to buy your friend a new identical plate to apologise, although the whole ordeal was insignificant.

Your friends stuck around for a little while, resuming their previous lively exchanges, unassuming of the stolen glances between you and your torment.

They eventually took out the desserts for themselves, nodding when you claimed you'd come back there in a second. Your last friend's hand lingered on Trent's forearm before finally leaving the room in a haste.

"I've waited for you, made my love clear from you from the beginning and that was still not good enough for you." You resumed your previous conservation, ignoring what you just saw. When his silence became too lengthy, you dared to look at him in a weak accusatory. "I don't know why you keep using me as your own little entertainment."

He shook his head in condescension, chuckling at your languid efforts to reason with him. It was the first tear that come out of your eye that made him decide to grant you his last playing card. "You know I love you, right?"

His repeated shushes oddly struck you as a comforting lullaby as he stepped forward to stroke your back up and down. Your sobs of pure and total defeat were muffled by the sudden contact and your hands were held in a fist around the material of his cotton sweater, surrendering yourself entirely to him.

The ride home was silent, your chests heaving in a sort of sacred synchronization. The occasional tapping of his foot to the tune on the radio was the only sound to be heard in the small space.

The roof of his convertible was slid off, allowing your hair to flow freely when you rested your chin on the surface of your passenger door.

Your glistening eyes were empty as they dazed off to the streets passing by. The image of your face crowned with the mascara crusting on the surface of your cheeks was almost cinematic, poetic even if not for the events leading up to that moment.

Picking your bags up to get out of the car also came in a natural sequence of movements, a testament to what he would probably credit to your undying loyalty to him.

The night was forgetful as the evening had once again ended with your bodies sprawled on his bedsheets, a sinful routine you both could hardly ever get out of.

#trent alexander arnold imagine #trent alexander arnold x reader #footballer x reader #footballer fanfiction #trent alexander arnold x y/n #trent alexander arnold #football imagines #trent alexander x you #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander arnold one shot #trent alexander-arnold

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wosowrites · 1 year

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Saving the Game (Erin Cuthbert x Reader)

warnings: ⚠️injury, swearing, throwing up⚠️

a/n: I had to reimagine the the second leg of the quarter final so let’s pretend erin wasn’t injured and that the game didnt go to penalties. based off this request:

prompt: in which saving the game means injuring yourself during the champions league quarterfinal and erin takes care of you through your injury.

The champions league quarterfinal was a scary time. Emma had made it extremely clear that we could not concede. No ball should be behind Berger. And Chelsea thought they had it, until they didn't. A goal was scored by Vanessa Gilles in the 76 minute, equalizing the game on aggregate. It was a stressful ten minutes, and then out of nowhere, the ball was in Lyon's half.

Guro ran up the wing, speeding through the Lyon centerbacks. She switched the ball to Lauren James who outskilled Wendy Renard, leaving her Gilles and the keeper. LJ spotted Erin, making a run down the middle. The British woman cut the ball back into the space, Erin struck the ball, and it was behind Endler, and into the net.

You let out a scream, full of excitement as you jumped onto Erins back and kissed the top of her head. The fans has suspicions about a possible relationship between the both of you, but it wasn't confirmed.

The celebrations died down, 2-1, agrogate. 4 minutes left on the clock.

Thats where things went wrong. Lyon got hungry, and worried. They needed a goal more than anything. And that's when Chelsea panicked. As Lyon started their counter attack, you tracked back, positioning yourself in the midfield. You almost got the ball from Lindsey, but she faked you out. Magda and Kadeisha were alone. You tried to get back but Magda had no choice. She slid, clipping the corner of Lindsey's foot.

The American went flying, it wasn't a bad tackle, but she needed to sell it. Magda argued, but a penalty was awarded right away. You cursed yourself, wishing you would have gotten the ball.

"Hey. I know what you're thinking. Don't. Do not think anything bad about yourself. Ann-Kat's got this." Erin told you, discreetly putting her hand on the small of your back and giving you a closed lip smile.

Lindsey Horan put the ball down on the penalty spot and breathed in deeply. You positioned yourself in between Magda and Guro, ready to run into the box and clear the ball.

The referee blew her whistle, and the American ran towards the ball. Except she missed. The ball bounced off the crossbar and went flying back into play. You were quick to run into the box, Ann Kat yelling at you to position yourself on the far post. And thats what you did. Except suddenly, you were a bit in front the goal line, and the ball was coming flying in your direction. If you didn't move, it would slip into the night right between you and the post. So, as any footballer would do, you moved.

There was a three meter distance between yourself and the post, and you realized as you were already mid air that your jump to block the shot would end in only one way. Your head colliding with the post.

But it was too late, and you honestly didn't care. All you wanted was for your team to win this. So you took it. The feeling of the ball hitting your stomach and bouncing off hurt, but it was nothing compared to your head smashing into the lower part of the post.

Your screams filled the stadium and even though the ball was technically still in play, everyone had forgotten about it. Lyon and Chelsea players alike crowded around you. You saw double, no, triple as you lay on the floor. Blood clouded your vision as you groaned. You saw people being pushed to the side and then a face so familiar you could have smiled. Erin.

And then everything went black.

You woke up due to cold water falling on your face. You would have jumped up if it wasn’t for Erin’s hands on your chest pushing you down into the turf. "Don’t move. You probably have a serious concussion." she said, gently brushing strands of bloody hair off your forehead. "Why the water?" you groaned. "Sorry, couldn’t do anything with you passed out." the medic told you. "You saved the game y/n. It was incredible. Horrifying to watch by the way, when they showed the replay on the screen Jessie looked like she was gonna throw up." Erin laughed, trying to lighten the mood. You just smiled gently. "Okay, let’s get you off this field." the medic said.

A stretcher was now at your side and both men gently lifted you onto it, telling another medic to hold your head steady. You laid on the stretcher, looking up at the sky through the open stadium roof. You were a little confused when the stretcher lifted up and heard no kind of applause whatsoever. You looked around to see everyone shaking their hands in the air instead of clapping. Honestly, you were relived, you didn’t think your head would be able to take the loud noise. "Our fans are pretty amazing." you said gently. "Tell me about it." Erin laughed.

As they carried you off, you felt your eyes fluttering. You were struggling to stay awake, your body hurt, and you didn’t feel good. It was only when you got carried into the tunnel and when Erin left you as she couldn’t walk off the field that you told the medic to stop.

"Mark. Mark stop walking. I think i’m gonna-" you didn’t finish your sentence as you sat up and leaned over the edge, throwing up.

Throwing up was your biggest fear. You hated it. Hated the feeling, the taste, everything about it. It made you cry, and shake and just want to pass out every time you threw up. Your team didn’t know about this fear, and you wanted to keep it that way.

Your chest heaved up and down as you cried, whispering 'oh my god' multiple times. "Hey, hey. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it." Mark said, calmly. "I’ll get the janitor, bring her to the medical examiners room." He ordered.

You had always liked the medics, they were nice to you.

You laid down on your side, weeping silently. You were scared.

There was a moment in time that was a blur. You got transferred to a bed, another medic gave you a bucket and changed the bandages on your head. He stabilized your neck and then had to do a few examinations on you. It was clear off the bat that you were seriously concussed.

You ended up falling asleep on the bed, tears had made your cheeks wet, and you were so tired your heart hurt.

You woke up an hour later, disoriented, in pain, and wanting your girlfriend by your side. And surely enough, that’s where she was. You noticed her as you turned your head gently, her eyes were closed and she was leaning back on the chair. Well, she was the one you noticed first, it was only a few seconds later that you saw everybody else. Magda, P, Keish and Jessie were squeezed onto the sofa, all of them asleep. Some girls were on the floor, others on stools, and all of them were there with you.

An hour earlier.

The Chelsea girls were extatic about their win, but the fear and worry they felt for you overtook the joy. The second the whistle blew, Erin jogged into the tunnel, followed by Emma Hayes and a few of the girls who were on the bench.

She headed to the medical examiners room and knocked gently on the door. Mark opened it to see Emma, Emily and Erin. "She’s asleep." he said, walking out of the room and closing the door. "And her head?" Emma said, worried. "She’s seriously concussed. Out for about a month I’d say."

Emma groaned loudly, the sound of her frustration filling the room along with the sound of the Chelsea girls coming into the tunnel. "Ill tell the girls, Erin. Go sit with her." Emma told the scottish midfielder.

Erin nodded and thanked Emma, opening the door to the room and seeing your figure on the bed in the corner. She pulled up a chair and sat next to you, noticing the wetness of your cheeks. She gently wiped the cold tears away with her palm, kissing your forehead and then sitting down.

Only ten minutes later, Erin heard the door open and quietly, the team poured in. "You guys don’t need to be here, it’s okay." Erin whispered. "She’s our teammate, and we would still be out there playing if it wasn’t for her." Magda said, earning quiet agreements from the team. "And you’re our teammate, and we’re not going anywhere until she wakes up." Sam added.

The girls settled into the room, all looking at you, who looked oddly peaceful.

Current time.

"Erin," you whispered, sitting up and shaking her gently.

She jumped up quickly, suddenly on her feet as you gave her wide eyes. "It’s okay. It’s all good, I’m good. Sit down." you said, smiling at her lightly.

She didn’t though, not yet. Instead she brought you in for a tight hug and didn’t let go. "Your head… the way it bent. It’s not- it was terrifying." she said to you, burying her head in your hair. "Shh, I’m okay baby," you said to her, rubbing circles on her back.

People were starting to wake up and stand up, but you kept your attention on Erin. She pulled away and cupped your jaw, kissing you a few times before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Never do that again," Ann- Kat said to you. "It’s my job to do crazy dives." she added, making you laugh. "And we would have won in a PK shootout. This is is us…" Sam said.

"This is Chelsea." The whole room said softly.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #chelsea fcw #jessie fleming #erin cuthbert #magda eriksson #lyon women

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melanieph321 · 3 months

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Ruben Dias/Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader - Dark Rivarly Part 9/15

⚠️WARNING⚠️

*Violence

Part 10 and 11 are already out on my Patreon!

Reader is Trent Alexander Arnold's twin sister. The two have been inseparable since childbirth, more so now when Reader is fresh out of university looking for a job, crashing at her brother's place whilst doing so. One day Reader gets a job offer that she cannot refuse, however it would mean working for her brother's biggest rival in football, Ruben Dias.

Enjoy!

Man City vs Liverpool. It was a disaster bound to happen. Perhaps the exact reason why Jennifer begged to tag along as you and your family gathered for a spectacular afternoon at the Etihad Stadium. The atmosphere was unmatched, the crowd giddy for what's to come. You however, couldn't stop biting your nails in agony.

"Doesn't Ruben want you sitting near his bench, why are you on Liverpool's side of the stands?"

"Because..." You said, gritting your teeth for Jenny to keep her voice down. "Only you and grandma know I'm dating Ruben."

"You seriously haven't told your parents yet? Trent I understand, but don't you think the rest of your family would be more accepting?"

"No." Was your answer. Your grandma seemed to have come to terms with the situation, but only because she had seen first hand how much you cared about Ruben and he you. He would usually drop you off at the apartment after work and was not afraid to greet grandma at the door. He would greet her with a smile on his face and fondly ask about how her day went and if business at the shop was going good. It was not an act to win her over, grandma would've seen right through that. Ruben was just genuinely a polite person who was raised right by his parents. However, you strongly believed that despite how well raised he was, it would be hard for your parents to look past the fact that Ruben played for Manchester City, the team that had robbed them of so much joy.

"I dunno?" Jenny said, after hearing you out. "That altercation between your brother and Ruben was a long time ago, don't you think they're over it by now? If I were Trent I would be, how else is he gonna be able to focus on today's game if he still got his head wrapped around what's happened in past games?"

"Trust me." You said. "If there is something my brother can do, it's to hold a grudge."

You sat back in your seats as the Liverpool crowd, including your parents, started singing. The game was about to begin.

Despite having the majority of the crowd on their side, Man City struggled to control the game. Liverpool was fighting back with their supporters chanting them on.

"We are the Scousers

The cocks of the north!"

"We hate Man United

And City of course!"

"We only drink whiskey

And bottles of brown

The Liverpool boys

Are in town!"

"Na na na na na na na na!"

"What's wrong sweetheart, why aren't you singing along?" Your mother nudged your shoulder, seeing as you were biting your nails rather than singing along with the crowd.

"Yeah, Y/N why aren't you singing along?" Jenny smiled.

You threw her an evil glance. The lump in your stomach grew heavy as you turned your attention back to the game. Ruben looked furious. It was a bad game for him. Liverpool had managed to get two goals past his defense. The worst part was that one of those goals had been done by Trent, who was now getting cocky with the support from the crowd.

"Here he goes, here he goes!" Your dad alerted.

It was another corner shot from Liverpool, taken by Mac Allister. The ball flew past all the city players' heads, landing right on top of Virgil van Dijk's, who butted the ball to the ground for Trent's foot to tap it into the goal.

"3-0!"

The Liverpool crowd were on their feet, celebrating like maniacs. The game ended with the standing result as the referee blew his whistle.

"What a game! Let's celebrate." Your dad suggested, as your family followed the stream of people leaving the stadium.

"We have to wait for Trent." Your mother said.

"Don't worry bub, he'll meet us at the restaurant. Jenny, you said you knew a place?"

"Sure. I know a place not too far away from the shop."

"Great, let's go!"

Your family and Jenny walked ahead but you were hesitant to leave.

"Y/N, you coming?"

You shook your head. "I...I should stay. Wait for Trent. He might not know the way to the restaurant."

"Suit yourself." Your dad shrugged. "Just don't let him hold you up in the locker room, the guys might take a while."

"I'll be alright." You said, ignoring the looks that Jenny and Grandma threw your way. You were left standing in the middle of the stadium parking lot, but not the public one, the one close to the gates where fans waited in hopes of spotting their favorite player.

"I'm outside." You texted, not Trent but Ruben. You felt a need to check on him after such a tough game.

"Be there in five." He replied.

And so you waited. And waited.

Fans scattered after having their jerseys signed by City players, they were the first people to leave the building.

"Hey."

There was a light tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Ruben, looking defeated and exhausted from the game.

"Hey." You smiled. "Tough game?"

"Don't mock me."

You frowned. "I'm not mocking you."

He sighed, and brought you in for a hug. "I bet your family enjoyed the game though."

"Ruben. " You pulled back to look at him.

"I'm just saying." He shrugged. "It's not like they were cheering for me."

"I was cheering for you."

"Were you?

"Yes Ruben. Believe it or not but I was."

He was grumpy, kicking something invisible on the ground. "Are you coming with me or are you headed somewhere?" He raised his head to look at you.

You sighed. "My family is celebrating at a bar in town."

He snorted. "Of course they are."

You rolled your eyes. "They're here for the weekend, Ruben, what am I supposed to do? And don't make me choose between you and my family because that would be incredibly unfair."

Ruben's shoulders withered, realizing what he was making you do. "I...I'm sorry." His gym bag dropped to the ground as he reached out his arms to you. You stumbled into his warm embrace and stayed there, letting Ruben sway you in his arms. "I never meant to make you choose between me and your family." He spoke against your temple. "Just having you like this is a privilege enough for me."

Your arms wrapped tighter around Ruben's waist. He was yours to keep.

"And you didn't hear this from me...but I guess your brother played a pretty good game."

You gasped, pulling out of the hug. "Was that....a compliment I heard?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Nah ah, don't be shy now Dias, I think you just compliment your fellow rival."

He wiggled out of your grip to hide his smile.

"Are you proving to be the bigger man, is that what this is?"

"The biggest." He nodded. "Bigger than any other man you've been with."

You laughed as he railed you in, attacking your neck with wet kisses.

"Stop it Ruben, it tickles."

He mumbled against your skin. "Not until you admit that I'm the biggest you've ever had."

"Never."

"No?"

"Aaaah, Ruben." You squealed as his arm went under your legs, swooping them up under you as he lifted you up in his arms, twirling you around, bridal style.

"Ruben, please"

"Admit it."

"No, hahahah."

"You fucking....get off her!"

Suddenly you were tackled to the ground, with Ruben trying his best not to let you hit the concrete before him. Recovering from the initial fall you looked up to see Trent, towering over Ruben with a fuming look on his face.

"Have you lost your mind?" Ruben shouted. "She could have gotten hurt." He shot to his feet, pushing Trent back two steps.

"What are you doing, touching my sister?" Trent pushed back, but didn't have as much impact on Ruben who was bigger.

"Guys, stop it!" You got up from the ground trying to come between them. A big mistake, because as Ruben wrapped a hand around your waist, checking to see if you had hurt yourself from the fall, Trent saw red.

"Trent!"

You screamed as he swung at Ruben, the blow of his fist striking Ruben on the nose, making him bleed. You stepped back as Ruben rushed your brother, tackling him to the ground, raising himself to tower over him as he delivered equally as bone crushing punches.

"Ruben stop!" Your voice broke, your desperate shouts alerting the people around you, players and staff from both teams, rushing to disrupt the fight.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Ruben's friend John was one of the first people on the scene, grabbing a hold of Ruben, pulling him off of your brother. It was a horrific scene with medical staff from both teams rushing to check on Trent. It was heartbreaking for you to see him like that, bloody in the face and knocked out on the ground, all in the hands of....

"Y/N?"

You flinched as someone grasped your arm. It was Ruben, who looked terrified at the way you reacted when he touched you. "It's me, don't be..." He reached out again, your eyes darting at his bruised knuckles. Luckily John was quicker. "Let her go, let her..." He looked at you, seeing the terror in your eyes. "I'll take him home. You stay with your brother."

You nodded. "Okay."

He escorted Ruben across the parking lot, the two of them driving away in the night. Whilst the medical staff alerted for the ambulance to come, you brought your phone to light, dialing Grandma's phone number with trembling hands. She picked up after the second tone.

"Y/N?"

"Grandma?" You sniffled, phone pressed to your ear. "It's all my fault....."

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #ruben dias x reader #football angst #ruben dias imagine #liverpool fc #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander arnold

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shanksbaby · 3 months

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Kuzan x Reader - Kidnapping (pt 3)

pt 1 - 2

your petrified state doesn't last long, and you immediately start chasing it. You can't give up like this, you deserve answers! Also in the name of that love that he bound you and that he apparently no longer feels. After reaching him you stand in front and with a determined look you tell him "Not so fast, you didn't answer me"

aokiji doesn't answer you and tries to walk past you but you stop him, looking at him with the previously described determination. You decide that the only way to make him talk is to block him, and even though you realize that he was an admiral, you also know that you have become strong over time, you trained for two years under garp.

aokiji who has always been very intelligent, however, grasps this thought of yours and therefore launches an "Ice Block: Partisan" at you, but you manage to dodge all three arrows easily, before he can unleash another attack take the katana you always wear at your right side and launch a haki-infused attack at it.

you manage to hit him and he steps back a lot, you prepare for another attack but aokiji is faster than you and invokes an "Ice Ball" that hits you squarely, for five seconds you are stuck in a block of ice but through your haki you manage to free yourself, and proceed to give him a haki-infused kick to the calf.

then you launch another haki infused attack at him with your katana, aokiji spits blood and is thrown far away. Admit that you are worried about him but you know that you have to take advantage of it if you want answers then you will think about treating him. You run to where he fell and hold your katana to his throat. Before you can speak though he chuckles a bit and tells you in an amused voice "You really grow up in strenght huh."

you hate to admit it but him complimenting you on your strength made you proud of yourself, the fact that aokiji recognized your strength made you feel special. You were about to reply when you realized something: sure, you've become strong….but strong enough to beat a former admiral?

in all the training with garp you never managed to beat him and now you beat aokiji? probably the second strongest among the admirals and vice admirals? either aokiji got weaker or…he let you win. Which you hate, he's always been protective of you, which led big fights when you guys were together.

" You bastard, you let me win!" you still have the katana pointed at his throat but you don't know how effective it is since he could probably break free from it "You confuse me. First you act a big douche then you let me win? Why? I mean you said we are nothing. So why the fuck you let me win?"

" Ah, lively as always y\n" he says and his voice returns to the lazy one he used earlier in the cabin, he doesn't move but he remains lying on the ground, looking at you through those yellow glasses "I repeat what I said before: we are nothing, I don't own you anything and-"

you interrupt him by crushing his stomach with your foot "Don't pretend that there was nothing between you and me, we were together for years and we were friends for even more years! You owe me an explanation, I won't leave. I can 't believe you sided with that dipshit. That's not the Kuzan I knew"

"I already told you that this comes from a misconception of myself. I didn't change"

"Shut up for God's Sake!I know you better than anyone else, I know your morals, I know your struggles…I was there for you! And you threw me away. You threw me away and now you pretend that there was nothing between us"this time you yell, overcome by the frustration of the situation. You couldn't believe he was pretending your story didn't exist. The voice he used earlier in the cabin…it was like he was addressing a stranger.

he stays silent and just watches you, maybe he doesn't know what to say, maybe he realizes that he really hurt you, maybe he's wondering what you want from him, maybe he just wants to go home. But you don't care about him now, now you want answers

"So why you let me win?"

"Because i can't bring myself to hurt you" he replies after a bit of hesitation. So that means they didn't care, your instincts were right.

"And why you are to siding with blackbeard?" you ask him calmy after taking some breath to control your temper

" i can't tell you but you have to trust me"

"trust you? after you act so differently from a moment to another?"

"yes"

"yes? just that? at least explain yourself douchebag"

"you shouldn't speak like that to your former superior"

"you are a pirate so i can speak to you as i want"

"right"

you stay silent and look each other in the eyes (so to speak since Aokiji has glasses), you always stay up with the katana pointed at his throat who is instead lying down. You stopped and thought about your next move, what to say.

"You hurted me...When you left i mean, i loved you and i wanted to stay with you" speak this time in a very quiet and sweet voice, sheath the katana

"I am sorry. But i must to do this, and i can't do with you. Trust me, all i am doing is for a reason...a good one."

" i believe you...but i did think we ended up married, i saw you in my future and you broke this vision. i just hope this is worth it, i mean worth breaking up" and with that you leave aokiji which stares at you with a sad look hidden by his dark glasses

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writingonthewalls1832 · 16 days

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omg i thought about this once but Young! red team (chigiri kunigami and reo) interacting one day (like they randomly met one day in their childhood and started talking and stuff)

Yesss this is so cool! Chigiri-Reo-Kunigami is actually one of the best trios of the show imo, they had such a good skill combination and a great dynamic.

Here you go, Houdie!

For reference, in this fic, Chigiri is six years old and Kunigami and Reo are seven years old. I also didn't proofread it so if there are some typos it was an artistic choice.

Word count: 1,566

TWs: N/A!

It was hot outside, hot enough that after fifteen minutes racing around the football field, Chigiri felt his hair start to stick to the back of his neck. With one final huff, he kicked the red ball into a soaring arc that landed it into the back of a net.

"Yeah!" He cheered, jumping into the air with a pump of his fist.

"Hyoma, do you want some water? It's so hot!" His mother called from where she was sitting next to his sister on a steel bench at the edge of the field.

Chigiri nodded and jogged over to them, boosting himself up with small hands to sit next to his mother. He took a long drink from his water bottle.

"You know," his mother said with a good-natured smile, "We're on vacation. You don't have to practice football."

Chigiri wiped his mouth on his sleeve, smiling. "I want to, though! I want to get better!"

"How are you going to get better if you don't have anyone to play with?" His sister asked.

Chigiri frowned at her and opened his mouth to answer.

"Why don't you go ask that boy over there to play?" His mother offered before Chigiri could speak.

Chigiri followed his mother's gaze across the field to near the far corner flag. There, a boy with orange hair was kicking around a gray soccer ball.

Chigiri watched the boy dribble clumsily and then shoot the ball into the net. He shrugged. "Eh. I'll just go play on the other side of the field."

"He's all by himself," his mother cooed with pity. "Go talk to him. Hopefully his parents are around somewhere."

Chigiri slid off the bench and walked over to the strange boy, careful to not sneak up on him.

"Hey," he called when he was close enough to not need to yell.

The boy turned, surprised, trapping the ball beneath his foot. "Hey," he said evenly. "What's up?"

"My name's Hyoma Chigiri."

"Rensuke Kunigami."

There was a moment of awkward silence where Chigiri looked Kunigami up and down. Kunigami was a little older than him, if he could guess, and he was certainly taller and stronger.

"Do you...want to play together?"

Kunigami smiled, an honest, open smile that made Chigiri feel a bit like they were friends already. "Yeah!"

After a few moments of passing the ball around and taking shots on goal, it became apparent that Kunigami wasn't super experienced. He had an odd talent though; his left leg shot was powerful enough that when he accidentally shot the ball over the crossbar, it nearly ended up in the playground on the other side of the park.

"Whoops, sorry," Kunigami said awkwardly when Chigiri retrieved the ball. "Thanks for getting that."

Chigiri dropped the ball back into the grass. "It's no problem. So, you haven't been playing for very long, have you?"

"No," Kunigami admitted, looking slightly embarrassed. "Only a few months."

"Are you from Tokyo?"

"No, Akita. My dad's here for work and I came with him. You?"

Chigiri passed him the ball and they started a passing drill, the ball swishing rhythmically over the grass. "I'm from Kagoshima. We're here for vacation. Where's your dad?"

"At the hotel across the street. He knows I'm here, don't worry."

Chigiri nodded, eyes narrowing to focus on the ball between Kunigami's feet. When he received the pass, forceful enough to sting his unprotected calf, he trapped the ball under his foot.

"Want some advice, then?"

Kunigami, who had been moving towards the goal for the next pass, straightened and blinked. "Sure."

"You've got power, but you don't have to use it all the time," Chigiri began. "We're close enough to talk normally to each other; that means you don't have to pass it like you're shooting. Hit it with the side of your foot, like this."

Chigiri gave Kunigami an easy pass. Kunigami considered the ball, then the inside of his foot, and then tapped a hesitant, slow pass back. "Better?"

"Better."

"Hey, you two over there!" Someone called from close by.

Chigiri and Kunigami both turned. The voice belonged to a boy with purple hair who was running away from his obviously disgruntled parents with a wide smile on his face.

"Do you play soccer?" He asked, practically skidding to a stop in the grass in front of them.

"Uh, yeah," Kunigami responded, confused.

"I'm Reo Mikage. Let me play with you."

Kunigami looked at Chigiri as if it was his decision. Chigiri glanced back towards his mother, who was talking to his sister and didn't seem in a hurry to leave.

"Sure," Chigiri told Reo. "Why don't you and Kunigami go on one team, and I'll go on the other. You two try to score on me."

"Okay!" Reo said confidently, and then, just as confidently: "Where do I stand?"

Chigiri blinked at him. "You don't play?"

"Nope, but I want to! Someday I'm gonna win the world cup! So where do I stand?"

"Just follow my lead," Kunigami told him.

Chigiri passed him the ball and then backed up towards the penalty area to defend. Kunigami's control was good, though not graceful. Reo was too close to him to be useful, purple eyes trained on the ball as if he was itching to get a touch on it.

Kunigami dashed forwards, but Chigiri blocked his path to the goal. Kunigami dribbled for a moment, did a poor feint, and then tried to shoot. Chigiri stole the ball easily, wishing that Kunigami's leg wasn't so powerful.

"Sorry," Kunigami said with a wince. "I booted it again. I thought maybe it would get past you."

"It's fine."

"Can I try?" Reo asked.

"Sure." Kunigami passed him the ball, and Chigiri was back on the defensive.

Reo kicked the ball in between his feet once or twice, feeling the weight and considering the way it moved. "This is good," he said. "I like it!"

Chigiri moved a bit closer, starting the game. First, Reo tried to take the ball up the side of the field. When he quickly found himself trapped, he reversed direction, but Chigiri knew he was looking for a pass, and he dashed to block his way.

"Ooh, you're fast!" Reo exclaimed.

"Reo!" Kunigami called.

"Right!"

Reo tried to get around Chigiri again and failed. He was losing confidence quickly. Kunigami moved far up, towards the midfield and out of danger, so Chigiri let Reo pass it to him. Reo said something to Kunigami, then walked over to him. Kunigami put the ball between his feet and they stopped for a moment to chat. Chigiri couldn't hear what they were saying, so he readied himself for a new play.

Kunigami and Reo both started rushing forwards towards the goal at the same time. Chigiri panicked for a moment at the sudden movement, then decided that he should obviously go for Kunigami since he had the ball. He confronted him at the edge of the penalty box, ready to block an opportunity to pass.

Kunigami kicked the ball to the left and Chigiri moved with it, expecting Kunigami was trying to create an opening for a shot. When Chigiri turned his shoulder to block Kunigami, Kunigami extended an arm, and Chigiri felt himself blocked more forcefully.

He tried to push back, but Kunigami was bigger than him and his efforts were in vain. Kunigami passed the ball across the goal to Reo, who tapped it in easily and then ran over to join them.

"Nice job!" Reo exclaimed, breathing hard. "Man, that was so cool!"

"Thanks," Kunigami answered with a smile.

"That was nice, yeah," Chigiri agreed. "That fake shot and physical press back on me wasn't a strategy I expected."

"It was Reo's idea, actually."

"Really?"

"Yeah!" Reo nodded. "I figured since he's bigger than you, he could push you out of the way instead of trying to outrun you. I would get open in the meantime and be ready for a pass."

"Good thinking," Chigiri acknowledged, honestly impressed. For someone who had never played before, Reo could think tactically.

"You know, we make a great team," Kunigami said. "We should play together again sometime." He turned to Chigiri. "The three of us on a team would be super cool. With your speed, we could make amazing plays."

Chigiri chuckled. "Yeah, that would be nice."

"What if--" Reo began.

"Reo!"

He stopped mid-sentence and looked over his shoulder, face falling into something like disappointment. "Sorry. Those are my folks, I've gotta go. It was nice playing with you!"

"I should go, too," Kunigami added apologetically. "My dad'll be expecting me for lunch. See you, Chigiri."

"Yeah, see you both."

Reo and Kunigami both turned and walked away. Chigiri frowned at their retreating backs, then turned and jogged back to his mother and sister.

"How was it?" Chigiri's mother asked him. "It looked like you were having fun!"

Chigiri thought for a moment: Kunigami's generosity and power, Reo's enthusiasm and play-making mind...

"It was fun, actually," he said. "Neither of them have played for very long, but I think they have potential. I'd like to play with them again someday, but Kunigami lives in Akira and I think Reo lives here..."

"Well, if it's meant to be, it'll be!" His mother offered cheerfully. "And I'm sure if you're great teammates, you'll se each other again one day."

#blue lock #mkwrites #chigiri hyoma #kunigami rensuke #reo mikage #girlfriend fc

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taggedmemes · 11 months

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ SORROW-SCOPES FROM TWITTER (PART TWO) always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

"Is this the best you can do? Seriously?"

"You will undergo a series of tests today, and you will fail all of them by simply showing up."

"Start a new chapter in your life, but pick a less boring central character."

"The void is tired of your constant screaming, and is requesting you take your complaints elsewhere, like Olive Garden for example."

"You don't need to reinvent yourself. There's only one you and you're chained to it like a lead ball pulling you down to the bottom of the sea."

"This is a lucky day to spend time in nature. Stray from the footpath. Enter the forest eaves. Follow the flickering light, the one that almost sounds like a child's laugh. Go on, do it."

"You may feel overwhelmed by the maddening screams of evil spirits, but your ability to get along with others will get you through to the next circle of hell."

"You only get one chance at life and what a terrible mess you're making of it."

"All the sexy selfies in the world won't fill the emptiness inside you."

"In every potato patch, there's at least one that's malformed. That's you. You're the malformed potato."

"Good things are coming your way. They won't stop until you're dead."

"Your therapist will once again cure another patient by using you as an example of what not to do."

"Every new day is a gift. Returns are not accepted without a receipt."

"You may be an army of one, but no one said you were well-trained or properly equipped."

"Someone's going to start mailing you hair. Check back next week to find out who."

"Clear your mind, take a deep breath. This is going to hurt a lot."

"The ghosts of your past are no match for the killer robots of your future."

"Your positive outlook will make you feel foolish when things inevitably turn to shit."

"It would be a great day for people to listen to you. After midnight they won't be able to, as that's when your voice will be repossessed by the sea witch."

"They key to living a happy life is to avoid being dragged screaming into a subterranean lair."

"You'll find a severed foot this week. Thankfully, in your Applebees entree so you'll score a free meal."

"Focusing on small, manageable goals is a great way to avoid the grim specter of your own looming mortality."

"Today's a good day to exorcise your demons. Wipe the slate clean and make a whole new bunch of terrible life choices."

"If you can't help yourself, nobody else can, so you're basically screwed."

"The exact minute of your birth tells us so much about you. None of it is good."

"Someone will hack into your dating profile, but won't touch a thing because they think you've already been hacked. You haven't."

"Take heart in knowing that what befalls you next week will eventually lead to what Buzzfeed calls 'American's next true crime obsession'."

"Air travel is in your immediate future. Stay away from open windows this week."

"Given the choice between being rescued from drowning and fighting the ocean itself, you'll punch the sea every time and we respect the hell out of that."

"You'll play a key part in the invention of interdimensional space travel after NASA announces it's the most permanent way to get rid of you."

"Due to focus grouping, your part will now be played by a more attractive and intelligent player."

"You will bear witness to the majestic beauty of nature this week but all you really care about is your phone."

"The darkness that has haunted your past gives way to a new light. Which will make it easier for your enemies to find you."

"You've been feeling restless lately, and it's because your skeleton hates you and wants out."

"You pissed off the moon. You're on your own."

"They say the blood of your enemies is a powerful elixir but let's face it, you just like the taste."

#rp meme #memes #starter sentences #rp sentences #sentence starters #sentence meme #rpc

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androgynousblackbox · 23 days

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How I Met Your Father. 9 (Appleradio, Radioapple)

How We Spend The Night Before

A03 link

"Angie" called Cherri, pulling on the tall spider demon coming from the bar with two new drinks. She accepted the one meant for her and pointed at the corner. "Hey, quick question: are those two fucking?"

"Who?" Angel turned his gaze from Husk to the direction Cherri was looking.

He felt a tight ball on the back of his throat when he realized she was refering to Lucifer and Alastor. The two were standing near the rockola, the only source of music on the lobby, and seemed to be talking as they danced togehter, not really following the music. To be perfectly fair, they weren't particularly close to each other, mostly a lazy back and forth with some open twirls, but something about the way they laughed and couldn't keep their eyes off each other of course would create the need to ask that. If it wasn't because he very much still wanted to be able to speak in the future, he would be all about speculating about it. He did just that with the residents already, whether they wanted to or not, but Cherri was out of the contract.

No wonder they had to use disguises so often. They were both awful hiding anything.

"I-I don't know" said, feigning indifference. "Who cares? Two old men together is not really my favorite genre. Probably they will be having a heart attack at the sight of an ankle or something before they can even get it up."

"Right" Cherri followed them up. Now Lucifer was holding Alastor's hands away from them as he showed some foot movement, his hips turning from one side to another, before the other demon tried to imitate it as well. Once they set it up properly, they both turned in a circle, first slowly and then gaining more momentum. She could almost hear the encouraging words from the tiny king just by the way his eyes light up. If they weren't fucking, she would be surprised if they didn't thought about it at least. "Kinda cute though."

Angel lifted his eyes again again. The soft smile that Alastor had over Lucifer almost made him want to throw up with something akin to envy. He didn't want any of them like that. He wanted to look at someone like that and be looked back.

"I mean, sure, if you like corny" Angel took the rest of his drink in one go, shaking his head at the sudden rush. "Fuck it. Wanna dance too?"

"What, you want to twerk to that old ass music?"

"You can twerk at anything you put your mind into" Angel dispensed his wisdom with the deserving seriousness of the statement, offering his hand in front of her while moving his eyebrows exaggeratedly in a wave. "M'lady."

Cherri snorted.

"Fuck off" said, also finishing her drink before accepting it. "Fine, but call me like that again and I will kill you."

"Fair enough. Hey, Smiley, you think you can elevate the volume of that thing?" called, feeling not a small amount of joy when he heard a static noise as Alastor realized they were, in fact, not free to be as disgustingly sweet as they wanted if they didn't want to spill their own beans in front of someone else.

Not just Cherri, but some cannibals that decided to stay after Charlie's speech to enjoy the party as well.

The radio demon seemed disoriented for a second, his hands still resting against the palms of the king, until Lucifer just laughed and twirled himself off his grip to the rockola.

"Sure! What is a party without some little bit of music?" Once he set it up the volume and changed to another tune, this one more rapid, he started snapping his fingers at the rythm. "Does this work for you?"

"Oh, not bad. Thanks, short king" Angel twirled Cherri in the air and catched her with one arm.

Cherri, not wanting to be less, grabbed him by the neck and impulsed herself up, dancing with her own moves. Angel threw away any pretense that he knew a single music appropriate dance move and followed her lead. Shaking his head, moving his money making ass and for once, somehow, still excited about tomorrow.

"Husk, bring your fluffy ass here! This is totally your vibe!"

Husk chuckled at the side.

"I don't think so" snickered as he didn't lost sight of the spider demon and Angel smirked.

He saw at Sir Pentious nearby, playing with the hem of his hat between his hands as he followed them too.

"Your loss, whiskers. Pentious!" called, going up to the snake man and bringing him to the unexpected dance floor before he could say anything. Closer to Cherri banging her head. Was it too direct? Maybe, but who cared. "Come on, man, dance with me! You still have hips, don't you?"

"Y-yess?"

"Then used them, don't be shy."

As Sir Pentious was struggling to keep up with Angel, Lucifer felt Alastor vanishing among his shadows and then saw him reapper on the balcony above the lobby, watching over them. He wasn't offended by the distance, it was easier to keep up the secret.

When he looked around the room, as more people came to dance, he perked up at seeing Charlie walk in with Vaggie with their hands connected. The princess seemed happy with how the event was going as she walked to him.

"Everything okay, papa?" asked Charlie nonetheless, dedicating to the devil a more attentive look.

Lucifer almost blushed at that. She shouldn't be the one worrying about her father on that way, not when of the two she had more to deal with.

"I am fine, sweetie" said sincerely, holding her hand. He decided he wasn't going to mention the dried tears on her face that she still hasn't cleaned up, even if his chest constricted at noticing. Whatever had happened, she already seemed to have calmed down from it and it wouldn't help to bring it up again if Charlie wasn't going to do it herself. "But I am glad that I found you. I got a little surprise for you. Vaggie, do you mind I steal her for a moment?"

Vaggie did blushed, taken aback by the courtesy. She checked on Charlie, who gave her a slight nod.

"Sure, sir" said, dedicating a final squeeze to Charlie's shoulder before daughter and father dissapeared behind one of his portals.

When they came out to the other side, Lucifer was standing on the balcony outside of his and Alastor's room. The nights of hell were always less warm than during the day, so a nice breeze received them as they stand up. From there they could see all the front of the hotel, the canons waiting to be used, the reinforced wired walls to protect their surroundings.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" asked Lucifer, when he couldn't resist anymore.

"Just… some nerves for tomorrow, papa, that is all" said Charlie, not wanting to lie and not wanting to dwell on it either. She sighed, crossing her arms together, and didn't elaborate so Lucifer didn't pressured her for it. "What did you say about a surprise?"

"Not just any old surprise, oh no no" hyped up Lucifer, lifting a finger. "This is a especial ocassion, Charlie. I haven't worked in something like this since before you were born! But I think it was totally worth it" Lucifer hold up one of her hands. "Close your eyes."

Charlie arched an eyebrow with a little smile, but did as told. After making sure that she wasn't peeking from under her eyelashes or anything like that, Lucifer opened up a small portal and received on his hand what he was looking up, putting the hand of Charlie on top.

"Now open them up."

Charlie blinked, first without understanding what she was holding, but quickly her eyes widen up with full understanding.

"A shield?!" asked, turning it around to see the design of six golden wings and the center that it was the heart of an apple.

The gold looked absolutely spotless, reflecting the dark red sky through a filter.

"A a shield made out of angelic steel to be precise" preened Lucifer, patting a hand on the surfice of it. "Absolutely nothing is going throug a bad boy like this one. I know, I tested it already. Feel it on your arm. Is it comfortable?"

She tested out the grip on the interior by putting it on her arm. It had the right weight where it wasn't too light she could forget it was there nor too heavy to be distracting.

"This… this is amazing, papa!" Charlie hugged the man, right into the already open arms of the devil. "When did you…?"

"When you came back from your first meeting with Adam" said Lucifer, rubbing her back as he squeezed. More specifically the moment the extermination was announced closer than it should have been. He had hoped that things wouldn't escalate any further, but at the same time couldn't stay without doing something. "I don't know, I think I thought it could be useful in the long run. Although I was really rusty on my forging, so it took me a couple of tries to get the hang of it again."

"It's beautiful" Charlie smiled, more relaxed and warm now, kissing his cheek. "Thanks, papa."

"Nothing less for my duckling" Lucifer looked up to her and there was so many things he wanted to say. How proud he was of her, how beautiful she was, how sorry he was he couldn't stay and help protect everything. How he saw now that this project of her was worth it because sinners truly cared about it. But if he knew anything about himself is that once he opened up that door, his own terror was going to spill out all over the place, and Charlie deserved a night to take care of herself before anyone else. She more than anybody did. So instead of sharing any of that, he squeezed her hand with a smile he hoped could transmit at least a third of what he had in mind. "I could have never chosen a better daughter."

Charlie nodded once, then twice, and before he knew it she was already crying on his arms and the door had been obliterated into smitherings as his own eyes filled up. Oh, well, at lest he tried.

"I am so scared, papa. Everyone is counting on me and I am so grateful, but I don't know what to do if they get hurt…"

"I would literally never forgive myself if anything happens to you, sweetie. You are my greatest pride in my entire life and I don't know what I even did to deserve you…"

"How did we even end up here? I just wanted people to find a nice place where they could actually be nice and tomorrow we are fighting angels? Everyone is putting their lives on the line and I don't know if I can even handle that…"

"You were so tiny when you were a kid and I would get so nervous every time you had to get out of the palace. I literally could not sleep on your first sleepover and now I have to see you go knowing you are going to be fighting heaven, how is anyone supposed to do that…"

They both talked over each other, not really needing an answer, until they both devolved into just making noises as they sobbed holding onto each other like they were afraid the other one could let go at any moment. Eventually, somehow, they found each other on their knees on the floor. Lucifer didn't know if he actually felt any better or just got himself tired.

"Well" said Lucifer, sniffing, after what felt like too long. "There goes my plans to be the cool dad for once."

Charlie nuzzled her head against his shoulder. The tension on her shoulders was easing up with each inhale.

"I… I think I needed that" said Charlie, straighten up, only to let out a small chuckle. She whipped up the face of Lucifer with her sleeve. "You too, papa."

"I am your father, I don't need anything" said Lucifer, shaking his head as he wrapped her shoulders. "I just need you to be okay, sweetie. More than anything, I need you and your dad to be okay. I don't care about anything else but that."

"I know" Charlie sighed, holding him back. Lucifer started rocking her gently from side to side, petting her hair like she was still a kid scared of a thunderstorm. She closed her eyes, letting herself feel comforted and safe on the familiar embrace.

Neither of them knew how much time it passed until Charlie felt a tingle on the back of her head. When she looked down, she saw Alastor's shadow waving, his figure extending from their own shadows.

"Hi, dad."

For her there wasn't another you when it came to Alastor's shadow. They were all part of her father so they got treated the exact same as him. Lucifer looked down following her eyes and smiled, more easily now.

"Hey, babe. I guess we did took a while, huh?" The shadow nodded, his face frowning with concern. Lucifer finally let Charlie go to rub at his own face, almost embarassed with himself now. So much for letting Charlie relax. "You should probably get back down, duckling. Or head to bed to rest now."

"I think I will do that" Charlie took back her new shield, grabbing it on her arm. It was truly comfortably to carry. She got herself on her feet and offered her hand for Lucifer to do the same. "Thanks again for this, papa. I will make good use of it, I promise."

Lucifer accepted the help, quickly fixing up his suit to try to reform some semblance of composure. He stopped at the words of his daughter.

"I know" assured, patting her arm. "Kill them all, honey"

"That is not really the main objective, but thank you" Charlie chuckled, looking down at the floor again. "Dad, I am going to bed. See you tomorrow, okay?"

The shadow nodded its head, opening up the balcony door and then the door of the bedroom for her to pass through. Once Charlie was out, the shadow closed the door again and Alastor materialized in the balcony as Lucifer climbed on top of the railing, keeping a perfect balance.

If it were any other being on hell, Alastor would already be expecting the moment they were going to slip up and he could get a laugh at their expense as they fell to the ground. Being Lucifer, though, he could only admire how easily he walked over the fine black iron line as easily as anyone walking down the street.

"I see that she enjoyed her present" commented.

"Now I am thinking I should have make it bigger" said Lucifer, sighing as he squated, chin on hand. On that pose he looked even more like a bird watching down from a telephone line than before. "Late for that now, I guess."

"Nonsense, it will do its job just fine" Alastor sat against the railing, supporting his weight on his arms as he looked at Lucifer turning to the future battlefield. "Does it feel nostalgic, my love?"

"Kinda, but not for what you think" commented Lucifer. Under the red flow of the pentagram in the sky, the gold blush of Lucifer stand out like a lighthouse in the middle of the ocean. "Back when humanity was still figuring out how to create a civilization here, they would constantly go to war with each other. There was a lot of big empty spaces filled with nothing but traps, waiting for any soul to come in and get captured. Similar to how it's there right now. That was the state hell was in when I decided to get drunk and made that condition with Ozzie. Trust me, the war on Heaven was a lot less organized than this." He snickered, stretching casually as his eyes fell back to his husband. His hand extended to pet him between his antlers before moving to the ears, gently scratching them with his claws. Alastor leaned into him, elevating his head just in time for Lucifer to steal a kiss. He didn't move, letting his lips to persue him back when Lucifer pulled away just enough to speak. "Were you listening what I talked with Charlie?"

"What I was able to understand at least" recognized Alastor without more convincing.

"Stalker much?"

"Only for you, my king" Alastor grinned, lifting up a hand to cup his cheek. "I have found no better center for my attention."

"Oh, pulling up the old charm now, are we?" Lucifer chuckled as he extended his wings, floating more than actually flying, as if held by a string on the air, to keep on eye level with Alastor. His hands grabbed onto the railing at each side of the demon, whose arms came to rest over the shoulders of the fallen angel. A lazy hand came to brush against the blonde hair on his nape as Lucifer smirked. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you try to seduce me or something, babe. How come?”

“Our daughter said to spend this night however we like” Alastor nuzzled him with his nose, coaxing the mouth of Lucifer to come find him first. When he did, he sighed into the soft kiss. “Maybe I wish to spend it like this.”

Lucifer turned his head to the other side, looking into his eyes.

“Are you sure? If you want I could accompany you to hunt something in the city. Anything or… anyone you want. Charlie doesn’t have to know about it.”

“Mmm, tempting” Alastor’s grin widened, delighted with how well his husband knew him. “However, we can do that every other day anyway” added, tightening his grip around the angel until the hands of Lucifer had to land on his waist.

A little peak of magic later the six wings were gone. Lucifer landed softly on the floor and he extended his legs forward, just so he wouldn’t bend so much. The expected result was that their bodies came closer to each other, feeling their warmth even through their clothing.

Truth be told, he didn't know either why he felt like having this as his chosen way to spend the night. Maybe it was his own way to assure Lucifer that he didn't have to be afraid for either of them tomorrow when he had to go before the extermination. Maybe after hearing his loss of composure with Charlie wanted to change his mood with something he knew for sure that he would enjoy. Or a part of him just wanted for that connection between the two of them, even if his body didn't need it. It could be all of it and even more stuff he didn't want to name in combinations he truly did not care about finding out.

One didn't reach the overlord title by questioning their desires and actions. They did by bending the world to their will no matter who they had to trample for it and forcing everything else to conform to their own version of reality.

Right at that moment he wanted to just be with his husband in the privacy of their room and so he would, the rest of hell be damned again. He didn't need any other reason than that and Lucifer only needed his consent, which he was glad to give as he deepened his kiss, letting his tongue come first to find communion on Lucifer's mouth. The little moans he conjured up out of his husband made his chest swelled up with pride. On an objective level he appreciated them as the loveliest sounds ever heard. How could he not when were for him, because of him and all his?

"Take me to bed, my lord” whispered Alastor, letting his voice become deeper like a goos scratch on the throat.

Those were the magic words that erased any doubts for Lucifer and he wasn't one to dissapoint once he set up his mind up to something. When Alastor felt those strong hands gripping his thighs, he couldn't help but to feel grateful that nobody got to see with how embarrasingly easy it was for the king of hell to hoist him up to his shoulder like he was lighter than a pillow. With one hand Lucifer hold his legs against his chest, giving him a place to sit, while his other one went to get a grip of his tail under his coat, succesfully ripping a squeak out of him that Alastor tried to cover up a second too late. One of the many reasons why few people ever saw it was exactly how sensitive it was, sending shivers he couldn't control along his spine.

Alastor couldn't see the face of Lucifer, but knew very well the satisfied grin on his pale face as he carried him inside, closing the doors with magic as he directed his steps to the bed. Alastor felt the fluttering of Lucifer's wing near his face as his husband floated above the bed, letting him fall gently over the covers. Lucifer straddled him above his stomach.

"Last chance, babe" said the king, pulling on his bowtie to kiss his cheek.

It was merely a courtesy, of course. They both knew there was no turning back, but it still felt nice that he asked for confirmation. Alastor made it known too by turning his head, trapping his husband for another wet kiss. The scrap of his tongue against those sharp teeth felt delicious, a small reminder that Lucifer could rip it out if he wanted to. That he would if he asked him to. He never did, but the indulgent thought was still something he came back to whenever they joined mouth for more than a few seconds.

"You don't have to make me cum tonight" did specified, nuzzling his neck. It wasn't the first time he told him something similar. With time he had learned the best way for the both of them to navigate this aspect of their relationship and a big part was find out how a climax could be entirely optional for him. As long they were together and Lucifer found pleasure on his body, then that was enough for him. "Do whatever you want. I don't mind" He kissed his cheek, lapping his tongue over the red circle. Every inhale and exhale from the fallen angel was coming up heavier, warmer than the last. "I just want you."

"Alright" Lucifer's hand lifted to the back of his head, scratching the buzzed part on his nape. His red eyes shinned with a twisted sparkle that had his heart racing "but if it happens anyway, don't get upset at me."

Alastor smirked. That was unlikely to happen. If he wasn't already particularly excited, then it was very hard to get his body up to that point and this didn't feel like one of those nights.

"Deal" said, bringing him closer for another kiss and lingered over his lips. "Just don't make it a priority. I am sure that my beloved husband can figure it out and still make it worth my time."

"Don't I always?" Lucifer arched an eyebrow with his own smirk and Alastor swallowed the tiniest bit, nothing else.

No force in hell would get him to admit that he did, since the very first moment Alastor initiated that kind of contact between the two of them. That kind of power was too much for the king of hell and Alastor knew he would never let it go. Lucifer's ego didn't need the pick me up.

"Show me then" challenged instead.

Lucifer pushed him down to the bed. His dexterious hand first pulled out his bowtie, sending it flying directly to a nearby chair, alongside with his coat that took out of him. When he started unbuttoning the red shirt, he shoved his face on the fluff of his chest as his fingers ran through the short fur over his stomach and waist.

Muffled sounds of admiration came through as Lucifer was pulling out his belt, sending it to the same chair as every piece of clothing he was taking out. Alastor relaxed with a smile. Lucifer could make everything dissapear with a snap of his fingers or even rip it appart without much effort, but he was taking his time, further soaking up every part of his body that he was uncovering like a delicacy he had to savor.

"Fuck, you smell so good, why you always smell so good" Lucifer kissed his way down, opening his pants to pull down his legs. Alastor helped out having his tentacles to pull out his shoes. "This part of you especially…" Lucifer nuzzled his face just right above his crotch, kissing it reverently. "The bestest idea you ever had, babe."

Alastor looked at the ceiling, letting the little tingle of pleasure between his legs to wash over. It was, in fact. When he suggested Lucifer to apply an spell to change his genitalia, he was mostly just curious if it would have any impact at all on how he perceived or felt about sex. It did not, and because of that, he never saw the point of going back either. He never did much of anything when he had a dick anyway and he barely thought about not having it the rest of his day, if at all, to his own surprise. The only times he became aware again that he had those parts he wasn't born with were these, when Lucifer enjoyed it far more. More than anything, Alastor thought it was the most practical alternative to have. That way they didn't had to waste time on any lubricant or preparations.

At the start of their little experiment, Alastor questioned if that meant that some part of Lucifer missed being with other people with those parts. Lucifer had laughed and assured he could have anything down there, even a complete nothing like a doll, and he would still prefer it over anyone else, which was weirdly affirmative in more ways he expected it. Having a low libido aside, knowing he was still desired on that way was it's own form of pleasure he had only truly indulged in when he was with his husband. Other admirers couldn't even come close to compare.

"I do tend to have those" commented Alastor, tilting his head when Lucifer finally let his pants ago and opened up his legs. His hand came out to press against the forehead of the hallen angel when he felt him getting closer. "Darling, you don't have to."

"You said do whatever you want" Lucifer pointed out with a slight pout. "I want to taste you before I come inside. Can I?" Alastor sighed, parting his legs.

He truly did not understand the fascination of Lucifer with doing that, but then again, he did not understand why his husband needed to masturbate some nights while calling out his name either. Some things were just bound to remain a mystery.

When the long tongue of Lucifer slipped between his folds, he percieved some warm spread over his body. But somehow just seeing the way Lucifer could be so entranced was almost better, right until the tongue lapped against his entrance and he sighed, feeling it slip inside so easily. Lucifer breathen in, lifting the thighs of the radio demon to give himself more space. The own moans of Lucifer accompanied the wet sounds of his ministrations, while Alastor breathing was slower. At some point his legs twitched around the monarch's head, his hips moving to rub against Lucifer's face.

He always assumed that was merely a biological response that was bound to happen no matter what. But even then, sometimes he couldn't get past a certain threshold and stayed there, the flame failing to cause the forestal fire that it was for other people. It didn't mean that he didn't enjoyed it or it was frustrating on any way. It was just the way things worked up for him, unless something else was added to the mix or Lucifer decided to dedicate a lot more imto into it.

Alastor wondered if he would do it, just to see what kind of results he could get. The entire night had a lot of hours and Lucifer's jaw never got sore, that much he knew already. But his husband seemed to be satisfied with a taste and lifted up, going at for his lips. Alastor tasted his own flavor inside and around Lucifer's mouth, musty with a hint of salt and still warm. He licked the curve of his smile, still not getting the appeal but enjoying that doing that to him was what Lucifer wanted. Maybe it was like with the drinking blood sometimes. Lucifer didn't understand either why he desired it so much and still there was a sense of pride in providing.

"Happy now?" teased Alastor lightly, brushing his fingers through the blonde hair as he heard a familiar sound of a zipper being opened up. Besides the hat that had fallen to the floor and his own jacket off, only that was about to change about his clothing. He arched an eyebrow at realizing it had to be intentional. "How properly dressed is the king for this ocassion."

"Oh, but you deserved it, babe" Lucifer lifted up his legs, caressing the thighs up and down as he got himself in position. Alastor could feel his insides preparing for it, his hands landing on the knees of the king as he fell back on the bed. "Only the best for my loving husband."

Alastor grinned. He walked right into that one.

"You got a new husband I don't know about?"

Lucifer snorted, murmuring a playful shut the fuck up as he kissed him again. This time Lucifer's tongue came on his search, the long and thin guest wrapping around his tongue until Alastor had to grab the king's face to follow the movement. His own moans reached a high pitch tone when the king penetrated inside with a single hip thrust. It always felt a bit weird at first, but never painful or unwelcome. Alastor wrapped his legs around the monarch's waist, his ankle brushing against Lucifer's bottom as he looked up at him bitting his lips, giving him a moment to process.

"I am fine" assured him, kissing his cheeks on his way to nibble at his pointy ear. He smelled wonderfully familiar, a tinge of sweet soft comfort underneath his cologne, and somehow that made it easier to relax, becoming even more aware of how much space Lucifer was occupying inside. Never another demon was on his same position and never another would be, as long he had a say on it. A long time ago he had decided that it had to be Lucifer or no one else. "My love" whispered, hugging him close until his naked chest was pressing against the stripped vest and, alright, maybe he could understand that a little better. Only his king could ever make him enjoy that feeling of vulnerability, of not having any defenses left. "Move. Use me. That hole exist only for you."

It wasn't just dirty talk either, it was the entire truth. On his own he very rarely had the inclination to touch himself, so the only time it became relevant or pleasurable at all was with Lucifer's intervention and he wouldn't even want it any other way.

His husband exhaled air, a puff of fire coming up close to his face, and his eyes shined with such open adoration that Alastor was caught on it like a deer on the lights. It was almost too intense to whistand.

“Fuck, I love you so much.”

Thankfully Lucifer didn't let him dwell on it before he came to kiss him again, his tongue still so impossibly hot that it could burn through ice. It reminded him of the way Lucifer would prepare his coffee each morning, almost to the point of boiling, the perfect hit to start the day. Alastor let out a tiny whine before he could catch it himself and Lucifer drank it as well, refusing to let go anything that came from him.

Lucifer supported his weight over his forearm. Knowing what came next Alastor grabbed to the back of the king, his claws burying themselves on the fabric as if he needed to hold on already. When the king of hell started moving his hips, it was first strong and decisive but he picked up his rhythm rather easily. The creak of their bed accompanied the pressure against his body.

Alastor hold on to the headboard with one hand, the other one grabbing as deep as he could, knowing that nothing he could do could ever hurt truly hurt Lucifer. Or mark him, regrettably so.

From such a privilege position, he could see every aspect of his husband: from the way his horn came out from above his forehead, the golden blush that spread over his face, the way his eyes wrinkled, not for the effort of keep going but from not going too far. They knew their bodies well enough that Lucifer knew exactly how much strenght he needed and how much Alastor could stand before leaving all his muscle sore for the next day. He could bash his head in, crush his spine, destroy his pelvis, without even trying to, and yet, Alastor never felt scared of not even once.

In a secret space of his mind, where he wasn't willing to speak of it, he almost wanted him to do it. To snap completely and show him the kind of monster he could actually be, to give him a taste of what a unrestrained Lucifer could be. It had to be so hard to control himself so much even then, when he should be able to just enjoy himself. But he wouldn't be able to survive it and Lucifer would never want to subject him to it. On that space of his mind, he allowed himself to be annoyed at the limitations of his own body.

Outside of it, he brought Lucifer down by pushing his head and his mouth burned, little cloud of smoke coming out between them even as their saliva joined them, as if they shared a cigarrete. Alastor never picked such a disgusting habit, but still had his fun blowing the smoke back to his husband's face with a cheeky smirk.

"You can do better than that, my love."

That only seemed to stir Lucifer, exactly as he hoped so. With a vibrating low growl, Lucifer picked up both the radio demon's legs to press against his chest until his shoulders connected with his knees. His back also curved up as Lucifer got into a new position, allowing him to let his weight add onto his thrusts. Alastor had prepared another comment, always willing to poke at the bear, but Lucifer must have read it on his face because he immediately grabbed to his chin, giving him such a kiss that he could forget about it.

Normally it wasn't going to be that easy, but soon Alastor realized that Lucifer had no intention of give him the chance. The grip of him was just as relentless as the tongue moving against his, far longer, literally wrapping itself like a boa so Alastor was fully incapable of doing anything else but wordless noises. Lucifer still had enough space to smile victorious.

Alastor squinted his eyes. Oh, so that is how it was going to be? If Lucifer was willing to pull his weapons like that, then by all means he had no issue going to his same level. He took his hands to the low part of Lucifer's back as he squeezed him inside, mercilessly, as much as he could. He kept at it even as Lucifer kept moving in and out, until the king of hell let out his tongue to moan another puff of fire.

The radio demon chuckled, licking the beads of sweat off his husband's face, nuzzling him with his nose to breath him in. This was a different kind of effort already. The way his breathing had changed as he hold up the pressure on his body was something he recognized.

"Are you holding up for me, darling?" asked, sultry, kissing the corner of his mouth. One eye of Lucifer looked up, the other closed, his hips going even faster now. Alastor felt his legs weak and knew he had found his threshold. Still, he did his best to keep talking as coherently as he could between intakes of new air. "That is right, my king. Do make use of the gift you gave to me and don't worry about a thing. Fill me up like you clearly are dying to do."

"Shut up" Lucifer's deep growl came back, his pupils becoming thin like a cat's as he came closer to his full demon form.

Alastor did without intending to, something inside of him shivering, making him squeeze his interior again. Seeing those traces again reminded him to when he saw him, only on the few ocassions Lucifer felt the need to fight, to protect and guard what he cared about. It reminded him when he finally understood what falling in love was like and his whole body hold to his husband. Lucifer wrapped his arms and tail around his middle, as tight that it was almost suffocating.

The bite on the sinner's shoulder announced the climax of his king. Alastor felt the familiar breaking of his skin and the almost apologetic lick as Lucifer's slowly came down his own high. His horn retracted as his body started to relax again. Alastor nuzzled the crown of blonde hair, petting the back of his hair as he heard the breathing of Lucifer normalize against him.

After some while, Lucifer moved ever so slightly to pull out and immediately clean the two of them out with a snap of his fingers.

"See? Wasn't that nice?" asked Alastor, perking up.

His own heart beat was sounding on his ears as the flow of his blood came back where it should be, but other than that he felt rather good with himself.

Lucifer smiled with a goofy relaxed expression. His chin rested on top of the radio demon's chest as his tail lazily moved from side to side.

"You are always… fucking amazing for me, baby" said the king, after thinking it over. With a new snap of fingers, his own suit was gone off his body, replaced with nothing else but some boxers. Alastor sighed with relief that he had put some underwear on him too. Once done that, Lucifer climbed at the level of the pillow to speak to him, his hand still over his stomach. "How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?" Lucifer inspected him quickly and cringed at seeing his shoulder. "Oh, fuck, I went overboard there."

Alastor almost asked him to leave the bite be, but Lucifer had already applied his warmth palm there and the healing magic was always too relaxing to refuse, like some nice massage that made any tension he didn't know he had melt away like it never existed. Who needed a spa day when they had such a power at hand.

"Sorry" The eyebrows of Lucifer inclined at the end of his eyes.

"My dear, I had way worse wounds than that" sighed Alastor, bringing him over to kiss his lips, only finding the fainstest of traces of his own blood over his lips. Lucifer had even give him way worse than that before, with his full enthusiastic consent. When they separated, he kept his fingers playing with the blonde hair. "Why do you even apologize? You know I have no issue with that kind of gestures from you."

"Yeah" admitted Lucifer, blushing as he avoided his eyes. "But tomorrow you really shouldn't be dealing with that and on top of that everything else. Does anything else hurt?"

Alastor shook his head. Maybe on the morning his lower back was going to be a bit stiff, but it wouldn't last long.

"I feel perfectly fine" assured, running his claws over the spine of Lucifer. "It was… acceptable" added with a grin. "Not a waste of time at all. Would do it again."

Lucifer chuckled softly, accomodating at his side as he magically made the covers to be on top of them instead of under.

"I aim to give acceptable results" said Lucifer, nuzzling his shoulder as he hugged him under the warm of the sheets. "Are you sure you really don't want me to do anything else, babe?"

"Just sleep" Alastor spoke against his forehead, pressing his lips there. "And wake me up before you go back home."

Lucifer nodded, his arm attractive the other demon's body closer to him. Now that they were in agreement, Alastor turned on his side, allowing the king to press chest against back. He had no idea how did they ever decided that was going to be their positions in bed, but couldn't say that he regretted it as he locked fingers with Lucifer over his waist. It was nice to feel hold onto. A secret that he would paint the world red into before ever saying outloud.

Lucifer hummed tiredly, leaving a kiss on the space between his shoulder blade. When he murmured a tiny I love you, Alastor squeezed his hand before answering me too. They were both gone soon after.

Alastor woke up seeing the familiar red flow of the morning through his windows, very well rested and ready to face the day. But as soon he started to stretched out his legs under the covers, he noticed Lucifer's erection pressing against his lower back. He turned his head to look the sleeping face of his husband, perfectly relaxed, perfectly beatiful as his hips moved unconsciously in search of friction.

Alastor considered just wake him there and then. Today was extermination day and Lucifer couldn't stay much longer. He himself had to make sure that everything was set up to receive the exorcists, to keep Charlie safe. A busy day awaited them. It would be the most logical action to alert Lucifer so at least they could share a cup of coffee and Charlie had a chance to hug her father. It was the responsible thing to do even.

And yet, he still reached his hand to grip his husband from behind and give it a firm squeeze through the underwear. One last moment of fun couldn't really hurt anyone. Charlie would hug her father when all the extermination nonsense was over.

As he let his hand work, knowing to keep a steady rythm, Lucifer's hips moved to find him. Alastor found the vision too fascinating to move his eyes off him. Just as the monarch's breathing started to hitch, Lucifer's brow furrowed until he was fully awake, blinking slowly as he took in what was happening.

"Good morning, my love" Alastor sang, chuckling at his adorably lost expression.

"Nice morning" Lucifer yawned as his hand took a grip on his waist, caressing his thighs in circles. Alastor twisted his wrist, his pinkie and palm making the most pressure around the head. Lucifer sighed. "Did I ever told you are the best thing ever?"

"You could do it more" Alastor smiled, never one to reject compliments. "Want to go inside?" offered casually.

"Do you mind?"

"It's fine" he pressed his bottom back against his husband, letting his tail to brush against Lucifer's stomach. "Where?"

Lucifer kissed his shoulder.

"Ass."

Alastor hummed affirmatively, lifting his hips for a moment to let his husband to move his red boxers to his thighs.

A small surge of magic told him that Lucifer had already made appear the lubricant and he was proven right when he heard the wet sounds of Lucifer drenching himself on it, all before positionig as he spread Alastor open. The radio demon relaxed his body as he felt his husband coming in. It was different than what they did last night, the pressure was even more notorious that way, but there was no pain either as Lucifer buried himself entirely.

For one single second neither of them moved. Alastor lowered his head, a small exhale seemingly being the go ahead that Lucifer needed to start moving. It wasn't the same fierce hungry need, but rather something slow and calm that was going to stretch out the moment for as long as he could. There was no rush whatsoever.

Alastor buried his face on his pillow, one of his hand gripping Lucifer's one holding him, as if to bury his own moans. His body was suffering small shocks every time that Lucifer almost pulled out, only to join to him as deep as he could go.

"You are such a good deer boy for me, sweetheart" whispered Lucifer, leaving butterfly kisses along his neck. Alastor's jaw tensed up when the devil started nibling on his shoulder. "So tight and warm for your king. No other in any of the nine circles of hell can compare, babe. Do you even know crazy I am about you?"

Alastor opened up his mouth to give a witty retort, but when all that came out with a moan he closed it again, covering it with his hand. Last night he had managed to keep control so well, but now he could feel himself trembling with each thrust and his back arching further on that direction.

"Every part of this body is so fucking perfect" murmured Lucifer, his ow voice getting heavier, his grunt interrupting the flow of his words. "Fuck. What did I ever do to deserve such a fine demon like you? You don't know?"

Alastor shook his head, either as an answer or to refuse himself let out the whine that he knew was waiting to escape him. The most mortifying part is that he knew that Lucifer wasn't even really trying to cause any of that now. The king's hand was firmly keeping him in place while the other was trapped underneath the pillow. He was just doing what Alastor allowed him to do and still, he couldn't help to crumble at the slow burn that was increasing inside of him. His toes curled up as he grabbed the sheets with all his might.

"No matter because this is mine, isn't it?" Lucifer's just woke up voice was deeper than usual and that made it so much worse. "Everything here is mine. All mine, isn't it, Alastor?"

"Mmm" Alastor had no idea what he wanted to say with that.

An affirmation, a protest against his own body, a question, a silent beg for a mercy.

He frowned with quiet frustration and effort. It wasn't fair that Lucifer could still talk while he couldn't think what words were supposed to be. Why did his proximity alone was making him so sensitive?

Lucifer haven't realized yet the effect he was having. He the space between his shoulder blades the closer he was to finish, speeding up his movements.

"I love you so…" Lucifer's words cut up when Alastor suddenly threw his head back, hitting him on the forehead as a loud moan filled their room.

Alastor's whole body tensed up, his chest struggling to catch up with his heartbeat. When he came back a little bit of his high, he suddenly realized what had happened.

"Did you just… ?" Lucifer sounded just as surprised as him.

"No" answered Alastor, too quickly to come out naturally.

"Are you blushing?" Lucifer teasing smile translated over his voice so clearly he didn't have to see him to know it was there. "Fuck, that is so cute."

"Can you just finish already?" Alastor stubbornly buried his warm face on the pillow.

Lucifer chuckled, lifting himself up over his forearm to kiss his cheek.

"I kinda did with you" commented, hugging him by his chest and squeezing him close. Alastor tried and failed to contain a shiver when the king petted him between his antlers, his head instantly inclining towards him. The pressure of Lucifer's fingers slowly got Alastor to relax again, a tiny squeak escaping him. "There we go. Better?"

Alastor sighed, turning to see him. He lifted a hand to cup his cheek and Lucifer smiled, turning slightly to kiss his palm.

"It's okay, you didn't hurt me" commented Lucifer. When he pulled out of Alastor to clean the two of them and pulled up their boxers again, Alastor was grateful that he didn't comment on the way his body trembled or how he couldn't really hurt him that easily. "Hungry?"

Before Alastor could say that he was always hungry, a knocking on the door shocked the two of them. Instead of the voice of Charlie, the visitor that would make the most sense, Angel Dust spoke up.

"Short king? Or Smiley face, I don't know, any of you is there? I need to talk to you about something."

Lucifer and Alastor looked at each other.

"Which one is that?" asked Lucifer in a whisper.

He still haven't fully attached everyone's voices to their faces or names.

"Angel Dust, love."

"Ah, right."

When Angel Dust knocked again, Lucifer decided to came out, making a pajama appear over his body just as Alastor jumped out of bed to go at his bathroom. Lucifer opened up just enough to see the tall spider demon standing on the hallway.

"Hey…" Angel Dust stopped for a moment, taking a second look at him. "Oh, shit, did I interrupt something?" Lucifer was almost actually impressed. How the fuck would he know? Was that a spider six sense? Without waiting for a response, Angel shook his head. " Whatever, no important right now. Listen, I forgot about telling you this yesterday and that is my fault, but since you were taking valuables to the palace, can I ask you to take one last thing? That way I won't have to think about it the rest of the day."

"Uh… sure" said Lucifer. It didn't cost him anything at all to portal one more thing. There was plenty of space in the palace for almost anything he could have. "What is it?"

"Him" Angel inclined on the floor and only then did Lucifer noticed that he had a leash on his lower hand. A leash attached to a small demon pig with a pink collar that the spider demon picked up. "This is Fat Nuggets. He is the most important thing I have. Can you really keep him safe until this whole ordeal is over?"

"Awww!" It was the first time that Lucifer had seen the little creature and he was instantly conquered by his cuteness. Who could resist those soft black eyes? "Of course! But aren't you a precious little guy? Yes, you are! Yes, you are! Precious little cutie patootie with his chubby cutie legs and cute little tail!" he cooed, unabled to stop himself as he petted the small animal, holding his front legs to play with them.

Far from being shy with an stranger, Fat Nuggets gave his hand a tiny lick and Lucifer made a high pitch nose. To be recognized like that by a tiny adorable animal was one of the highest honors one could aspire to.

"I will defend Fat Nuggets with my life" swore the king solemnly.

All pretense of seriousness was quickly gone when Angel put the pig on his arms and he giggled happily, holding him close.

"He is a really good boy" added Angel. "Just give him something soft to sleep on and some snack and he won't cause you any trouble. He can eat anything, and I mean anything, so whatever you give him is fine."

"Don't worry, he will have plenty of food and space to run around in the palace!" said Lucifer, nuzzling the creature against his face. "And once the extermination is done for, I will bring him back to you!"

Angel's eyes darkened for a moment, but whatever thought crossed his mind was quickly replaced with a resolute nod.

"Yeah, I know. Thanks… your Majesty" Angel inclined to give his pet a kiss on his head and winked an eye to the king. "I will let you get back to your stuff."

"Oh, it's okay, we just finished anyway" commented Lucifer, completely missing the way that Angel turned around and cutting his attempt to find out more as he closed the door back inside.

Only when he closed the door did he realized what he said and groaned. Alastor wasn't about to give him a chance to dwell on it, materializing at his side fully dressed already. Nobody would guess what he had done just a few minutes ago.

"Oh! Did you bring some bacon to me, my love?"

Lucifer gasped, escandalized. He hugged Fat Nuggets against him, covering his ears to protect him from such an offending comment.

"We are not eating someone's pet! An owner you can if they suck, not the pet! They are too innocent for this world" cooed, petting Fat Nuggest's head. "I have to take this little buddy on the palace to keep him safe of the shitty birds."

"I heard about it" Alastor said with a grin.

"Of course you did" Lucifer rolled his eyes. He smiled down to the little piggy. "He will keep me company while I wait news from everyone."

Alastor nodded. It was going to be the first extermination in a long while that they didn't spend together. Considering that alone, Lucifer was already taking it better than he expected it. Something to distract himself with was probably going to be the best thing.

"Do you have time for breakfast, darling? Charlie will also want to see you."

"Sure" Lucifer smiled and pulled on his bowtie down without making a lot of force, a suggestion for Alastor to bend down that he accepted to follow. The devil kissed his cheek. "Kill as much as you can for me, babe."

#appleradio #radioapple #duckiedeer #lucifer x alastor #hazbin hotel au #arranged marriage au #nsft

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penflicks · 10 months

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Prompt: Skloom and Stellatrix accidentally or on purpose go on double date. Sibling rivalry ensues

"What do you mean we're kicked out the house?" Beatrix wailed pitifully, calculated to get Andreas to relent.

"I put my foot down and we're going to have a romantic night in so you two can't be here," Saul cut in before Andreas could change his mind.

The boyfriend was onto her, and she wasn't pleased at how quickly he was learning. If he worked her out much more she'd have to admit he was her second dad. It was entirely unreasonable of him. Even worse than him caring enough to learn her was that she was starting to like him.

"I get throwing Sky out, but I can be quiet up in my room with a soundproofing spell on!" Beatrix tried one last time.

"Hey!" Sky looked up from where he was undoubtedly already texting Bloom to arrange a date. He really didn't love Andreas as much as she did.

"Little Storm, you are going out because I'm going to fuck Saul against every flat surface of this house," Andreas broke the bad news gently. Beatrix gave him her most heartbroken look.

"Not in my room!" Sky looked up again alarmed.

"Or mine." Beatrix crossed her arms over her chest and sulked.

"Agreed. Now go out." Saul shooed them out of the house and closed the door firmly behind them.

"Thrown out of my own house!" Beatrix wailed and flopped down on the front step in mild overdramatic despair.

"Come on, Bloom and Stella have agreed to have a double date out bowling with us." Sky pulled Beatrix to her feet and threw her over his shoulder while she did her best impression of a corpse. "You'll have fun."

"I wont." Beatrix decided.

"You will if you win or Stella kisses you, now stop being dramatic." Skey deposited her on the backseat where she only just managed to pull her legs in in time for them not to get shut in the door.

"Don't want to," Beatrix pouted and pulled her seatbelt on as Sky got in the driver's seat.

They met up with Stella who seemed surprised that Beatrix was in the backseat instead of the passenger's but opened the door anyway to help her girlfriend out as if she was an important dignitary and Stella her guard. Beatrix beamed.

"She acted like I was her taxi driver the whole way." Sky rolled his eyes and accepted a hug from Stella.

"You're not getting a tip with that attitude," Beatrix told him.

"I'm never explaining something to you again! Stella, Stella save me. She didn't know what a tip was yesterday and ever since she's been threatening not to tip me. That's not even an insult." Sky rested his head on Stella's shoulder while Stella patted his back grinning.

Beatrix dragged Sky off her girlfriend with a little growl and Stella used her ring to open a portal that would open near the closest bowling alley to Bloom's house.

As soon as the three of them stepped through Sky was tackled by an excitable Bloom. The two of them insisted on being so cute that Beatrix made a gagging noise and turned away. Before she could go anywhere Stella wrapped her arms around Beatrix's waist and pulled her back against her chest.

"Is my girl being a pest?" Stella whispered in her ear.

"I'm being very well behaved," Beatrix told her innocently. "Now what's so good about bowling?"

"Come on, let me show you." Stella kissed her cheek and led the way inside.

"You won't me to put on those?!" Beatrix exclaimed after Stella had paid and she was shown the shoes. Sky, the bastard, had turned up at the moment already filming her horror at the footwear. "This is a trick!"

"They're bowling shoes," Bloom explained trying not to giggle. She was failing. "It's to stop you scratching the floor which would mean the balls can't roll as well."

"This is the most evil idea for a date ever," Beatrix sulked but when everyone else had put on the shoes (and Sky had stopped filming) she did too. "Stella, please, glamour them. Just make them black instead of red and white," Beatrix whimpered pathetically. This whole afternoon was the worst she'd had since Rosalind had been killed and her magic returned. Even recovering with 14 stitches in her head had been better.

"Alright." Stella kissed her hair, pulled one of her bunches and turned their shoes black with a flick of her wrist.

"We'll get hotdogs and loaded fries and slushies after the first game," Bloom promised as she walked up to the screen to set their game up.

"I might not last that long, I've got a big appetite." Sky chucked his jacket down and went to examine the bowling balls. "You probably want to use one of these ones, Beatrix, they're the lightest."

"I'm strong!" Beatrix hissed like a fluffed kitten. She knew she'd done it because Stella was desperately trying to hide a giggle. "Wait, what's a slushie?"

"I'll get us some, you're getting blue raspberry, Beatrix, welcome to artificial flavourings - what the first world does best!" Sky darted off to join a small line as what looked like a brightly lit and brightly coloured bar.

"I'd better put him last in the turn order then," Bloom said watching him. "Do we want barriers up? It's been a while since I last played but I think my aim was pretty good."

"I have great aim," Beatrix asserted.

"Beatrix hasn't played before, and I am not getting 5 gutterballs like the last time I played. Put them up," Stella decreed.

Beatrix quickly discovered a few things about bowling, firstly that hotdogs, loaded fries and slushies were the best thing she'd ever tasted. It was so much better than what she'd grown up eating, because Andreas could cook -he'd had to learn how isolated as they were away from the world - but they never had junk food delivered. She was in heaven! It was like when she'd had a burger for the first time at Alfea and her delight at it filled her with love for everyone in the room. Then Sky had entered the cafeteria and she'd returned to normal.

The second thing she'd learnt, is that the balls were a lot heavier than they looked, Sky was very good at this game and Beatrix wanted to grind him into the dust with her victory. She also wanted to sneak a bowling ball out the building to use as a missile should Rosalind or any other nasty return from the dead or whatever pit they'd been tossed in.

The third thing was that the only thing better than getting a strike was Stella getting a strike because her firmly prim and proper girlfriend got goofy over the success. She would rush to Beatrix and kiss her in a way that made Beatrix feel like the other person who mattered.

Beatrix flopped back on the strange plastic sofas and sighed happily. Sky leaned over and booped her on the nose, but Beatrix was too comfortable to even threaten him over it.

"Bloom wants another game, and then we're all going on the arcade machines," Sky said. "I've texted Saul to make sure they'll be done by then."

"What'd they say?" Beatrix asked.

"They want to know we haven't killed each other, oh and Andreas says there's no curfew, find something else to do instead of coming back until late." Sky rolled his eyes.

"Tell them I've buried you in a shallow grave and timing how long it takes you to get out," Beatrix yawned.

Sky shorted and sent the text.

Beatrix's turn came around again and her phone rang, she frowned at it. Calling was not allo- oh it was Andreas. She should answer that.

"You normally text," Beatrix said as she answered the phone.

"Tell me you aren't burying Sky alive," Andreas grunted out. "I love you Little Storm, but if I have to come out there and dig him up you're grounded for a year."

"Oh no he was definitely dead when I buried him." Beatrix selected her ball, aimed and took her shot.

Saul squawked in horror at Beatrix's words and there was the sound of Sky's phone ringing. Beatrix shorted.

"Please play nice," Andreas said tiredly.

"Don't shag yourself to death, old man," Beatrix replied, then after a moment. "Love you too."

She hung up and turned to where Sky was promising Saul that yes he was alive, no he hadn't been buried and that yes he was having a good time." He didn't say 'love you' as he hung up because men are idiots and those two especially.

"Are you and Saul good now?" Bloom asked gently.

"Yeah, we're...finding a new normal. He's stopped staring out the kitchen window as if waiting for Andreas to return now too which is nice." Sky sniffed and looked away. "I think his heart's mending and I might finally have a proper place in it."

"Urgh, you're so dramatic!" Beatrix took the second part of her turn. A spare! "Go read his diary. He literally never shuts up about how much he loves you and how proud of you he is."

"He does?" Sky asked. "Wait you've read it?!"

"Yeah? I've read yours, Bloom's, Terra's - didn't understand most of it, too many plant things - and I'd have read Stella's too but I don't think she has one."

"You little," Bloom hissed. Her eyes sparked for a second went out and then she stood up. "That's it. You're going down." Bloom picked up a bowling ball and took her shot.

Beatrix grinned and snuggled against her long-suffering girlfriend.

"You are being a pest," Stella said fondly.

"Possibly, yes." Beatrix grinned. "I was badly socialised as a child."

"Your dad is Andreas, you never stood a chance." Stella dropped a kiss on Beatrix's lips. "Next week we're going to a family dinner and your job is to find uncle Arthur's diary. I've been dying to know what's in it since I was six."

"Easy," Beatrix smirked.

#fate winx saga #fate the winx saga #ftws #saundreas #sky of eraklyon #beatrix of eraklyon #skloom #stellatrix #It got away from me #I hope it's ok

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ashland-frost · 1 year

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Confession

This is my first fan fiction. it probably needs more work, I edited it a bit hope that helps

Sebastian Sallow & Ominis Gaunt

Everyone was gathered in the great hall for an announcement, and they will be having a yule ball this year to brighten the hearts of the students.The students were excited whispering to each other. Ominis sat there, not a care in the world. It wasn't like he could ask the one person he really wanted to go with. That would make things even more stained on they current relationship. He hadn't been talking to Sebastian as much as they used to, the new 5th year taking up most of his precious friends' time. As they exited, he could hear people talking. Who are you gonna ask ? Will you go with me? On and on they went. Sighing to himself, continuing his walk as someone approached him, he was already aware of who it was those brisk foot steps always in a hurry but never really going anywhere.

" Yes Sebastian " he Tilted his head smiling to the slightly shorter boy, giggling like an idiot staring up at his friend " Still don't know how you can tell" Sebastian putting his hand over Ominis shoulders pulling him close." I'm blind but my ears and nose work just fine" with a smirk leaning in to the other.

"I understand the ears part but, your not saying I smell weird are you?" Worried for a moment he starting smelling himself.

" not at all, you smell quite nice .. like rosemary and mint if you must know" he was so close to brown haired boy ears.

" oh, thank you " Sebastian turning a small shade of red. Clearing his throat " so I was wondering about the ball " pausing " are you asking anyone ?"

Ominis stopped walking causing Sebastian to almost fall but ominis grabbed his waist pulling him to his chest , there Sebastian stared into his ghostly blue eyes noticing confusion and knitted brows on the blonde's face.

"Ominis? " Sebastian voice hesitant

Feeling Ominis fingers squeezing his waist. If anyone saw them they would think they were kissing being so close together.

" Why do you ask Sebastian, who would want to go to the ball with a Gaunt much less someone blind " his voice was commanding and tense causing Sebastian to squirm in ominis hands both of them now holding his waist on either side before letting go feeling awkward with the closeness.

" Sorry I surpose I was too close" distancing himself from the other hoping no one saw them. "It's fine, Ominis they isn't anything wrong with you, so what if your blind, you see more that anyone else can .. and your handsomely beautiful if I may say "

"Beautiful? Are you sure you not the blind one" with a chuckle his hand covering his mouth. Sebastian watching as ominis brows smoothed out and had a ever so beautiful smile on his face. Moving closer to him " extremely so, let's go to the undercoft for a bit. I wish to tell you something "

Rasing his brows Ominis nodded and followed Sebastian as they walked in silent. Ominis thoughts going wild, what exactly does Sebastian want , it's been a while since they went to the undercoft just the two without the new 5th year now knowing about it, he didn't feel like getting in between the two or more likely just didn't want to hear them together. It made him jealous, ridiculously jealous. Making Ominis starting to distance himself for fear of being like his family, once they liked something or someone it had to be theirs no questions about it . Even so he was aware that Sebastian always kept people at a certain distance but this new student wormed they way in and he didn't like it. What made them so special, he has known his best friend for years not once getting closer to anyone but him and now this girl is here stealing him away.

Finally at the undercoft, Ominis thoughts took a break. Sitting on the couch he transfigured ushering Sebastian to sit next to him. With a deep sigh " well out with it Sallow, what dangerous thing are you planning now or were you just going to tell me your going to ask that 5th year out and want some advice "his voice was not amused in the slightest knowing what other reason would it be. Sebastian sat there fiddling his thumbs and then looking over to his best friend " It's not that, well kinda I guess but I wasn't going to ask her I think she fancys you more honestly "

Brows frowning once again " I'm sorry but what . why, why would she fancy me ? She always with you"

" yes but she's always looking at you in every class especially when she sees you in the hall. She even told me your good looking and wanted to know if your dating anyone, I'm pretty sure she'll ask you to the ball" Ominis was trying to figure out what he was hearing at the moment and was Sebastian nervous, he could hear a shake in his voice ." I'm not interested in her, so you can ask her if that's what's happening " folding his hands looking very perplexed by the situation.

"No I don't like her like that, I just wanted to know if you liked her or anyone ?" He voice shaking even more. Ominis ran his hand through his hair " Sebastian what are you asking, and more importantly are you okay? I can hear it in your voice you know, what's wrong?"

" I " he grabbed hold of ominis hand, the blonde now facing Sebastian " what is it?" Ominis was getting worried he'd never heard Sebastian sound nervous to say anything.

" I fancy you . . not like a friend , so I wanted to know if there was anyone you liked " looking up from the hand he was hold staring at him for any type of answer but Ominis was a frozen statue at the moment, mind blank from overload.

" Ominis ?" Sebastian called in a small voice " please say something,... anything , you can yell at me if you want just please talk to me" squeezing his hand "please".

Blinking profusely and them clearing his throat " apologies " hearing that made Sebastian flinch, Ominis felt it holding both Sebastian hands

" Sorry you just caught me by surprise, can't say you ever left me speechless. Guess there's always a first " his eyes fluttering to the ground then turning to face his dearest friend " I'm a bit confused here, since when exactly did you start to see me that way"

Surprised at the question he pulled ominis closer " from the first I saw you, your ridiculously beautiful , aren't you aware "

Smiling " Sorry no, I'm aware people stare but I'm not always sure what for... so you like the way I look, is that all?" Whispering in his ear "Don't you say I nag too much and act like a 400 year old wizard are you sure I'm your type?" Sebastian was happy Ominis was blind and couldn't see his face lighting up like firecrackers. Resting his cheek on the other, still in his ears " are you blushing Sallow , do you happen to like my voice as well " kissing his ear ghosting over his cheek moving to his lips kissing him, the surprise causing Sebastian to gasp, Ominis smiling then kissing him again sliding his long tongue into his mouth moving like a hungry snake. Parting the kiss Sebastian moaned causing Ominis to lost the battle he was already fighting after that confession, pushing him down on the couch grabing both hands and pining him down , the second gliding over Sebastians thigh going over his hip and working his way under his shirt "Ominis does this mean you like me too?" His brown eyes waiting for answer before getting a devilish smirk which sent his whole body on fire , Ominis feeling the heat unbuttoned his shirt fingers searching him " mmm.. so you have freckles here too , I wonder where else" kissing his stomach slowly unbuckling the boys belt , his sharp teeth gliding down his hip before freeing Sebastian very prominent erection, gasping as it was being free, looking down wondering what Ominis was planning and just how far were they going. Out came a loud moan that surprised himself as blondes hands grabbed hold of Sebastians hips pulling down his trousers stopping at his knees then placing his head between the boys thighs. His mouth on Sebastian already leaking , sucking and playing with his balls , enjoying the taste of something he thought about regularly. Enjoying the ungodly moans he didn't know the boy could make . The brown haired boy grabbing and pulling on ominis pale blonde hair, tilting his head up " did I give you permission to touch my hair Sebastian " he hissed melting him into more of a mess " Sorry sir " he breathed out " don't stop please" before his eyes he saw ominis tongue wrap around his cock like a snake , it wasn't a human tongue but a snakes. Sebastian bit his lips looking at Ominis mouth on the tip as his tongue ran over him with his eyes glittering under the candle light , " ominis I'm going to ..." he moaned and ominis swallowed licking him clean off .

" for the first time in my life I wish I could see " pulling the boy up, fixing his trousers and his shirt hands moving all over to make sure his new lover was decent. Then pulling him into his lap. His back on ominis chest feeling Sebastians shyness " are you playing coy now, that's a first " talking into the brown hair boys ear, Sebastian got up for a second and sat straggling ominis,

" well is this better for you , so what is it love" holding the boys waist .

" Can you open your mouth " the excitement in his voice was ever so bright , he sounded like his usual self.

" somewhat afraid to ask what for but okay" he said opening his mouth , Sebastians hands cupping his cheeks and staring into the boys mouth looking at sharp canine " mmm .. stick your tongue out " he obeyed with curiosity knowing where this was going , he stuck out his tongue showing Sebastian his long snake like tongue " was your tongue always like that"

" yes I'm aware it's werid some of my family tend to have snake like features from time to time"

" can you turn into a snake ?"

" yes , though I'll show you at another time, it's best to talk about what just happened isnt it" touching his brown hair moving to his cheek and giving him a light kiss " I do like you ,if that wasn't obvious enough "

"Then why have you been ignoring me for the pass days, you weren't even talking to me that much , I was very worried you know "

" apologies I just thought you fell for the new student, I couldn't manage being with you both" Sighing laying his head back

" are you sure you like me in that way though? "

" why would you ask that?" Raising a brow

" did I even make you .. Well hard ?"

"Sebas-" before he could finish Sebastian started thrusting his hips in ominis lap causing the blonde to grab his hip and neck pulling him closer causing Sebastian to stop " don't do that " he hissed Sebastian was so surprised he thought maybe ominis just agreed he liked him so as not to hurt his feelings. Tears starting to fall

" you don't love me do you ? Not the way I do" lightening his grip pulling Sebastian into a hug " don't cry my love, you are my one and only " Soothing him. " I love you with every inch of my being , and I have for I believe the same as you have when we first met your voice and smell was very hypnotising charming this lonely snake " Sebastian stopped crying and looked in ominis eyes " you really talk like an old man, your certain? Then why - "

" because you just confessed to me and I'm trying my best not to fuck you senseless in the undercoft on this damned couch I'm definitely gonna break, I'm at my limit here . I don't want to hurt you"

" oh" blushed Sebastian " but I still want to see you hard for me"

" Merlins Beard Sebastian!"

" We don't have classes today" he said with a devilish grin " fucking hell " cursed the blind boy. Sebastian smiling even more " well lots of surprises today, never thought I'd hear you curse, that's twice now "

" it's gonna be alot more if you continue like that " he sighed fixing his hair messed up by Sebastian. " so we're together now , does that mean you'll go to the yule ball with me ?"

" Sallow your going to give me heart failure one of these days , your aware of the looks we'll get "

" when have I ever cared about other people opinions "

"Very well " he Tilted his head back on the couch mind going through what just happened he was happy , seeing the smile on ominis face Sebastian kissed him fingers running down his chest wanting to unbuttoned his shirt, what would it take for ominis to really fuck him senseless, he stopped when ominis grabbed his hands

" not right now " ominis paused lifting Sebastian off placing him down on the other side. Pouting " you stopped me again, you old wizard"

He couldn't help but laugh " we have company , later " as he said that the new student walked in looking around " Hey so this is were you two were" walking over to them, " I rather much like the quietness here versus hearing the love birds going around finding mates, though since this one followed me it's far from quiet " he smiled, listening to Sebastian Huff and puff next to him which she found hilarious. " did you want to get away too, I'm sure lots of guys wish to ask you to the ball, running away are we" he sat arms folded and legs crossed head Tilted to the side. She stared at him from head to toe taking him in, not to Sebastians liking however.

" Pretty sure Garreth wants to ask you" Sebastian chimed in, " always stares at you in potions class almost burnt my robes several times this week he did"

" Sorry you had to go though that, don't know about garreth, did anyone ask you ?"

" Nope"

" indeed so " said Ominis to her surprise

" Did you .. are you going with them "

Sebastians heart was in his chest , " are you " curiosity staring at the blonde

" Quite So , I'd never get them to shut up if I say no"

" Ominis! that's mean"

" I am a gaunt aren't I " he smirked

" Apparently only when you wish to be"

She stood there rubbing her fingers behind her back " who asked you ?"

Leaning up from the couch and smoothing back his hair " Sebastian did" he answered calmly. The shock on her face was only seen by Sebastian who was quite beside himself not knowing what to say , the awkward silence was getting too much for Ominis " this silence is killing me here what are you both doing can someone say something "

" Sorry I was shocked for a second there, ugh So just to confirm something are you going as friends or ..."

Sebastian siting nervously waiting for him to answer at which she saw and realised he probably confessed his feeling before she entered , she was slightly aware that Sebastian might have feeling for ominis too ,I mean it's not hard to, the boy was beautiful with a commanding presence and a lovely voice on top. Both girls and guys whisper about him so he probably doesn't know how many admirers he has.

Ominis thought before answering " I suppose as more than a friend if that's what he truly wants" turning to his friend now lover.

" oh well , I think I should give you some space to talk , excuse me" Sensing that she should probably leave quickly going back heartbroken.

Sebastian still shocked not knowing what to say, he could see she definitely wanted to ask ominis but couldn't anymore. He was sad for his friend but ever happier for himself ".. why are you quiet again. Did you not want me to go with you or did you not want me to tell her " grabbing his waist pulling him back on his lap " my little swallow talk to me now"

" I just didn't know if you would say yes, I was scared of losing you too"

" really today is a surprising day , not only have you been shy , you cried and now your telling me your scared , what is it that is scaring you , I have been with you for years. You should know I'm always there for you"

"I didn't want to lose you because for my feeling what if you don't feel the same , I- "

"But I do, you have nothing to be insecure about anything. Your smart, lovable ,so charming and bright . The sun to my moon, I love you" Sebastian couldn't take it anymore and kissed him

"So your mine now "

"Yes yes and forever , now shall we continue I doubt she'll be back and my pants really can't contain me anymore" a snake like smile playing on his lips.

" do what you want , I want to play with your tongue again"

" Be careful what you ask of me. We have classes tomorrow "

The next day, Sebastian was In disposed

Pt. 2 linked

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