Fanfic writers really said "in any universe, in any scenario, despite any obstacle, these people would love each other" and I think that's very cool of us
Mare sat at his workbench, his body hunched over and surrounded by piles of paper. His face was tense with concentration as he folded the paper in front of him, having to redo some folds over and over, his hands getting sweaty and tearing the paper.
“Fuck.” Mare swore under his breath, balling the paper up and throwing it across the room. “I’m good with my hands; this shouldn’t be so hard.”
“Mare?” Mad peeked into the room. “What are you up to?” He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, head tilting as he took in the scene of the piles of paper on the desk and the crumbled wads on the floor.
“I’m trying to fold paper cranes, and apparently I am not the best at it.” Mare sighed.
“Maybe it’d be easier if you were using origami paper?” Mad suggested, thumbing through the pages.
“Probably.” Mare agreed, putting his elbow on his desk and resting his cheek on his closed hand, watching Mad shuffle through the colored paper, picking out a purple one. “But I figured it was easier to get a thousand pieces of regular paper instead of a thousand pieces of origami paper.”
“Why a thousand?” Mad asked, peeking at the craft’s instructions and beginning to follow it, wondering if he could do it himself.
“Because there’s a belief that if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you can get a wish,” Mare answered, softly smiling as Mad let his curiosity take over.
“That’s a lot of paper cranes.” Mad hummed. “What wish are you planning on making? If it’s something we can do ourselves, I’m sure most of us won’t mind helping you.”
“Well, there’s really only one person that can make sure the wish comes true.” Mare straightened up.
“Who’s that?” Mad stuck the tip of his tongue out of the corner of his lips, concentrating some more.
“You.” Mare reached into his pocket. “There’s something I want to ask you, and I was going to use my wish to make sure you’d say yes.”
“If this is about lessening my coffee intake, you’ll be wasting a wish.” Mad chuckled, perking up at the finished paper crane in his hand. “Look! I did it!” He had a proud smile as he turned and held out the crane, pausing when he saw Mare holding a small square box.
“Lucky for you, my wish isn’t about coffee.” Mare used his other hand to open the box and show off a ring: a silver band with amethysts inside. “I want to ask you to marry me.”
“I-” Mad’s eyes went wide with shock, the paper crane falling from his hand. “You want…holy shit, yes!” He broke into a laugh and lunged at Mare, wrapping his arms around his neck in a tight hug. “Yes, yes, yes!” Mad pulled back just enough to dive into a kiss. Mare wasn’t expecting the kiss but was far from complaining as he pulled Mad in closer by his waist. He also wasn’t expecting Mad to pull away again. “I have to tell Anti!” Mad scrambled away, opening the door and running out. There was a brief pause before Mad ran back in, plucked the ring out of the box, and slipped it on. After one more quick kiss, Mad took off again. “Anti! Anti, guess what!” His voice echoed back into the room.
Mare stayed in his seat and started softly laughing to himself, setting the empty box aside. He picked up the paper crane and set it on the desk as well.
“A little short of a thousand, but still worked.” Mare smiled before turning and leaving the room as well, in search of his now fiancée.
A/N: Welcome (finally) to the third instalment of the alt Demon AU! We're in for some fun, I promise!
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Mare frowned as he looked at the locket, wiping soot from it before looking up when Mad touched his arm.
“Did the explosion tarnish it?”
“Yeah,” he replied, leaning against Mad as they walked toward the heavy wooden doors of the mansion. “It’ll be alright. I’m sure my uncle has something to polish it again.” He looked to his left to see Jackie carrying Phantom in his arms, the human asleep with his head against Jackie’s chest.
“Are you sure you’re alright to walk?” Mad asked, arm braced around Mare’s waist to keep him steady. “Night said you shouldn’t be on your feet so soon after we took the oxygen away. I-I’m sure I can carry you.” His cheeks darkened and his eyes faded to pink when Mare leaned down to kiss his cheek, fiddling with a small copper coin he’d picked up on the way to the mansion.
“I doubt my cousin has heard word of the campus,” Night began, stopping at the top of the stairs and facing his group. “I am… unsure of the best way to tell him, so I would appreciate if you stayed quiet about your partners until I have briefed him—” he was cut off by the door opening to reveal Murdock, leather gloves and turtleneck missing their classic charcoal-coloured coat as he peered at Night through dark glasses.
“We could hear you talking on the doorstep,” he began, looking past Night to the twins and their partners, then to Host standing just a step behind Mad. “I know about the campus. Come in, there’s room for everyone. Besides, it is still your home, Night.”
Mad held Mare tightly as the group headed inside, taking in the dark wood furnishings and gothic architecture before pausing when Mare tensed, eyes flashing from blue to purple as he tried to read Mare’s emotions.
“The twins slept in the room up the stairs and down the left hall,” Night began, placing a hand gently on Mad’s arm. “You and Jackie can take them up there, get their belongings settled, then return to discuss further plans in the drawing room.” He nodded in the direction Mad assumed was the drawing room, then gave Mare a terse nod before strolling back to Murdock.
Sharing a look with Jackie, Mad carefully guided Mare up the stairs and toward the room, eyes still flashing as he held Mare’s arm. His tense shoulders relaxed as he heard Jackie behind him, keeping close enough for their arms to brush with every step.
Once they got to the room Night had pointed out, Jackie made a beeline for the first bed he could reach and set Phantom down, brushing tender fingers over the human’s chest where his still-healing claim mark was.
“Mare’s memories of this place aren’t good,” Mad whispered, guiding Mare to the other bed in the room before sitting down beside him and looking into his listless eyes. “I can’t get a good read on them, but there’s something about this place that terrifies him and fills him with more despair than I’ve ever felt.”
“Do you think it’s dangerous?” Jackie asked, immediately on guard with two fingers hovering over his chest before seeing Mad’s eyes soften to their neutral amber hue.
“It’s passed, just memories,” Mad replied, nodding at Phantom silently tugging on Jackie’s hoodie while still asleep. “I think we’ll know more once Phantom wakes up. Stay here with them while I go talk to Night and his cousin.”
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Night accepted the cup of tea Murdock offered him, sitting at the head of the grand dining table with Host standing in the shadows behind his left shoulder.
“How long have you had a demon guard?” Murdock asked, gesturing vaguely at Host as he sat with his own cup of tea. “Thought you’d always hated demons.”
“He came with Mare’s demon,” Night replied, sighing when Murdock’s eyebrow raised. “The so-named prince of demons found Mare on his way home and stuck to him, now they’re Bonded or something and Phantom did something similar with his own demon.”
“And this…”
“Host is Mad’s designated bodyguard,” Night spoke into his cup, looking over the rim at his cousin. “He’s decided that shadowing me will be beneficial to Mad’s safety, and also he can sense when Mad’s in trouble anyway, so he doesn’t need to be by his side at all hours.”
“The Bonding is similar to what you humans refer to as marriage,” Mad explained as he crawled out of the mirror in the hall, eyes flashing red as Night turned to reprimand him. “Both Mare and Phantom were of sound mind when they asked for the Bonding, so you don’t need to worry that they’d been coerced. I’m Madrick, by the way. Highest ranking demon without noble blood,” he finished with a short bow at Murdock, eyes flashing bright purple as he straightened.
“Murdock,” the human replied, tipping his head respectfully. “Night never let us learn so much about demon hierarchy… he must trust you.”
“He trusts that Mare knows what he’s doing,” Mad answered, sitting at the table and nodding when Host moved to stand behind him. “I have been threatened with death if I were to hurt Mare. I’d like to talk to you about his connection to the twins sometime,” he added, eyes flashing dark purple as he leaned forward.
“I’ve come to learn the purple hues in his eyes are either pride or focus,” Night interjected, watching as Mad’s eyes faded to a bright purple as he nodded to him. “Mare and Phantom have extensive notes on all of his emotions, and it seems that he’s the only one who expresses emotion in eye colour. Also the only one who travels through reflections.”
“You’re a copper demon, aren’t you?” Murdock asked, blinking when Mad’s eyes went back to neutral amber. “That’s how you get through reflective surfaces, because of the copper mix that grants you the ability.”
“How do you know that? Mare hasn’t told me that,” Night questioned, confusion clear in his face as he stared at his cousin.
“I think it’s time I introduced you to someone,” Murdock replied, straightening his back as the shadows around him shifted to reveal a man standing with a hand on his shoulder, and he watched Mad’s eyes flash from grey to dark red as he stood from the table.
“You.”
“Hey, Madsy,” the demon behind Murdock greeted, lifting a tattooed arm to scratch the back of his neck sheepishly. “Youse look good. How’s Jackie?”
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Jackie sat up straight, nostrils flaring as he caught a scent from downstairs, blue eyes wide before he frowned.
“Jacks?” Phantom called from the window seat, having moved to look outside after he woke up. “Button, are you alright?”
“C’mere, babe,” Jackie murmured, holding a hand out for Phantom and listening as Mare hummed in confusion. “I’ve got a feeling things are about to get complicated.”
“Well, that’s one way to introduce your twin to your Bond mate,” a voice joked from under the bed, followed by a hand reaching up to help a body crawl out of the shadows, coalescing into an almost identical image of Jackie, save for the long brown hair tied back as blue eyes twinkled in Phantom’s direction. “Oh, my days, he’s a twin, too.”
“J-Jackie?” Mare called hesitantly, finally climbing out of his bed to move closer to the demons. “Who’s this?”
“Mare, Phantom,” Jackie began with a sigh, arms wrapped around Phantom like a lifeline. “This is Marvin. My brother. I’ve mentioned him before.”
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“Yancy.” Mad’s voice was steady, words clipped as he watched the new demon with neutral amber eyes. “It is… unexpected to see you here. How have your studies been?” He folded his hands behind his back as he straightened up, looking to the humans like a proper demon prince as he levelled a glare at Yancy.
“How’s the Bonding treating you?” Yancy shot back, nodding at Mad’s wrist hidden behind his back. “I never thought you’d find someone—”
“Night, stay where you are,” Mad interrupted, looking to the head of the hunters as he moved to lunge at Yancy. “Yancy studied mage craft in our youth. He’s a friend of Jackie’s, and by extension, a friend of mine. Additionally, I believe your cousin has some form of attachment to him, so I would suggest not killing him as you were so prepared to do.”
Murdock glanced over to see Night slowly stash away his engraved dagger, eyes still trained on Yancy as he sat back in his seat, then looked back at Mad with an eyebrow raised. “Mage craft is… that thing Yancy does with the tattoos, right?” He asked, hand moving almost against his will to touch the side of his neck through his turtleneck.
“Simply put, it’s the manipulation of shadows in order to fight or summon things,” Mad began, eyes flashing yellow as he explained. “Yancy and Marvin – Jackie’s twin – majored in a specific form of mage craft that channelled the shadow manipulation into tattoos or designs. By drawing a specific symbol into the air or onto the skin, they could create wards that protected them or enhanced abilities.”
“When did he get in here?” Night asked, barely restraining his rage as he leaned across the table. “Why would you allow him here?” He tensed as Host placed a hand on his shoulder in warning, then shook him off. “What happened to you?”
“Nothing happened to me,” Murdock defended, hands clenching into fists at his sides before relaxing as Yancy leaned against him. “Let me rephrase. Nothing bad happened to me. Yancy met me on one of my hunts and I wanted to learn more about mage craft. He followed me home, and things have been… peaceful since then.”
Mad glanced between the two, eyes flashing pink for a moment before returning to dark purple, and he scratched absently at his wrist as he connected dots in his mind. Biting his lip, he shot a look at Host, sensing his unease at the tense atmosphere, then cleared his throat to get the humans’ attention.
“The archives beneath the campus are still intact,” he began slowly, eyes fading to a light orange at the three pairs of eyes now trained on him. “I-I can take the demons there to regroup and find out where to go from here, and you all can confer amongst yourselves.”
“Mad’s not going anywhere,” Mare’s voice sounded from behind the demon, stepping into the room with Phantom and two other demons, one being Jackie and the other seeming like a spitting image of Jackie. “You aren’t sending him away, Night.”
Wrote some bingle wire-play inspired by this post: link
Thank you, @domithekingoffools, for the inspo
Summary: Google's wires get crossed in his chest, and Bing helps to untangle them, and a very fun kind of discovery is found
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Feels Good
“Usually this is the other way around.” Bing joked with a chuckle as he settled himself on Google’s lap, helping him push his shirt up his chest. Google was lying back on his bed, grumbling at the comment. He had changed into his nightwear at Bing's suggestion to make himself more comfortable during this. Bing had even changed into his own nightwear as well, so Google didn’t feel odd being the only one. “So, when do I get to hear the full story of how this happened?” Bing continued, fingers tracing the underside of Google’s chest, pressing in a specific order to trigger the chest plates to separate.
“No,” Google stated, turning his head away as Bing leaned in closer to study what was happening inside of him.
“I bet I can guess it eventually.” Bing hummed as he tilted his head. “But, good news, nothing seems damaged, no leaks, just looks like whatever jumbling you did just crossed some wires. Explains the lack of pain and why you’ve got that pressure you’re feeling.”
“Are you able to fix it like this or do we need to set something else up?” Google asked.
“I can fix it like this. Won’t hurt. Might, like, tickle a little or something. It’ll be like undoing Christmas lights.” Bing put his hands into Google’s chest and got to work.
“Please don’t refer to my internal workings as holiday decor.” Google sighed, closing his eyes and wanting this to be over with. He wasn’t the biggest fan of having someone messing with his insides, but after a discussion turned ‘bet’ gone wrong with Anti, he needed help. Bing was the only one he could trust to fix the crossed wires since he had the same wires inside of him and understood how they worked. And it was…Bing.
“How about fixing the chain to a necklace?” Bing suggested.
“Are you calling me jewelry?” Google lifted his head.
“I mean, you are stunning.” Bing grinned with a wink.
“Shut up.” Google let his head fall back down.
“Looks like some of the deeper guys got mixed up too. Might be pulling some stuff out, so don’t freak.” Bing warned, not seeing the way Google’s eyes went wider as his fingers brushed against the deeper wires. Those wires were longer and thicker, and provided more physical function than the thinner ones. “This guy needs slipped under and then…” Bing held out the word as he slowly pulled a wire out. “Everything’s looking really good, Googs. Shouldn’t take me too long to…Googs?” He paused when he noticed Google breathing more heavily and saw his face beginning to flush red. At first, Bing wasn’t sure if Google was reacting in a bad way. Google had a habit of being stubborn and not admitting when something hurt. But when he shifted his hips and felt something hard prodding at his ass, he knew right away what was happening. “Are you into this?”
“N-No.” Google got out between gritted teeth.
“Oh, I think you are.” Bing sang, smile twisting into a mischievous grin. “I think these wires got more feeling to them than you’re willing to admit.”
“No, they do no-ot~!” Google gasped when Bing dragged his tongue along the wire. His other hand went into his chest and pulled out another one.
“It’s okay to enjoy this; our wires can be pretty sensitive sometimes.” Bing chuckled, rubbing his thumb into the wire as he trailed a few kisses before scraping his teeth against it. Google gasped, and his hands went straight to Bing’s thighs, squeezing tightly to try to ground himself. “Go on, tell me it feels good, you know you can’t deny it~” Was Bing having a bit too much fun with this? Maybe. Was the look on Google’s face more than worth it? Absolutely.
“It…” Google took a heavy breath, biting his lip and holding back a groan, but when Bing rocked his hips, grinding his ass down against his already hard cock, he couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, it feels good.” He finally confessed.
“Thought so.” Bing chuckled. “There’s nothing wrong with feeling good.” He added, wrapping one of the wires around his wrist. “And I like making you feel good.” Bing brushed his fingers against the wire before giving it a light grip and then stroking his hand up and down, earning another curse and fingers digging into him.
“Bing…shit, Bing.” Google panted, his own hips bucking up into Bing’s torturously slow circles.
“There you go.” Bing hummed, grinding down to match the pace Google wanted. “There you go.” His voice dropped with a heavy breath, his own erection straining against his pants. Bing took the other wire and held it up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around it to hold it, and rolled his tongue along it as he pushed down the front of his pants until his cock sprang free. He took the wire out of his mouth for a moment. “Keep going, keep going.” Bing groaned before putting the wire back in and then grabbing his cock and stroking it at the same pace he was stroking the wire.
“Bing…” Google couldn’t think of anything else to say, grip tightening even more on Bing’s thighs, likely to leave finger-shaped prints in the synthetic skin. “Fuck, Bing, Fu-uck.”
“Are you going to cum?” Bing asked with a groan. ”I want…I want to see you cum.” He moved his hands and hips faster, knowing exactly what to say next to get Google to break. “Please? Please, Googs. Let me see you cum.” Bing's plan worked when Google’s own hips bucked against him sporadically, chasing after pleasure, and then he got to see what he asked for. Google thrusted up several more times, much harder than before, eyes widening, and he let out a low, in his throat, moan, making a mess in his pants. “Almost there, almost there, hold on.” Bing’s head fell back, needing only a few moments before he was tensing up and grunting, cumming on his hand and on part of Google’s abdomen.
“Fuck.” Google cursed again, hands falling to the bed.
“Well, that’s a fun new fact for us to use.” Bing chuckled.
“Don’t get too carried away.”
“So, you don’t want to take our clothes off and fuck me while I play with your wires more?”
A/N: For @planetpossum who deeply regretted not putting a corset sex scene into her longform fic.
Warnings: Smut, biting.
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Jack gasped as Phantom wrapped the corset ties around his fist, pulling the strings tight enough that his gasp felt like the last breath he’d let out for a while. Face burning in either embarrassment or arousal he couldn’t be sure, yet still Jack turned to give Phantom a weak glare, seeing the smirk on his boyfriend’s face that told him he was in for a long night.
“Yes, I think we’ll be heading home.”
Distantly he remembered they were at an event, that Phantom was politely excusing them so they could leave, and that he probably should not have gasped when Phantom tugged on the strings of his corset. Choking out a farewell, he allowed Phantom to guide him out of the building, sighing when the alpha’s hold loosened on the ties.
Phantom’s lips were on him before the car door had even closed, dancing fingers over the busk against his front while he sucked dark bruises into his skin. Almost on instinct he spread his legs, frowning when Phantom chuckled against his neck and letting out a mortifying whine as he pulled away altogether to fasten their seatbelts.
“Patience, button. All in good time… we will both get what we want when we get home.”
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The car hadn’t even stopped before Phantom was on him again, claiming his lips and mouth in a searing kiss that made his mind go blank as he clung to Phantom’s shoulders and struggled not to wrap his legs around his waist to pull him closer.
As if on instinct, Phantom carried Jack from the car and into the house, pressing him against the closing door and claiming his neck in bites and bruises as he tangled his fingers into the strings of the corset.
Whimpers and half-murmured pleas left Jack’s lips as he locked his ankles around Phantom’s waist, tearing into his too-fancy suit with one hand while the other gripped his hair like a lifeline. The pressure of the tight strings pulling the corset tighter around him stole his breath, but his boyfriend kept coming back to claim his mouth, sharing air with grunts and moans.
Jack’s eyes rolled back at the memories of how many times he’d been pressed against this door, so close he could count the individual grain lines in the wood while Phantom pounded into him with a ferocity like he knew nothing else. The solid wood supported his back when Phantom released him, sparing a moment to breathe before he was lifted again and carried to the bedroom.
“Hands, button,” Phantom purred, setting Jack down and turning him to face the wall before pushing him forward to arch his back and bite at the back of his neck hungrily. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck,” Jack grunted, bracing his hands against the wall as Phantom rutted against him. “I’m not feeding into your twisted fantasies, Phantom.”
“You forget, button,” Phantom hummed, stopping his movements and pulling the corset tighter, pressing warm lips against the shell of his ear. “What do you call me when we’re here?”
“N-Nathan,” he gasped, squirming as Phantom’s fingers slipped under his waistband to tease at the soft skin above his cock. “D-Don’t tease.” The sound he let out when Phantom removed his hands was pitiful, but he stayed against the wall while Nathan shifted behind him.
Soon hands were undoing the button and zipper on his dress pants, tugging them and his boxers down without preamble and gently guiding them and his shoes off his feet. Trailing kisses up the backs of Jack’s thighs, Phantom snaked a hand up to knead at his ass while the other kept him steady, squeezing bruises into the pale skin to accompany the bites.
Jack dropped his head to rest on the wall, knees buckling before Phantom held his hips to angle him properly, barely giving him a second before spreading his ass and scraping his teeth against his entrance. Digging his nails into the plaster of the wall, Jack keened as more slick seeped out of him only to be licked up by the alpha before his strong tongue was entering him.
“Nathan, c’mon,” he whined, pushing back against his boyfriend as Phantom ate him out like a professional, leaving bruises on his cheeks from his nails holding his ass apart. “Y-You know I’m prepped, please.”
With a hum that reverberated inside Jack, Phantom pulled away, gripping the corset ties once more and using that grip to drag him to the bed, tossing him onto it and climbing on after him. Somewhere in the back of Jack’s mind, he noticed that Phantom was completely naked, leaving just the omega in the stupid corseted dress shirt his alpha had put him into.
Releasing the strings, Phantom placed too-warm hands onto his thighs, parting them gently and slotting himself between. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, almost as though he weren’t talking to Jack, and it made the omega whine in need. “Promise to scream for me, alright?”
And then he was pressing into Jack, and he screamed as his hands dug into the sheets. No matter how many times he’d had Phantom inside him, his body never seemed ready to receive his size. Thankfully, Phantom went slowly, giving Jack time to adjust until he was fully seated, clutching his hip and thigh as he waited for the signal to move.
“C’mere,” Jack breathed, reaching up to drag Phantom by his shoulders into a kiss, slowly beginning to rock against him in a silent sign to move and gasping into the kiss as Phantom wasted no time setting a bruising pace.
Strong, calloused hands gripped his hips, his thighs, every inch of skin within reach while sharp fangs scraped against his neck and shoulders, head nuzzling into the sensitive spot below his ear in an intimate scenting, and Jack sighed as Phantom’s own scent bloomed in pleasure, dragging his nails down the alpha’s back to leave red lines and pressing his own blunter teeth against his boyfriend’s scent glands.
“There it is,” Phantom purred, catching the scent of pleased omega as his nose passed over Jack’s bond site, gripping his hips harder and dipping his thumbs just under the hem of the corset to feel the shallow rise and fall of his lower ribs. “Let go for me, button, let me see you unravel.”
Those words, that purr, shouldn’t have been enough to push Jack over, but between the scents and the touches and the damn corset restricting his breathing, he couldn’t find it in himself to hold back, silently screaming into Phantom’s neck as he spilled between them. The world whited out, leaving him barely able to register his reflection in the ceiling mirror or react to the way Phantom’s knot swelled inside him before locking them in place.
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He returned to himself with a deep breath, opening his eyes slowly to see Phantom toss the corset shirt aside before turning to smile back at him. Tender hands cradled his face, and they both hissed as Phantom’s knot shifted inside him.
“Welcome back,” was the smug statement, and Jack almost wanted to slap him, deciding instead to clench around the knot just to see Phantom bite his lip. “Good to know your snark is still there.”
“Get out of me,”
“Still a few minutes, love,” Phantom chuckled, draping himself over Jack’s sticky and sweaty form and pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose. “Then I was thinking of a hot bath with those oils you like to soothe your muscles. What do you think?”
“I think I never want to see you so smug again,” Jack replied, leaning into the alpha’s touch against his cheek anyway. “Major mood killer.”
“And yet you allowed me to claim you,” Phantom purred. “Thank you, though.”
That gave Jack pause. “Why?”
“For indulging me. Wearing the corset despite it making you uncomfortable.”
“It was pretty,” Jack answered, cheeks red as his eyelids threatened to close. “And it made you happy. Can I rest now?”
“Of course, button. Rest, and I’ll wake you for your bath in a while.”
One of the best things about being a writer is thinking of something small you can add to your work that’s just. Devastating. Like you’re sitting there going. Oh. That would be diabolical. People would get really riled up about that. Exquisite. Let’s do it.
when you are eating chips you will often be like well how about one more chip? and then you will eat one more chip and be like well how about one more chip? and what do you think happens after that?
"You think this is fair? I didn't blow up Filament Station, but the ones who did aren't getting punished. Just me! I didn't get a choice! I just drew the short straw, and traded one fancy metal box to die in for another while people that I thought were my brothers abandoned me!"
Mark Fischbach as Simon the Convict | Iron Lung (2026)
there will never be anything as funny as the mutual disbelief between long form and short form fic writers about each other's style.
short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.
meanwhile long form writers look at people writing 1000 word one shots like god I would cut off my left nipple to be able to say anything concisely. i would love to play with multiple ideas. free me from the shackles of this child I have birthed. i love them but I now must take them to t-ball and doctor's appointments and they're going to destroy everything I own.
Hey there! If you feel like writing a prompt, what about darkgod!Natemare and devotee!Matt? I have an au with those two but fuck knows if I'll ever write anything about it. Anyway, hope you're doing well! Love your stories
Hi! I'm actually doing quite alright; just got back from a trip to the seaside (in winter) for my mother's birthday.
I've also been working hard behind the scenes on the next instalment of the Smashing the Mirror AU, determined to get at least 5 chapters done before I start posting them.
Anyway! Dark God Mare and Devotee Matt? Sounds fun! This is kinda like a scene from somewhere in the middle where characters and motives are established, but this is where my brain decided to go haha. Enjoy.
"I'm not afraid of you."
The words are hushed, whispered into the space between them with a reverence and sincerity that made the god curl his lip.
“You should be.”
The human – Matthew… Matt – raised his head to stare at him, eyes the colour of burnt caramel or amber, and his thin lips parted in a smile.
“You’re a god in possession of the world’s fears and misfortunes, yet you treat me like something delicate and precious. How can I fear you?”
“I could kill you so easily,” Mare whispered, reaching to tenderly brush copper hair out of Matt’s face. “Use your fears to end your life.”
“And when I reawaken in Hell, I will thank you,” Matt replied, leaning into Mare’s touch as he stepped closer.
“You’re insane,” the god scoffed, cradling Matt’s face with both of his hands.
“And you’re the only thing that makes me feel good.”
“You need mortal friends,” Mare hummed, relaxing into Matt’s touch as the human slid his fingers under the collar of his shirt to trace the tattoos against his skin.
“They don’t like me,” he murmured, eyes growing sad as he moved his hands to slip under the hem of Mare’s shirt to hug his waist, hiding his surprise as the god let him.
Everything in his soul told him to stop, to either smite this human or claim him and take him to his domain, but Mare couldn’t bring himself to follow tradition right then.
And the sound that left Matt when their lips finally, finally met almost drove him insane, one hand cradling the back of Matt’s head while the other pressed against the small of his back to push them almost impossibly close.
Melting into the kiss, Matt threw his arms around Mare’s neck and allowed the god to take control, tilting his head to deepen the kiss until Matt’s knees buckled and he was lightheaded with the need to breathe.
“Stay with me,” Matt panted as the kiss broke, clutching onto Mare’s shirt like a lifeline as his eyes watered and his lip trembled with the very thought that the god may leave.
“Maybe,” Mare rumbled, following Matt as the human sank to the ground and swallowing his questions with another searing kiss that clouded his mind and stole his breath.
Maybe he could keep Matt. Maybe he could ignore tradition… just once.
Every god had a weakness, and Matthew would look lovely covered in Mare’s aura.
