#(*evil laughter*)

[lostsolace]

What have you done?

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON — 3.02

[itsacoffeemug]

Daeron died young, is always the first thing Maekar remembers when he thinks of his first boy. He did not have to die, is the second thing he remembers. And then the image of long golden locks come to him, his tall form, his shaking arms wrapped around his middle, the way he held himself as if believing no one else ever would, and then the image turns blurry. Maekar does not remember the exact shade of his violet eyes, the shape of his nose, the lines of his mouth, the sound of his voice. Everyday he wakes up to more of Daeron lost to him.

He wonders if one day he'll forget the exact shade of his golden hair, the sound of his laughter when he was a child — for he had laughed so very rarely as the years passed, as he grew, as that childish wonder for the world left his eyes — and Maekar tickled his sensitive sides.

He wonders if one day, he'll forget Daeron's name.

[bittersweetsadboi]

Well chop chop get to writing (jk)

You're going to regret that...

Sad Pathetic Wet Cat Celine who's actually a sad pathetic wet cat, found by Polytrix. (Part 15)

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"Mira...what are you talking about?" the Demon asks and Celine is so confused as to why there are so many sad scents rotating in her nose but she doesn't like it.

She can't comfort them all at once! She's too small goddamn it!

Then the Mira is shifting, sitting up, forcing the other two the move with her. Keeping Celine close to her chest as she sits up, the Demon now in her lap, all pouty and frowning.

The Zoey throwing one leg over both of them while the other goes behind the Mira as she pulls her in close, still chest to arm, cheek to shoulder has she uses her free hand to rub her back.

The Mira nuzzles her wet face into Celine. She has no idea what's going on. As she's been since the moment they found her but it's really starting to get frustrating because the mix of confusing smells is not helping the fog in her head.

"Celine had always been this...pillar...during our training days." the Mira says.

Again with the training. When did she do all these things they keep mentioning? Why can't she remember?

She wants to! She swears! If it's true she wants to! She doesn't like that she apparently forgot them!

"Despite me picking petty fights and being a general pain in the ass she always kept me steady when I was going through a rough time. When we all were." the Mira says.

"I envied her composure. Her strength to just...keep going. To never back down. To face stuff head on, firm and unmoving." she adds.

That doesn't sound like her. She runs from everything. That's how she ended up in this situation.

Right?

How did she end up in this situation?

What is this situation?

She tries to remember but all it does is send a spike of pain through her head.

A gentle hand strokes her behind her ears and when she looks up to see who, she sees it's the Demon but her eyes stay firmly on the Mira as she speaks.

"I envied how she cared. How she wasn't afraid to show that she did...as deadpan as she was about it, it was always obvious she cared." the Mira says, a smile in her voice and Celine feels more than hears the other two chuckle with her.

Well that's good...she thinks?

"I wanted to be able to be strong like her, to be able to be unflinchingly honest but kind. To be gentle but firm. That balance she always carried...like she wasn't carrying a storm of doubt in her head." the Mira says and Celine looks back at her, her whiskers tickling chin.

The Mira looks down at her, her hand gently rubbing her furry back as her eyes spill their tears.

"She taught me how to love myself."

'You're too hard on yourself, isn't that supposed to be my job.'

'I'm not harsh enough.'

'Would you call Rumi useless for not executing a move correctly?'

'What? No of course not!'

'Would you call Zoey unworthy if she had yet to be able to summon her spirit weapon?'

'No! Why would I-'

'So why do you not offer yourself the same grace?'

'I...'

'What makes you so unworthy of your own kindness and patience you so readily give them...but refuse yourself.'

"Every lesson she gave was a small glimpse of a sacrifice she would never let us see in full." the Mira says.

Celine blinks her eyes rapidly as the vision...somehow a little clearer but no less confusing vanishes.

"As much as she never wanted us to show our faults and fears...she wasn't very good at it herself." she adds.

"She was hard to read yes...but I saw enough to know when a lesson was something she was taught...or something she learned."

Celine doesn't know what she means by that but by the sad sighs that echo from the other two, she guesses they do.

"I wanted to be like her...I wanted to be like her...for you. Both of you." the Mira says and both the Zoey and the Demon frown.

"What do you mean?" the Zoey asks.

"I wanted to be for you what she was for me."

"Mira..."

"I wanted to be your pillar."

'That's all good and well, Mimi, but a house cannot stand on only one.'

'I know, Cece. That's why I have you three! To help me!'

'That's true. We wouldn't let you do this alone. Even if Poppy doesn't like it.'

'Exactly! We're stronger together!'

'I still think this is crazy.'

'And I think you're attached to her already.'

'You think it's a girl?'

"So yeah...learning the person I looked up to, who I thought was a good example of what I wanted to be, a better me, for me, for us...was a lie..." The Mira says, voice cracking slightly as she holds back her tears.

She lied? That's...why would she lie about who she was? Was that who she was?

"Did she ever really trust me? Did she think I would hurt you? Was she...was she ever really proud of me? How does she think of me now? Having become what she tried to protect you from." the Mira says, barely above a whisper.

The Demon pulls the Mira in for one of those hugs, squishing Celine between them, making her squeak but they probably didn't hear her because they don't back off.

She she's kinda stuck smooshed between their collarbones, eyes wide as she stares and a crying the Zoey who then decides she also wants to be apart of it.

She scoots even closer, wrapping her arms around both her companions, her nose pressed against Celine's.

And they're all crying.

Well...she supposes this is one way to comfort all of them at once despite being so small.

Where there's a will there's a way she guesses.

"I feel like a failed her. Failed you! I promised her you'd be safe with me. I wanted you to feel safe with me..." the Mira say, voice muffled against Celine's head.

She's going to take a wild guess and say that wasn't directed at her.

"I do...I did feel safe with you, Mir. Both of you." The Demon says.

Why would she need to feel safe? She's a Demon? What would she need to be protected from.

Except maybe...

...Hunters...

'Yes.'

'Demon...Hunters?'

'Yes.'

'...and this...blue moon thing-'

'-Honmoon.'

'-right...honmoon...that I've been seeing...its a barrier...to keep them out?'

'Yes, and as Hunters it is our duty to strengthen and protect it.'

'I don't know if that's a good idea. I mean when I saw your people that day, I honestly thought I was seeing things.'

'You were chosen, Celine.'

'I don't want to be.'

"-by then it was no longer about not trusting you." the Demon says.

Is she back? The visions keep happening and they hurt so much. Her head is ringing.

"So why? Why not tell us, if not only because of what Celine said." The Zoey asks.

What did she say? When? What's happening? What are they talking about? Stupid visions keep taking her away from the important things they discuss!

"I...I didn't trust myself." the Demon says softly and finally, finally, the overwhelming but still kind of comforting pressure of being squished is released and she can breathe properly again.

The Zoey and the Mira shift to look at the Demon still sat on the Mira's lap.

"As well as I hid my patterns...hiding the fact that I was different was...difficult, but not for the reason you think." the Demon says.

Hid her patterns? Why would she do that? And how? They're all over her. Maybe certain clothes would help conceal those on her body but what about the ones of her face? Do they have clothes for the face too?

"Before we found you two...aside from my patterns when I got older...when it was just Cece and I..." the Demon says and she gets a fond but sad smile on her face.

"I never really used to hide my more...demon traits." She add and their eyes widen.

"So when you two came along...It was hard having to stop being...me...in my own home."

Edit: Part 16 is up!

[storge]

Ashes to Crown (2026)

[waffle-gal]

Lightning Round: After Hours, a Showtime Fanfic

HAPPY EPISODE 6 EVE EVERYONE!

In our longest, most self-indulgent one-shot yet, Pomni finds Caine drinking his sorrows away at the bar. What's got the ringmaster in such a pickle? Will Pomni be able to help the AI? Oh god are they both drunk? What antics will they go on?!

Find out in After Hours! (AO3 Link)

Warnings: A tiny bit suggestive, alcohol usage, silly drunk stuff

@meemers-writes and I are BACK and better than ever! We decided to bridge our one-shots into a single collection, which will be called "Showtime Soup"! Here you will find our past and future Showtime themed fanfictions on AO3.

Previous Showtime fanfics:

Performance Review - Firewalls

[spideytadori]

[idontexistrightnow]

10/15 KINKTOBER 2025! - CLARK KENT/SUPERMAN

Clark my baby, I love him so much. Enjoy! SEE PINNED FOR ALL FICS!

DON'T FORGET TO FOLLOW!

Thank you @absurddino for the prompts!

10/15: Sexting / masochism / uniform

NSFW: dom reader/hand job/d*ck sucking/straight smut/male whimpering/"good boy"/"pretty boy"/reader to male praise/words like c*ck and d*ck/use of y/n/short smut/non gendered reader

NON DESCRIPTIVE/NON GENDERED READER

Back story: Clark is the cutest, with his messy hair and curls for days. He's a hero when he's Superman and you love him for that, he is so special. What everyone doesn't know though is how he loves to be fucked in his uniform, and not in his Superman suit. No... He loves to be fucked as Clark Kent, with his suit and tie and glasses tilted as he cums. He loves to be called good boy and pretty boy as his pants grip around his thighs. He loves being called farm boy as you milk him dry. And he especially loves how you take control of him...

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You knelt to him as Clark gripped the sides of his chair. His suit and tie stretching as his back arched into your hand.

You continued to stroke his cock as he moaned your name out. His glasses slipping down his nose. His pants were unbuckled and his member pulsed against your hand.

"Y/N please-" he whimpered at you.

"Clark, are going to be a good boy and wait until I let you come or should I stop?" You taunted him.

He shook his head, whimpers huffing through his movements.

"Good boy Clark, you like it when I milk you don't you farm boy?" Your words driving him crazy, he could no longer talk in any sense.

You continued to stroke him, your pace slow and painful. You licked his tip as he groaned, his grip around the chair alnost breaking it into pieces.

You let his cock fill your mouth as you reached and swallowed him, your head bouncing as you he squirmed into you.

His pants practically ripped open as he tried his best not to arch fully into you.

You gagged into him, tears forming in your eyes.

"Y/N yes- fu-" he refused to curse, which was a little silly of him. You knew how much he wanted to.

You continued to undo him as you savored him. The salty sweet taste filling your mouth. Your moan ripped through him, sending chills down his spine. He watched as you gagged and choked on him. He was big, a little too big, you definitely could not fully take him. You were about halfway as your air flow began to be blocked. A few more strokes and you came up for air, feeling him tense.

You played with his dick as you regained air, licking him. You watched as his face flushed, sweat building up as he held his orgasm.

You laughed as you took him in your mouth again.

"Y/N that's it, yes just like tha-" his voice kept cracking.

"Who could even imagine, having the Superman be such a whimpery mess." You continued to tease him as you slowly tasted him again.

"Want to come for me farm boy?" You asked but gave him no time to answer as you plunged into him, his cock taking over your mouth. A loud moan ripped through the air as you felt the warm liquid fill your throat.

"Fu- mph" He arched into you, the buttons on his shirt nearly popping off. He rode his orgasm as you used his cum to slip him in and out of your mouth easier. Finally you left him, a wet trail of spit and cum dripping off your tongue.

"Look how pretty you are, such a pretty boy," you cooed at him. His dick pulsing up again in response. "More pretty boy? I just milked you... so needy," You half whispered at him... or more so at his cock.

"M'sorry, I want more please-" his eyes roamed your body as you started undressing.

"Ok pretty boy, but you don't get to have all the fun now do you?" You laughed as he shook his head, waiting to feel the warmth of your insides as you took control of him once more...

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YO YO YO, so excited to find more ideas. I think I was just stressed at the beginning of the month. So excited to keep writing, might take the next two days off but I WILL BE BACK! Thank you to all my new moots! So happy to have you all along for the ride 😜

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Bi roomie came in CLUTCH💀