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Beneath Their Masks Chapter 26 is Up!

Only a month late. I've got about two chapters left until I'm done, but I figured I ought to post some of the ones I already have ready right now instead of posting them all at once. That's big brain. I think. I dunno. Enjoy?

Having returned from visiting the Niijima sister’s parents at the cemetery, Makoto and Ann joined Sae and Mitsuru for dinner. It was a light affair, consisting of grilled fish and rice, with miso soup on the side. There was also an expensive looking bottle of wine and two wine glasses for Sae and Mitsuru. Sae had protested at opening such a bottle, to which Mitsuru glanced at it and said it wasn’t that expensive. Sae gave her a look that Makoto couldn’t place, and Mitsuru just smiled, pulling the cork out with the corkscrew as she did.

“Mitsuru, you never told me you could cook.” Sae said, surprised at the spread she had prepared.

“It never came up. Just something I picked up when I was in high school. Friends of mine taught me some things here and there after school in our dorm’s kitchen.” Mitsuru said, a content smile on her face. She had her hair up in a high bun, along with an apron with a floral pattern on it, faded from years of countless washings. “That would have been…oh, goodness, eight years ago? Time sure flies, doesn’t it?”

Beneath Their Masks Chapter 27 is Up!

Kept ya waiting, huh?

I've got the last few chapters written and stuff. They just need to be posted. Massive thanks to @shuharu-blog-toadstar for helping me out!

Makoto’s knees stung as they collided with the pavement. All of her energy was completely gone and all she could focus on was the ringing in her ears and the nausea that overtook her, sweat dripping down her face. She wasn’t the only one. One-by-one, each of the thieves around her began to fall as the ringing grew louder and louder.

She heard Ryuji. He was yelling something, but Makoto could barely process what was going on. She brought her hand up to wipe her eye and…it was disappearing before her eyes, the rest of her arm following along with it, a sizzling blackness bubbling and hissing as it consumed the rest of her.

“This can’t be real, right?” Were the only words she could bring to her lips.

Ann. What about Ann?

Pulling her focus away from her hands (or lack thereof, in this case), she looked over to Ann. She had fallen to the ground, her own legs disappearing out from under her. Makoto’s heart, as fast as it was beating, sank. Was this the end? Had they failed? All that effort, and this was all they had to show for it? Disappearing into nothingness? Makoto couldn’t tell whether to be crushed by her own disappearance or Ann’s. Either possibility presented a future without Ann, not that it even presented a future at all. What would Sae think? Would she even know that Makoto had disappeared? Would the public cognition write them out of existence, entirely?

Did anything we did even matter? Did anything I do matter?

Makoto’s last thought was cut off by everything going black, her pained suffering extinguished by non-existence.

Beneath Their Masks Chapter 28 is Up!

These should all be up by the end of the year. Just a couple left!

Ann: where are you at in the story?

Makoto: I um…haven’t been going through the story lately. I’m still where I was a few days ago.

Ann: oh gotcha

Makoto: But I have been…what did you call it? Grinding?

Ann: you’ve been grinding for the last couple days?

Futaba: woah…

Ann: what level are you?

Makoto: I think I just hit level 60.

Ann: WHAT

Futaba: makoto has fallen victim to “number go up”

Beneath Their Masks Chapter 29 is Up!

Gonna see if I can get the rest of these up by Christmas. That'd be nice. Two left!

Futaba coughed as she inhaled the coffee she was trying to drink. Haru passed her a napkin, her gaze not shifting from Ann as she listened to the story.

“Are you serious?” Futaba said, once she had finished her coughing fit and had wiped the coffee off herself and her face. “That is an Akira-tier cheesy line! How? What? How did that work!?”

“Look, I don’t know either!” Ann said. “Before I knew it, my mouth was speaking for me!”

“Makoto? How did that work on you!?” Futaba said, turning to her. Makoto had her face in her hands, trying in vain to hide how red her face was getting at the recollection.

“I think it’s cute!” Haru said, beaming.

“Would this be considered a pick-up line?” Sophia asked.

“That reminds me of that time in October…” Ann said.

“Ann, no.” Makoto said, her voice muffled by her hands. “Just continue…”

Beneath Their Masks Chapter 30 is Up!

One left! To hell with spacing these out. I figure it'd be nice to have these coming out leading up to the upcoming holiday. My gift will be the honor of calling this thing "complete". I filter out incomplete works most of the time, and I imagine most people do, too. Besides, this was supposed to be done months ago, so I don't think I should put it off any longer.

Makoto glanced at her coat pocket, the glow of her phone’s lock screen barely bleeding through the fabric along with a vibration, signaling a notification. It was the evening, so the group chat was fairly active. At least it gave Makoto plenty of opportunities to see how much longer she had to suffer through this.

It’s been 45 minutes. The movie is approximately one hour and 36 minutes according to the poster outside. So that leaves 51 minutes until it’s over. If I take out the credits, which are probably 10 minutes long, give or take, that leaves 40 minutes of film left.

Needless to say, the last thing on her mind was the movie playing on the theater screen in front of her. The one thing keeping Makoto from making an excuse and leaving early was the fact that Makoto’s left hand was being held (more like crushed) by Ann’s, and her right hand was gently held by Haru’s.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye at Haru to see she was watching with a fairly neutral expression, even in the face of horror on screen, the entire room tinted red by the amount of blood on the screen.

Maybe she just really likes these kinds of movies?

Beneath Their Masks Chapter 31 is out! (The final chapter!)

All things must come to an end, and all that jazz. I wrote a big long ramble in the notes for this chapter, and for the sake of not clogging up the makoann tag any further, I'll just let you go and find that for yourself. (Sorry, MakoAnn gamers. I just checked the tag the other day and its all clogged up with these chapter posts. Oops! My bad...)

Wait no, I should have something profound to say in honor of this final chapter...

Nah, I can't think of anything. Thanks for reading!

Ann: OH I FOUND IT

Makoto: Great!

Makoto: I think I found what I was looking for, as well. It was the last one I checked, of course.

Ann: i’ll be right over

Ann: once i find my way out of this maze of racks…

Makoto: Don't you think you should grab a shirt or something?

Makoto: Majima doesn’t wear a shirt under his jacket.

Ann: yeah i brought a sports bra from home

Ann: it's not accurate but theres no way im free boobing at a work party

Makoto: Free…boobing?

Goro: Perhaps this group is more open than most, but I have to ask…

Goro: Was this conversation intended for the entire group?

Futaba: lol this is the group chat @Ann, your life is now forfeit

Makoto: …

Ann: uuuh

Ann: futaba how do i kamikaze a chat

Futaba: you accidentally made your bed

Futaba: now accidentally lie in it

big bad wolf - Diokophobia is the irrational and extreme fear of being chased.

starring: Logan Howlett as the monster in the woods

wicked influence - Daemonophobia is the intense fear of demons, demonic possession, and otherworldly influence

starring: Stu & Billy as our devoted men of the cloth

Current project

As it currently stands, I do plan to participate in Flufftober with my own silly prompts with a couple characters from Genshin Impact and Twisted Wonderland.

I will be updating whenever I feel like it over the course of this month, as the prompts are not organized in specific order of which one will be first.

I do hope others will enjoy my seasonal works for this month <3

(can be found in the "Creations" section of my pinned post)

"Flufftober 2024 (Night Walk)

with Lilia Vanrouge"

Malleus wasn't there to accompany you on your typical nightly walk, which didn't bother you all that much. It certainly didn't prevent you from enjoying the crisp autumn wind on your skin. Even the little goosebumps that littered your arms brought a sense of comfort.

"It's quite chilly for you, don't you think?" A smile graced your lips at his attempt to scare you. Lilia, of course.

You'd taken a liking to the fae, even despite his insistence that he's only by your side to keep you out of trouble. It's endearing, how he seems to be by your side any moment you figure you're by yourself.

Turning to face him, you held out your hand. "Would you like to join me?" He chuckled at the sight. You weren't afraid of him. You never appeared to be. "Perhaps you can keep me warm."

You'd be a fool to overlook the smirk that spread over his features. The look you've grown to adore from him. One full of mischief.

"How intriguing you are, [name]. Not afraid of an old bat like me in the slightest. I'd fall for your advances if I wasn't so familiar with your tactics." He didn't take your outstretched hand, instead walking around you, following the trail you seemed set on following. "But, I suppose I can indulge this once."

"Flufftober 2024 (Leaves)

with Vil Schoenheit"

He gently scolded you just minutes before about before careful not to trip in these woods. With all the leaves, it was easy to slip and lose your balance.

But you never listened, did you?

You grabbed the third year's hand and pulled him along in a small run, much to his protest. It must've been ingenuine with how quick he was to follow you. It was common nature for him to follow you where you went. It was an unspoken fact. He adored you much more than others. He didn't mind a small chase for your enjoyment.

He yelped a little as you pulled him down with you. Of course you tripped over a tree root. It appeared his warning fell on deaf ears yet again. He fell beside you into a surprisingly large pile of autumn leaves.

He was ready to lecture you, but he paused abruptly with his mouth agape. You looked shocked, still holding his hand a little tighter then before. You glanced at him, or stared. It felt like you were analyzing him for those 11 seconds he counted. Then you startled him again as you burst out in such a joyous display.

You were laughing. Not just that. You were laughing by his side. Like you were unafraid of him. This whole time, this little date you arranged for the two of you around the ramshackle woods, you never seemed to notice or even care about his face. There was no makeup on his face, and you didn't appear fazed.

So caught up in his own thoughts, he didn't notice the leaf you'd brought up to the side of his face. "It looks like you."

His gaze shifted to the dead piece of plant. If you were any other person, he'd be offended, but he couldn't bring himself to. Not with you. It was a yellow leaf with brown spots dotting it.

"It's my favorite that I've seen, you know." Looking each other in the eyes, he felt his breath get caught in his throat. This wasn't normal for him. "Most people enjoy reds and oranges, but I prefer the yellows and browns. Reds and oranges are what is shown to the public eye, due to the seemingly crisp and prefect nature of them," he didn't stop you when you reached a hand to cup his face. He watched with narrowed eyes as you continued, "but yellows and browns show more character behind them. All the markings are ugly to some, but so beautiful to me."

"Dear, don't tell me you view any aspect of me as ugly, or perceive it as ugly to an audience."

You smiled at his false annoyance. He really didn't do well with being shown such affections. "No, Vil, but I believe you perceived it as so." You pushed the leaf into his free hand that wasn't holding your own. "After all, this is the first time you've allowed me to see you in such a state, with all your internal and maybe even external markings."

So you did notice his lack of makeup.

"But I find all leaves beautiful, you know." You looked at your intertwined hands. "Though this little tangent of mine wasn't just about fall's blessings."

「 ✦ 2024 Flufftober ✦ 」

Hello! I'll do a little postponing on my 300 event (i have no ideas) so we can do a flufftober event!

I'll write something for each day of this month, though some may be late. It may end up carrying into November a little bit, but please bear with me.

Send requests for fics to for me to write! I'll write for any of the things in my rules for requesting, so go ahead and pick a character from there! Requests for Project Sekai will count towards the monthly amount, and if I feel it's too much, I will deny some requests.

Feel free to give me a date with your character as well! It may end up already taken, but if you want a specific date I'd be happy to list it! (Ex. For Oct 21st, can you do Kaiser?)

Rules are simple -> be polite, no NSFW or very suggestive, have fun

If it's possible, try not to request a character that's already been requested. I can make some exceptions depending on who is requested and as long as the genre is different, but it really all depends on who. Sorry in advance!

List and genres below cut! (Make sure you read to the end for all info. If you don't care that's okay too.)

✓ - done, will be linked

Oct. 1st - Chigiri Hyoma (sour patch kids) ✓

Oct. 2nd - Ego Jinpachi (mints) ✓

Oct. 3rd - Belphegor (marshmallow) ✓

Oct. 4th - Alexis Ness (smarties) ✓

Oct. 5th - Meguru Bachira (sour patch kids) ✓

Oct. 6th - Lucifer (sour patch kids) ✓

Oct. 7th - Rin Itoshi (sour patch kids) ✓

Oct. 8th - Airi Momoi (sour patch kids)

Oct. 9th - Seishiro Nagi (mints)

Oct. 10th - Sae Itoshi (marshmallow)

Oct. 11th - Diavolo (Gummy worms)

Oct. 12th - tba...

Oct. 13th - tba...

Oct. 14th - tba...

Oct. 15th - tba...

Oct. 16th - tba...

Oct. 17th - Reo Mikage (marshmallow)

Oct. 18th - tba...

Oct. 19th - tba...

Oct. 20th - tba...

Oct. 21st - tba...

Oct. 22nd - tba...

Oct. 23rd - tba...

Oct. 24th - tba...

Oct. 25th - tba...

Oct. 26th - tba...

Oct. 27th - tba...

Oct. 28th - tba...

Oct. 29th - tba...

Oct. 30th - Reo Mikage (2, chocolate)

Oct. 31st - Akito Shinonome (mints)

If you want a specific genre, ask for these candies!

Marshmallow - Regular fluff

Sour patch kids - Angst/comfort (happy ending)

Gummy worms - Hurt/comfort

Smarties - School related

Chocolate - Break-up/back together

Mints - Crack/humor

You don't have to choose any of these! You can just request a character if you want.

☆Happy requesting!

Inspo from my one true love @maxident-xx sorry for the new tag bae

Wait...

It's November. It's November first. Yesterday was October 31st, so October is over. ...it's over. Is it over?

Inktober, artober, whumptober, flufftober, linktober, every tag ending with -tober that's been circulating for the past month... is it over? I don't know why it's just hit me but...

This matters. So I will try to get the message across, even though I'm not the best at it sometimes

Fanartists, fan writers, artists, fic writers, people making comics, every single one of you that has created art for the past month...

Thank you

This is my first October on tumblr. When I started seeing the "tober" tags, seeing the posts from artists with wips, saying they were going to make something every day to a prompt, making masterposts to update with each day, I thought "cool"

But every day this month, I have gotten on here and smiled.

And I don't mean smiled. I mean I smiled at least 20 times every time I got on the app because I saw all the art and fics. I got to see artists/writers connect stories through different day prompts. I saw people having the most brilliant ideas and creativity, flowing from their hands into their posts. I saw artists responding to continuous asks, telling them how amazing they are. I saw artists getting behind, and keeping going.

I saw Free. Beautiful. Emotional. Amazing. Original. Creative. Art.

Every day

I haven't committed to anything of this before, so I can't directly relate to what you guys were thinking and feeling. But I'm willing to guess; I think you probably enjoyed it, because most won't do such a huge project unless they enjoy it. I think you probably saw it as a challenge you were willing to fulfill, and an opportunity to grow and develop your skills.

... but I'm also willing to bet you did it for us. For people like me, who love art, but don't do this specific type, who are in fandoms, who love tracking and watching you art and sending you compliments, who take joy in your work. For the other artists (and writers!) who admire each others styles and love to learn from each other.

If anyone ever tries to tell me that humans are inherently evil again, I will strap them to a chair, pull up these posts and say look. Look at what these people did. Look me in the eyes and tell me these sorts of actions don't come from the most loving hearts. Tell me these people don't want to make others happy, that they aren't inherently good. And I will tell you you're wrong.

I have so much going on, yet somehow it slipped into my life that I was constantly looking at your art for the joy of it without me even noticing.

And how is it possible. That we have such a beautiful community of people here that we will share. And communicate. And exchange compliments. And literally do things and send asks solely for the purpose of making someone smile.

I'm almost crying by now. God I can't express it well enough! But I am so. So. Grateful

You guys brought me a month of joy! You gave headcanons, and art, and stories!

Even yesterday, Halloween, I was blown away. Because I had expected... I didn't expect anything. And then I log on and see people sending happy halloween asks, exchanging doodles of candy, and headcanons and gifs.

And some are still catching up to the schedule or whatever, and that's ok! But at the beginning of this post, when I was simply realizing it was November, I asked myself "is it over?"

Is it over?

... I don't think so. I've seen artists say they're going to continue and expand on a piece they made and especially liked this month. Some people are still continuing, catching up to a voluntary deadline. All those masterposts with your whump/fluff/link/ink tober art? I know many as well as myself will be going through, looking over your posts with smiles, catching up on some things they missed this month... it will continue in the people and artists I didn't know existed before, but now follow. In the skills and growth in creativity! In the community we've grown, and art you've made, and the art to come, at a normal rate like every other month, even if it's not October anymore!

But my artists, writers... thank you so much. I don't know if you guys know how valuable and amazing you are. How incredible it is that you exist! People say it's amazing we exist under a sky of such stars, but how incredible is it that you made a stranger on the internet smile every day! Your life is so. So. Valuable. I can't even express how grateful I am that you exist, that you somehow are selfless enough to share the most beautiful parts of yourself simply to create, and to create joy. Thank you so so much.

(And this applies to all artists, in any fandoms, not just mine. And I'm just as grateful to people who couldn't do something every day, or only one day! You still share your art, you're just as... incredible. You are incredible.)

Okay.

So I'm gonna do this, and if others want to do it in the reblogs that's great! I do not care at all about reblogging or likes, but I want to make the people that have brought me such joy some appreciation- I hope I can bring you even a smidgen of the light you have brought into my life. So I'm gonna tag all the artists/writers I know of/can think of that have done any sort of October challenge, all of you creators that have made me smile. If people wanna want to tag others in the reblogs or replies to spread love that's cool.

(Basically I don't know social customs or anything at all, so if you don't want me to tag or if I was supposed to do something different or something let me know I have no idea what I'm supposed to do)(if I like accidentally tagged someone who isn't an artist/writer or forgot someone I follow... sorry)

@skyward-floored @kikker-oma @adrift-in-thyme @blueskittlesart @zeldaseyebrows @smilesrobotlover @bahbahhh @soso-dedeck @lennsart @arecaceae175 @illcamp @breannasfluff @solarfire-art @26kabeuchi @cathianemelian @truffeart @scribbly-z-raid @uniquevoidflowers

To all the artists and writers out there: thank you so much!!! You are amazing and I'm glad you exist. Your life is precious, and you matter. Thank you so much for sharing your beauty with us, we love you too!!!!!

... yeah. Just want yall to feel loved... because you are. Again, thank you. Thank you so so much to my beautiful creators who create joy as well as art, who keep storytelling alive. Just... thank you.

:)

Flufftober 2020, coming soon. Text prompt list behind the cut.

Keep reading

This was super sweet and soft and omg-faints.

Wish I was this reader right now!!!❤️🩷❤️🩷

Hello Anonnie, thank you for feeding the great Vexitober 2024. I also had a headache today, so this was an incredibly self-indulgent piece. I hope you'll see your dentist soon, 'cos things are about to get tooth-rotting fluffy.

Pain pulsed relentlessly through your skull, like a hammer repeatedly striking, each throb sending waves of agony through your temples. It wasn’t just your head, though – the stabbing sensation behind your eyes made it feel as if a thousand daggers were tearing through them.  

You whimpered softly, curling up on your side in a tight fetal position, your ears flattening painfully against the back of your head. Even your small, normally perky tail dropped, pressing against your body as if trying to shield you from the unbearable ache.  

This was Hell in its truest form. Wasn’t this place supposed to be torture for your soul? You’d never thought that meant literally headaches that felt like they could split your skull open. Could souls even get headaches? Apparently so, because the searing pain you were enduring right now was unlike anything you’d experienced in life. It was as though the universe had decided to answer your rhetorical question with a sliver platter of misery.  

A sudden, lively burst of static followed by a too-cheerful voice shattered what little peace you’d managed to carve out. “Good morning, my little doe!” Alastor’s familiar, crackling tone cut through the air like a sharp knife. Normally, the sound of his voice would send a thrill of excitement through you, his energy infectious and wondrous. But right now, it was nothing short of torture. You let out a high-pitched whimper, your ears pressing harder against your head as if you could block out the noise.  

You burrowed deeper into the blanket, pulling it up over your head in a desperate attempt to shield yourself from the light, the sound, the world. But nothing could block out Alastor, not when he had his sights set on you.  

The mattress dipped as he sat down beside you before you heard the rustle of your blankets. A moment later, his face appeared, his mischievous red eyes glowing from underneath the covers. “Oh, darling, you’ll have to do better than that if you want to hide from me.” His grin widened, as smug as ever, his amusement palpable even in the low light.  

You pouted, squeezing your eyes shut as the pain surged again, sharp and unwelcoming. “Alastor, please…” you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. “My head…it hurts so much. Can’t you just let me rest for a little while?” Your hands came up to cradle your face, fingers pressing against your temples in a futile attempt to massage away the ache. But the pain didn’t subside. It only worsened, making you feel small, vulnerable, and utterly helpless.  

“Oh, darling,” Alastor cooed, his voice soft yet dripping with that ever-present playfulness. His slender fingers wrapped around your wrists, gently but insistently pulling them away from your face. You blinked up at him, surprised by the tenderness in his touch, expecting something more teasing, more dismissive.  

Instead, he squirmed his way into your makeshift blanket fort, wriggling closer until he was lying next to you on his side, his body warm and solid against yours. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, but this time they weren’t filled with the usual mischief. Leaning in, he pressed his forehead gently against yours, and you shivered as strands of his hair brushed against your cheeks, tickling you with their softness.  

“Can you make the headache go away?” You whined softly, your voice small, fragile. It felt almost childish to ask, and you half-expected him to laugh, to make some cheeky remark about walking off the pain, as if a little stroll around the town would solve everything.  

But to your surprise, his eyes softened even more, and instead of teasing, he nuzzled the tip of your nose with his. The affectionate gesture was so out of character, yet so heart-melting sweet, it made your chest tighten with warmth. “My, and here I thought you were just trying to shirk away from your cleaning duties today,” he murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper. “You really must be in pain, darling.” 

You scoffed, though there was no real bite behind it. “I’d much rather clean than deal with this awful headache,” you muttered, closing your eyes tight, trying to will the pain away. It throbbed persistently, but Alastor’s closeness offered a strange sort of comfort, his presence like a buffer between you and the agony.  

Suddenly, you felt the warmth of his hand as they cupped your cheek, his touch feather-light but grounding. His fingers slowly drifted down, tracing the line of your jaw, then brushing softly against your neck before resting in the crook of your shoulder. The weight of his hand was soothing, almost as if he could absorb some of your pain. “Can you sit up, darling?” He asked softly, his voice a gentle coaxing, not the usual commanding tone you were used to.  

Your eyes fluttered open, momentarily thrown off by the tenderness in his voice. Alastor – being gentle? It was a rare sight, but one that sent a ripple of warmth through you. Nodding slowly, you pushed yourself up from the bed, feeling the weight of your headache still pressing down but slightly less suffocating.  

As soon as you were upright, a sudden shift occurred – his shadows, inky and alive, coiled around you in a silky embrace. Before you could react, the world around you blurred and changed. In the blink of an eye, the soft blankets of your bed were replaced by the cool, marshy grass of Alastor’s bayou. You were in his room, specifically on the side of his pocket dimension where the air was always thick with the scent of earth and wood, and the stars above twinkled like diamonds against the forever-evening sky.  

You blinked, disoriented for a second, but the moment passed when you felt him behind you, his presence solid and reassuring. Alastor had positioned himself with his legs stretched out, encasing you within the circle of his body, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders. Slowly, with a gentleness that seemed foreign to him, he began to knead the tension out of your muscles, his long fingers working in small, firm circles.  

“Oh,” you gasped, the sound escaping before you could stop it, your body melting into his touch. Your eyes fluttered half-closed, a hazy warmth spreading through you as the tension in your muscles slowly ebbed away. His hands moved with surprising skill, untying knots you hadn’t even realized were there, each press of his fingers sending a soothing wave of relief through your body.  

When he pressed a particular spot – right between your upper spine and just below your neck – you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped you, your head falling back against him. The sensation was blissful, his fingers working wonders on the tightness in your shoulders and neck. “Y-you’re really good at this,” you mumbled, shivering as his fingers found another knot and worked it loose with practised ease.  

“I would hope so,” Alastor hummed, his voice low and smooth, with just the faintest edge of something possessive. “After all, only I know what my little doe needs.” There was a protective, almost territorial note in his voice, one that made your heart skip a beat.  

It wasn’t just the physical touch that made his words sink deep – it was the way you fit so perfectly into his world. You were one of the few deer demons in Hell who not only tolerated butthrived in his eccentric, chaotic company.  

He leaned down, his breath warm against your ear. “I can’t have my darling in pain,” he murmured, his hands never ceasing their gentle massage. “Especially when I’m the only one who knows how to make you feel better.” His tone was playful but layered with sincerity, a strange and intoxicating mixture of affection and mischief.  

His fingers slid up through your hair, claws barely grazing your scalp as a wave of tingles surged down your spine, leaving warmth and comfort in their wake. The sensation sent your tail into a gentle rhythm, pat pat patting against the grassy ground as you melted under his touch. Every scrape of his claws ignited a sense of pleasure you hadn’t realized you craved until now.  

“My,” Alastor’s voice dropped to a low, sultry tone, his breath hot against your nape. “You must really enjoy this, don’t you?” The teasing edge in his voice was unmistakable, and you could practically hear the smirk hidden in his words. His chuckle was soft, poorly masked behind the affectionate taunting, sending another shiver through you.  

“It’s not just me who enjoys this,” you huffed, your voice taking on a playful lilt as you tilted your head back slightly, hoping to guide his claws to that one perfect spot near the base of your fluffy ears. “You like it when I do this to you too, Alastor.” You sighed contentedly, the tension in your body easing as his claws finally grazed that elusive spot. His index finger trailed up gently, scratching just at the base of your left ear. 

Every time his claw scraped the sensitive cartilage, your ear twitched in response, and you found yourself leaning back against him more fully, savouring the warmth of his broad chest behind you.  

Alastor hummed, a low vibration that you could feel in the way his cheek rested on top of your head. His breath fanned through your hair with each exhale, carrying the faintest scent of something earthy and metallic. “I suppose I do enjoy it,” he mused, the words a soft hum against your ear. “But, darling, you don’t pamper me nearly enough. Why, I should be asking you to indulge me so!” His voice lifted, taking on a playful, dramatic tone that made you snort.  

You barked out a laugh, but the sudden movement sent a sharp stab of pain through your head, reminding you that the headache still lingered beneath the comfort. You hissed softly, wincing as the ache flared again, though it was noticeably dulled thanks to Alastor’s efforts.  

“Oh dear,” Alastor tutted, his voice dropping to something soft and almost chastising. His arms snaked around you, looping over your chest before pulling you down with him to the cool, marshy grass of the bayou floor. His warmth enveloped you as your back pressed against him, and despite the coolness of the evening air, the heat radiating from his body kept you wrapped in cozy contentment.  

In the distance, the soft croak of frogs and the hum of crickets filled the air, a soothing backdrop to the intimate bubble you both shared.  

With a gentle tug, he repositioned you so that your face was nestled against his chest, his legs tangling lazily with yours. The world seemed to slow down, and you felt your pulse start to sync with the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear. “Alastor?” You mumbled, trying to lift your head. But before you could fully raise yourself, his hand pressed softly against the back of your head, urging you to lay back down.  

“Shh, darling,” his whispered, his voice softer now, almost protective. “Just rest.” His fingers began to stroke through your hair again, the slow, repetitive motion sending waves of comfort and peace over you. With each gentle brush of his hand, it felt as though he was physically pulling the tension and pain away, little by little. 

You let out a soft sigh, surrendering to his touch as you relaxed fully against him. Your ears twitched at the soothing thud of his heartbeat. “It’s just a headache,” you murmured sleepily, your body going limp against him as the warmth and scent of him – of metal, earth, and something distinctly Alastor – enveloped you. “Hardly an illness.” You nuzzled further into his chest, inhaling deeply, letting the familiar, comforting scent ease the last remnants of pain away.  

“It’s too late for me, I’m already contaminated,” Alastor declared dramatically, his voice suddenly bursting with theatrical flair. “I suppose we’ll have to be quarantined here together, won’t we?” His chuckle was soft, turning into a wistful sigh as he relaxed further, his arms tightening around you protectively.  

You giggled softly at his antics, the sound vibrating against his chest. His dramatics never failed to make you smile, even in moments like this. His hand continued its slow, soothing stroke over your head, his touch like a balm against the sharp edges of the lingering headache. The pain, though still present, had dulled to a manageable hum, and soon, the gentle rhythm of his hand combined with the steady beat of his heart lulled you closer to sleep.  

“Together,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as your eyelids grew heavier. The stars above twinkled softly, the night sky in his bayou serene and timeless. The world felt small and safe here, nestled in his arms, the pain fading into the background as sleep pulled you under.  

The last thing you felt before drifting off was the tender brush of Alastor’s hand stroking through your hair, and the soothing rise and fall of his chest beneath you – a steady, comforting lullaby in the heart of the bayou.  

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Your Military Left|T|200 Words

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Fandom: 9-1-1

Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz

Tags: Flufftober 2024, Left Other Left, Evan "Buck" Buckley and Eddie Diaz Move In Together, Moving In Together, Post-Ladder Truck Bombing (9-1-1 TV), Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Evan "Buck" Buckley Loves Eddie Diaz, Eddie Diaz Loves Evan "Buck" Buckley, Thirsty Evan "Buck" Buckley, Injured Evan "Buck" Buckley, Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley

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Flufftober 2024: Left. Other Left.

Scent Revelations|G|612 Words

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Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz

Tags: Flufftober 2024, Favorite Scent, Pre-Relationship Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley, Fluff, Smitten Evan "Buck" Buckley, Evan "Buck" Buckley Loves Eddie Diaz

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Flufftober 2024 Day 3: Favorite Scent

Days With Food|G|1130 Words

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Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley & Bobby Nash, Evan "Buck" Buckley & Isabel Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Bobby Nash, Isabel Diaz, Eddie Diaz

Tags: Flufftober 2024, market day, farmers market, Family Acceptance Via Food, Family Fluff, Bobby Nash is Evan "Buck" Buckley's Parent, Parental Bobby Nash, Established Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Eddie Diaz Loves Evan "Buck" Buckley, Soft Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Smitten Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Isabel Diaz Loves Evan "Buck" Buckley, Happy Evan "Buck" Buckley, Family Bonding

Summary: Showing that Buck is accepted via trips to the Farmers Market.

Flufftober 2024 Day 4: Market Day

Lowered Thermostat|G|300 Words

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Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz

Tags: Flufftober 2024, hoodie weather, Clothes Thief Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Clothes Sharing, Soft Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Evan "Buck" Buckley Loves Eddie Diaz

Summary: Buck wakes to a cold house.

Flufftober 2024 Day 7: Hoodie Weather

Specially Brewed|G|923 Words

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Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley & Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz

Tags: Flufftober 2024, Ingredients and Spells, Alternate Universe - Magic, Magic, Protection Magic, Spells & Enchantments, Magical Evan "Buck" Buckley, Magical Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Witch Evan "Buck" Buckley, Witch Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley Takes Care of Eddie Diaz

Summary: Brewing has more than one connotation.

Flufftober 2024 Day 11: Ingredients and Spells

Disarmed By Pastries|G|953 Words

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Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley & Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley & Christopher Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley & Christopher Diaz & Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Christopher Diaz

Tags: Flufftober 2024, Fantasy AU, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Evan "Buck" Buckley Cooks, Evan "Buck" Buckley Flirts, Flirting, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz First Meeting, Fluff, Meet-Cute, First Meetings

Summary: Eddie goes into a bakery after being dismissed for the day.

Flufftober 2024 Day 14: Fantasy AU