#drabbel

He froze at the open bathroom door. Just standing in a corner before the bath mirror could catch his reflection.

A moment of peace, of solitude, and he nearly destroyed it!

Madeline thought herself alone in the bathroom. Nude, fawn-like, solemnly, she stood in front of the mirror. With a gentle gesture, she wiped steam from the mirror surface.

She looked at her reflection, crocking her head, strands of her blond hair a wild halo.

Getting tip-toes, she stretched and turned her body, looking critical at herself.

The gesture, so natural and innocent, left Lyutsifer breathless. With a tight chest, he stood still, listening to his own blood rushing inside his ears.

Eventually Madeline rose her hands to bind her wheat hair into a messy bun - playfully waggling her body on her toes like a tipsy ballerina.

Lyutsifer snapped out of his admiring trance. He blinked wildly while catching his breath as a clear thought. Slowly, chateuse in movement, he fainted back into the shadows of his quarters.

He knew he could always go back in his mind, dipping into this scenery, enjoying this intimate moment peaceful.

Sweet Treats AU Masterlist

A bit of drama and old grudges but a good time.

Please let me know what you think <3

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You keep your hand on Thor's sleeve as you enter the room. You're excited if a bit nervous for the party. When he mentioned it, you were more the latter but he convinced you to come. 

Penalty Box

The sounds of her clicking heels against the vinyl flooring echoed her mood. Caroline was pissed. Her fingers curled into the palms of her hands, squeezing and leaving small moon marks on her skin. Her press badge was clipped to her black pencil-skirt, bouncing against her leg as she made her way towards the locker room.

She could still hear the roaring crowd, cheering as a goal was scored at the end of the third period. Yet, Caroline found that she cared little as to who scored or how close the game was to ending. All that was replayed over and over in her mind was the cheering as Tyler was slammed up against the glass protector of the arena, Klaus’s fist gripping his jersey as his gloves and stick were thrown aside. Tyler’s fists pummeled down upon Klaus’s head, connecting with his face as both of their helmets had been tossed onto the ice

It took two referees to pull Klaus off Tyler.

And he spent the rest of the game in the penalty box.

“I was wondering where you have gone, Mariner.”

Skeksos voice was loud in the empty throne room. Usually stocked with loud skeksis, snarling and laughing at the next best hurt beings, which was captured in the cages of the scientist. Now, empty and clear from any living being.

“I got lost, In a way”

“Hmmm” He walked over to Skeksa. His staff clicking on the Tiles. “Why do you have Skekmals Mask?” She became rougher with the skull. Twisting it, searching for something, only a distraction. “Nothing, found it in Skekteks lab, thought I bring it here. Better than to the Ornamentalist, he would just decorat it with flowers and shit”

Skekso hummed again, nodding while she spoke. “It seems like you have an interesting, relationship, with this mask. Haha.”

Now this was getting ridiculous, Skekmal and Skeksa never showed their relationship to anyone. Nobody knows how they stood to each other, the public eye only saw what they wanted them to see. Which was a hissing fit and some quarrels. But never the light touches they shared on her ship. Forbidden, weird, disgusting in the way of the Skeksis. But they were always different from the court, so why not breaking more stereotypes.

“Ha, seems like it. Maybe I am just troubled by the thought that already three of us died, one” She hold up the mask “being one of the most skilled killers there is, ey?”

That made the Emperor swallow his upcoming laugh again. “Yes, such trouble. But the new Soldiers should even us out. That is why we need more Grunaks. Your job for the next trine to come, find us more of those living Raw materials.”

“Yes, the only problem is, I need a crew.”

“Do not worry about this, I ordered Skekna and Skekung to succour on your quest.”

Could be worse. The blue feathered Skeksis held the Skull mask out towards the Emperor. “Did you want it?”

Skekso looked at the last evidence of the Hunter. “Hmm, no. Keep it, burn it, do what you want with it. I despise the token of the death.” And with that he mashes to his throne, leaving Skeksa behind.

Summary: Loki teaches Bucky how to braid hair.

Pairing: Loki x Bucky Genre: uh, drabble? Words: 818 Warnings: none

A/N: I was writing this while watching two guys doing stupid stuff on TV and there may be a few things that have rubbed off on me. Expect trash. Also, I don’t have any more fanfic ideas, so if you’ve got some, my dms are open! :D 

I know that my english is not the best but eh, I tried. I hope you guys still enjoy it, even if it may not be the best quality.

Also, wishing you all a happy new year!!

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"Ouch! Be careful, James." Loki said as he winced due to Bucky pulling slightly at his hair.

"Listen, I have never needed to braid anyone's hair, Loki. I don't know how to do this, except for this guidance on Stark's holographic device." frustrated he let Loki's awefully half braided hair go and leaned back so that his back was resting against the back of the couch. Totally exhausted he let his right hand run over his face before pinching his nose.

"Can't you just use your magic and make it appear? You're doing it all the time anyway." He sighed.

Loki turned his head, looking at the soldier. It was funny seeing him from another angle. With him sitting on the floor between Bucky's legs and the other man sitting on the sofa, he was quite smaller. For once. The god put one hand on Bucky's knee, giving it a slight squeeze.

"There is no need to be frustrated, dear. My mother thaught me when I was a child and it was-" he stopped for a second, thinking of the right word, "-not the easiest task to accomplish." Loki gave a humorous chuckle before smiling up at the other man. "I will teach you."

"Loki, no." Bucky said softly, not really in the mood to argue.

"I promise, dear, it's easy! I'll show you first and then you're doing everything that I'm doing, alright?

Loki wasn't even waiting for an answer. The moment Bucky had raised his eyebrows and taken a deep breath the god shouted for his brother, who had been with Tony and Steve in the living room, watching a movie. Not far later Thor boomed through the doors with the biggest grin and a drinking glass in his hand. He must have had some of Asgard's alcohol again, the demi-god thought, shaking his head.

"Sit down, Thor. I need you to let me braid your hair." looking utterly surprised by his brother's request he pointed to Bucky. "Why aren't you using his hair? He's got pretty long hair too, you know?"

"Because I am trying to show him how to braid hair, you oaf. Now sit down, will you?" Thor took a seat in front of his brother but turned to Bucky again, before Loki even got the chance to grab his hair.

"Loki used to always braid my hair when we were little. You should have seen him, Bucky. I was so much taller then him and he'd always stand on this tiny wooden chair that was in his room." Laughing, he gave Loki a glance. Joy was written on his face as he remembered those times. The fact that Loki used to do his older brother's hair when he was still a kid, made Bucky smile. He always knew that the black haired god had a hidden soft side. Not the 'loving tiny kittens and sprinkles on his hot cocoa' but his 'kind' side. Even thought Loki didn't reveal this side often, the soldier knew it was there and every time he'd listen to stories about his past, they'd be exposed.

Grabbing the blond hair's head, Loki turned it to face in the other direction, slowly bringing it in place. Once he was satisfied that it was the right angle, he took three strands of Thor's hair and showed them to the man sitting on the couch. "So, you have to take three strands of hair; only small ones if you want to braid the ones I'm usually having." Bucky nodded, understanding what the trickster meant. He'd always catch him in their bathroom making them.

" Then you take one of the outer strands and put it over the one in the middle. You have to change the sides each time you're putting it over the middle one, don't forget that, dear." Thor smirked at the pet name. It made him think about how his brother finally found himself the person he has always been looking for. Once the braiding was done and a hair tie was holding everything in place, Loki released Thor's hair and showed the result to Bucky, who sat in awe, starting to try it himself.

It was a rocky start for the trained soldier but he eventually got a small braided strand after frowning and sighing for five minutes. He proudly looked at his work and smiled. "Done." When Loki let a mirror appear out of nowhere and held it to the back of his head, he admired the braid. It wasn't the best work he'd seen but not bad for a beginner either.

"It's amazing, James. I love it." he said, dragging his boyfriend's head down for a soft kiss, after the mirror had disappeared again. Thor, now sarting to get up and head to where he'd been ten minutes before, left the room to them; closing the door silently. Neither Bucky nor Loki had noticed him leaving.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucifer/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Lucifer (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Grooming, Wing Grooming, Wing Kink Series: Part 14 of Santa is cumin' Summary:

New Clothes, New Doubts

It started with a simple T-shirt. Harry was at the Ministry, working on a rather important case, while Draco was stuck at Harry’s apartment without anything to do. He considered heading home, since he didn’t have any clean clothes at Harry’s anymore, but decided against it. Two days ago, Pansy had thrown him out of their shared apartment because apparently, she had a romantic weekend planned with her boyfriend and Draco would only be a nuisance.

“Go spend some time with your boyfriend,” she said, knowing that Harry had work and Draco felt uncomfortable staying in his apartment alone. And yes, Draco was aware that he should find a job as well. But no one was hiring and he hadn’t had any good qualifications anyway.

Draco was dying of boredom, and even that Muggle box in Harry’s living room wasn’t interesting enough for him. All it ever played were sappy romantic films that Draco disliked. With one last look at the remote on the sofa, Draco turned on his heels and headed to Harry’s bedroom. He went through his bag of clothed once again, hoping to find a decent shirt that he hadn’t used to many Cleaning charms on. Disappointed with his search results, Draco carefully opened Harry’s closet.

He found two extra sets of Auror’s robes and a handful of worn-out T-shirts. There were also three pairs of sweatpants and two jumpers. Draco nearly winced as he pulled out an oversized T-shirt that even smelled like old clothes do. Trying to find a better one was useless so Draco put it on and frowned. Harry has filled out a bit in the past years but there is no way that the shirt fits him properly. And Draco can remember quite well that Harry owned all these clothes since Hogwarts.

That’s how Draco decided to launch his new project. Throughout the next six months, Draco has slowly been replacing Harry’s wardrobe. One piece at the time, Draco found the right moments to slip new clothing into Harry’s closet while getting rid of the old one. Grey shirts were replaced by mostly green and blue variations of colour as Draco thought they fit Harry’s eyes the most. The thin jumpers disappeared and there appeared new, soft and warm jumpers in their place.

Harry had noticed of course. By the time he could only find one old T-shirt amongst all the new, he realized what Draco had been doing. He never commented on it, because he could see Draco loved taking care of Harry. He did find it a bit uncomfortable though. It was Draco’s money that the clothes were bought with and Harry disliked owing his boyfriend anything.

The first conversation about this happened on the day Draco officially moved in. Harry asked him a week before and with some gentle kisses on Draco’s neck and Harry pampering him, Draco finally broke and agreed. Boxes were packed and tissues were offered to Pansy as Draco said his goodbye. Both of them knew that her tears are just theatrics to show her boyfriend that she has a heart and to amuse Draco. Draco laughed as she hugged him and threatened to hunt him down if he doesn’t visit at least once a week.

And then he arrived at Harry’s apartment. Correction – their apartment. Harry was anxiously waiting for him. He offered to come with Draco and help him pack, but Draco said he wants to do it alone. Wants to properly say goodbye to his best friend and roommate for the last five years.

So, the second Draco steps into their apartment, Harry is in front of him. To be perfectly honest, Harry was terrified that Draco had changed his mind. That he won’t be coming and moving in. That all those new clothes were just a way of Draco saying that Harry should look good because he’ll need to start dating again. And Harry was aware that those were just toxic thoughts, caused by his self-doubt that was still present after all those years.

Draco was surprised when his boyfriend hugged him tightly and whispered: “Thank Merlin, you’re here.” Realizing, that something must have been troubling Harry, Draco lowered the shrunk boxes on to the floor and took Harry’s hand in his. He led Harry to the sofa and they set down, Harry curled up in Draco’s arms.

“Harry,” Draco gently spoke.“Hmm?” His boyfriend responded without looking up. He was warm and comfortable, nested in Draco’s arms and didn’t want it to end.

“Is everything okay?”“Yes, of course.” Harry didn’t really want to talk about it. But knowing Draco, who never let things go, he waited for the conversation to really start.

“I don’t believe you. Is it about me moving in? Or did someone send me a threatening letter again?”“It’s neither of those things. It’s about…” Harry started and then Draco’s words registered. “Wait! Did you say you received threat letters before?” Harry asked, bewildered.

Noticing his mistake, Draco waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “It’s nothing to worry about. It’s been years since I got one and they were just empty threats.” He paused and gave a piercing look to his black-haired boyfriend. “Now, tell me what your reaction earlier was all about.”

Harry sighed and looked away. “It’s about my clothes…”Draco’s gut twisted. “What about them? Does it bother you I got you new ones?”

“Well, it doesn’t really bother me per say. I’m just worried you’re trying to send me a certain message.”

“What message are you talking about?” Draco pondered, confused. “I did that because I thought it’s time you got new clothes. They were all old and worn-out. I’ve actually been wondering why your wardrobe was so atrocious. You wore those clothes in Hogwarts, for the love of Merlin!” With each sentence, Draco’s voice got a tad louder and, in the end, he was almost screaming. It wasn’t anger that fuelled him, not really. Draco was just awfully confused as to why Harry was worried that he got him new clothes.

“That’s the reason?” Harry asked quietly. His mind couldn’t comprehend it at first, but it didn’t last long before he realized how nonsensical his doubts were. Draco just wanted the best for him. He just wanted to pamper Harry a bit. Blushing at his own way of thinking, he leaned against Draco again and hugged him.

“I appreciate your concern, love. The reason I never bought new clothes might sound a bit weird to you, but for me, it goes really deep into my past, all the way to childhood. All these clothes that you got rid for me, they used to belong to my cousin Dudley. Not one piece of clothing was entirely mine until I bought robes for Hogwarts.  And even after that, I hadn’t really bothered to spend money on myself and on clothes. I still wore Dudley’s old clothes, up until you got me new ones. That’s why it felt weird, and why I panicked.” Harry explains.

“I thought there was a hidden agenda to your actions and I started imagining different reasons why you would do that. Unfortunately, it had never occurred to me that you were just being a considerate boyfriend, looking out for me. And I’m sorry for that.” Harry finished and looked up to see a frown on Draco’s face.

“No, Harry, I’m sorry. I should’ve asked about it before I started doing that. It never crossed my mind that there was some deeper meaning as to why you don’t own any decent clothes. And I’m disappointed I myself to not consider it, even though I knew of your horrid past with your Muggle family.”

Harry smiled at Draco and pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. “It’s fine, Draco. I’m just glad we got this all cleared up.”

Draco gulped and nodded, still slightly unsure. Harry noticed that and hugged him tighter. “I love you, Draco.”

“Love you too.” Draco’s arms tightened around his boyfriend as he pressed a kiss on Harry’s forehead.

@slytherellin I’m sorry for the wait and I hope this is at least a bit like you wanted it. I enjoyed writing it and thank you for the prompt!