#who knew the way to make me like em is to make them doomed

[jinxedeyes]

me in 2017: oh my gooood yugo and amalia are so fkking annoying bro i hate them

tot: don't worry about it i got u

#wakfu #wakfu season 4 #wakfu spoilers #wakfu yugo #wakfu amalia #doodles #never been so into this pairing. so like. congrats tot you did it. you proud now french man #who knew the way to make me like em is to make them doomed

[sardonic-the-writer]

—a text away

SUMMARY | in which you have a habit of blowing up wilburs phone

PAIRING | wilbur soot x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNINGS | none

WORD COUNT | 1.2k+

AUTHORS NOTES | long distance fic. tagging @lyssys @zooone @beep-beep1

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Technology is everywhere these days.

It's the one thing that's almost impossible not to notice anymore. From the stoplights that direct traffic, to the earbuds nestled tight in pedestrians ears as they go about listening to music. Even our microwaves have been a product of humanities thirst for creation. Or maybe it was the thirst for power that spawned that one. You can never decipher the difference between the two these days.

But, you think your favorite bit of technology might be the ability to text your partner. Even when you're sat hundereds of miles away, watching as he livestreams.

"Alright chat—no. No that was not funny. I don't know why I even turned on media share."

Wilbur sat in his studio, cheek smushed up against his foam covered mic as he glanced at the speedy chat screen, looking for a coherent group to words to string together.

"I thought today was a chill day yeah?" He pretended to chastise the people on the other end of the screen, smiling as he went for a sip of water. A bit spilled from his mouth as he attempted to speak again, laughing it off before swallowing this time.

"No making fun of that. An—hold on! Yes it was a laugh, but we're not doing you laugh you lose. I already explained this. It's just a talking day. Don't—don't boo me you hooligans. I could end stream, do you want me to end stream?"

Sometimes being a twitch streamer, eyes constantly looking and expecting you to do something, or slip up, was enough to wear down everyone. Wilbur has had his fair share of bad days, a few of them ending in the thought of him ending streaming completely. But then there were moments like this that countered it, where the heckling didn't really feel like heckling and he could just be comfortable.

"Mods, I gonna need you to ban the next person who says babybur. I am not being a baby. This is—hey! This is not a tantrum! Ban them too!"

It was the times like these, where his face felt sore from smiling for so long, that he really appreciated being able to do what he did for a living. And the best part of it? He had met you along the way.

"No, (Y/n)'s not with me here today." Wilbur was quick to change the topic from everyone spamming babybur to his partner currently overseas. Chat always loved to pester him about you. Not like he cared. After finding out you were okay with him talking about you on stream, he found every excuse in the book to include you into each and every conversation he had, proudly boasting about how much he loves you.

"You guys want to see them again? Yeah, me too. Maybe if their okay with it next time their here, I'll bring em back on for a bit, yeah?" Wilbur already knew the answer before he had even asked it, watching as his chats speed broke the frame rate on his monitor after mentioning it.

A few more minutes of talking passed before he felt the days hours catching up to him. Normally he knew when he was getting tired enough to sign off, but this time it had taken his legs cramping up for him to take the hint.

"Chat I've got to go. And don't say five more minutes becuase the last time that happened you tricked me into staying for an hour more and I was late to a wedding." Wilbur began his wave at the screen, smiling warmly at his camera before clicking the end stream button.

Pushing his chair out, he was quick to stand up and stretch his legs. The office he worked in was great. Most of the time. It would be perfect if not for the fact he was just a little above the height average that the room seemed accustomed to holding.

"Bloody fuck." He sighed.

His phone was quick to be picked up. Wilbur liked to keep it a couple arms lengths away as he streamed. He had most of what he needed at his computer, and his insesent need for doom scrolling was sure to get in the way if he didn't limit himself while live.

However this did seem to get in the way of your equally peristant need for blowing up Wilburs phone like it was the last thing you would ever do.

The line only rung once on your end before you picked it up.

"Really darling?" That was the first thing you heard, your boyfriends warm chuckle following it shortly after. "Fourty eight messages? That's a new record for you."

"I missed you Wil. Plus I was watching this time from my computer. Chat was funny today." Your smile was audible to him, only resulting in him shaking his head with a laugh.

"You think so? All they talked about this entire time was a really sweet and adorable sounding person. Said they wanted to see them again soon. Couldn't recall their name though. Did you happen to catch it?" He teased you, sinking into his desk chair while wiping the edge of his fake glasses on his shirt.

"Did it happen to be (Y/n)." You answered with false curiosity.

"That's it!" Wilbur snapped his fingers even though you couldn't see him. "And honestly I think they're onto something. They sound amazing and I'd really like to see them. Preferably soon?"

You rolled your eyes. He always did this when you were on call. Well, he always did this anyways, not just on calls. You didn't like being away from him anymore than he did. But Wilbur had always been the more antsy one out of the two of you.

"Just a week more Wil and I'll be back at your flat in no time."

"Promise?"

"When have I ever lied to you love?"

"Well—" Wilbur cleared his throat. "—there was that time on Halloween when you said you were going to dress up with me, and when you lied about getting McDonald's without me, and don't even get me started on all the lies you said just to get that suprose party for me organized last year."

"Wow. You must be really proud of yourself for remembering all that Wil."

"I am, actually."

"Do you want a gold star."

"I know you're making fun of my but yes. Yes I would."

He listened as you laughed from the other end of the phone. He couldn't help falling in love with you. It was too perfect, the two of you. Like something out of his own songs. Wilbur wasn't one for the whole soulmates shtick, but he'd be damned if he said you were anything but that. His soulmate.

"I love you so much (Y/n)." He whispered. "And I hate I can't hold you right now. I hate that I can't kiss you and feel you in my arms."

Your laughing had ceased with a soft sigh. You knew what he meant and more. Too many a night you had laid awake, unable to sleep without the feeling of his hands around your waits and hoodie around your torso.

"I know Wil. Just seven more days and I'm all yours."

"Don't forget my gold star." It was quiet, but you still found yourself gently smiling.

"Seven more days, then me and that gold star are all yours."

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[ikemenlibrary]

Night and Light (Ikemen Prince)

Pairing: (mentions of) Licht Klein x MC (Emma) Summary: Nokto only wishes the best for his big brother on their birthday Word count: 1.3k A note from the author: Dusted the cobwebs off of an old fic I started over a year ago, just for a chance to share my love for the Klein boys on their special day. They really do just deserve the best.

Night and Light.

Nokto and Licht.

Two twins who lost their way at a young age. The push and pull between them impenetrable, no matter how hard the other tries.

And believe Nokto, he tried. 

There used to be no use getting through to Licht. Nokto’d make a dumb joke at a meeting between the two factions and look to his other half, hoping to see a hint of a smile on his face. He was always met with an even gaze and downturned lips. If he tried to bribe Licht to have a brotherly chat with him with a plate full of sweets, Licht would accuse Nokto of having an agenda and walk away after grabbing a custard pie. Nokto did have an agenda, of course. But, he really just wanted to get through to his brother. When Nokto was around Licht for too long, he just wanted to grab his older brother by his shoulders and scream that He was hurting too. They should bask in the pain together, and help carry each other's pain. Nokto also knew that doing so was no good; forcing Licht to listen to anything he’s ever had to say only resulted in the black cloud of doom over Licht’s head to darken even more, the thunderstorm brewing more intimidating than any enemy Nokto has ever seen Licht off to face on the battlefield. 

But with Emma, Licht was different. She embraced his darkness, she didn’t try to get him to snap out of it, instead offering to show him everyone who would miss him, if he chose to leave them. Show him the things he was missing, such as love and kindness and sunlight - all things Nokto knew his big brother deserved more than anything. It wasn’t as if Nokto hadn’t tried to offer Licht those things; Emma was just… special. She went about things in her own way.

Nokto adored his sister in law. She was everything both of the Klein boys needed and more. She showed them both patience while they both worked to rebuild their bond, clutching tightly at Licht’s clammy gloved hands and offering Nokto encouraging smiles when Licht wasn’t responding. Thanks to Emma, the relationship had slowly started to regrow between the twins.  It wasn’t without problems though, since Licht knew Nokto loved Emma in his own way, there was tension there when Nokto would mention her unprovoked if they were alone. Licht would get pouty, and it was adorable, and Nokto would laugh carefree like he and Licht used to do when they were children and tease Licht about the fact that he was too easy to rile up. Licht would usually march off at that point, to find Emma and bury his pouty face into her chest, which only made Nokto’s heart swell with even more love for the both of them.

If the light in Licht's eyes went out on that day when they were kids, Emma flipped on the switch, once again bringing brightness to his blood-red eyes.

Nokto was currently being led down the hallway by Emma, Licht at his side. She was pulling them along, blindfolds secured tightly around their eyes as she told them how she planned something special for the both of them. 

“It’s your birthday so you can’t tell me no.” She pouted, tying the blindfold around Nokto’s eyes. It was the late afternoon, Licht was also in the room, and Nokto could hear him shift his weight from one foot to the other.

“I think it’s the other way around, Ems.” Nokto noted, his signature lazy smile falling onto his lips. “It’s my birthday so you can’t tell me no.” And just to get a rise out of Licht, he added: “We’re already off to a pretty good start though. Never knew you were into blindfolding. Pretty kinky if you ask–” Licht smacked the back of Nokto’s head, earning a soft tut from Emma as she pulled herself on her tiptoes to press a kiss to her sweetheart's cheek. “No one asked you, Nokto.”

“Behave boys,” Emma giggled, pulling Nokto up off the side of his bed with one hand, enveloping Licht’s with the other as she pulled them out of the room and down into the formal dining hall.

Light filtered back into Nokto’s blinded vision as Emma’s gentle hands untied the makeshift blindfold. Sitting at the table along Yves, Jin, Luke, and Leon were all of the sweets and pastries either of the twins could imagine. Nokto glanced at Licht, and he looked torn between fleeing, and wanting to sit himself down and indulge in the confectionaries his beloved obviously put her heart and soul into making that night after Licht went to bed.

“So this is where you went last night,” Licht murmured into Emma’s  ear, his arm wrapping around her waist as he led her over to sit at the table. Nokto’s brother was the perfect example of a gentleman, pulling out Emma’s chair and tucking her napkin onto her lap as she blushed. Nokto thought it was adorable that no matter how long they were together, they still made each other blush like it was their first date. 

It made Nokto wish to have something like that someday. 

“Well, happy birthday Licht and Nokto.” Leon mused after Nokto had taken his place at the table as well. “It’s been a while since we had a birthday party here for one of us, but Emma insisted.”

“Yeah, aren’t you two a little old for this?” Yves, haughty as ever remarked, and Emma snickered at his expression. 

“You’re never too old to have a lady dote on you, in fact, the older you get, the better it usually becomes.” Nokto noted, nudging Emma with his elbow as Licht shot daggers at his brother and moved to pull her chair further away from Nokto. 

“Does that mean you have evening plans tonight, Nokto? Because if you don’t, I was thinking we hit up that one tavern in town. You know, that one where I met that lady?” Jin put his hands in front of him, miming squishing, which made Leon and Nokto laugh. Luke was sitting quietly, pouring a little bit of tea into a cup full of honey. 

“Sure, I’ll take you up on that. All my drinks are going on your tab though. Maybe you can find me a nice lady to bring back tonight.” Nokto bit into a dariole - Licht’s favorite - and the flavor exploded on his tongue. “These are really good.” “Thanks Nokto. I made them special for today since I know they’re Licht’s favorite.” Emma remarked, placing her hand over Licht’s bare one that was laying on the table. Idle chat from there ensued, everyone careful not to breach the topic of conversation of previous birthday, instead focusing on the present.

Finally, Licht wiped his face with his napkin, a satisfied look adorning his lips as he stood up. “Thank you all for coming to join me and Nokto for some tea today. It was nice. And... thank you for the birthday wishes.” A small smile crept up on his lips and Nokto had to stop himself from clutching at his heart and exclaiming how cute his little big brother looked at that moment. “And Nokto?” Nokto’s eyes met his mirror, and he felt a similar smile crawl onto his lips. “Happy birthday.”

“Happy birthday, Licht.” He raised his hand in a lazy wave and with their final goodbyes, Licht and Emma were gone. And as Nokto looked out the window of the dining hall, he realized that Licht really took the light with him when he left; the sun had set, and Nokto only hoped that the moon would glow bright enough tonight that there’d be enough light outside for Licht and Emma to make it wherever they planned on going. That thought was enough for him to shove back his chair, and meet Jin’s expectant gaze with his own as he nodded his head and followed their eldest brother out the door.

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[lesbianwriter]

I read this super cool snippet where the reason why a group of pirates survived a siren attack is because they sang back to them. So imagine a villain x civilian scenario where civilian unintentionally saves a group of pirates because her singing voice is just as wonderful as a siren. She is sold to wealthy pirates who use her gift to traverse deadly waters, until one voyage where her voice isnt enough to save one or multiple crew members. They throw her overboard as some sort of sacrifice, only for her to be saved the powerful siren (villain) because she gained her respect.

I know you already wrote siren song so maybe change it up a bit if you want. I really want to see what you do with this idea

Thank you for this ask :), your ideas are so creative and I enjoyed writing this so hopefully I put it to justice lol

Sweat dripped down the side of Civilian’s face. She knew what was waiting for her, and she felt too sick to face it—but she didn’t have a choice.

Captain shoved her onto deck, her knees smacking down to the ground and her palms landing against the splintery wood. She bit back a whimper of pain because the last thing she needed now was more humiliation. Captain then dragged the chain on her wrist and yanked her back up to her feet with a snarl. “Get up!”

The sun beamed down on the crowd of angry, snarling faces already around her. Her voice had saved her many times, from sirens, and had doomed her just as many times, being the reason she was sold to pirates…the problem was that she didn’t know which one this would be. Could she charm her way out of this with honeyed words or would the honey become sticky in her mouth and make her sound like a fool? But her mouth opened and the words spilled out before she could think.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen…I…I—I don’t know what went wrong, but I wasn’t trying to—to sabotage you all or anything—“ Civilian rambled, trying to reason with the scowling faces.

“Our best navigator was drowned by a siren while you were supposed to be saving him, and because of you we are now in the dead center of siren territory!” Captain roared, enunciating his words with a strong shove to her back, making her stumble forward and almost fall again. “We spent a lot of money on you!”

Civilian fumbled for words. “I’m sorry, I don’t know—“ Sometimes words came easy, laced with sweetness, and other times words came shaky and jagged.

Today was not a good day for words.

She looked up at Captain with eyes large as saucers. “I’ll do better.” She swore. “Please, sir…I’ve never failed before, and it won’t happen again.” Maybe she could appeal to the rare but sometimes visible side of him that did like her, that didn’t want to throw her over the side of the ship for siren food.

“It’s too late for that.” As he grasped her shoulder, the rest of the pirates jeered and cheered.

“Wait, wait—please!” The chains tightened around her wrists as she dragged her feet, the waves of blue getting steadily closer. “We’re in the middle of siren territory! How will you make it back to shore without me to protect you?!”

“You’ve already proven to be defective!” A crew member with an eyepatch argued, and the captain nodded in agreement.

“We can distract ‘em long enough with you to sail away!” Another added.

A sinking feeling rose in Civilian’s stomach.

Which she supposed was appropriate because before she could blink, she was suddenly falling, and she didn’t have time to take a breath before she hit the water with a splash and began to sink, the sound of jeering and the sight of Captain slowly fading and becoming distant ripples as her body got heavier…and heavier…and heavier.

…

Her lungs burned.

A fire roared in her throat. She wanted to scream and gasp for air…

She felt so heavy yet so weightless. She itched to swim, to survive, but her body wasn’t moving. The chain around her wrist rippled in the water. She watched it sway, the bubbles rising around it, and as she stared at it, part of her seemed to accept drowning while the other part—her lungs, her throat—screamed to stay alive…

Then, she felt an arm around her waist.

-

-

Civilian gasped and coughed as she hit the sand. Something hit her in the stomach, and a spurt of water spilled from her mouth and burned her throat.

She rolled onto her other side, feeling the sand in her fingers and realizing…I’m not dead. Sucking in each breath as if it were her last—and she nearly had taken her last breath—she tried to think about what had happened, but her brain was all muddled, as if all the sand in her ears had made its way to her brain. She tried instead to check her senses. Civilian could feel the sand and the sun beaming down on her back. She was so soaked that she could’ve laid on the sand for hours in the heat and her clothes wouldn’t dry. And she could smell…fish. She could hear someone’s breathing next to her.

Panting, she turned and saw a siren staring at her, her sharp green eyes trained on the human.

“Why couldn’t you save yourself?”

“W—what?” Civilian coughed again. The siren crawled closer, smacking her in the stomach again. “What are you doing?” She wheezed.

“Doesn’t it help get the water out?”

“It’s…no, It’s not helpful.” Civilian had never been this close to a siren before, and her eyes widened as her eyes met the creature’s. Suddenly, she shrieked and scrabbled back as it hit her: that was a siren. Even more, she recognized that siren.

It was the same one that had drowned the navigator.

The siren smiled, her sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight. “Don’t be scared,” if her smile was meant to be reassuring, all it did was make Civilian’s breath come quicker. “I’m Villain. I’ve heard about you—the human that lulls sirens with her voice.”

“I remember you. You—you killed the navigator.” She remembered those eyes, those emerald eyes and that smirk as she cradled the navigator in her arms and dragged the poor fool under the water.

After the navigator had been drowned, Captain wasn’t immediately mad…annoyed, yes, very much so, but he hadn’t thrown her in chains yet. Though, what tipped him over the edge was when the ship ended up in the dangerous siren territory that even the most ruthless captains avoided. That was when he started to scream. That was when he threw her into the cells and started shoving, kicking and dragging. It was as if he forgot the times when he had tolerated her, maybe even liked her, as more than a prisoner he had bought and instead he cursed her instead as a faulty talisman, a scam, and agreed with the demand of the crew to sacrifice her.

Civilian hadn’t particularly wanted to be with Captain, not as a friend nor a lover, but aligning herself in his good graces had afforded a scant amount of security.

Whenever she had one of her good days where the her voice was laced charms and sweetness, she used it on Captain to try and earn favor.

And this siren had crushed all of that.

How come she hadn’t been able to subdue this siren with her voice? It had worked on every siren before, even if she had to strain her voice or sing louder for some than others, but the fact she never failed is what had made her price so steep when Captain had bought her for protection. What was different about this green-eyed siren?

She cleared her throat, swallowing back a wince at the burning feeling still raging in her throat. “What do you want?”

The siren stopped smiling, peering at Civilian and peeling a piece of seaweed off the human’s shoulder. “I respect you, and you deserve better than being a prisoner in that pirate ship. Don’t you think that too? Or were you having fun wooing the captain?”

Civilian’s face flushed, and she suddenly sat up, spurting more water. “How do you know that?”

“I was watching.” The siren laughed softly, a gentle laugh. “You can’t trust captains, human.”

“And I can trust you?”

“For now.” The siren responded, her head tilted. “I’m Villain. Your name?” Her eyes were piercing. Haunting. Beautiful.

Sirens were deceptive creatures. Gorgeous—so beautiful that illustrations and paintings never seemed to capture their true radiance, no artist able to immortalize the supernatural aura about them—but rotten on the inside and thrice as cunning as any monarch.

Looking away, she cleared her throat quickly. “Civilian. What…what is it that you want from me? You saved me from the pirates, for what? What’s your goal, Villain?” She tried to exhume more confidence than she had. Her voice had failed her enough today, she had to pull herself together and remember her gift.

“I wanted better for you. I respect you, Civilian…you have a special power that I’ve never seen in another human.” Villain replied, her hand brushing Civilian’s cheek softly. “I want to know more about you. Maybe we could even work together…get revenge on your captain, maybe? They bought you and held you as a prisoner, mistreated you when you weren’t perfect, through your overboard for a mistake…”

Civilian panted heavily.

Did she want revenge?

When she thought about it, no, she really didn’t—she didn’t know what she wanted since her entire life since she accidentally saved that one shop years ago was about others, not her. But she didn’t have anywhere to go. No money, no prospects.

Maybe she would work with Villain.

#SORRY I HAVE BEEN GONE FOREVER #civilian x villain #wlw #writing snippet #mermaid x human #thank you anon <3

[bitchsister]

yoyo 😟❤️ i miss eyy so much. i love the curtis bucky and gale that you created. i can only reread chapters sporadically because i love them but they make me so sad. please let eyy bucky and gale dp curtis ❤️❤️ for me… your biggest fan

Okay. OkAYY okay… because they deserve it. And so do you 🫶🏼🫶🏼

🚩: dp. But you knew that

ONCE AGAIN. Edited very quickly as I’m posting this before I literally sprint out of my house & break traffic laws to get to work on time 😭🫶🏼🫶🏼

The ending is @swifty-fox fault!!!!! Not mine!!!!

Rome meant more privacy. Rome meant more time together. Rome meant no impending doom, at least not for a couple days. Rome meant they could play pretend — they could be who they wanted, even if sometimes it felt like they were school kids playing house.

It hardly mattered. Such are the realities of war, of being so far away from home. Any semblance of love and affection wasn’t followed by a careful reminder that they weren’t safe, that they could be spotted.

Behind a locked door in their own apartment is where the three of them existed the same way they would in a dream.

Curt took advantage of this, of course.

He strut around naked whenever he could. He’d parade himself around, fold his washed clothes he’d unclipped from the clothesline in his little tight briefs. He’d take naps in the sweltering heat on their balcony, not a care in the world as to who might spot him.

“Should we wake ‘em?” Gale murmured, a click in his throat when he swallowed.

Curt had fallen asleep on the couch, his towel shucked off of his body from his shower and there he lay, naked and growing harder by the second once he’d turned on his side, his hips rutting against a cushion ever so slightly.

“Dunno.” Bucky murmured, a cigarette between his teeth whilst he watched, free hand thumbing at Curt’s tags around his neck that burned against his flesh. “Fun to watch, ain’t it?”

Gale huffed a chuckle through his nostrils, poking at the grapefruit in front of him with his spoon mindlessly, eyes locked on Curt whose cheeks had gone red just like they did when he was conscious and showing himself off, fingers gripping a nearby pillow, but hardly.

“Think he’s gonna make a mess like this?”

Bucky shook his head.

“Can’t finish.” He looked at Gale who’d grown so flustered. It was almost cute. “Remember?”

“Ah,” Gale clicked his tongue and nodded, scrunching his nose as he scolded himself for forgetting. “Needs us to finish first.” Another laugh forced its way out of him, his spoon heaped with sour citrus and honey shoved into his cheek.

“Think that still applies when he’s sleepin’?���

Gale shrugged. “Guess there’s only one way to find out.”

So, they watched. And watched. It was slow and painful until Curt’s hips found a sleepy rhythm, cock between his belly and the itchy fabric of the loveseat he fit just perfectly upon as he whimpered and groaned, cheek smooshed against the couch while he slept.

“Sounds close.” Gale shrugged, listening to his ragged breaths as a distant church bell tolled in the piazza. Riposso. Shops closed for cat naps or cappuccinos, opening again later in the afternoon — the world around them seemed to still in a split moment.

All that was left was this.

It almost felt like watching a horse race, Gale thought. The same ones his father would place losing bets upon.

“Bet you he won’t.”

Gale didn’t make bets; but this time, he would make an exception.

“Bet you he will.”

Lips tugged into a smirk, Bucky reached his hand across the table for Gale to shake. “What will it be then, Cleven?”

“I want the jam Ruthie sent you.”

Bucky gasped. “The orange?”

“Mhm,” Gale grinned, shoving his spoon into his grapefruit again. “The orange.”

“Fine.” Bucky huffed, eyes trained on Curt again. “I want that maple leaf patch you got from that Canuck at the Cellar.”

Gale groaned, shaking his head with a sigh — quickly, he’d been reminded why he never made bets to begin with. “That’s foul.” He shoved another spoonful into his mouth, mostly honey that time. “Fine.”

Hands were shook in a done deal, eyes flickering back to watch Curt again who rut himself against couch cushions and the air, muttering something as he slept, too quiet to be heard all the way across the room from the dining table where they sat.

“What do you think he’s thinkin’ about?”

Gale shrugged in response, flicking the rind of his grapefruit into the trash. “Can only hope it’s not Hambone or somethin’,” he joked, though he could hardly ignore the way his trousers had tightened as his cock stiffened.

Bucky blew smoke from his nostrils as he chuckled, “Or Chickadee.”

It’d become louder, the moaning. His hips faster, but still sleepy and uncoordinated. His lips were parted, his overgrown curls falling in front of his closed eyes while he whined, “Galey.”

Like he’d been picked out of an audience to get up onto a stage, Gales posture stiffened as if a spotlight had shone itself right onto him. His cheeks flushed as he bit his tongue that held the lingering flavor of honey, cheeks hallowed when he sucked on it.

Bucky didn’t say a word — his gaze trailed from a desperate and very much asleep Curtis to a floundering Gale who didn’t know how to be the center of attention, especially when it’s that of a wet dream.

“Fuck— Bucky.”

A sudden and very welcomed sense of relief washed over him once Curt had uttered a name that was not his own, relieved to feel the intensity of the spotlights glare dim a little once it was spread onto John who sat back in his chair, his thighs spread as he lit another cigarette. “We’re lucky men, you know.” He looked over at Gale again, a smirk playing his lips.

“I —“ Gale’s line of sight flickered toward his kit where the letters he’d gotten from Marge lived, and then back at Bucky again. “I know.”

“I know you know.”

Gale swallowed.

“Do you think Curt knows?”

“Knows what?”

“Y’think that Curt knows that I know that you know?”

The bell tolled again in the piazza, Gale’s shoulders scrunching when he jumped at the sound. “I can’t think right now.” The admission came effortlessly, since he was sure as much was obvious and perhaps that was precisely the reason Bucky was fucking with his head.

“I know.”

Gale groaned, “know what?”

Bucky stood to round the table, standing behind the chair Gale sat in to lean down and whisper to him, “I know.” It cleared up nothing, but the gentle ghost of his breath against Gales neck made him shiver. “I know you inside and out, Buck.” His lips might as well be touching Gales skin, the shivers running down his spine electrifying. “I know you better than you know you — you’re a part of me, after all.”

A voice hardly audible, a breath sucked in before it. “I know.” Gale turned slightly, hoping to catch Bucky’s gaze but he failed miserably.

“Look at our honey,” Bucky placed his fingers on the nape of Gale’s neck, urging him to watch Curt without turning away. “You think he needs some help?”

The bet. The bet. Gale’s forgotten about the bet.

“Mhmm..”

The sound of boots thumping to the floor and trousers being unzipped came from behind him, eyes locked on the little sticky mess Curt had made beneath his bellybutton with his own excitement, wherever his imagination had taken him.

“And,” Bucky pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it over the kitchen tiles. “You think we should help him, hm?”

“Mm… Mhmm..”

Bucky strut himself over to the couch, just a pair of long legs and the sound of Curt’s tags jingling against his chest. “C’mere, you sweet little thing.” He gently pulled Curt up from his spot, waking him only halfway as he slipped beneath his body, Curt lying over his chest instead. “Havin’ a nice little dream, huh?”

Curt’s eyes peeped open, his head lifted from Bucky’s chest slowly to blearily look around the room. “I dunno,” he whispered, brows furrowed with what looked like annoyance. “Woke me up from it.”

He soaked up the rest of the details — his throbbing cock, his thighs that vibrated, the wet mess he’d made over his belly. “M’sorry,” Bucky pushed Curt’s damp waves away from his eyes, “Would ya rather go back to dreamin’? Don’t need the real thing, do ya? Wanna make a mess all over the couch all on your own.”

“No — I-“ Curt rubbed his sleepy eyes, cheeks burning red as he sighed and sat up to straddle Bucky’s waist, looking around the room again as his eyes began to adjust. “Galey,” he blinked, “What is he talkin’ about?”

Gale once again felt the spotlights warmth, harsh and scorching like the suns rays on beach days — instead of speaking, he stood up and walked to the couch, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead and then his cheeks, his chin, his eyebrows, even.

Whilst Gale took care of the kisses, Bucky used that time to gather some of the moisture from Curt’s belly and use it to tease his hole, fingers pushed in right to the knuckle. One at first, and then two — already, he was coming undone.

Eyes closed, whimpers spilling out of him as he rocked his hips back against Bucky’s fingers. “I had a dream that,” Curt gasped softly, gripping onto a couch cushion for stability as Bucky fucked him open with his fingers. “That I had both of you in me. And it felt so good,” he leaned his head back, catching Gales lips with his own. “I never felt nothin’ like that.”

“Too little.” Gale shook his head, certain they’d split him right in half if they dare try anything so absurd sounding. “Wouldn’t that hurt you?”

Curt shook his head, hand wrapping around the back of Gales neck to lick into his mouth. “You worry too much.” He whispered, a gasp following once Bucky replaced his fingers with his cock. “Nothin’ can hurt me.”

“Right,” Gale pulled away, tugging his shirt over his head, his pants pooled around his ankles. “Forgot.”

A dog barks in the distance. A rooster crows, though it’s well into the afternoon — Bucky finds it odd, but he can’t focus on anything other than the feeling of Curt around him, so soft and warm. “Can try it.” Bucky whispered, his hands reaching behind Curtis to spread his cheeks and guide him further onto his cock.

Curt was already stuffing his throat with Gales cock before another world could be spoken — nice and wet for whenever Buck decided to stop worrying about shattering Curt like an expensive piece of China.

It wasn’t long before Gale could hardly contain himself. “M’gonna come if you keep it up, darlin’.” He whispered which had forced Curt to back off of him with an a loud pop, wet lips dribbling down his chin and he grinned.

“Much as I love the way you taste, Galey, I’m tryin’ to make my dreams come true.”

A position redirection was needed and so Curt straddled Bucky’s waist once he sat up, sinking back onto his cock with a subtle hiss through his teeth. “C’mon,” Bucky whispered to Gale, position re-adjusted again so Curt was between them, pliant and already a little ditzy looking. “See if he can take it.”

And, he did.

There were a couple frustrated groans here and there. Another readjustment, and then another. Even a muttering from Gale who wanted to throw in the towel. “Too little, baby. I told you — it’s-“

“Shut up.”

“Ok.”

When Gale finally managed to slip his cock in with Bucky’s, he gasped. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt — so warm, and so tight.

A rhythm was found once Curt had adjusted, taking deep breaths and swapping sloppy kisses with both of them until he began to rock his hips, his chest heaving with stuttered breaths once he’d bottomed out on both of them, blue eyes fluttering behind heavy lids and forced to focus. “Faster,” he begged, a stream of tears rolling down his cheeks. “Fuck me. Please — I can take it, i — I promise”

Bucky lead the way, his hips rutting upward into Curt which had forced Gale to match his pace, their cocks in tandem slamming into Curt who was falling apart, a hand clamped over his mouth to conceal the squeals, the moans, the whines and whimpers. “Look at you,” John could hardly believe his eyes — his angel, his pretty baby. “Just like your dream, ain’t it?”

Curt could hardly form words, let alone remember any. A mess of his own drool, fluttering crossed eyes, a body that was no longer his own.

“I— I’m gonna,” Gale huffed softly, cheeks red, his blonde hair damp with sweat with a heaving chest. “I’m gonna come, Bucky.” His breath quickened, “I can’t — fuck — “

A scorching warmth fizzled into Curt’s belly who sobbed into his hands, the feeling so euphoric he trembled. “Gimme it,” Curt grabbed Bucky’s jaw, spit dribbling from his lips and into John’s mouth, a sloppy kiss followed just after. “Galey — I feel it in my belly —“

A howl came from nearby, too close to be coming from outside.

The familiar scent of freshly spun hay replaced the musky and so fucking addictive smell of them, the thick wet tongue of a Husky that lapped against his cheek to wake him as it did every morning.

John’s eyes cracked open, his heart racing in his chest when he pulled his sheets away to find he’d ruined his underwear. “Christ, Angel.” He mumbled, sitting up slowly to rub his eyes, eyeing the picture he kept of the three of them at his bedside. “Gale. Ya owe me your Maple Leaf, buddy.”

He slung his tired legs over the edge of his bed, the picture he talked to more often than anyone else held in his hands whilst Meatball did circles in front of him, ecstatic that his best friend had finally woke up. “I’d do anything to be where you are.” He looked at them. Their smiles, their eyes that held so much promise of a safe return. A life they’d live together. “I’d do anything.”

#💌 #eat your young #yoyo writes #Curtbuckygale

[laughingsour]

The (Laugh?) Sad Tale of Joy Boy

(Spoilers ahead, don’t read if you haven’t caught up with the manga)

This analysis came about from me remembering the ending of Wind Waker and the line from Amphibia’s true colors: “That’s the thing about friends isn’t it? The more you love ‘em the more it hurts when they go”

I don’t think a lot of people have caught on to the truly heartbreaking irony in the title of Joy Boy. That, despite his cheery name, his story did NOT have a happy ending.

We already know that the 20 kings (and Imu, most likely) won 800 years ago and destroyed most of what Joy Boy and his allies and friends accomplished.

This not only means that the many races of the world were doomed to persecution and racism by humans but it also means that the technology of the world was regressed to the point that they can only begin to catch up after 800 years (and largely because the man responsible is said to be 500 years ahead of his time) and the people don’t even know what they have lost.

Think about it, in the Jaya arc Robin examines a skull from the fallen galleon and deduces that they medically relieved him of a tumor by making a hole in the skull, without anesthesia. It’s a forgotten practice by the present time, but it still proves that medicine had to evolve to resort to less gruesome methods. And in the East Blue they mentioned that scurvy was only recently fully understood. None of these things are an issue for us because of current medical knowledge.

Of course not every technological advancement is good and some of them have actually caused horrific results both in the One piece world and real life. But people have an unfortunate tendency to take for granted the good things science has given us.

Back to the original topic though, if the Ancient Kingdom had won the One piece world would be unrecognizable to the one we’ve come to known. We don’t know how much for the better, but the 20 kings were very much afraid that such a world could have existed and of a man who‘s implied to have had a pretty innocent dream

When someone who doesn’t make sense to the rest of the world appears there’s two things that can happen with them. Either the world destroys them and who they are at their core, or the world is forced to change to make sense of them.

Joy Boy was definitely one such person in the past like Luffy is in the present. But unlike Luffy, when met with the violent nature of the world, he couldn’t beat it because of some cruel twist of fate. (Or perhaps betrayal? I think Imu knew the first Joy Boy or they wouldn’t keep the frozen straw hat).

Even if (when) Luffy wins and fulfills the original Joy Boy’s dream, the original Joy Boy didn’t, no matter how hard he tried.

But the 20 king were still unable to destroy who Joy Boy was at his core: a dreamer. The very reason that he had friends who loved him. And because of that, Joy Boy had to dream even further than thought posible and imagine that someone else would appear in the future who was like him. Surprise, surprise, that came true.

But he still died without fulfilling his promise. And he and his friends, like all people eventually do one way or another, had to part ways.

But no matter how much Joy Boy may think he failed his friends, they love him no matter what and believe in him. And go on to make sure Joy Boy’s dream of a new person like him appearing comes true. (And adopt the name D. as one of their methods?)

Even so, Joy Boy himself lost and his loss is felt by all who knew him because he is no longer there. Which isn’t the same as the memory of a person. Luffy may be the heir of Joy Boy, but he isn’t Nika (or whatever his real name was).

Imagine if Brook didn’t have the Revive fruit. Laboon would have kept waiting for someone who wouldn’t come back; and even if Luffy gave him a new reason to keep waiting, it still would be a very different person than the perverted-dad (skull?) joke telling-musical gentleman that Laboon knew, wouldn’t it? In this regard Brook is luckier than Joy Boy was.

That always was one of the most horrible things about the World Government, thinking people are expendable. They are not. Galley-La couldn’t make a new Going Merry even if they had the original blueprints because the crew that sailed her would notice small things that are not there anymore.

Although his memory and dreams for a new Dawn in the world are very much alive, the fact he lost so long ago after giving it his all cannot be undone. Similarly the 800 years of abuse the Government, the Celestial Dragons and Imu have inflicted cannot be undone either and many people who dreamed to see themselves free did not live to see it happen.

Is it any wonder then that a piece of the Rio Poneglyph, one of the only means of the Ancient Kingdom to communicate and perhaps the most crucial historical document in the One Piece world, is an apology letter from Joy Boy?

His dream will come true after all in such a way that will be mind-boggling to the point of it being funny, no matter what the world has thrown his way, which may be why Roger laughed.

What I mean to say is that I’m sure Joy Boy’s story will be extraordinarily tragic and yet triumphant somehow. And in line with who Luffy is, he’s not unbreakable.

But he’s not finished yet.

#One Piece #joy boy #op spoilers #gear 5 luffy #egghead arc #Luffy #Imu #sun god nika #op brook #As King Daphnes said “This is the only world your ancestors were able to leave you” #“Please…forgive us” #op theory #ohara #gol d. roger #one piece analysis

[avionvadion]

Part Five of "I have no self control so here ya go"

Warning: El isn’t affected by the song magic in Hell/Heaven so she ends up singing whatever songs she knows from her time on earth. In this chapter, it's "Follow Me" and "Can We Make This Work".

They stood in silence for quite some time after Lucifer finished singing, the instruments dying away as softly as his voice. 

When the silence finally broke, it was by the King of Hell himself, who was staring down at the snake tattoo with such conflicted eyes. “I… I can’t act as your husband- contract be damned. But…” He looked at Eleanora, giving her a teary-eyed smile. “I can be your friend. I won’t let anything or anyone in Hell hurt you. Just call my name, and I’ll be there. The pattern on your finger will summon me.” 

“…O-Okay. I, um…” 

Eleanora looked uncomfortable, to Lucifer’s surprise. He watched her shuffle her feet, her cheeks a bright red and her eyes puffy from crying as hard as she did. 

“I can’t… act as your wife, so… that works. I-I can do friendship, though! Friendship is… good. But, uh…” 

“Yes?” He asked softly, squeezing her hands. “What is it?” 

She tugged her hands out of his, covering the tattoo on her left ring finger as she gave him a bit of a dirty look. “Did you have to break my phone!?” 

Ah. Yes. That. “W-Well, I mean, it was clearly hurting you-“ 

“That was my only connection to Earth!” Eleanora cried. Lucifer flinched, lips curling back as he pulled away to rub his neck. “I-I don’t have any other way to see if my siblings are okay!” 

“Chances are you aren’t ever gonna see ‘em again, Ellie.” Lucifer stated, and he tried to ignore the slight guilt he felt upon seeing the sheer pain that flashed across her face. He knew he was being a bit harsh, but it was a truth she needed to come to terms with. God was punishing her for a reason, and that reason was because she was doomed from the start. “It’s… It’s best to forget about them. You can always make a new family down here, like I did.” 

“…Yeah, except, in case you’ve already forgotten-“ She snapped her left hand up, pointing dramatically at her ring finger. “I’m married to you now! You and Charlie are literally my new family!” 

“Ah, yeaaaah, that’s…” Ahem. Whoops. “My bad. I-I phrased things wrong… but hey! It’ll work out! Maybe. Charlie seems to like you well enough.” 

Eleanora froze, her eyes growing wide. She stared at Lucifer in horror. “No… oh, no, no, no! We are not telling Charlie what happened!” She waved her hands in the air, crossing her arms over her chest in an X. “We are not telling Charlie we accidentally married each other!” 

Lucifer thought about it, wondering what the problem was- it was just an accident, these things happen sometimes- before realizing that maybe Charlie wouldn’t take the news of her estranged father unintentionally remarrying to the cute human she took in under her wing when she’s still processing the divorce. 

That isn’t why Eleanora was saying that, of course, but he didn’t know that. 

Lucifer himself also wasn’t taking his divorce well, and remarrying was quite frankly the last thing on his mind, but it just happened and he was going to have to deal with it. Unfortunately, that also meant figuring out what to tell Charlie. 

Dread pooled in the pit of his stomach and he brought his hands up to his face, starting to panic. “So… what? What do we tell her? We just have matching tattoos on our ring fingers? Ha! Haha! Like that'll go over well!” 

“It’s just- It’s just-! Okay, look.” Eleanora ruffled her hair, pacing in circles for a moment, before moving to stand in front of Lucifer, holding her hands out. “Breathe! Okay? We got this. We’ll just… tell her it’s part of the deal we made! Kinda like the pact mark, but it goes both ways!” 

“…It does go both ways.” 

Eleanora paused. “Huh?” 

Lucifer was rather flustered as he grabbed the rim of his hat, trying to hide his face with it. “It’s a… marking forged through a magical contract. Should you call my name, I’ll appear, but… should I call your name… you’ll appear. A two way summon.”  

“…Oh.” She made a face. “Huh. I guess… that makes sense. Okay.” 

“Yeah…” 

“So that’s it then!” Lucifer blinked and lifted his head upon hearing Eleanora’s exclamation, the human clapping her hands together with a big grin. “That’s what we’ll tell Charlie! It’s the result of our deal- so you can summon me whenever you need assistance with… whatever, and so I can summon you if I’m ever about to be attacked! And it’s… on the left ring finger, because it’s closest to the heart!”

She has no idea if that was fact or just a superstition, but that’s what she was going to go with. 

Lucifer was stunned. “Wowie, that’s a… wow. You really just made that super simple.” 

She winked and flashed him another finger gun. “You’re~ welcome! Now, uh…” 

Eleanora sniffled and rubbed at her face, grimacing. 

“You don’t… happen to have a bathroom nearby I can borrow real quick, do you? Charlie and Vaggie will freak if they see my puffy eyes, so~ I’d kinda like to wash my face? Pretty please?” Her gaze drifted to the ground, and biting her lip she knelt down, picking up the shattered pieces of her phone. She choked up when she grabbed the case. It was miraculously undamaged. “Thanks for… not destroying this, at least. It’s…” 

Eleanora lowered her head, a lump caught in her throat. 

“It’s a gift. Was a gift. From… my oldest sister.” She turned the case over, gazing at the blue flowers, white owls, purple berries, and forget-me-nots that decorated it. An emptiness settled in her chest, heart already yearning for the texts she had once dreaded. “I’m still… mad, but… thanks for not destroying this, at least.” 

Lucifer observed her for a moment, before kneeling down beside her. He reached out to pick up a shard of glass, his voice quiet. “Father was punishing you.” 

Eleanora lifted her gaze, curious where he was going with this. 

“You aren’t supposed to be down here in Hell. And then, on top of it all, you made a pact with my daughter… a Hellborn.” 

The devil king shifted the glass between his thumb and forefinger, catching sight of the brunette’s reflection. 

He looked up at her. “Had you been an Angel, Father would have tossed you down here like he did me. But he couldn’t; so, as you’re a human, he went for the next best thing…” Lucifer scooped up more glass and held it out to the woman, who was staring down at it with furrowed brows and pained, understanding eyes. “By tormenting you with what you love most. To make you regret coming to Hell, for not dying upon arrival.”

Eleanora’s lips curled back, her jaw clenching tight, and then she turned away, holding her phone case close to her chest. Lucifer tilted his hand and let the shards of glass fall, before waving a hand and erasing them in a small blast of golden flame. 

He stood, but not without offering a hand out to the woman- who startled and gazed up at him with those big doe brown eyes of her. Lucifer almost found himself getting lost in them until she set her hand in his. 

Snapping out of his daze, he tugged her onto her feet and then turned away, coughing awkwardly into his fist. “So~! Uh… haha… ahem. You wanted to wash your face? This way, Little Blue!” 

“Oi-“ 

“Ellie!” Lucifer quickly corrected himself, marching through the room and towards the intricately designed double doors. Picking up his cane along the way, he waved it and the doors swung open. The short king gestured with a flourish to the hall outside. “Follow~ me!” 

“Follow, follow, follow,” She mumbled, dragging her feet, “but the truth is hard to swallow…” 

“What’s that?” The man asked, beaming at her. 

Eleanora shrugged, looking quite tired. “Just a song.” 

“Ah.” Lucifer brightened. “I like songs!” 

She almost snorted, walking by him and then beside him as he began to guide her through the castle. “Not this one. It’s pretty~ messed up. It’s about a guy in purple who kills a bunch of kids, stuffs them inside animatronic suits, and then dies in a springlock suit himself after their ghosts come back to haunt him.” 

The look Lucifer gave her then, disturbed in every sense of the word, was utterly delightful. He literally leaned away from her to stare at her in horror. “Why were you singing that!?” 

“Because.” She grinned. “It’s called, Follow Me. Also, it’s catchy.” 

He stuck his lips out, scrunching up his face. “I can’t believe we’re married now.” 

Eleanora just held her hands up in the air, before waving them goofily and raising her eyebrows as she started casually singing, back marching a circle around him. “Follow me! Then you’ll see~! Follow, follow, follow, follow, but the truth is hard to swallow~ follow me! Then you’ll see!” She jumped back and pointed at him. “Follow, follow, follow, follow! Follow me, see a nightmare in action!” 

At that last part, she very quickly moved her arms in a robotic dance. Body bent sideways, she looked up at Lucifer, anticipating a reaction, letting her arm swing and hang, and burst into rambunctious laughter upon seeing his dumbfounded expression. 

Hand to her lips, she continued giggling, snorting a couple times in her laughing fit. “Y-Your face-! Pfft- ahaha! Oh, that’s priceless. Ahaha!” 

Lucifer turned around, scowling, tapping his cane against the ground as he walked. “Five minutes in and I already want a divorce…” 

“Ha!” Stifling her laughter, she chased after him. “How do you think I feel!?” 

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes, and despite his better judgment… he smiled. Lucifer’s lips tugged up into a fond grin, and he rolled his eyes at her as they turned a corner. “You’re ridiculous.” 

“Well, shucks, I’m so glad you noticed!” 

“Believe me, I wish I didn’t.” 

“Ha!” 

They walked a bit longer, and then Eleanora’s feet began to slow. Noticing she was falling behind, Lucifer came to a halt. Looking over his shoulder, he paused, turning to see what had caught her attention only to flinch. 

Right. They were in that hall. 

The one where the walls were covered in portraits of him and his ex wife, Lilith. An extremely tall and curvaceous beauty, with long flowing blonde hair and piercing silver eyes. For thousands upon thousands of years they were together, spending an eternity in Hell, serving their unfair punishment together, and now… she was gone. Lucifer was alone. 

“She’s pretty.” Eleanora commented, looking unsure of what else to say. 

Well, maybe not alone, but…

“You’re prettier, though.” 

Lucifer’s eyes went as wide as they could go and he whipped his head around, alarmed and very much baffled by what he just heard. “Excuse me!? Wh-What did you just-!? You did not just say that. Did you?” 

The brunette shrugged, shoving her hands into her pockets so she wouldn’t flail them around while talking. “What? It’s true. She’s gorgeous, buuut…” Eleanora tilted her head, eying him and glancing up at the photo and then looking back at him. ���Not as gorgeous as you.” 

Lucifer gaped. “Do… Do you need glasses?” 

“Um, no. Do you need a mirror?” He just squinted an eye and raised a brow, gazing at her in utter disbelief. Eleanora huffed and let out a sigh, before resting a hand on her waist and moving the other about in the air. “Okay… listen. I don’t… I don’t know what caused the divorce, I don’t intend on asking about it, I know it’s a sensitive subject. But… my good sir, seriously, you are gorgeous.”

She fixed him with a look and Lucifer blinked, taken aback by the intensity of her gaze. He could feel his cheeks burn a little, his heart simultaneously aching and thumping at her next words.  

“If… it was in any way her who brought up the talks first, then… I’m sorry, but she done messed up.” Eleanora gestured to him, baffled by Lilith’s decision. “You’re gorgeous. You also love your daughter- which one would think would be an obvious thing for a father to do, but you’d be surprised, so it’s actually really nice to see and honestly it kinda makes me respect you more, and from what I’ve learned this past week you’re also just a pretty decent person in general. It’s her loss.” 

Lucifer closed his eyes, pain flitting across his features, before he found himself looking up at one of the portraits again. “You say that, but… all I feel is the loss of her. I-“ 

He bit his bottom lip, then sighed. 

“I don’t think this is going to work, Ellie. I don’t…” Lucifer shook his head, turning to face her. “I think… we should forget the contract. I’ll help you survive Hell as long as you help me with Charlie, but… everything else…” 

Eleanora’s brown eyes bore into his for a moment. She slowly looked up at a portrait of Lilith and Lucifer. Her brows furrowed, and she hesitated before looking down at the phone case in her hands. 

Her thumb brushing against the details on the back, she took a deep breath and quietly began, “How could I be~ oh, so naive? Foolishly thinking there’s more to this life for me...”

The devil king snapped his head up, surprised. 

“Two broken hearts… right from the start~ watching the dreams that we have as they fall apart.” Eleanora ruffled her hair, starting to look more at ease with randomly singing as she moved to face Lucifer, lowering her hand and walking over to him only to stop and stand beside him, her back facing his as she cradled the phone case close to her chest. “This will~ never~ work, even trying feels insane…” 

She glanced at him from over her shoulder, and Lucifer’s red eyes widened, growing misty at the pure despair that wrote across her face. 

“This will~ only~ hurt, don’t you feel the same?” 

“…I feel it, too.” He stated softly, singing over his shoulder from beside her. “But what can I do? I’m just the devil who’s trapped in this Hell with you.” At that, a thought came to mind, tearing through the heartache as he observed her and her fragile, barely-held-together self. Lucifer didn’t want the divorce with his ex wife; he still loved her deeply, and it crushed most of what little life remained in him. But Eleanora wasn’t Lilith. “Maybe with time~ something will change~?”

She was a human, but… not a fallen one. 

Perhaps she will be, if things continue as they have and they can’t get her back home. If that’s the case, then she’ll be trapped here forever- just like him- and without a way to break the contract- a way that doesn’t involve hurting his little girl- then divorce wasn’t exactly an option with her. Lucifer and Eleanora would be bound for the rest of eternity- not by love, but by oath.

“Making the best of this might be the only way!” Cane tapping against the floor, hands gripping the apple-shaped handle, Lucifer turned to face the brunette fully, his red eyes lighting up with a determination that wasn’t there previously. “Can we~ make this~ work~?”

At his words, Eleanora turned her head to meet his stare, the pain in her eyes so similar to his own, yet different all the same. When she sang next, it was with him, their voices blending surprisingly well despite Eleanora’s struggle to keep her voice and volume steady enough to match his. “Even trying feels insane!” 

“Maybe,” Lucifer continued, lips curling back, “when it~ hurts…”

“We’ll be worth the pain!” 

No sooner had they finished the line did Eleanora storm past him, hands moving about in a frustrated fashion, her right one gripping the phone case tight. 

A desperation rooted itself in her voice, followed closely by a barely restrained anger. “There are too many questions~! Too little time! Too much to ask for~ the rest~ of my~ life!” 

“It’s a mountain~ too high to climb!” Lucifer agreed with her, watching her as she paced the hall and stopped, her back facing him once more- yet, this time, the devil king wasn’t turned away from her. Lucifer was looking right at her. “Too many voices~ filling me with doubt~! Can you hear them now…?” 

Eleanora lowered her head, letting out a defeated sigh, before looking back at the short king. “It’s hard to have faith…“

“It’s hard to believe~!” Lucifer sang, slowly walking towards her upon seeing her completely turn around, her feet walking in time to the beat as they approached one another. When their gazes met, a mutual kind of misery was realized, the empathy they held for each other far stronger than it should be due to their unique situation. 

Together, they sang, “Our future holds more~ than what we can see!” 

“We have to trust,” Eleanora lamented, “what we don’t understand…” 

Lucifer and Eleanora stopped directly in front of one another, disdain for their fates clear in their voices. “It could be a part of God’s plan!” 

“Can we~?” Lucifer gripped his cane tightly with both hands, lips pulling back in a tight frown.

Eleanora’s eyes welled up with tears. “Can we~?” 

“Make this~!”

“Make this~!”

“Work? I know trying feels insane!” 

Lucifer hesitated, then offered out a hand towards the brunette, who startled at the sight of it. She clearly wasn’t expecting him to reach out to her first. “Maybe~?”

“Maybe…” She hesitantly reached out, resting her hand in his. 

“When it~!” His fingers coiled around hers, squeezing them gently, and Eleanora inhaled sharply. 

“When it…”

“Hurts~!”

“We’ll be worth the pain!” 

The human woman lifted her head, her gaze meeting Lucifer’s own, and a silent conversation passed between them, an understanding of each other’s situation and the feelings they held towards it settling in their hearts. Eleanora’s lips curled back, and Lucifer offered her a small, if not pitiful, smile. 

“Can we~ make thiiiiiis~ woooork~?” They asked, staring into each other’s eyes, searching for some kind of sign. “Can we~ make thiiiiis~ wooooork~!?” 

Eleanora ended the song a little bit earlier than Lucifer, unused to holding such long notes, and she breathed heavily as he softened his gaze and smiled at her, his expression sad yet accepting. 

She froze when he tugged her forward, wrapping his arms around her in a sudden hug. 

Her senses were immediately bombarded with the scent of coffee and sweets- specifically, something almost like… caramel popcorn? Or, wait, no- caramel apples, maybe? He was eating caramel coated peanuts earlier. 

She kind of liked it. 

Oh, wait, frick- hug! 

Does she hug back? She probably should, shouldn’t she? 

A little confused and more than just a bit awkward at the abrupt embrace, Eleanora tentatively wrapped her arms around the King of Hell’s waist and tensed, freezing up when she felt him bury his face in the exposed curve of her neck. She could feel what she was certain was tears against her skin, his hair tickling her skin just slightly. Lucifer was holding her so tight she knew there’d be no pushing him away. 

But… 

She didn’t really want to push him away.  This feels like something she definitely shouldn’t be doing, but… it was nice. Warm. Eleanora sorely needed a hug, and while she was fond of Charlie and Vaggie they just… didn’t quite understand. Lucifer did, though. He’s gone through the same thing. And… he clearly needed a hug just as bad as she did. 

His waist was much more snatched than she was expecting, but she coiled her arms around him and his back and gave him a firm squeeze, curling her lips back as she rested her head against his. Her voice was weak as she choked out, “You smell like candy.” 

“You smell like the hotel.” Was Lucifer’s strangled retort, the man barely able to make himself speak. “Those rooms are in serious need of a good clean.” 

“Oh, thanks!” Eleanora laughed, hiccuping a little in her emotional state. She felt him hold her tighter, and she rested her chin on his shoulder. “I don’t wanna smell like an attic, either, y’know. Charlie worked real hard to get the hot water running. Just be glad I can shower.” 

“Hmph.” Lucifer held onto her for a minute longer before begrudgingly letting go, pulling back and rubbing his eyes, not quite meeting her stare. “You’re ridiculous.” 

She just grinned, leaning over with her hands on her waist. “Says you! You’re totally quackers!” 

Lucifer froze, the joke taking a second to register, and when it did he looked up- not at all bothered by how close their faces were, although Eleanora’s face was a bit pink upon noticing after he turned to face her. His lips tried to tilt downwards, but in the end they spread in a large toothy smile, his fangs in full view. “Ha! That one was actually good!” 

“So you’re finally acknowledging I’m hilarious?” 

“Oh, well, I wouldn’t go that far.” He teased, waving his cane and tapping her shoulder with it before walking through the hall again, the brunette following after him. “I still think you’re just a touch off.” 

She made a face. “Bah. You’re just jealous of my incredible puns.” 

“Mmhm.” Lucifer raised his eyebrows, thoroughly amused, glancing to the side to see her walking beside him. “If that’s what you want to believe, I’ll allow it.” 

Eleanora sputtered, but wasn’t able to come up with a retort before Lucifer came to a halt in front of a pair of very elegant double doors that had a golden apple engraved in its wood. She looked up at it with big eyes, as if finally remembering she was in the King of Hell’s castle, before looking at the devil himself when he snapped his fingers, facing her with a grin. 

“Here ya go, Ellie. I’ll, uh… wait for you out here.” 

“I’m just washing my face.” She said, furrowing her brows, before watching as he stepped to the side and leaned against the wall, cane held with both hands. “...O-Okay. Thank you. I’ll… try to be quick.” 

He nodded at her, and Eleanora entered the massive bathroom, closing the doors behind her. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, leaning back against the doors as she pressed a hand to her chest. 

Eleanora needed to calm the frick down. Taking a few deep breaths, she lowered her gaze to the case in her hand, her lips drawing into a thin line. Heart dropping heavily into her stomach, she sighed and tucked it into her pocket, slowly coming to terms with the fact that she wouldn’t be able to read anymore of her siblings messages. 

It had been… cruel of Lucifer to break her phone without asking her, but she understood why he did it. 

Reading them, day after day, was eating away at her, threatening to break her mind and crush her spirit. By breaking the phone, Lucifer was sparing her from further torment- saving her from the day the messages would stop appearing. It was a mercy. A cruel mercy, perhaps, but… still a mercy. 

She dragged her feet over to the ridiculously fancy sink and turned on the faucet, holding her fingers under it and waiting for the water to heat up. The brunette splashed her face and rubbed her eyes, sniffling, only to pause and lift up her left hand, eying the snake and thorny ring that had coiled around her ring finger. 

I’m… never going to make it back home, am I? 

Eleanora is going to be trapped in Hell forever. Even if she somehow made it back home, she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone what happened- or what she’s been through. Her parents would either disown her or toss her to a mental hospital, and her siblings would just think she had been so traumatized she started making up stories in an attempt to rationalize what happened to her. 

I… behaved all my life. Sure, she may have been a bit angry as a child due to the mistreatment she suffered at the hands of her relatives, but she’s never hurt anyone. She never hurt herself. I didn’t drink, I didn’t… do drugs, I never… did anything. 

Yet she’s now married to the devil. 

She’s now living in Hell. 

Eleanora genuinely has no idea where she went wrong. 

Is it… because I did no wrong? 

Like Lucifer had said, others made their choices and now the two of them are stuck here in Hell. They might have made a couple mistakes along the way, but they never did anything wrong. Not really. He had been looked down upon, dismissed, abandoned, and when he tried to prove his ideas had merit Heaven completely discarded him. Eleanora was just existing, barely living day-to-day as her health issues brought her down, simply trying to keep breathing. She didn’t give into pressure or greed. She merely… existed.  

Vaggie said… it was a reverse summoning circle, so… 

Sure, she may not have been a saint, but she may have been just Good enough that things backfired on her, dragging her down here. The demon spun a roulette wheel, and of the Good humans it was Eleanora that got shot out and dropped into Hell. 

I need another look at the contract. 

Eleanora splashed her face one more time, trying to rub the puffiness out of her eyes, before drying off her face and taking a deep breath, gathering her courage to go back outside. She closed the doors behind her as quietly as she could, nearly jumping at the sight of Lucifer staring at her, the man having stood up straight when he saw her walk out. “I-I’m done. You… wanna go wash your face, too, or…?” 

He blinked, then gave a tired shrug, letting out a small yawn as he walked by her to enter the bathroom. The doors closed, and then about two minutes later he walked back out, fixing his hat. “Let’s go back to my office. We still have some things to talk about… I think.” 

“You mean about the contract?” 

Lucifer waved a hand. “We need to go over it closely. Figure out what all the rules are.” 

Ah.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much what I was thinking.” She folded her arms over her chest as she walked with the short king, tilting her head thoughtfully. Lucifer looked oddly amused when he glanced over at her. “I thought it sounded a little weird when I read it, but I thought maybe I was just overthinking it? Because, like, I mean, how would I know how magical contracts work? But nope! It was weird! And now we’re… here.” 

Eleanora gestured to the two of them and huffed. 

“I wanna know exactly what the terms are. We’re gonna have to read this bull in the most literal sense ever. I think I know which line screwed us over, too!” 

“Ooh~!” Lucifer let out a small whistle and eyed her closely, intrigued. “Do you?” 

“Yeah.” She nodded, movements stiff but firm. Eleanora was confident in her theory. “It’s the one where you said I’d help you look after Charlie. I think you combined it into one sentence with the whole “providing me a comfortable life” bit. Oh! Wait! We’re here! Let’s go, let’s go!” 

Eleanora rushed forward upon spotting familiar doors, pulling one back by the handle and keeping it wide open for Lucifer, holding an arm out and gesturing with a bow and a flourish for him to enter. 

“Your~ Majesty!” 

The blond king laughed, grin a little crooked as he dipped down and tipped his hat at her. “Why, thank you! How kind of you, Miss Ellie.” 

“Aw, shucks.” She waved a hand at him, acting like she was super touched by his words. “Just happy to help.” 

Lucifer snickered, and Eleanora joined in on the laughter as she followed him into the room. To her surprise, he proceeded to pull out a chair for her to sit down in, now choosing to be the one to gesture dramatically to the seat. “M’lady.” 

Eleanora feigned a gasp, fanning her face and walking over to sit in the seat, praying her theatrics disguised how flustered she actually was at him joining in with her silliness. “My good sir! What a gentleman! Truly, such a fine specimen of man you are.” 

“Specimen!?” He choked, a strangled laugh on his lips. “Goodness, I’ve never heard that saying before!” 

“Wait, really?” Eleanora watched him take a seat across from her, Lucifer snapping his fingers and preparing them another pot of fresh hot tea. She watched with big eyes as a kettle appeared and began to boil in midair, before pouring into the tea leaves and filling the elephant teapot in a matter of seconds. With a wave of his index finger, the kettle vanished and the teapot landed on the table, and then he was pouring her another cup. “I mean, I guess that makes sense…” 

Lucifer hummed, handing her the saucer and cup, before pouring himself a cup and adding a few sugar cubes and some milk into it. “Does this have something to do with the men in your country being, ah…” He scrunched up his face, lifting his cup to his lips, setting his cane to the side and wiggling his fingers at her. “”Morons and playboys”, was it?” 

“And creeps.” She added, awkwardly taking a few sugar cubes for herself and stirring them in. Eleanora refused to meet his gaze. “Abusive jerks who like to manipulate and torment and cheat on their partners. It’s a whole thing. Anyways.” 

Eleanora tapped the spoon against the teacup to get rid of the last few droplets before setting it down on a napkin, looking up at the devil king with a blatantly forced smile. 

“The contract?” 

Lucifer waved his hand and the contract appeared in a burst of golden light. It floated onto the table. Eleanora was quick to get up and move so she could stand beside a surprised Lucifer, figuring they should read it together. 

“Dadada~ uh-huh…” The brunette leaned over the table, much like she had done when she was helping him at the desk yesterday when he was trying to write the letter for his daughter. Lucifer tensed, eyes wide at the close proximity and the view of her exposed neck and collarbone. 

It baffled him how unaware she seemed to be of her own attractiveness, because she had absolutely no qualms getting so close to him and posing in such ways that would tempt a lesser person. 

Lucifer forced himself to turn his head and watch as she ran a finger across the parchment. “Aha! Knew it! See here?” 

He blinked and sat up a bit straighter, leaning forward to read the line she was pointing at. 

“”For as long as the human, Eleanora, remains in Hell, she shall help Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell, look after his daughter, Charlie Morningstar, and he shall guarantee her safety and make her life as comfortable as is within his power”.” 

Lucifer squinted, frowning deeply. He looked up to see Eleanora leaning against the table, one hand on her hip while she raised her right index finger in the air, looking quite proud that her theory was right. 

“I mean, the phrase, “help him look after his daughter”?” She said, raising her brows. “Practically screams co-parenting. Who usually co-parents? Married couples! Not to mention the whole, ”make her life as comfortable as is within his power” bit. Might as well just be inviting me to move in with you! Y’know. Like a man would his potential wife?” 

“And… you didn’t think to mention any of this when I asked you to read it?”

Eleanora faltered then, her cheeks burning red, and she stammered, looking quite embarrassed and a little ashamed of herself. “I-I told you, I thought it was weird but-! I don’t know! How was I supposed to know it’d screw us over!? Besides, you’re the one wrote it!” 

“You could’ve said something!” He exclaimed, standing up, his palms against the table. 

“L-Like what!?” Eleanora demanded, leaning back, mildly intimidated when he moved closer, his right hand rather close to her hip. “”Hey, Mister King, this contract sounds like you’re asking me to marry you”!?” 

Lucifer sputtered. His porcelain white face was red. “I-It- yes!? No!? Maybe! Just… something!” 

“Okay! “Hey, Your Majesty”!” She turned to face him, sarcasm dripping from her tongue in her frustration, her stress getting the best of her after the day she’s had. The woman stepped closer so their chests were almost touching. It was Lucifer’s turn to lean back, flustered by the proximity. “”Maybe you should rephrase that statement! It sounds suspiciously like a marriage proposal”!” 

“It wasn’t intentional!” Lucifer’s voice raised in a panicked growl, and Eleanora yelped when she found herself being pinned against the table, the King of Hell having lunged forward, his irises flashing yellow and his sclera red. 

His hands on either side of her prevented escape, and she struggled to remain standing, elbows propped up and her poor feet forced on their toes. Eleanora was breathing heavily, chest heaving as she gazed up at him with big eyes. 

Lucifer’s face was as red as her own, one of his legs having gotten tangled between hers from the sudden movement. For as close as they’ve gotten while singing, it had never been quite like this. “I… I was just…” 

Fuck. 

Lucifer blinked, realizing he could feel the heat from her body radiating against his and what position they were in. His mouth felt dry, and it took all his self-control to keep his eyes focused on her own. It truly felt like another type of punishment, he must admit, after being alone for so long and suddenly tossed into a situation like this. He was depressed, he was lonely, and while he wanted to find a friend in this human there was no denying he wanted her. 

There was no love here- a growing fondness, perhaps… but not love. What Lucifer felt was pure lust. A desire for touch and for contact. To have this human for himself, and to bask in the warmth and comfort she gave. 

And he hated himself for it. 

“D-Distracted…” 

He was supposed to be the sin of pride, yet so much of his pride has been crushed, and now he’s fallen so low, so desperate for affection and attention, that he’s lusting for this random human who fell into his accursed home and whom he ended up trapped in a marriage contract with. 

Oh. 

Did Lucifer do this? Was it actually intentional? 

Maybe not to the point where he wanted them to be bound together in marriage, but intentional enough so he could keep someone by his side? He didn’t think much of Eleanora when they first met, other than finding it absolutely ridiculous that a human ended up in Hell, but she always answered his calls no matter the time of day and always answered his questions. She offered him advice, and even after he abducted her in a panic she genuinely tried to help him. 

She comforted him, encouraged him, and gave him confidence when he wanted to run away. 

After Lucifer went home, the letter delivery and even dinner with Charlie going well, he immediately started trying to set things up for the human woman- absorbed in the distraction and lost in the work. He spent all night trying to figure out how to set up the room for when Charlie came over, and whether or not he should make a contract with Eleanora to guarantee her safety. 

He had been so tired when he called the human the next morning, but was so delighted when she picked up. 

All he could think about while writing the contract was how much he was starting to enjoy having company again, and how he wanted it to last. How he was… dreading sending her back to the hotel. 

Her stare had been so intense, too, watching him closely as he spoke and wrote the details of their deal. He found himself saying some rather flirtatious things in his exhaustion, not really thinking it through, simply lost in those big doe brown eyes of hers. 

Now she was… trapped. 

Lucifer trapped her. 

Shit. 

He opened his mouth to speak, but found his voice had left him. Eleanora was frozen beneath him, practically holding her breath as she waited to see what he was going to say or do. She was like a deer cornered by a giant serpent, caged in its massive tail and staring down its fangs, eyes wide, preparing herself to face whatever fate was in store for her. 

She claimed he was one of the “good ones”, but… 

Was he really? 

Lucifer forced himself to pull back, movements stiff and awkward as he lifted his hands and stepped back. “F-Forget it. I didn’t- ahem. How would you know? Haha! You are just a human. You wouldn’t know how deals o-or magic or… about how anything works down here, really!” He rubbed his neck with one hand, and fiddled with his bowtie and collar with his other. “S-So, forget about it. It’s fine. We’ll… make it work. Somehow. A-As friends or… otherwise.” 

“O-Okay…” Eleanora’s voice squeaked, and Lucifer’s gaze immediately shot over to look at her from the corner of his eyes. She cringed, but there was no hiding the way her face had flushed all the way to her ears. He could see her worrying her bottom lip, and he tried to ignore the thought he had of biting it himself. “F-Friends… work.”��

Right. Yeah. 

Lucifer gave another stiff nod. He made a mental note to take a cold shower later. The short king flashed her a weak smile. “Friends!” 

“Um… I’m… gonna read the rest of the contract now.” She picked it up, reaching behind her, hands shaking just slightly, and she forced her legs to walk her around the table back to her seat. Eleanora hunched over, clearly trying to hide her red face as she read. 

Lucifer took his own seat, picking up his cup of tea and sipping from it quietly, mentally scolding himself and resisting the urge to smack himself upside the head. 

“...Well, damn.” Eleanora suddenly cursed, startling him. When the devil king looked at her, he saw she was keeping her gaze focused on the writing. “From the sounds of it, I have to answer every single question? Not just ones about Charlie?” She looked up at him with disturbed eyes. “Quick! Ask me something I wouldn’t want to answer. N-Nothing weird, though!” 

Lucifer furrowed his brows and thought about it. He set his cup down, leaning forward with his elbows on the table and lacing his hands together under his chin. A mischievous grin spread across his lips. “What’s your honest opinion of me?” 

“Of you?” She echoed, surprised. “Well, I-” 

Eleanora froze, her face burning as red as the apple on his hat, before she smacked her hands over her mouth. The words that came out were muffled, and Lucifer clicked his tongue. She looked like she regretted ever telling him about this. “Repeat that, would you? Pretty please.” 

Her words were still muffled by her hands.  

“Ellie…” Lucifer reached to the side to pick up his cane, and he reached out to tap her arms, pushing them to the side. Eleanora looked horrified, but Lucifer was amused. “What’s your opinion of me?” 

The brunette’s lips curled back. “Y-You’re…” 

“Mmhm~? What am I?” 

She was definitely swearing at him in her mind. “A… d-dilf…” 

Lucifer blinked. “A what?” 

“A dilf. Wait, no!” Eleanora smacked his cane away, looking at him with slight fear as she curled up in the chair, contract resting on the table. “Don’t ask what that is! I don’t wanna say it!” 

He made a face. “Well, now I’m curious.” 

“G-Google it after I leave!” 

“Hrm…” Lucifer stuck out his lips in a pout. “Keep reading the contract, then. I’ll sit in suspense.” 

She was so relieved, she slumped in her chair like her soul had left her body. “Oh, thank god…” 

At that, Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “I beg your pardon?” 

“Huh?” Eleanora looked confused. “Oh, thank god?” 

Lucifer tapped his cane loudly against the floor and she jumped, very much alarmed by the glare he was now giving her. “What does “dilf” mean?” 

“Dad I’d like to fuck.” She stated immediately, not missing a beat, having not been expecting the question. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull, and Eleanora’s face burned such a hot red he was surprised it didn’t melt. The human shrieked, jumping onto her chair like a gremlin, hugging it like a lifeline. Tears were welling up in her eyes from sheer embarrassment. “Nooooo! No! What the fuck!? Fuck! No! Shit, damn it, why!? Why would you ask me that!?” 

Well, Lucifer feels less bad about his lustful thoughts now. “You thanked God.” 

“What!?” 

He narrowed his eyes at her, his sharp-toothed smile widening as he leaned forward. “I’m the one who pardoned you from having to answer the question. Not my father. You should be thanking me.” 

“...What the hell, man?” 

Lucifer’s grin just glinted dangerously, and Eleanora found herself swallowing thickly, leaning away as much as she could without falling out of her seat or tilting the chair over. The King of Hell had half a mind to lay her across the table and make it so only his name would leave her lips, to where he would be the only person or thing she could think about or thank, but he had a feeling she wouldn’t particularly like that. “As punishment, I decided to make you answer it after all.” 

“You’re insane.” 

“Not as insane as the one who wants to fuck the devil.” 

Her face burned once more and she shrieked, waving an arm in the air as if to ward him off. “It was a figure of speech! I didn’t mean it literally! It’s just a phrase! A… A description! Why would I wanna f-fuck… you?” 

She buried her face in her hands, growing more flustered the longer this conversation went on, unable to look him in the eye. She could barely even get the sentence out. 

It was absolutely adorable. “Do you wanna fuck me?” 

“Yes…” She mumbled, only to shriek and point at him angrily. “No! Gah! Stop it! Fuck you!” 

Lucifer hummed, leaning back in his seat, eying her up-and-down as he folded his arms over his chest, one hand to his chin, the man tossing one leg over the other. Lucifer smirked, splaying his fingers over his lips suggestively, letting his forked tongue poke out from behind his deadly sharp teeth. “If that’s what you want… I wouldn’t be opposed. I think you might like what I have to offer.” 

“...Huh?” It took a second for his words to register, and when it did she seemed to have calmed down, as if his words had set off a switch that rid her of her awkwardness and instead filled her with annoyance. While she was clearly flustered and deeply affected by his words, her face practically resembling a tomato, it was as if she didn’t believe him, like she doubted he would actually want to be with her. “I will throw this tea cup at you.” 

Lucifer raised a brow, almost pouting in his disappointment. “Seriously?” 

Eleanora scowled. “I threw rubber ducks at you before, and I’ll throw them at you again. I’m not afraid to toss the tea cup at you either. It’s not like it’s super hot anymore! Don’t test me.” 

His brow raised even higher. “What, you wouldn’t throw the tea at me if it was hot?” 

“Obviously!” She looked at him like he had grown a second head. “I don’t wanna hurt you, I just wanna…” 

The human held her hands up, strangling the air. 

“I wanna throttle you a little! Smack ya around a bit. But like… not in a hurtful way? Anyways!” Deciding to ignore him, she picked up the contract she had dropped. “We’re apparently married and I have to answer every question. Fine. That’s fine. What else?” 

‘For as long as the human, Eleanora, remains in Hell, she shall help Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell, look after his daughter, Charlie Morningstar, and he shall guarantee her safety and make her life as comfortable as is within his power. She is to answer every question, and come to his abode when called. Likewise, should she ever be in danger, all she must do is call for Lucifer Morningstar and he shall be immediately summoned to her side. 

The human, Eleanora, is to help Lucifer Morningstar whenever he is in need. Should the human, Eleanora, ever lose control or harm Lucifer Morningstar’s daughter, Charlie Morningstar, then the contract becomes void, and Lucifer Morningstar may punish the human, Eleanora, however he wishes.’

-LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR, ELEANORA QUINCE

“I think… it looks fine?” She read it over thrice more, just to be sure. “First sentence is the marriage bit, then the second one blatantly states I have to answer every question. Third one says all I have to do is call for you and you’ll show up. Call for me and I’ll show up. Um… I guess the only other thing that could be concerning is the “help Lucifer Morningstar whenever he is in need” bit, but I don’t know how that could be weird. It’s literally just if you need help with something.” 

Eleanora set the contract down, sliding it over for the King of Hell to look at. 

He picked it up and read it a couple time, tapping his index finger against his lips, before he shrugged and tossed it in the air, letting it poof back into wherever it was being held for safekeeping. “So~ you got the bad end of the deal. Heh, told you to be careful.” 

“I don’t want to hear that from the guy who trapped himself into remarrying.” She retorted harshly. 

Lucifer winced. “Touché…”

A heavy silence passed over the table then. Neither Lucifer nor Eleanora could bring themselves to look at each other. 

“So~!” He awkwardly began. “Do you, um… just have this thing… for dilfs?” 

She choked. “Technically.” 

That piqued his curiosity. Lucifer turned to face her. “Technically? What’s that mean?” 

“Well, they’re… normally…” Eleanora cringed, moving her hands slowly as she spoke. “...fictional?” 

Lucifer blinked. “Ah.” 

“Mmhm. My eldest sister likes to date single fathers, though. Didn’t realize it was a genetic thing. Guess it’s proof we’re siblings! Haha…” 

More silence. 

Eleanora decided to grab one of the mini sandwiches that were still on the tiered tray, snacking on them. “These are good.” 

“Hm? Oh, yes!” He was relieved, realizing she was trying to break the uncomfortable atmosphere. “Fairly simple, though.” 

“I like simple.” 

At that, Lucifer looked at her again. She didn’t wear makeup, and her outfit- while nice and very effective- was quite plain. There were no accessories or jewelry either, save for the wrist brace on her right hand which hid her pact mark. Eleanora did not try to embellish her appearance, nor make herself stand out. She’s foregone all luxury in favor of practicality. 

But perhaps that was part of where her beauty lies- like a dandelion among a field of roses. Overlooked, but impossible to ignore once noticed. 

Lucifer found himself letting out a small chuckle. His eyes crinkled, and Eleanora startled at the smile he sent her.  “That’s where we differ, I believe.” 

Suddenly, music began to fill the air; different from the kind that would play when a denizen of Hell would start to sing. It was more like a recording, the sound very reminiscent of what you might hear at a circus, and Eleanora watched with raised brows as Lucifer jumped in his seat, fumbling to pull his phone out of his pants pocket. 

“D-Daughter?” He stammered, reading the name on the screen. “Daughter! Daughter calling! Ahhh! Uh, um, uhhhh, ahhh!” 

He looked at Eleanora with pleading eyes, and she made a face, exasperated. She held out her hand. Lucifer practically tossed the phone at her. She swiped her thumb across the screen to answer it and put it on speaker, setting it on the table. 

“Dad!” Charlie cried out, sounding frantic. It gave the unintentional newlyweds a sense of deja vu. “Have you spoken with El today!? She’s not with you again, is she!? She was supposed to wait at the hotel, but Vaggie and I got back and she wasn’t here, and she’s not answering her cell! None of my calls are going through! I don’t know what to-” 

“O-Oh, sweetie, hey! Hi! Hello.” Lucifer cringed, his smile completely and utterly stressed as he moved around the table to stand beside Eleanora, leaning over to speak into the phone. “Yeah, uh, there was an… accident with her phone, so she’s going to need a new one. Haha. Whoopsie~! These devices are just so fragile, I mean- really, who designs them?” 

“So… she is with you!?”

“She’s with me.” He confirmed, turning to grin awkwardly at the brunette. “Say hi, Ellie~!” 

Eleanora leaned forward, waving at the phone despite knowing the blonde couldn’t see it. “Hi, Charlie~!” 

“Oh my goodness!” Charlie let out a loud and very dramatic breath of relief. “Oh, you’re okay! Oh, hoh, phew… girl, do NOT scare me like that! Please message me when you go to hang out with my dad! Wait… you were… hanging out with my dad. Again?” She gasped excitedly. “Are you-” 

“No!” Eleanora was quick to deny any and all claims, ignoring the confused look Lucifer was giving her. “Nothing like that! We were just… discussing the deal. We made a contract!” 

“Uh-huh. Suuuure~!” 

“Charlie-” 

“Anyways, you won’t BELIEVE this, El! Vaggie and I actually found someone!” 

“...Huh?” Eleanora looked just as baffled as Lucifer did, the man clearly having believed Charlie wouldn’t have found anyone at all. “Who?” 

“Okay, so, um, first of all; his name is Angel Dust! His… profession may make you a little uncomfortable, so fair warning…” 

Eleanora and Lucifer both looked at each other and then back at the phone. The brunette tilted her head. “What’s his profession?” 

“He’s a porn star.” 

“...Oh!” Not what she was expecting, but alright. “I mean… he’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. If he enjoys his job, even better. As long as he doesn’t try anything with me, we’re good.” 

“Wow, not the response I was expecting! I knew you were open-minded! Anyways, he’s here at the hotel with us right now! Vaggie is currently showing him to his room. He has this super cute pet demon pig named Fat Nuggets-” Eleanora snorted, and Lucifer stifled a snicker. “-and he promised to quit drinking and taking drugs while he stays here! I think he’s really sincere about redeeming himself, you guys!” 

Lucifer made a face. “Oh, I’m sure he is, sweetheart.” 

“What… What’s with that tone of voice? You don’t think he means it?” 

“I don’t think there’s a Sinner in Hell that truly wants to redeem themselves.” He stated calmly, sounding almost condescending as he did so. “But I’m sure this one wants to.” 

Charlie sounded hurt- and just a bit peeved. “He does! Just you wait! I’ll prove it to you.” 

“Mmhm. Sure thing, sweetie.” 

“El, you still there?” 

Eleanora sent Lucifer a stern frown, which he ignored, before turning back to the phone. “Yeah, I’m here. I can’t exactly leave without help.” 

“Fair. Um… I-I haven’t.. told Angel Dust about you yet; it’s kind of a sensitive subject, having a human in Hell. So… I was thinking… maybe… could you stay at Dad’s for a couple days? Just until he’s settled in and I’ve been able to check to make sure he’s quit the alcohol and drugs? I want to prepare him for you first and… make sure you’re prepared for him.” 

“Uh…” She glanced at the short king standing beside her, who seemed to have short-circuited at Charlie’s inquiry. “Your… Majesty?” 

“Huh? Oh!” He jolted, snapping out of his daze, and he focused on the phone. “Um, what was that?” 

“I was asking if El could stay with you for a couple nights?” 

“That! Ha! Haha!” Lucifer scooped the phone up, chuckling nervously as he began to march around the table, only to stop behind Eleanora, resting a hand on the back of the chair she was sitting in. “I mean, since you’re asking me, Charlie, how could I say no!? Uh, but… the guest rooms aren’t really… ready. I mean, it’s been a long time since I’ve had guests over! Especially for the night!” 

“I know, Dad, but… I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t really important. I want to make sure she’s safe.” 

His expression softened. “Sweetheart…” 

“Please, Dad? You have a sofa in your room, don’t you? She can sleep there!” 

“My… My room? Charlie, haha, I don’t- ha, uh, I-I don’t think-” 

“Pleeeeeeeease, Dad?” 

“Charlie, dear, I really don’t think-” 

“Ugh, come on, Dad! When do I ever ask you for anything!?” 

Lucifer was gripping the chair so tight, Eleanora could see the wood cracking. She looked mildly disturbed as she watched his claws dig into it, creating splinters, before glancing up at him in concern. “I-I can just sleep in here again…” 

“No!” He looked alarmed at her suggestion, staring down at her with wide eyes. “I-I’m not making you sleep in that chair again! You’re my guest, Ellie! You can-” 

Lucifer cut himself off, closing his eyes in defeat as he took a deep breath, his grip on the chair slowly relaxing. When he opened his eyes again, his expression was gentler, his smile less toothy and more sweet. 

“You can sleep in my room. It’s fine.”

The human gaped at him, unable to believe he actually agreed to that. Her face was a bright red, the human surely remembering their earlier conversation. “A-Are you sure? I don’t… want to bother you-” 

“It’s fine.” He moved his hand from the chair to her shoulder, and Eleanora blinked, only more confused by his actions, wondering what on earth was going on in his head. “You’re not a bother.” 

She froze. 

Unfortunately, before Eleanora could process that and ask if he actually meant it, Charlie let out an ear-piercing squeal. “Yesssssss~! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I knew I could count on you, Dad! Oh, I’ll send over your toothbrush and pajamas, El! Don’t worry! Holy fuck, this is actually happening! Yes! Okay! I’m calm. I am super duper calm. Thank you, Dad! Love you! Thanks for staying with him, El! Bye~! See you in five!” 

Charlie ended the call, leaving the pair to stand and sit in silence. 

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer x oc #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel fanfiction

[wrxsslin-hours]

A oneshot where Hunter finds out about Shawn's messy love life

a/n: I saw this art post by @seraphskater and my hand slipped. Also inspired by that one good ass fic by @tameodesza go check em out!

Hunter Hearst Helmsley was a man of taste. He preferred the finer things in life, those wrapped in gold and silk. He had the tendency to follow around what he believed was good enough for him. This was how Shawn found himself being shadowed by the blueblood every second of the day. Shawn didn’t mind it; the hawk-nosed blonde was easy on the eyes if Shawn squinted hard enough. Hunter was posh to a fault, Shawn found out, but he didn’t complain as long as Hunter made him feel like a million bucks; it did wonders for his already inflated ego. It didn’t take long for Hunter to start pursuing Shawn for something beyond his little schoolboy crush. All it took was a bouquet as big as Shawn and toothachingly sweet words (and the dirty tricks he had to do to keep Shawn WWF Champion, but Hunter digresses).

Shawn was easy to please which was why Hunter already expected the other man’s colorful love life. What he didn’t expect was how really messy it would be.

“Wait, you dated Ramon?”

“Dated is a strong word.”

Shawn snuggled closer to Hunter’s side; his legs wrapped with Hunter’s own. He pressed a kiss on the corners of his lips, hair still tangled with the leaves and petals from the behemoth of a bouquet Hunter gave him hours ago. “You know, if you want to date me, you have to deal with my seven exes.”

Hunter sputtered, “Seven?” The smaller blonde pouted, his nose scrunched, “I’m hot merchandise, everyone wants a piece of the heartbreak kid.”

The blueblood pulled Shawn closer to his chest and Shawn was more than happy to lay on something bigger than the hotel bed pillows. “And who exactly has gotten a taste of the heartbreak kid?” Hunter asked, curious.

Shawn hummed in thought, mind scraping for all the details he may have already forgotten, “Well.”

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Marty Janetty

- If Hunter had to ask Marty, the former rocker would say that he was Shawn’s first everything. First kiss, first love (Shawn begs to differ), first lay. It was only natural for them to get together after starting out as a tag team.

- The chemistry between them in the ring translated into their personal lives. Marty was the more laid-back, easygoing one, balancing out Shawn’s flamboyance. Their opposing personalities seemed to complement each other well. Keyword: seemed.

- They dated for most of their time as The Midnight Rockers. Seen each other at their lowest when sharing half a granola bar for dinner, Marty being Shawn’s shoulder when the high demands of traveling from show to show took a toll on him.

- Marty found that chasing after Shawn was way harder than chasing after tag team gold. It took him months to convince Shawn to have them share a bed, let alone to get a kiss from him. Hunter could see why.

- Marty wasn’t a dead ringer for Shawn’s taste in men. He wasn’t tall, shorter than Shawn clearly. He wasn’t big either. It makes Hunter wonder how they became an item in the first place (“He was the only guy I spent time with for more than a show,” Shawn explained, “I have needs y’know”).

- Marty had a controlling hand, easily jealous, and it left a sour taste in Shawn’s mouth. Shawn lost count of how many times they had an argument that sparked from Shawn looking at another man for longer than a few seconds. Shawn wasn’t that much of a fan of being trapped in a cage. So, it was safe to say that their relationship was doomed from the start. But Shawn let it go on anyway.

- Tension built up when Shawn was given the green light to start his singles career. He knew how Marty would react to the news, so Shawn decided not to tell him anything about it until he had to throw Marty through the barber shop window.

- Shawn broke off the relationship after that. Not much love was lost between them since there wasn’t that much to begin with. Now all their interactions involved Shawn immediately turning the other direction when they made eye contact. If it wasn’t for Diesel, Shawn’s newly hired bodyguard, Marty would’ve tormented him relentlessly, or worse: wanted him back.

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The Sensational Sherri

- Shawn had this sugar mommy thing going on with Sherri. It was short-lived but it was the best few months Shawn’s ever experienced. She fed into Shawn’s ideas of his over-the-top ring gear and has bought him his endless array of jewelry.

- It only took Shawn to bat his lashes for Sherri to go on and convince the Million Dollar Man to give her the money to buy what Shawn wanted. From earrings to hats to luxury hotel rooms, Shawn got it all.

- The Sensational Sherri gave Shawn direction after being split from Marty and Shawn wasn’t quite sure how it would play out. But Shawn’s uncertainty was stomped out from Sherri’s experience. She raised his stock, so to speak.

- From an outsider’s view, they definitely had a thing going on. Shawn wasn’t even aware that he was in a sugar mommy relationship until a few years later.

- Shawn got pegged, 100%

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Diesel

- The two met at a convenience store of a gas station in the middle of nowhere. Shawn saw the top of Diesel’s head poke beyond the metal shelves of liquor and soda cans, and like a moth to a flame, Shawn hunted the other down.

- He was huge, was Shawn’s first thought. All legs and muscle. The moment Shawn had to tilt his head up just to make eye contact with the man, it was over for him. Braincells gone. He wanted to climb that man like a tree.

- Shawn did the most cliché thing imaginable to try and get the other man’s attention. And it involved him “accidentally” bumping into Diesel and spilling the bottle of water in his hands. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” Shawn exclaimed in the most fake-friendly voice he could muster. “Let me buy you another one; I’m so clumsy.”

- Diesel was taken aback. Was that deep ass voice coming from that guy? Christ. He didn’t even try to fight the laugh that escaped his lips when Shawn started pawing at the wet stain on his shirt's sleeve, obviously coping a feel of his bicep.

- “You’re really tall, do you wrestle?” “I truck.”

- The blonde pouted, hand wrapped around Diesel’s arm, “You ever get lonely?” he asked, not-so-subtly. Diesel, bless his heart, was a weak man when it came to blondes. Shawn was a hundred ways of pretty, and Diesel would be stupid to refuse the other’s advances. He does get lonely, thank you very much.

- And that was how Diesel found himself with a naked blonde man sleeping on the makeshift bed in the back of his ten-wheeled truck. That post-nut clarity hits him real strong.

- They had breakfast in a diner and, through the moment of spontaneous confidence, Shawn offered him a job. A bodyguard gig. The offer left Diesel in a pause, the soggy eggs on his fork slipped and fell back on the plate with a splat. “A what?”

- Shawn’s smile widened as he nodded in a way that reminded Diesel of the bobbleheads he collected on his truck’s dashboard. “Come on Big Daddy, you got the build.” Shawn tried to convince, “Pays better too.”

- Diesel hadn’t been given that big of a decision since he made the choice to dye his hair black. His eyes traced from Shawn’s beauty mark to the skin of his chest that peeked from his too-large shirt. The silence that followed it made Shawn pout. The blonde grabbed a napkin and scribbled his number before he tucked it in Diesel’s hands. “I’m not kidding about it, y’know,” he kissed Diesel on the cheek, “Give me a call when you make up your mind.”

- Diesel watched the man disappear beyond the diner doors and he was left with his thoughts.

- It didn’t take long for Diesel to actually call him back. And Shawn was absolutely ecstatic.

- So, there he was, following Shawn to the ring and watching his new employer dance around. They got together soon after. But it was short-lived, the two decided they were better off as friends instead of lovers. The breakup ended miles better than Shawn’s last one. Good on them.

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Razor Ramon

- Shawn thought Razor was the most annoying man alive. And Razor didn’t have any good words to say about Shawn either. They were both stubborn and didn’t know how to take “no” like proper functional adults. It only took Razor spitting his toothpick on Shawn’s lap for them to start squabbling every chance they get. Diesel became their impromptu babysitter whenever that happened.

- They had this situationship going on that confused everyone to no end. One second, they were best buddies; then the next moment, Razor was trying to choke Shawn for mocking his accent. It went on like that for most of their budding friendship. There always seemed to be this tension between the two that was heavy and pungent.

- They boned. No surprise. It was a friends-with-benefits, no-strings-attached thing. They wouldn’t call themselves an item by any means. They always found themselves in bed together after every match they had. And there were no complaints from either of them. The morning-afters seemed to be the sweetest, with Shawn ordering hotel breakfast for the both of them while Razor would untangle the knots in Shawn’s hair made from the night before. It was a moment of comfortable silence, only broken by the rustle of the bed sheets and the noise of the television.

- They started being friendly the more they spent time together, and that led to Razor becoming a part of Shawn and Diesel’s ragtag crew. They made some sort of system together, having each other’s back whenever it calls for it. Best believe, the trio became everyone’s problem in the locker room afterward.

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Sycho Sid

- Even Shawn wonders how he had the audacity to even consider Sid as a potential boyfriend. Shawn had the aching suspicion he made that decision when he was black out drunk one night.

- This all happened after an argument Shawn had with Diesel, and in a sorry attempt to make his former boyfriend jealous, he got himself a new bodyguard in the not-so-mentally there Sid.

- Shawn tried to make it work. Tried.

- But Sid was more interested in the gold wrapped around Shawn’s waist than Shawn himself.

- It was a fruitless attempt on Shawn’s part and he immediately stopped trying when Sid laughed all on Shawn’s face. The blonde can still remember the smell of his breath and it still makes him gag to this day.

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Undertaker

- Shawn can’t even wrap his head around the idea of how he managed to convince the Undertaker to date him. He’d like to think his good looks did it for him.

- In true Shawn fashion, the blonde saw one wrestler that towered over him, and it was over. He was afraid of the Undertaker at first, but in all honesty, who wasn’t? He was an enigma. Came into the wrestling scene wearing all black, hair covering most of his face, and a tub-of-lard of a man following him around with his squeak-toy voice. Maybe Shawn’s thing for taller men overshadowed all the other red flags that said men might carry.

- Shawn didn’t believe the Undertaker was essentially a walking corpse, but after laying his head on his bare chest and hearing no heartbeat, he started to rethink his life choice. (“Okay, it was kinda hot.” Hunter made a face, “Shawn-“)

- Despite their odd pairing, Shawn and the Undertaker surprisingly hit it off. The Deadman turned out to be a gentle giant, and Shawn couldn’t help but be drawn to him. To Shawn's surprise, Taker knew a thing or two about motorcycles. Lord knows how he got into it in the first place.

- Their relationship started off as Shawn treating Taker as some sort of wall, talking on and on about anything and everything. And Taker, not knowing how to respond to Shawn's endless rants, never bothered to interrupt him. That was how Taker got up to date with the latest locker room drama, which to none of his surprise, had Shawn as the center of most of them.

- Shawn became a permanent fixture in Taker’s somewhat dreary routine. Shawn’s deep voice was a nice contrast to Bearer’s and Taker welcomed the change with open arms.

- They decided to end their relationship when Shawn realized that Taker still had some of his own stuff to figure out, particularly the brother-related ones. It was a quiet affair, both in good terms. But that still didn’t stop Shawn from talking Taker’s ear off.

- When come the time that Taker’s heart starts to beat again, he was sure that Shawn was one of the reasons for his second chance to life.

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Bret Hart

- This was one of the relationships where Shawn genuinely saw himself loving Bret for the rest of their lives. They started out as friends when Bret, like the angel he was, offered some encouraging words to a still-green Shawn Michaels back in the early nineties. It meant more to Shawn than Bret realized, especially considering that Shawn was in a rather low moment in his career, unsure of how he was going to be used in the business. He’s heard of all the stories of how new talent became jobbers immediately after they debuted, and Shawn was worried he was going to be one of them. But Bret had more trust in Shawn than Shawn had in himself. The blonde can still remember how Bret complimented his form. It made the Texan blush a whole bright shade of red.

- They didn’t start out as all-out friends like what happened between Diesel and Shawn. They were acquaintances in the locker room, sharing small waves and the occasional “Nice match.” They had this unspoken respect for one another, and it continued to bloom as the years went by.

- Shawn had the tendency to fall slowly and hard. As much as he wants to deny it, his small spark for Bret was there since the very start, and it only got bigger when he entered the WWF championship scene. Shawn made a name for himself big enough to be a contender for gold. And that meant he spent more time with the Hitman.

- Their time together in the ring extended out of the ring too. It started small, sharing stories in the locker room and drinking together in bars after a show. And then they went on dates, sharing hotel rooms, and sitting next to each other during those long-hour flights.

- They shared their first kiss one random night while sharing a bottle of beer on the balcony of their shared hotel room. And it continued to something more in bed.

- It was afterward when they decided it was best for both of them if they only did hookups. Mostly because neither of them could ever bring themselves up to admit their feelings. Maybe it’s arrogance, maybe it’s a fear of commitment. Either way, they stayed casual, and it was neither of them wanted.

- They fell off like how they fell in love: slowly. They started arguing, having fights more than anything else, and it all collapsed on itself. Sometimes, Shawn would wonder what would happen if they did confess.

- This was one of the relationships that actually hurt.

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Hunter stared at the ceiling, listening to Shawn’s voice fade in and out of sleepiness. The smaller man yawned, “But that was years ago,” he assured. And Hunter hugged him tighter. The blueblood smacked his lips after a stretch of silence, “They won’t just start beating up when we tell everyone of our status, would they?”

“I don’t think so.” Shawn placed a kiss on Hunter’s lips and smiled, “But I’m pretty sure Sid would beat you up just because he feels like it.”

#wwe fanfiction #wwe headcanons #shawn michaels x triple h #shawn michaels x bret hart #shawnter #shawn michaels x kevin nash #shawn michaels x undertaker #shawn michaels x razor ramon #shawn michaels #bret hart #marty jannetty #diesel #kevin nash #razor ramon #sensational sherri #sycho sid #the undertaker #writing #dividers by: cafekitsune

[colorfullfalls]

Wrong bitch

Fic where Y/N is confronted by a witch in forks area to pass along a warning to the pack but Embry gets over protective about it. (Part 1)

Fires with the pack were always your favorite. Everyone sitting around bullshitting while Billy Black told stories of the wonderful creation of the pack. Imprints sat snugly against their wolves against the large logs that the boys had carried in from the dense woods. Lightning bugs circled the group and little claire, who was now seven years old, looked at them in wonder, trying to catch them when they flew near her. 

Life was good. Things were good with the pack and between the Cullens. The Cullens had actually planned on moving away soon and leaving Renessme in La Push with Jacob. She was at an age where she was considered “adult” and it was her choice, much to Edward’s disapproval. 

For some reason more and more wolves were shifting still, hence the newest three members sitting around the fire too. Leo, Macie, and Ricky. Macie amazed the pack again with being another female shifter, making Leah feel less alone. 

Y/N cuddled into her fiancé Embry as Billy finished the last tale, everyone quiet with wonder and magic filling they minds. Her body was comfortably warm from being held against her lover, feeling content as always when he was near. 

“It’s about time to head home, love. You have work in the morning.” Embry softly spoke into her ear, kissing her cheek after his last word. She sleepily nodded in agreement and together they moved as one to stand up and collect their things, mumbling goodbyes before wandering off towards Embry’s truck. 

On the way home their hands were connected the whole time. Embry loved Y/N with his entire being and it had been like that his whole life. They grew up neighbors and his whole life was impacted by her very presence. A part of him always knew that she was the girl for him. He loved her and he felt very protective of her ever since he could remember. He wondered if that was a pre imprint feeling or natural that regular boys would feel over a crush. Except Y/N always felt more and mattered more than a normal crush. 

He blushed as he remembered the first time she kissed him in eighth grade when he was bummed that Jake got his first kiss before him. Y/N shut him up within seconds by pressing her soft lips against his. From then he knew he was in love with her. 

“Do you think that Macie will ever find an imprint? Or do you think the girls are like forever doomed?” Y/N asked, rubbing her thumb across the back of Embry’s hand. 

He was sort of stumped by that question, “Uh.. I honestly don’t know. I mean maybe they just haven't found their person yet. They still have time.” 

“I can't imagine not knowing you my whole life, Em.” She sleepily said, “You have always been my person. Why do you think I was so quick to kiss you in eighth grade?” 

Embry laughed, “that was like the best day of my life.”

“As it should have been.”

They pulled into the driveway and Embry turned off the truck. He felt a soft hand grab his chin, Y/N turning his head towards her. She leaned in and kissed his lips three quick times, “I. Love. You.”

Embry felt so in love that he could melt, every cell in his body felt comfortably warm and he was almost giddy with glee as he glanced at the beautiful woman in front of him. His woman.

“You’re gonna make me cry.” Embry said, pulling her in for a longer kiss.

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Waking up the next morning, Y/N felt good. She may or may not have had the best sex of her life the night before and it made her blush thinking about the hickies that covered her chest and thighs. It would put her in a good mood for the rest of the day. Or so she thought. 

She was driving down the road when all the sudden her car began to slow down until it came to a halt. Fear wiggled its way into her chest. How the hell did her car do that? She had gas and none of the lights were on the dash. Jake and Embry has just worked on her car and she would feel guilty if they had to fix it yet again. She sighed before getting out her phone to text Embry that he car just literally shit the bed on her. 

A knock on the window made her scream. At the other side of the glass stood a tall woman who looked pissed. She motioned for Y/N to roll down the window but Y/N just shook her head no. The woman impatiently signaled for her to roll the window down again. 

“I’m good with the window being up!” Y/N yelled. 

The woman rolled her eyes, “I need to talk to you.” With those words the window rolled down magically without the car even being on. 

Y/N began to panic knowing that this woman just magically caused the window to go down without electricity making it go down. This woman was a magic user and that mean she was most likely bad news. Had she targeted Y/N?

“I have a message I need you to deliver.” The woman said, crossing her arms and leaning forward to be eye level with the poor girl in the car. 

“Too bad that I am not a mail man..” Y/N awkwardly said trying to avoid eye contact. She knew that Embry would arrive soon but she just hoped it would be any second now. 

“Your humor is not charming to me, wolf girl. Tell the pack to stay out of Forks or else there will be a war. I am nicely warning you, my coven wants to kill first and negotiate second. So pass this message along.” 

Y/N squinted her eyes in confusion, “Hold on a second.. you said coven? Like as in Witches?”

“Yes”

Y/N shook her head, “The pack doesn't even know you exist so why start a war?”

The witch glared at her for a moment before laughing, “Your little wolf keeps secrets from you. We have been interacting these past couple months and our patience is wearing thin. They have ruined multiple of our sacrifices this past month and they are putting us in jeopardy. This is why you will pass the message along.”

“Sacrifices? Human sacrifices?”

The witch rolled her eyes, “You wouldn’t understand.”

“What’s there to understand? You’re killing people, of course the pack is going to fight that. They protect the people of their lands.”

Anger was swelling in Y/N for two different reasons. One was that human sacrifices are happening and two is that Embry kept this all from her. Why wouldn’t he tell her that there was another threat that wasn’t vampires? Since when did he dare keep secrets from her like this? She was embarrassed that she was caught so off guard and was put in danger.

“They’re not very good at protecting people if I was able to get alone time with an imprint this easily.” The Witch noted, backing away, “Remember- this is their last warning. And if I were you I’d leave if they don’t feel like listening.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to hurt innocent people.”

And with that the witch walked off and the car started back on again. Y/N watched in wonder as she watched the beautiful woman walk away with confidence.

Since when were witches real too? Like witches with magic and strong enough power to stop a car going fifty miles per hour.

Y/N texted Embry.

My car started back up. Since when do you keep secrets from me? Just met a witch. Not the best way to start off my morning.

Within seconds her phone was ringing. Embry.

“Come home right now.” His voice was panicked and impatient, “we are having an emergency pack meeting and I need you here safe with me right now.”

He was freaking the fuck out and she could tell. A part of her felt smug that he was freaking out because he deserved it for keeping this secret from her. But she knew better than to test him when he was worried for her danger.

“I have wor-“

“Come home.” His voice was leaving no room for arguing. None at all.

“Okay.”

You noticed three wolves on the way home during the drive. Paul, Jake, and Quil. You knew that Embry immediately send them to your location once he got your text. You made eye contact with Jake and nodded at him showing that you were okay. They were clearly all worried.

Embry was standing on the porch with his arms crossed, muscles looking strong and hot as always. She didn’t want to admit that he was cute, she was slightly annoyed with him.

His long legs carried him to the door and he ripped open the door and had her in his arms within seconds of the car being stopped. His nose tucked into her neck, trying to get her scent to calm himself down. He growled when he smelled the witch.

“You okay?” He pulled away and checked her whole body.

“Yes. She didn’t touch me. Just sent me with a warning-“ Embry growled again, “that you guys need to stay out of their way.”

“She made a big mistake going to you.” Jake said, walking up while slipping his black t-shirt on, “she basically declared war by messing with an imprint. They know our laws, they were just dumb enough to break them.”

“I’m confused here, since when are there witches in Forks?”

“For sixth months now.” Jake replied as if a secret wasn’t kept from her.

Y/N scoffed, “Great. And why wasn’t I told this? I don’t like things being kept from me. I was totally thrown off guard here today.”

She was mad. And slightly hurt. Embry didn’t keep stuff from her. He wasn’t supposed to. Even before the imprint they were best friends and always were truthful with each other. So now why was something so important kept in the dark?

“We didn’t want the imprints to know because the witches are even more dangerous than leeches. They have a wide range of powers and their spells can affect you from a long range. The packs decided to handle this issue quietly,” Embry explained. He brushed the hair out of Y/N’s face, “We never thought they would know about you guys if we kept you safe.”

Y/N sighed. It was difficult to stay angry when his pleading eyes were winning her over like that. Embry pulled her in for another hug trying to keep himself calm.

“I’ll call Sam. He’ll want to know.” Jake reported, pulling out his phone.

Quil ran up, “guys, I just talked to Sam. There’s a pack meeting in an hour at his and Emily’s to discuss this matter. The tribal leaders will be attending too.”

Embry pinched the bridge of his nose as he shook his head, “Why the hell are we the ones who always have to deal with this shit?”

“We were born into it man.” Quil quipped, “don’t really have a choice.”

“I’m gonna run patrol for a while. This all has my blood boiling and I need to calm down. Embry, Quill, if I notice anything I’ll howl.” Jake said, stalking off to the woods.

Jake seemed more pissed off than Embry did suddenly. Which was odd because Embry was feeling over protective. Y/N watched him as he phased into a wolf, clothes shredding and falling slowly to the damp ground.

“Why is Jake peeved?” She asked Embry later as they got ready for the meeting together.

He frowned for a moment as if to think how to begin, “All of this happened because of Nessie. The witches got word that a being like her existed and it made them interested in Forks. Apparently it’s said that magic is strong here… because of us. They want to find out the source of magic and take it for themselves. Legend has it that the first witch of their coven was born here. They’re determined to figure out what made her so powerful.”

Y/N felt overwhelmed by all the sudden information. Witches were real and she knew that, but for Forks to be where this coven’s leader came from seemed like a lot. Obviously this land had beautiful magic deep within it because of the mere existence of the wolves. But for witches to be tied into the land too spoke wonders for how strong the magic here really was.

“So they are doing research basically.” Y/N deadpanned.

Embry was tying his boots when she said this and it made him stop and look at her, “Do you think we started this?”

She shook her head no, “What? No! Of course not, but the way you explained it made them seem like they were doing a bit of self discovery here.”

He rolled his eyes, “If self discovery means sacrifices than sure babe.”

“Em.”

“Look, they’re dangerous Y/N. They have powers that we don’t yet understand. Vampires- we know how they work, what they do and why they do it. These witches are a whole new ball park for us so it’s a bit scary. I was already a little overwhelmed by this and then they target you.”

“She didn’t hurt me. Just stopped my car.” Y/N mumbled.

Embry finished tying his boots and walked over to her, sliding one arm around her waist and one hand cupping her cheek to make her look into his brown eyes, “If anything ever happened to you, it would kill me.”

She sighed, “I know.”

“So I’m gonna freak out over this and be pissed off. I’m allowed to. When it comes to you, shit matters. I will not let them ever get near you again.”

“I’m confused as to why they picked me. If Nessie is what had drawn them in this area, wouldn’t they go after her?”

Embry leaned down and kissed her forehead, “I don’t know the answer to that fully. I’m guessing that they are a little scared of her because she has the wolves and a clan of vampires to protect her.”

“So I’m nothing compared to that, that’s why they targeted me.. a human.”

Embry growled, “They were dumb to do that in the first place.”

“Promise me no more secrets. When I said yes,” she held up her hand with the engagement ring, “it meant that we are a sealed team now. I am your partner and I deserve to know what’s going on in the packs. I’m going to be a wolf wife here.”

Embry grinned, “Wolf wife. I like the sound of that.”

She blushed but pushed him away with her hands even though he pulled her right back in, “I’m serious here. No more secrets about this kind of stuff.”

His brown eyes softened as he leaned down to give her a kiss, “I whole heartedly promise, my love. No more secrets.”

She hummed in content as they hugged and swayed side to side, “We have to leave you know.”

“Let me enjoy this moment with you please.”

Pulling up to the Black’s residence in Embry’s truck, Y/N saw that truly everyone was there. Charlie and Sue, Edward and Bella even. Which was no surprise really considering that Reneesme was involved. She was their miracle baby and anything that involved her involved the whole family.

Y/N didn’t mind the woman, she just thought that she was over protected for her mental age. Bella and Edward babied her and Jake was always breathing down her neck, worried about threats coming her way. Special, special special. They all called her special.

Special enough to have witches swarm the area, Y/N thought as she got a glimpse of the woman through the window. Nessie was talking to her parents with Jacob standing close behind her.

Y/N didn’t know who was worse, Sam with Emily or Jacob with Nessie. All of the wolves were protective of their imprints, but those two were the worst. She figured it was the alpha in them, protecting their beloved Luna or whatever.

Embry had his fair share of protectiveness, but she had never seen him act like he did today about the witch. She understood his worry, but she wasn’t used to him needing to touch her so much. She kind of liked the attention in a selfish and mean kind of way. It made her feel slightly guilty that Embry was so upset about what happened earlier.

“Everyone’s here. Damn.” She mumbled.

“I told you this was serious, baby. This situation is a lot larger than we had realized. Especially since what happened with you today.” Em said, grabbing her hand.

“Is it bad that I’m nervous to be the center of attention right now?” She asked, pointedly looking at him.

“You and Nessie both are. She’s the reason they’re here and you’re the one they came to. It’ll be okay. I’m here with you. Always.” He sweetly said, kissing her hand, “Now let’s get this over with.”

#Embry call imagine #Embry call x reader #twilight imagine

[ask-missparker]

You walked in and my heart went boom! / AU series

Pairing: Charming!Nikolai x Snow!Amelia

Summary: The looks turned into letters from one another became secret meetings away from the walls of the hills. Until one night, they were crumbled among them.

Note: They go by Nicholas & Amara sometimes

Setting: Enchanted Forest

Extra characters/mentioned: Captain Hook!Jeremy, Mr. Smee, King Midas, Princess Jemma and etc.

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‘I have never been one to try and grab the spotlight, but all of it happened on a hot night. Tried to focus on the mission to steal the jewelry and I stumbled into you. Your eyes dazzled as you were captured by the loom and my heart secretly went boom. Tryin' to catch our eyes at the sight outside of the ballroom, despite the band top volumes. Sometimes I wonder how many nights I can spend without seeing you, but when I remind myself, even without you I am not doomed.’ - Love, Nicholas M.

Amara Snow—Amelia, would smile to herself at rereading the letters he sent her and the ones she return by morning light. Her heart belonged not to her fiancé, but yet another. The Dark Prince’s charming and awfully wildly dashing hearted brother. He was a little insane and jumped first into danger based on her letters and stories she’d hear from him in the late hours of the night and yet, that was comforting to her.

Tons of letters stacked and or hidden pieces in the desk of her vanity. She’s write in her letters back, ‘Helpless! Look into your eyes (Oh, look at those eyes). And the sky's the limit. Down for the count, and we’re drownin' in 'em. You can sometimes see past the falsely shows and sneak your way into the halls, even if your mind wondering how I’m even it. Every week gets better with every note that you write me, rushing into my room and my heart will go boom. Sometimes my mind will just rewind and remember those nights for the rest my days, hoping to see you again like it’s a play.’

Charming Nicholas—Nikolai smile opening up the letters as short much they seem, he knew she meant every word. His life was never easy and cheerful, always trying to find a sense of peace and belonging. He found it in the woodsy hills of the kingdom, living in caves and then old vacant homes for a reasonable price of shelter. Yes, his brother wanted him gone out of pure jealousy and villainous pride, having posters to reward whoever could find him firsthand. He never thought he would find some company nor comfort out here until he stumbled into her by accident, the same princess he stole from, making him believe there was still good in the world.

Resulted in him slowly but surely start to open his heart and small home to others he seemed, such as Cinderella one night and The Huntress who speared his life. Helping out people in need like he used to before running away from the castle and trying to be of service. Yes, it seemed like it was a small gesture to many but yet it spoke to who understood what he meant.

He stood on the ground near the old house he called home, reading one of his love’s letters. He chuckled and snorted as thoughts filled his head, when suddenly an impulse decision came to mind. To see her again. It’s felt like a lot to do, bring flowers, sneak into the castle walls of King Midas, and arrange an agreeable plan to have them escape into the night together. He just needed to see her again, tell her a few short words in person.

And he smirked knowing exactly who to call.

Hook.

He was a young man based on honor and loyalty but couldn’t resist a good challenge, no matter how small.

As well as the thought of golden treasure hidden behind locked doors in the castle of Midas.

———

With that he found his one handed friend leaning against a barrel of beer at the marketplace. He seemed like he just finished buying some fruit and ready to head back to his ship.

“Hook!”

Jeremy, also known as Hook, turned around to sound of the accent being the one to belong to his friend. He raised a eyebrow smiling softly, “Yes, Nicholas? What is it that you want?”

“Why do you assume I want something?” Nikolai reply with a matching smile.

“The way your captain’s hat is tiled and your suit is fitted for a dueling requirement for today. You know I’m open to hearing what it is.”

“That’s why your my friend. I want to do something tonight but I need your help.”

“I’m listening.”

“I need safe passage on your ship to do so.”

He snorted, “Nicholas, Nicholas, Nicholas! Why it is that we need my ship for this and not steal a carriage?”

“We need to go to the half side of the forest near the bay of the Kingdom.” He added half smirking.

“And what for? Don’t tell me it’s for another girl now?”

Nikolai was silent and smirked sheepishly with a wink. Jeremy snorted loudly and nodded, “Of course it is. What’s this lovely lady have to offer?”

He explained glancing around as he did, “She doesn’t know I’ll be coming. And we not being to any home but Midas’s castle.”

That seemed to catch Jeremy’s attention as the brightest grin filled his face. He always wanted to sneak into Midas’s castle to steal from treasure from the bottom of the home and never found a reasonable time to do so, until now. The blonde nodded leading him onto his ship as they chatted, deciding where they would get in and then get out.

Better yet, getting some drinks and food once the trip was over. In Nikolai’s eyes, his friend wasn’t just a pirate but a knight with a heart of gold.

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At the castle, Amelia was wondering around in her brown dress as her fingers played with a tiara talking with Jemma who talked about her latest story riding the horses in the stables and going on a picnic with her love afterwards.

Jemma asked, “How was the last time for you with Fitz? He seemed stuffy..he told me that at the party he was more focused on bringing in new guests than dancing.”

“Ah yes. He was mainly having a headache wanting to head home instead as I tried to help him nurse the pain. I talked with other royals as he went to use the restroom.” She explained, “But he seemed more like he wanted to dance with you.”

“We did dance that night but his father hasn’t noticed anything yet.”

“I hope he does…”

“How about you? You seem to glow lately, what it is that is making you a bit lighter?”

“Let’s just say I met someone who makes me smile. I hope you meet him one day.”

Jemma grinned, “Ohh how darling! Is he a knight? A prince? A baker?”

The girl blushed in return, “No, yes, and no..he is a artist that’s much I will tell you.”

Both ladies giggled, walking past their chambers into the maid grounds to visit the staff of the castle and get something to eat. What they didn’t know is that King Shaw’s guardsmen were listening in on them every now and then to report back to their royal office, as one of them casually walked in on one of princess’s rooms to accidentally glance at a letter that seemed to be semi-finished…

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A couple of hours past, Jeremy and Nikolai were on the ship having a round of views as they sailed the seas. Hook’s crew were friendly to the ex-prince turned bandit, ordering him rum and all types of snacks they brought of board, as their captain discussed his plans to enter the vault of riches underneath the castle without being seen or shot at, needing half of his crew to distract the guards meanwhile the other follow them to collect the treasure of diamonds and gold. Having at least two of his crewmen follow Nikolai up the stairs and across the front tower head for he can see his lovely lady and possibly get any insight needed on the royals.

Hook’s crew followed suit with the plan, some knowing that their captain tend to have a mind of his own possibly stealing more than jewelry on the way out of the home. Once they arrived at the castle, Jeremy step foot inside with his crews behind him knocking out any guardsmen around, he had to use his swords to wack a few leaving a scar on a face or two. He shrugged.

Running down the halls and across the stairwell to the bottom of the castle, Hook and his men sensed it far and well, a room filled with riches of many. It was locked but Jeremy used his sword to slice the first handle and cracking open the combination to the second look with his hook, swinging some guards on his way in.

As he stepped into the room, he placed his sword back in the handle glancing over a fallen knight and rolled his eyes. He scoffed, “If you were my men, I would’ve never made you down so easily. But I would say, your men did put up an impressive swing, for royals..I guess.”

Mr. Smee, his former right hand, called him off as one of crewmen, LightFoot, found the set of riches they were looking for. To say Jeremy’s jaw dropped was an understatement.

He had seen plenty of times riches, potions, jewels and items of many. But the moment he kneeled down to run his fingers across it, he knew this was all very breathtaking. King Midas was known in tales for turning anything and everything into golden suns, stealing and sometimes sharing his own foundation with others as rare as it may seem, he did.

“My gods…” He muttered, never wanting to leave the place in order to bring it all home but he knew he had to be fair. He can’t take it all in one sitting and thinking possibly striking a little deal with the king sooner or later, but not tonight.

Jeremy stood up opening his sack as he piled in as much as he can could, ordering his men to do the same. As Hook was scanning the room, even finding a sword on the wall to take, he noticed a small pile of golden coins and yellow diamonds likes the ones he past earlier on his way in. However rounding the inner layers of diamonds stood a oceanic blue one, more than one, that called his name. Picking it up, Jeremy noticed two out of six large diamonds were engraved in rings.

He smirked, “He will love this..”

The ring was grand yet elegant and perfectly fine for a gift, a promise ring one might say. Mr. Smee noticed his Captain face and nodded liking the thought of him being pleased with himself especially after finding a satisfying reward such as a ring.

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To say Nikolai was grateful for his company tonight to the castle was unbelievable thing but he was. He was lucky enough to be accompanied by theses men in moments like this. As he made his way through the whole deeply him halls, he swung his sword in his hand and use his shadows to guide him through the staircase. He had thwe two men walk his six from the narrow ends.

In his pocket, he held a small handful of daisies as he made his own way between the columns in the deep deadly silence. He bit the bottom of his lip, entering the tower head of the castle ready to make a left turn to find his lady when two knight stopped them, he was able to take them down as a 3rd ordered him to follow him to a decorative room filled with trinkets, tables, a warm fire and the king.

He expected for it to be Midas but it was Shaw. He was confused asking where was Midas’s chambers as Shaw said he was out on leave for the next couple of nights with his son and will return in the morning, he was requested to watch over the castle while he was gone. Nikolai asked what exactly he wanted with him, lying about just here to see a friend.

“Enough. I know everything.” King Shaw said holding up a letter in his handwriting with a small doodle in the corner, “You’re clever to not use your own name, I had to do some digging to find a match. You poisoned her heart and now her marriage, because your pathetic behavior towards one another. I’ll have you know love is disease and like all diseases, it can be released from the body in one of two ways.”

Nikolai was silent wanting to hold his tongue but spoke up, “Sir. Love is not a disease or any kind, people don’t want to accept that it’s—”

“Foolish boy, it is. Only two ways to stop it, a cure or death. Do you know where your beloved is right now? She is right now that hall wishfully unpacking away her things for official stay, for a new life with her husband.”

“She will never know I’m here…”

“Oh yes she will because you’re gonna walk down that hall and crush her stupid little heart.”

“You hate your daughter that much?”

“She’s not my daughter. Never was, if she were, she’ll know when to listen and stay shut!”

“….”

“You’re gonna sneak in and tell her that you received her letters. Tell her why your here. Because you don’t love her, never did. Never will.”

“…it was break her heart in two…what if I don’t? You’ll kill me?”

“Oh no. Then I’ll turn you over to your brother for that precious reward for your capture. It’s will save both of you the trouble, if you just tell her the truth. It will cure all of this.”

“And if you kill me?…that will only make her love me more and run away from her wedding day, leaving you with no choice but to go after her head as she tries to bring me back to life..but if you have her killed by accident, Midas would break your deal for those riches..”

“Ah, you are smart. No wonder you are so badly wanted for your crimes against the prince. Now go.”

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The room was pretty quiet. Dark, as the only shining down was the ones coming from the moon and light setting stars stirring in the night. The Princess Snow was holding up her favorite brown skirt from her bags smiling to herself. She looked over her shoulder hearing the door crack open, expecting it to be one of knights or Jemma coming to feed her mind with her latest book of discoveries. But to her surprise, it was Nicholas—Nikolai who stepped in shutting the door behind him with a soft smile on his face walking over to her.

She blinked in disbelief letting out a breathless sigh, “Nicholas…”

“Amara..” He replies with a nod still smiling softly, “.. I uh, I got your letters and I came to see you. Surprise.”

“It is a surprise. H-how did you get in?”

“I have my tricks.”

She walked over pulling herself closer, gently placing a hand on his cheek as he placed both hands on her hips in a almost tight manner not wanting to let go soon but he must.

“You came! Y-you came to see me.” She said about to lean in to press a kiss to his cheek but he stopped her.

“Wait, Snow.” He said as one hand slipped to hold her wrist, “Us. It can’t happen. I can’t be with you.”

“W-what? No..it can happen. All our talks and sneaking off to see one another shows that we can work..I know it will be tough and might cost—”

“I won’t be the one to cost you, your happiness. I am a prince and your just some farm girl, it can never work out.”

“Yes it can. You came all this way to see me, it was for a reason..I love you and now that I know you love me to—”

His face fell to a neutral yet serious face, no emotion written as he cut her off again with no smile, “I don’t.”

“Wha..” She replies with tears pooling a small shower within her eyes.

“I don’t love you. I come from a family of lies, I was only playing cards here. I will never be in your heart , Amelia, that’s too cruel of fate.”

“B-but..no. Nikolai please..”

“Go live your life. With me, because I’m not in it.”

“Y-yes yo-you are…we were gonna..we were gonna..”

“Gonna what? Live happily ever after like in the fantasy your heart made up? I’m sorry, love. It won’t be true. Fill your heart with love for someone else, someone who can love you the way I never have…and never will.”

Before she can say anything else to his face, he removed her hand from his cheek and the other from her waist walking out of the room stone cold. She was left there holding herself whimpering as light sobs came into the air of the room, sitting down on her bed unable to breathe nor believe what she heard. As Nikolai walked out shutting the door behind him, he can hear the crying noise along with her voice as he fought his body to rush in and comfort her, and just gave a nod to King Shaw…

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He kept his face netural on, gripping his sword tightly as his eyes water and a sense of anger filled his shoulders wanting to release it somehow. He wasn’t one to feel this way unless it was personal and this, it felt personal.

He walked out of the castle walls, allowing the tears to finally fall as he took one last glance at the castle, tower head where he left a crying Amelia. He wanted his numb himself of this pain and needed to do it quick.

The crewmen follows him out and onto the harbor where Captain Hook stood there grinning at the jewelry in hand about to ask how did it go with his lady but paused seeing the booking look of regret and pain on his face.

He knew that look all too well himself as he placed hand on his shoulder and said, “My friend, it will be alright. You need a drink.”

“No, i don’t need a drink. I need food, and a lot of it..and a tree to stab with my sword..” Nicholas replied with a light glare looking down at his grip.

“We can go down swinging later, drinks and food now. You need it, we all do.”

“Okay..yeah, I..I do think I need to take a breather for a moment.”

Jeremy smiled hearing that, clasped his shoulder letting his friend rest his head there knowing the pain of heartbreak himself. I wished he got an answer to what might’ve led him to feel this way too but knowing his past and the crossroads that they both faced, he can already pictured he was forced into a room of decision making. He knew that drinks and food of any kind would satisfy their stomachs tonight, later they can duel it out in the woods to release whatever bowling emotions within.

Nikolai followed him, entering the town’s deep well kept bar passing the men and women inside to themselves a booth, a couple of Hook’s crew members stepped in to have a round themselves. That night beers, chicken legs and singing was done in that bar at full volume. It numbed the rubbing sadness against his chest, he lied to her face saying that he didn’t love her, but the truth is…

…he did. He doesn’t know when or how but he will find a way to get her back, even if he has to wait for it. But for now, he sat and drank his feelings away like the honorary pirate that he is. Jeremy brought the first couple of rounds talking about his nicely designed ring he took from that treasure room he will give to Cole when the timing is right as Nikolai chuckled softly. He knew what they were doing.

Meanwhile Amara Snow—Amelia stood in front of her full body mirror whipping away tears that kept coming. She wanted to stop the thoughts that came across her mind but the words were so recent in his mind like cutting a freshly squeezed orange. She sipping the glass of water in her nightstand as it felt like a small headache was coming on. Yes the words were said but there was an uncertainty laced over his body language even though his face coney something completely different.

There was this bit in the bottom of her stomach, a swirling dizziness and foggy touch to it all just didn’t even bother to get her a warning. It hurts, the harshest of his tongue and the face he gave her was serious, numbness filled with a slight hint of glassy eyes, as if he wanted to tell her something else to this speech. She thought it was his brother then she into the hallways to find Shaw speaking softly with his guards, she sighed as it clicked. He said something that changed his mind..

And she basically seemed like she lost him. But a strong part of her wants to rush out and find him, reason with the man she claimed to love. But she had a wedding to attend. Her own little wedding with no say to even what type of dress she could wear, but she doesn’t know if she sneak off into the woods or worse, find a way to suck it up and go ahead with the plan.

Either way, she will probably enter up sniffling a tear.

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So here it is! I had this conversation in my head for a while and had to make the fic sooner or later. What do you guys think?

Yes, in my head Jeremy & Nikolai have a small bromance and it’s called ‘CaptainCharming’!

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[haethyre]

X-Men 97 Thoughts

My personal opinions

Okay. So I grew up with X-men The Animated Series. It was one of my fave shows. It always came on late at night on Toon Disney (at times i shouldnt have been awake LMAO) so it has a special place in my heart. I was very surprised that of all things they decided to "continue" it. So, when I heard about it, I did a full rewatch (even that ungodly last season where quality took a nosedive OOF) Anywhoo! Started and finished 97. Those who know me best know at heart I am a big OG fan of my fandoms and am trepidacious of reboots/even continuation reboots, bc lets be honest most of them are all about stomping on the source material, SO I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed Xmen 97.

You could really see how much they tried to capture the feel of the old show and the characters. The voice replacements were surprisingly well done. (i mean, Wolverine is a little off, but i'll give the guy a break its been like...28 yrs XD ) The animation looks amazing. Even if i'm taking some points off for the hair hfgjhdf haha

Now the storyline.... The elephant in the room. We all know the one. I have been a Romy fan since I was a kid and yes, when I was a young girl in Borders, I did come across the comic that showed the RoguexMagneto storyline. I hated it then and I hate it now. Its just...weird. (Again, my opinions. If you like it, power to you. Enjoy, but its not for me and this post isn't for you) but its even weirder in the show, and ill tell you why. As a Marvel comic reader, I'm well acquainted with the fact that everyone gets with everyone. That is just a trope of Marvel comics. All ships of imaginable and unimaginable proportions happen. BUT I think when doing this, they really should have thought it through a bit more in context of the show's universe alone . Bc I'll be real, if you're coming in from TAS, this kinda hits you out of nowhere. She had no form of connection with Magneto in the past show. Like....they had a makeshift funeral for him and she didn't even care. She was just worried about Gambit being stuck in space. So, their "secret" just seems so random and out of place. I do like that it was used for her to understand fully her feelings for Gambit, but man was it frustrating to see him just killed off when he was one of the best characters.(even if it was really well done and the animation, again, was amazing)

There's talk of him coming back as "Death" which is a storyline I'm not familiar with but I also heard talk of the original showrunner idealizing a timeline where Rogue and Magneto have kids....so... IDK It all just left me a bit frustrated and disheartened bc Romy was like one of my earliest ships before i knew ships were a thing. To see what happened to it made me sad, even if it could be part of a long game to get them to their HEA. (and thats always an if bc we don't know, even if the original guy isn't in charge anymore)

Other things that bugged me a little but not too much. Gonna bring up Morph. I love Morph. They were always a fave and they went through so much to finally be back on the team again. I really don't understand why they changed their character design tho? I read it was to make Morph look more like the character changeling from the comics but this is again something that doesnt make sense coming out of TAS bc Morph always had that other appearance throughout the entire show. I mean...it could have at least been explained... Also, as far as the feelings for Wolverine, i kinda found it funny XD bc in TAS, it always seemed like it was the other way around jkhfgjkdfh Wolverine was so attached to Morph and wouldn't let 'em go. That being said, I kinda wish they didn't go this route if its only meant to be unrequited and sad. AGAIN. I know. Marvel is all about unrequited drama jfhdkjfdh but hasn't Morph been through enough??? That being said, I love the ship even though I know its doomed. Wolverine is the worst person to be down bad for tho. Mans falls in love at the drop of a hat fhghdfjhsd

Other than these couple things, I really loved the show. Some people said "why are they shoving so much story into such a short amount of time" XD The storyteller in me would like to agree but i will be honest, there is nothing more like Xmen TAS than smooshed storylines jkdfhfkjds with random one-off eps in between. XD So, I was fine with it.

I liked the conclusion with Scott and Jean, as messy as it was. The family fun time was a pleasure to watch.

Xavier and Magneto. They really highlighted their messy, but still devoted relationship from the original series, so that was nice to see. I was glad to see him back in the red suit LMAO bc the one he was wearing all season was weird for me.

I loved Jubilee's journey, and it was cool that they brought Alyson Court back for that one episode.

I was very pleased overall that they didn't tone things down and since censors are different these days, they could show more stuff they couldn't in the 90s. So, I am looking forward to more seasons (and pleeeeease for the love of god give Romy back to me i am begging)

#x men 97 #rogue x gambit #romy #x men the animated series #my thoughts #plz dont jump on this post to yell at me

[titleknown]

KAIJUNE NEO: LUMPY GRAVY

I saw it through the sewer grate. It ate them, head-first. Like a gingerbread man.

It didn't see me, I don't even think it knew it was eating them. It was just... they were there, they were there and it was hungry. It smelled like rotten meat. But that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was, I could hear laughing. I could hear it in my head. I could hear it in their voices.

-Alan Smith of New York, New York

[Note: The interview subject is smoking a large cigar the whole time. Indoors. In a room with minimal ventilation in the summer. I hate him already.]

My concrete factory... just fucking gone. In an instant. Didn't even get indigestion...

...You know, this wouldn't have happened if you listened to the Prophet. Like, I know it's not "PC" to say that , but PC is why this country is in the shit. People want more, except the truth, that's why things like that're runnin' about.

That Lumpy Gravy shit's just another lazy slacker who wanted more, that's why our troops can't get him, they let the sissies let everyone down. But the prophet's gonna take 'em, he's goinna kill two birds with one stone, it's not clean, but sometimes you work with what you have. "When all you have is a hammer," amirite?

God, at least it got rid of the scum, like the homeless outside. Shame it didn't get that skitzo boy of mine, he keeps saying he's a girl, but I suppose that's not PC to-

[The interview ends abruptly as I get up to punch him in the face.]

-James Allen Henderson of Flomaton, Alabama, who should be shot.

Look, I'm just a musician, I don't know what to tell you.

Yeah, I know most of y'all think I'm crazy for making a pilgrimage to this dude for music, but I mean, it worked, didn't it?

Nobody got hurt, me and the band got out a number one album, first doom metal album on the top of the charts in years, I got a million more ideas, and...

Sorry, I got that schpiel for every media-type who comes in here. But you don't seem like the judging type. So it seems like you want something else, right?

Oh. Oh you want to know about that , the song I heard. Well, trade secret bro...

...nah, just joshin' ya, free culture and all. Well it was... a nightmare. Like, I don't regret going there, but I ain't gonna see it twice.

It's like, imagine the sound of pain, a million snuff films in your head clear as day without image or without words. A lot of it was devouring, consumption, digestion, memory as I heard it; but there was some other stuff.

It was like, experiments, reformatting, failure, revenge, something about a demiurge I think? Dunno what that's about. But, hey dude, you're a good reporter, you can figure it out.

-Jolene Gross of Tucson; Arizona, note to see her live one of these days.

Well, the government never helped us, but then again we expected that. Shame the farm's gone. Heh, funny how stockpiling all the guns in the world never helped, like cannonballs in a hurricane. The MREs helped a bit, tho they were almost gone when the thing left.

Farm's gone, I don't know where we're going to go. Doesn't help I took in some of the kids run away from other monsters, or The Prophet. Yeesh, that guy.

But, you always gotta help in a time like this, I don't regret it. Tho it's a mite harrowing finding where we can get some, given all the neighbors I'd ask are facing the same problem, but we'll get by.

I don't have much to give except my testimony, and that ain't much either. I saw it, I heard it, it was the worst thing I've seen. But it reminded me a lot of the second-worst too.

At the pig farms, big operation near town, there was this "lagoon." Not much of a swimmin' lagoon unless you got a death wish. It's where they kept all the pig shit from that hell operation, and worse. They said the stillbirths went in there too. What a way to start, and what a way to go.

Place could necrotize your skin in an instant, most of the people workin there were sick and some degree of half-dead, a few quarter-dead if they were lucky. Sometimes you couldn't see the sun from that sheer fog.

There's that ol story in the bible, where Jesus cast out those demons into that herd of pigs. Cast 'em into that sea. Trouble is, the sea's still there, and if you cast demons into it, it don't go away.

And when it waded into that shit lagoon from underground, rising like the shit of king mountain, when I heard those voices, I thought, it's him. It's Legion. He's back.

Well, before I ran, of course...

-Jim Daniels, of Horsemouth, Iowa, his paypal information is linked at the end of the article

Sometimes, I still hear her voice. It's following me. I think it's following me. I hear her voice and it's screaming in pain but I still hear it it is hers.

I know it's a trick i know it wants me to hear it but shes still in there i can hear her i can know her it just has to eat me it just wants to eat me i dont want to be eaten i want to live but to live without her is to die and to die with her is to live it hurts i can hear her i can hear her i can hear her

-Ray Morris, who ran out of the office after sobbing for several minutes

Like, I know, I know it's horrible, it's an atrocity, but like, business has been great for me so far.

Do you know how much money there is in arranging death pacts? Tontines? Insurance schemes because they won't insure an act of God? This mountain of human suffering is a goldmine, like an actual goldmine without the imperialism!

Look, I'm just providing a service to people who need it, there's no foul play. Well, except for that one guy. But he had it coming, if you were there you'd know.

-Caroline Nacross, allegedly of Brass Ring; North Dakota, though the ID was confirmed fake later

Look, okay, just forget my name, forget my face, but tell my story. This was a fuckup of the highest order. The Brightside project, it almost got results. More the results of what that bastard scientist wanted than what we wanted, but those two were closer than we wanted to admit.

But when that kid broke in, and good on him for doing so, it wasn't just Brightside that got out. We tested on a lot of bodies y'see. I can't call 'em people anymore because... well, I couldn't live with myself if I did. They didn't even look much like people anymore after what he did to 'em.

We didn't sterilize 'em or burn leftovers, we just kept 'em for "future experimentation." I don't think most of the other folks there wanted that, but whatever the boss says goes.

I think he wanted this, if he couldn't pull it off. I think if he couldn't make god, then making the locusts and plagues was good enough, in an interim.

Or, maybe it's worse. He doesn't want a devil to kill us. He wants a Leviathan. A beast of his principles of rule, human minds supplanted E Pluribus Unum, and soon, those other... monsters? Gods? I am unsure of the difference anymore

That bastard has plans upon plans, you gotta watch out for. Because I don't wanna watch anymore. Goodbye.

-[ANONYMOUS] who promptly after finishing Budd Dwyer-ed himself in the interview room. It was hell to get the brains off the wall.

WE ARE HERE. WE ARE ALIVE. WE ARE THE DEAD. WE HATE YOU. WE LOVE YOU. WE ARE HERE.

DO NOT PANIC. IT IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD. PANIC. IT IS THE BEGINNING OF A NEW NIGHTMARE. WE ARE HERE.

WE ARE WE. WE ARE ONE. WE ARE THE OTHERS. WE ARE REBORN. WE ARE STILLBORN. YOUR DEATH WILL NOT BE IN VEIN. YOUR DEATH WILL BE IN PAIN.

THE OLD WORLD IS DYING. THE NEW WORLD IS WAITING TO BE REBORN. NOW IS THE TIME OF GODS. NOW IS THE TIME OF MONSTERS.

-Unknown individual, who promptly melted into a steaming puddle in the office. I dried the sludge and attempted to smoke it. Bad trip. Do not recommend. Saved some for later.

[INTERVIEWS CONDUCTED BY: D.W. DEVLIN]

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So, the finale of Kaijune comes to a close! Song name was based on "Theme from Lumpy Gravy" from Frank Zappa, and boy was this guy a nightmare to make.

Like, he was just a blob of foam with tentacles, but then the tentacles became a nightmare to make, and then melting globs of hot glue without a hot glue gun to give him a blobbier texture, then all the epoxy putty and epoxy paste, all the painting, and lugging him around...

Like, he's part of why this didn't debut in August, he was a late addition, and one I slightly regret.

Tho, I will add as a bit of bonus trivia, the inspiration for The Prophet was actually someone I know in another server talking about how various fundie-types who call themselves "prophets" on Youtube have ended up pumping a ridiculous variety of conspiracy theories into his mom's head.

For an idea of how bonkers those are, one of them was about how the increased presence of mermaids and "sea people" in media was a sign of demonic influence because demons apparently live in the deep sea.

So, I got the idea of coming up with somebody who took that to the next level and used that to amass power in times of even greater crisis than our own. hence, that fucker.

Who I do have plans for next year's Kaijune about, yes siree...

Ability Trivia: Along with all the powers of being an amorphous blob (Albeit, they can only fully squeeze themself through holes his giant skull-like "core" can fit through") they have the demonstrated power to send psychic signals to not just people in a way that drives them mad, but even disrupts communications. So nobody can hear you call for help.

They also, as you've seen assimilate the consciousnesses of those they devour, and can make what passes as "plans" as a consensus of the maddened, pained minds within. And, along with being able to electrify their amorphous surface, they can also use their body as a low-level railgun with all the derbris they inevitably swallow in the course of their rampages

And, then of course there's the matter of the "separants"...

Bonus Trivia: Most kaiju hate him and attack him on sight. Not that he minds. They'll all come to him eventually. Or they won't. Either way doesn't matter, as long as there's a head at the top of the Leviathan...

...And, in that grand (exceedingly late) Kaijune tradition, this character and all related narrative elements are under a CC-BY 4.0 license, as long as I, Thomas F Johnson, am credited as their creator.

Have fun, and see you next year! 

#my art #my writing #horror #suicide #body horror #blob monster #assimilation #kaiju #kaijune #giant monster #melting #flesh blob #sculpture #diorama #photomanipulation #kaijune 2023

[septic-skele]

"Blue's not happy about this, y'know," Pike mumbled, a bleary attempt at a grin tugging at his jaw. "Real far from happy, actually. He's probably gonna pull y'aside about it soon, give a d-d-dressing down."

"Stay still and stay quiet. You shouldn't even be smiling right now," Sable chided without looking up from his work, though after a few beats his suspicious curiosity got the better of him, as Pike knew it would. "What exactly is Blue's grievance?"

"This." Pike's hand wavered as he gestured vaguely at their current position: he with his back against the wall, his brother with a knee bearing down on his ribs, an elbow propped against his collarbone and the other hand gripping the crown of his skull to keep it craned at the proper angle. "I heard he an' some of the other sweet puffs think you're dopin' me t'keep me docile."

In his peripheral vision he could just make out his brother’s eyelights flashing briefly but his tone remained icily even. "Really."

"Mhm. S'kinda funny, huh?" A slurred giggle escaped, shaking his shoulders, which urged Sable to dig his elbow further in as reproach.

"Stop that. You're going to hurt something."

"An' that's my point. Even they're fallin' for th' shtick. Got 'em all c-convinced. Cruel master, defiant pet. Like they think I could do somethin' to hurt you or...verse vice." It took a solid five seconds for him to do a double take. "V-Vice verse, I mean. Versa. Etcetera. Et all. Et t-tu."

"Yes, thank you, I think I get the point." The point was that he and his brother were doomed to be misunderstood no matter where they went, no matter who they wished they could trust. Even when it was supposed to be like looking into a mirror, those Sans and Papyrus saw Sable and Pike as nothing but a dirty, unappealing reflection. Was this how Red and Edge felt when they first made contact with the others? How had they overcome it? How did they think of their swapped, fallen selves?

How could he blame them for jumping to conclusions as he pushed this rather alarmingly large syringe further into his brother's jaw? What else could they think?

What else could he do?

"Th' point," Pike breathed faintly, suppressing a shiver as the needle found its way past scar tissue, dust welling around it. "Th' p-point..."

The point was that Sable was doing good by him, no matter how it looked from someone else's point of view; he'd be doing much better if he didn't have to bother. After all these years he really shouldn't have to nurse the stupid babybones who nearly got his jaw ripped off by a mere glancing blow, never healing, only coping, patching, maintaining through whatever means and methods they could find. He was the problem, not Sans, and the others ought to learn the difference, but that was too big a mouthful for too foggy a headspace as the dubiously acquired meds took their course.

Over the next few hours all he knew for sure was the euphoria blunting the edge of the pain was his brother’s doing, and he loved him all the more for it.

#undertale #swapfell #sans #papyrus #sf sans #sf papyrus #sable #pike #tw drugs #tw drug dependence #brotherly angst #brotherly love #fanfiction #ficlet #sure would be nice if anyone in this family communicated

[athkatla]

“I wanted to say something, while you’re all gathered around,” Ven began. The half-elf cleared her throat, looking down at the curious faces of her friends as they sat around the campfire. “You’ve all trusted me with your secrets. I appreciate it and - and I’d like to return your honesty. I trust you all. I consider you to be my friends and there’s something about myself I should have made known.”

“Oh, how wonderful! More surprises," Astarion said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "As if this group wasn’t weird enough. What other fun secrets can we have?” 

The group looked at her expectantly.

“That little rant actually made me feel better about myself, thank you,” Ven said flatly. “I’m a child of Bhaal.”

For a moment, there was only silence.

Wyll spoke first. “Bhaal, the god of Murder? One of the Dead Three? That Bhaal?”

“The very same,” she confirmed.

“I knew there was something about you. It’s because you’re part god!” Karlach said. She looked Ven up and down, as if seeing her in a new light. “Wow. Do you have any Bhaalspawn powers we could use? Can you smite someone? Make them explode? Turn ‘em inside out with your mind?”

“Uh, no,” Ven said with a small laugh. “Sorry. I surrendered my divine essence a long time ago.”

Astarion made a noise of annoyance. “Of course you did. Gods forbid one of us have a special power to help us on this doomed little quest of ours. Are you certain you can’t - I don’t know - melt anyone? Have you tried?”

“I’m sure,” Ven assured him.

“Tch. Why waste our time when it offers no advantage in battle?” Lae’zel asked, looking rather irritated that her sword sharpening had been interrupted. 

“That’s very rude, Lae’zel,” said Wyll. “She trusts us enough to tell us about herself and this is how we receive her? Thank you for telling us, Ven.”

“You were open-minded about my worship of Shar," Shadowheart said evenly. "I’ll be open-minded about your heritage."

Gale, whose gaze had been far-off as if he were locked in his own thoughts, suddenly looked to Ven with enlightenment in his eyes. He spoke for the first time since she shared the news.

“Ven is a nickname,” he said slowly. It was not a question.

“Yes,” she confirmed.

“Derived from Venhaerys,” Gale continued.

“I was going to get to that part-” Ven began, but was interrupted by a loud holler from Karlach.

The tiefling held up a red hand to silence anyone that was about to speak. “Hold on! Venhaerys Summerstar? Hero of Baldur’s Gate? There’s a statue of you in the city!” she said. “Well, I mean, it’s a fountain and it doesn’t have your face on it or anything, but - your name’s on the plaque! For defeating Sareveok! Holy fuck, soldier. This whole time-”

“So you’re the Bhaalspawn who came to the city a hundred years ago?” Astarion asked, assessing Venhaerys in a new light. “Well. Maybe this news isn’t so bad. You might have powerful allies we could use.”

“I’ve heard stories about you and your friends my whole life,” Wyll said. He looked a little dazed. “We’ve all been sleeping next to a famous hero every night.”

“You’re the Blade of Frontiers, Wyll. You’re famous, too,” Ven pointed out with a roll of her eyes.

“Sure, but I’m not part god,” he pointed out.

“Technically, I’m not part god anymore-”

“- and you know Jaheira - “ Karlach rambled to herself.

“I can’t blame you for wanting to keep it to yourself,” Shadowheart said, looking amused as she jerked a thumb in the direction of the enthusiastic tiefling.

“I didn’t intend to keep it to myself. When I met you and Lae’zel, I introduced myself only as Ven because I assumed we’d either die in our escape attempt or we’d go our separate ways soon after,” Ven explained. “I didn’t think it was worth getting into. And then we got caught up in other problems and time just slipped away from me…”

“Is there anything we should be aware of?" Shadowheart asked. "Any divine liabilities?”

Astarion straightened. “Yes, I’m not going to wake up in the middle of the night-”

“And find me trying to suck on your neck?” Ven asked, pointedly looking at the vampire spawn. His shoulders slumped and he quieted. “No. Nothing like that. People do occasionally try to kill me when they find out I’m a Bhaalspawn, though, so… watch out for that, I suppose.”

“I’m sure we can handle whoever is foolish enough to make the attempt,” Wyll said confidently.

“Is everyone okay with this?” Ven asked, surveying the faces of those in the campsite. 

“Sure, why not?” Astarion asked with a dismissive wave of his hand. “But if you do happen to develop god-powers, I’d like to be the first to know, darling.” 

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfic #bhaalspawn tav #bhaalspawn as in the protag of the first two games lmao #bg 3 fanfic #bg 3

[strscrossed]

Sprichst du auch Deutsch???

Anyway. If it’s not too much work, could you please share with me why you think Sissi/Death is like Eremika? I sincerely can’t see how!

I’m not gonna give any spoilers but, it’s not that Sissi doesn’t do anything about Death. She just has a different approach to him than the Wikipedia English articule might suggest. If you’re gonna watch/listen to the musical, please share your thoughts or review it later! I’d love to read it!

But I can’t see Eren seducing Mikasa’s son to the point of driving him toward suicide. Eren is selfish, he’s possessive, he’s jealous and prone to rage. The connection of Eren to Death is tempting to makes But Eren wanted Mikasa to forget him and live a long life. Death here wants Sissi dead so she can be with him.

If I’m gonna be honest, I have a really hard time seeing Eren as Death or Mikasa as Sissi. I think Eren could be Sissi though. They’re both idealistic young people who grew up carefree, but found out their world was oppressive and cruel and indifferent towards them. They’re both disillusioned and depressed, but Sissi was an escapist, Eren sought do destroy what he hated.

Mikasa’s devotion to Eren mirrors Franz Joseph’s love for Sissi. He failed her again and again, but he never stopped loving her the way he knew how (‘Sie wissen nicht, wie ich diese Frau geliebt habe’). And his sense of duty is like Mikasa’s. Alas, Franz Joseph was not loved back, and instead chose to let Sissi spend as much time away as she wanted.

no I don’t speak german though i understand small amounts of it.

i’m actually spoiler friendly so please feel free to drop spoilers! yes I’m going to watch it this weekend or maybe even thursday and i’m so very excited because sisi is one of my favorite european historical figures!

i think the thing about aus are that we can tailor them and adjust them as we see fit. i also think experiences also shape characters into what they are. like in canon, eren was protecting her for something spent the rest of his life trying to protect her. he wanted her to live a long life you’re right but what if he didn’t have that connection to her? he met her as death. and the only way to be together was well, him going for it. again i’ll have to watch this for more context but i do believe based on context, eren may be more or less selfish with her.

you know i always did get the feeling that the relationship between franz josef and sisi was one sided but also he did nothing to protect her from his awful mother either. i personally don’t see that with em.

also one thing was that death takes two of sisi’s children. i don’t see eren doing that intentionally. i can see him doing that inadvertently though. especially in canon where he inadvertently causes the death of his mother by rerouting dina’s titan’s path and also causing sasha’s death via the attack on liberio.

tbh the death and the maiden trope is something i’ve always associated with eremika with mikasa being the personification of rebirth and starting over while eren was the personification of death and the harbinger of doom.

just how i see it as of now.

#answered

[chiso]

I'm aware I'm speaking to a wall whenever I talk about shonen, but I think like after finishing aot (the only shonen besides dbz and naruto I ever finished) I can say that Mikasa actually portrays the "Girl who likes guy is her main personality trait" that people always fault Sakura Haruno (Naruto) for, way more.

With that I mean, she is actually a character, where I for once can see why people say that she's badly written. I never did with Sakura. (besides agreeing she needed more screentime, but the writing and development she got is NOT bad)

Mikasa's attachment to Eren comes from Trauma, which makes her obsession understandable, but it doesn't really help me in "rooting" for them to come together. I would have totally been fine with them becoming a couple, but the thing is, until the very last episodes, it felt so painfully one-sided. Eren always treated her so coldly. (Again, somethign people fault Sasuke for, while he, in my opinion, showed way more care and interest in Sakura than Eren did to Mikasa, which is wild, considering the series started with them already living together, while Sasuke and Sakura barely knew each other besides being classmates when things started.)

ANYWAY, what I want to say with my rant is, that I'm kind of upset that people praise Eren and Mikasa's love story, while Sasuke and Sakuras gets shamed as "worst ship" ever, while it's more like... the other way around for me. I don't hate the EM ship but I genuinely just don't root for it or find enjoyment in it. I always wanted Mikasa to become more of her own person (which doesn't necessarily equal to her stopping to love Eren) but it kind of... never happened. The only person who forced strong emotions out of her besides Eren was Armin, but even with him, I had the feeling that in the end the only thing she lived for, was still Eren, and only Eren. Also something Sakura didn't do tbh. She even often put others before Sasuke and in the epilogue as his wife, she's also has her own job and life. Is Mikasa less hated because she is strong and Sakura was weak in the first season? I seriously don't get the "rules" of being praised as a female character in shonens lol. But to me personally, Sakura is a better female lead than Mikasa was.

I liked Mikasa, she's okay, but she has a lot of wasted potential, and there's even more lost potential in the whole doomed romance plot she had ongoing with Eren.

But that's at least my unpopular opinion for the day ig?

#I don't wanna tag this but I had to talk about this somewhere after seeing EM people trashing on SS #like... look in a mirror first. #I loved AOT and the anime adaption is amazing #smth naruto lacks so much in UNFORTUNATELY (thx filler and cheap animation) #But ship wise come onnn #anyway I should go to bed instead of releasing fandom discourse brain farts