#'it is not a sin to be a child' did not just come from nowhere!

[thehandymen]

i feel like this episode really drove home just how alone young gojo and geto were. it's been a running theme in the series for a while that sorcerers are often left to fend for themselves from pretty early on in their careers, and miwa even mentions at one point that people tend to keep others at a distance just because of how dangerous their work is and it's not worth grieving someone every other day. but even in a school setting, it's so obvious that the teachers and other adults solely exist to deliver instruction and delegate missions - no advice, no emotional support, no real guidance despite how draining their lifestyle can be and how young the students are. gojo, geto, riko, and kuroi show up at jujutsu high after 3 days of constantly being on guard and no one is waiting for them. during the mission there was no sign of yaga or anyone else checking in on how they were doing or if they needed any extra support (sending 2 of their underclassmen does not count). and i know to a certain extent the hands off approach is because they trust in gojo and geto's abilities but the amount of responsibility they were burdening literal children with is kind of insane. minor spoilers but geto's character development from here on out should not come as a surprise to anyone. especially with future scenes that we will be seeing animated (such as a certain one in the morgue), i hope this season will make it clear that adult gojo being protective of his students and willing to defy the higher ups is more than him just being cocky and "the strongest." jujutsu society and the system as a whole consistently failed him and his friends. he became the strongest because he had to be.

#if there is one thing gege has done right. #it's the depiction of youth in jujutsu society #the exploitation and the trauma and the heartbreak #'it is not a sin to be a child' did not just come from nowhere! #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jjk spoiler #gojo satoru #geto suguru #amanai riko #jjk season 2 #jujutsu kaisen season 2

[aerynwrites]

Desire

Halsin x Fem!Reader

A/N: Am I going to use this gif for every nsfw halsin piece? yes. do I care? absolutly not. lol. Anyways, this is based off this request! I hope you all enjoy <3

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. NSFW. Breeding Kink, Halsin wants to get reader pregnant, creampie, unprotected sex, PiV Sex, fingering, Halsin is feral in this one i feel like lol, dirty talk (kinda), discussions of starting a family, fluff, soft at the end.

His hands are like branding irons against your skin, rough calluses creating delicious friction as he slides them beneath your shirt. 

“Halsin, what…?” your questions trails off into a breathless moan as he nips at the delicate skin of your neck, all while ushering you quite frantically to his chamber in the grove. 

While Halsin and you are intimate more often than most, this is abnormal. Your partner is usually slow, attentive, attuned to your every need. But now…he still seems to be attuned to you but his pace is…feral. It’s needy and hurried, as if he can’t get to you quick enough, can’t press his body to you close enough.

And it seemed to come from nowhere. 

The only thing of note that happened that day was that you and Halsin went to visit one of the refugee families who had just had a babe a few days past. A beautiful baby girl that you had been dying to hold since you helped bring her into this world. You and Halsin had spent but a scant amount of time in their home before Halsin was whisking you away. 

And now here you are, being pressed down onto a familiar bed, with Halsin filling your every sense, surrounding you with nothing but himself. His fingers are already fumbling with the ties of your shirt, and while you don’t stop him, you can’t help but try to voice your question once more. 

“Halsin,” you say, breath catching in your throat as he starts to trail kisses down your newly exposed skin. “What has gotten into you?” you finally ask.

His lips break from your skin only long enough to offer a reply, and even then they still brush against you, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he travels down, his hands slowly inching your shirt upwards in effort to remove it. 

“Seeing you with the child, with that small babe in your arms,” he groans as he nuzzles into your hip. “It did things to me that I had never imagined.”

His teeth nip at your skin as your heart rate stutters, arousal pooling in your belly as you realize what he’s saying.

“I want that,” he whispers, voice thick with sin. “I want to see you round with my child. I want to fill you so completely until there is no doubt you carry our babe in your belly…”

His hands have slid down again, fingers hooking in the waistband of your pants, and your hips are coming up to aid him before you even speak.

“Oh, gods…yes-” you moan, your permission leaving your lips without any hesitation.

And that is all Halsin requires. 

Your pants are pulled from you, discarded across the room along with your shirt and underthings soon after.  You don’t even see how Halsin rids himself of his garments before he is on you once more, his body blanketing yours in a wall of furnace like heat and pure muscle.

You can feel him against your hip, hot and hard as steel, already leaking against your skin. His hands wander to your thighs, fingers digging into the muscle as he settles himself between your hips. 

Halsin typically spends an infuriating amount of time with foreplay, saying he often enjoys it more than the deed itself, but tonight you can sense it will be different. He’s eager, more so than usual and you can see the way his muscles strain beneath his skin. The tendons in his neck pulled taught, biceps bulging, the chords in his back tense beneath your hands as you run them down his spine. 

He wants to take you. Now. 

And if it were any other night you would protest, liking and needing the preparation. But tonight…tonight you can’t wait. You’re already dripping from the way he touched you earlier, from the way he practically dragged you into his chambers, devouring you the whole way. And Haslin finds out as well, one of his hands sliding deftly upwards to sink between your legs, fingers slipping between wet folds before teasing your entrance. 

His shoulders shake with a stuttered sigh, his breath warm against your lips as he sinks two fingers inside you. 

“You’re already dripping, for me,” he groans, lips brushing against yours as his head falls down to rest on your shoulder. “Tell me you do not want this and I will stop,” he says softly, using what little restraint remains to give you about. “Say the word and I will turn from you now-”

Your fingers dig into his back, things clenching against his hips. “Don’t you dare-”

His fingers leave you as soon as the words escape you, and he rises up just enough to capture your lips with his own as he sinks himself inside you in one fluid thrust. He swallows the sinful moan that rips from your chest, tongue pushing past your lips to drink in your pleasure as he wastes no time in setting a punishing pace. 

The stretch of him is divine, the slight discomfort giving way to ecstasy as he moves against you. His arms rest beside your head, fingers carding through your hair as he pulls away for air, only to nose gently at your cheek. 

“I can see you now,” he whispers, one hand coming down to rest against your stomach, his lips trailing to your jaw and lower. “Heavy with child but glowing as your body works to bring new life into this world.”

His hips snap into you then, causing him to brush up against that sweet spot inside you with each consequent press of his hips.

“Oh, fuck - Halsin-!”

You can feel yourself hurtling towards your end, desire burning in your veins as that all too familiar coil pulls taut in your core. Your very being sings with pleasure as Halsin touches you, his lips like liquid fire against your already burning skin. 

Thick arms move to slide beneath you, wrapping around your waist and tilting your hips upwards ever so slightly until he’s pressing into you so deep you see stars. 

“And they will know - everyone will know who you belong to,” he says, voice strained as his hips start to lose rhythm. 

You feel his lips brushing against your ear, breath warm as he whispers the words that are your undoing. “Everyone will know that you are mine.”

Pure starlight explodes behind your eyes as you come undone, clenching around Halsin as he works you through your orgasm with short stuttered thrusts. His name falls from your lips like a prayer, nails leaving deep red marks along his back as you fight to pull him impossibly closer. 

Halsin comes with a shout of your name, warmth spilling inside of you as he continues to move his hips slowly against your own, working you both through your highs until you’re both equally spent. 

His chest presses deliciously against your own as he sags down into the bed, your skin slick with sweat and much more. But Halsin doesn’t seem to mind, pressing gentle kisses to your temple, your cheek, before finally capturing your lips in a proper kiss.

You sigh against him as he kisses you, his lips soft and gentle in comparison to his earlier frenzied actions. His arms slip from around you, moving instead to run up your sides and down your thighs that are still wrapped around his hips. 

You are the first to pull away, but Halsin seems reluctant to remove himself from you, pressing whisper light kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, and down to your neck. Sliding one hand up his back and over his shoulder, your fingers carding through his hair as you scratch lightly at his scalp. 

“Halsin is this…do you truly want this? Children?” you ask, voice soft. 

The man above you lets out a soft sigh, forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder before coming back up to press another kiss to your lips. When he finally pulls away to answer your question, his hazel eyes are soft and sparkling with a vulnerability you don’t often see in the older elf.

“To say that I have not had a desire for a family would be a lie,” he says quietly. “But I did not know just how deeply that desire ran until I saw you holding Anya’s child. Seeing you like that, caring for a babe with a smile on your face made me realize how much I truly crave that. With you. I wish to have a family with you, my heart. But only if that is something you desire as well.”

Your chest aches with absolute joy as he speaks, eyes starting to water at the sincerity of his words. While you’d never voiced the thought to Halsin, you’d also thought about having children with him. You’d always just assumed he wouldn’t want to be tied down, always destined to wander. So, to hear that he wants this too - with you no less, it makes you feel ready to burst with happiness, your chest tight in the best way.

You nod, lips splitting into a grin. “Yes. Yes, I want…I want that with you too, Halsin. So much.”

The grin that adorns his face is enough to rival your own joy, and you’re unable to stop the squeal of utter delight as he peppers your face with kisses.

“You continue to make me the happiest man on this earth,” he says as his forehead comes to rest on your own. “I do not deserve you.”

“Yes, you do,” you tell him, reaching up to cup his cheek as a sly smirk tugs at your lips. “But…if we want to start a family…I’d say we better keep trying.”

Halsin laughs, pressing a kiss to your lips before pressing his hips into yours again. And you have a feeling you won’t be leaving your bed until the sun shines in the morning.

#halsin x reader #bg3 x reader #halsin #bg3 halsin #bg3 #baldurs gate 3

[sepublic]

Thinking of how the Titan showed Luz the first glyph, Light, because she was kind to his son and listened to him, made him feel like his interests mattered when so many others overlooked the little guy and didn’t care about people like him. He didn’t force Luz to painstakingly find it on her own, as Philip did; The Titan freely gave this to her.

Then the second glyph, Ice, comes when Luz takes the moment to listen to the Titan; To say that she’ll learn on his terms, she’ll respect his body and work with him. Luz paid attention to the unheard son, and now the parent, speaking with and not for him as Philip did.

She gets the Plant glyph afterwards by continuing to follow that principle and give his son fun and company...

And the final glyph, Fire? Wing it like Witches is a major epiphany for Luz’s development, where it really hits her that she can’t drag her friends around in her attempts to play out certain beloved tropes and story beats she grew up on; In particular, this episode was about her desire to be the underdog hero, dragging Willow into relatively high-stakes consequences for a Grudgby match she did not ask for.

Sound familiar? I wonder if the Titan was low key afraid of Luz following in Philip’s steps, recognized that similar hero complex... Even if Luz was nowhere near as evil as Belos, well. Philip started off from somewhere, he didn’t begin as a genocidal dictator with countless sins to his name, he built his way up. Maybe the Titan is just being paranoid, Luz is so young after all! But in the end, he hid one final glyph from Philip because of his need for control, and it was admittedly Luz who jeopardized this precaution by giving Philip the Light spell.

Yet in Wing it like Witches, Luz really matures when she steps up and takes responsibility for her recklessness, for subsuming Willow’s problem and low key making it about herself, and what she decides for the group. Luz takes the full consequences of the stakes she set up so neither Willow nor Gus have to, and it’s this mature gesture of self-awareness that prompts them to reciprocate and forgive Luz.

So I wonder if THAT moment was what solidified to the Titan that yes, I really can trust this child. This human, the first after centuries of another who has been desecrating my corpse, bastardizing my name; She truly didn’t know any better, and meant well, teaching Philip the Titan’s last glyph. The first few glyphs were like little gifts, but giving Luz the last one meant she had full access to all of the Titan’s magic, so long as she experimented with glyph combos. And the Titan felt safe to entrust her with something he barred from Philip, because why?

Because Luz got over that fatal flaw of Philip’s; The desire to be the hero at any cost. That proved she wouldn’t follow in his footsteps, she diverged at a crucial point, and it meant she’d never become another Belos. They both worked and studied for the glyphs, but what mattered was the compassion that Luz had, and it was her kindness that began her discovery of glyphs. The Titan could trust his final glyph to her, Fire... But as he’d find out, it wasn’t even his final gift to Luz, either.

There really is this recurring arc of hesitancy from the Titan; Someone who was used, betrayed, and taken advantage of. And knew how easy it was for the same to happen to his son. So to see the little ways in which he opens up, recognizes Luz’s kindness and maturity and responds to each step in her growth... It’s like someone learning to trust again, realizing they’ve really found a friend after all. It’s no wonder Luz is treated like an old friend by the Titan, because she is one, and it makes his final gift and farewell to her all the more impactful.

On a lighter note! I’m just imagining the Titan figuring out how to show Luz the Fire glyph, after deciding he’ll do just that. I keep thinking of him watching Luz in the Grudgby game, cheering her on and giving Luz support by illuminating his last glyph in Boscha’s fire; “Here kid, take this!” It’s such a relatively casual and silly moment too, because the Titan isn’t obsessed with the theatrics and drama of godhood.

#the owl house #boiling isles titan #luz noceda #glyphs

[bloatedandalone04]

Good as Gold

➪the one where leon fell in love with you from the second he saw you.

Warnings: angst, fluff, indications of smut, leon pining over you, jealous leon, mentions of injuries, mentions of blood, blood, descriptions of blood + injuries, you all really need to stop with those foul leon fics, i am so serious, he deserves some fluff once in a while, damn

Word Count: 5.5k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

The first time Leon saw you, he knew he wanted to do everything in his power to protect you, despite you being a very good agent and more than capable of protecting yourself. 

Still, he knew he wanted to be around you all the time, and he was quite certain he was in love with you after the first conversation the two of you had. 

When you and he were assigned as partners for this mission where he and you had to act like a couple, he was borderline thrilled, then he realized he would be spending most of his time looking out for you instead of actually getting the information he needed from the doctors. 

It was an attempt at stopping a virus before it got out, and Leon had to go full camouflage for this one. He cut his hair short and hated it immediately, but the look you gave him once you saw it for the first time had him appreciating it a bit more. 

He had to wear a suit that night, and even he thought he looked quite nice, but nowhere near as good as you looked. You were given a dark blue dress with a slit in the side, and he was obsessed with it from the minute he saw it. 

Then you hooked your arm in his and stayed glued to his side the whole night as you both listened to the drunk doctors spill all the information on the virus, and the recorder in Leon’s suit pocket caught everything. 

When you two got back to the hotel you were staying at for just one night, you fell asleep with your head on Leon’s chest, still wearing that sinful dress he wanted to take off you. Neither of you planned for that mission very well, even forgetting to pack extra clothes, so you both had to sleep in your formal attire. Leon took off his jacket and put it over you while you slept, and he spent his night trying to figure out how to face you the next morning after finding out how well your body fit against his own. 

He didn’t mean to, really. They had given him a room with only one bed, and neither of you wanted the other to sleep on the uncomfortable couch in the corner. 

You talked about everything and nothing at all, and Leon was so close to saying those three words to you, but decided it wasn’t the best time. 

Oh, how he regretted that one. 

Another mission you were given together had the addition of Chris, and that annoyed Leon since he knew the Redfield brother had a thing for you, too. It was annoying because Leon didn’t just have a thing for you, he was in love with you, and had been for a year at that point. 

The mission was going well, but Leon had to continuously watch Chris flirt with you, and you did nothing about it since you had no idea about the way Leon felt about you. He was extremely good at hiding it, though he did try to show it in subtle ways; like keeping you behind him at all times whenever you were near something potentially dangerous, or how he loosely laced his fingers with yours under the table as you and he debriefed from missions, how he always let you come to him whenever the weight of the job felt like it was too much for you to handle. 

He did all of it for you, and he wished he was man enough to do more.

Because now he watched as Chris brushed your messy hair behind your ear as you caught your breath from the ten minute sprint you all just did to escape the infected villagers in the tunnels. 

Leon reloaded his gun as he took off in a random direction, muttering something to you about staying with Chris as he went to search for more ammo and weapons. 

Maybe it was petty, and maybe he was acting like a child, but he couldn’t help it.

He regretted it, though, because as soon as he got back to you and Chris, the villagers had found their way to the three of you, and they weren’t letting up this time. 

Leon’s ears were ringing as three different guns fired in opposite directions, and when he turned to check on you after hearing your quiet cry, his beloved gun almost slipped from his fingers as he saw the pitchfork that was embedded in your abdomen. 

He watched as Chris shot both the pitchfork wielder as well as another villager that was coming for you in your weakened state. He watched as you pulled the pitchfork out of you and feebly tossed it aside, and he watched as your body betrayed itself and began to sink to the ground. 

Before you could reach it, Leon finally snapped out of it and nearly got impaled himself as he ran over to you. He heard the sound of Chris shooting the man who tried giving Leon the same fate as you as he caught your body and lowered both himself and you to the ground.  

Blood formed on three places on your shirt, and Leon pressed his whole hand and forearm down against them without thinking twice. Your cry of pain had him wincing as he looked over at your pale face, and he felt his heart rate spike as he saw the blood that began pooling in your mouth. “Hey,” he said quietly as Chris single-handedly took out the last four guys before he was crouching on the other side of you. “Keep your eyes open for me.”

You give him a pointed look, even in your current state, as you mumble, “I’m trying to,”

“I know,” he muttered as he looked over at Chris, panic poorly hidden on both their faces. “What do we do? We can’t leave her. We need to get her out of here, she needs-”

“I know, Leon,” Chris cut him off, and Leon was sure the brunet was surprised at how quickly Leon had lost all control the second you had gotten hurt. “You need to get her out of here. Find the surface as fast as you can, and don’t look back for anything.” 

Chris tried to take control of the situation as best as he could, but Leon was barely listening as he looked back down at you and saw your emotionless face staring back up at him. A ghost of a smile was on your lips, but he knew you were fading quickly. “Hey,” he called again, much stricter this time, but you just blinked slowly. “Stay with me, okay? You’re not dying today. Not here.”

“Leon,” Chris said, reaching over and grabbing his shoulder. “You need to focus. Get her out of here, I’ll take care of the rest, you both need to get out of here. Now.”

Leon barely nodded as he picked you up and wrapped his arms around your middle and under your thighs. You cry again, and Leon doesn’t look back at Chris as he takes off in the direction you all came from. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, refusing to stop as he ran through the tunnel and towards where he hoped the surface was. 

He knew he was abandoning the mission, even though he was advised to never do that. But he didn’t care. He couldn’t just leave you to die, he wouldn’t. 

“Leon,” you whispered, and it had him moving even faster. “It’s okay, I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt that much anymore.”

He knew you were going into shock, and he refused to see you reach the stage that came after that as he kicked open the gate and fled from the tunnels. “You’re okay,” he rasped as he ran through the small town and towards the Jeep. “You’re okay, baby.”

The name slipped out before he could stop it, but he didn’t care at this point, and neither did you as you smiled up at him. “I’ve always wanted to hear you call me that,” you confessed in a tired voice as he finally reached the car. “You’re my favorite person, Leon. I..”

Leon looked down and saw that your eyes were closed now, and he cursed as he opened the back door and gently set you down on the seats. He climbed in with you as he grabbed Chris’ jacket and wrapped it around your wound. He tied it pretty harshly around your middle in hopes to stop the blood, then felt around on your neck for your pulse. 

When he found it, he felt how faint it was and it sent him into a further panic as he got out of the back and into the driver’s seat. He knew Chris would be fine, and he also knew he couldn’t wait for him as he started the car and drove away from the town.

He’d have to send someone back for Chris, and then take the hit for being the one to abandon the mission. 

But if it meant saving you, he didn’t give a fuck about the repercussions. 

Leon got you back to salvation, but wasn’t allowed to be in the room with you as the nurses and doctors ripped your shirt after tearing off Chris’ jacket to see how bad your wound was. 

He was left in the hall as they worked on you, his arms and shirt covered in your blood. The sight was one he never wanted to see, and he knew he should go wash it off, but instead he stayed right there. 

This wasn’t a typical hospital, there were no waiting rooms, so he leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the hall to your room, and stayed there for God knows how long until a doctor finally came out and told him hours later that they had managed to stop the internal bleeding. But you had lost a lot of blood, and he was wearing most of it. 

He still wasn’t allowed to see you as they moved on to test you for any viruses, and he knew how long that could take. So he caved and went home to shower and wash off the red that covered him. 

Then he was right back in that hall after he changed into clean clothing. It was nearing a full twenty four hours since he carried you out of those tunnels, and he was beginning to go crazy. 

He needed to see you, needed to see for himself that you were okay and alive. He couldn’t live with himself if something happened to you when he was just a few feet away. 

The night nurse went in to check on you and accidentally woke Leon up from his spot on the floor. His back was against the wall as he looked up at her, and she gave him a wary smile. “I’m sorry, Agent Kennedy. I didn’t mean to wake you,” she apologized and he just waved her off. “I have to go report on her status, but she’s fine for now and will most likely recover within a few days.”

Leon perked up at that. “She’s going to be okay?”

“Yes,” the nurse nodded, then saw the look on his face and added, “That doesn’t mean you can sneak in there while I’m gone. I mean it, Kennedy. Her test results haven’t come back yet, she could be contagious with something.”

Leon nodded and watched as the nurse walked off before he promptly stood up and quietly opened the door to your room. He knew you didn’t have any viruses, he was with you the whole time, and he would’ve gotten it, too. 

After slowly closing the door behind him, Leon turned to look at you. His heart fell at the blank expression on your face, and the way your eyes didn’t move behind your closed eyelids. 

He had only ever seen you asleep a couple of times, one being back in that hotel room, another being when you had fallen asleep in the backseat of the Jeep as you waited for Chris to arrive so you could go on the mission, and both times you appeared to be dreaming. Your eyes never stopped moving behind closed lids, so to see them be so still now made him feel anxious. 

Without being able to stop himself, he walked over to you and stood next to the bed, his left hand finding yours on top of the covers. “Hey,” he mumbled as he extended his leg and pulled a nearby chair towards the bed without ever taking his eyes off you. His fingers tangle with yours as he sits down, and your warm skin against his had his heart calming down just a bit.

He looked over at your pretty face, the dirt and grime you’d collected from the tunnels now gone, and what replaced it was a few cuts here and there. Leon still thought you looked beautiful, and he wished he had told you that before this. He should’ve done so many things before this, but he was a coward when it came to you. 

But he wouldn’t be after you wake up. 

He would tell you that he loved you and how he needed you in his life. Because, after all, 

“You’re my favorite person, too,”

The same nurse from last night had found him with his head next to your hip on the bed, his hand still locked with yours, and she softly scolded him as she escorted him back out of the room and told him that he’d get to see you in a few days from now, and that you’d be awake by then.

That, along with the physical proof that you were okay, was what he needed to be able to talk through how the rest of the mission went with Chris. The eldest Redfield had successfully gathered up all the needed samples for the virus, as well as took out a large portion of those already infected with it before he caught a ride out of there and came to check on you.

Leon couldn’t even be annoyed at that since it was because of Chris that he was able to get you the help you needed in time. 

With no further updates on both you and the case, Leon was left to return back to his sad and empty apartment with the files Chris gave him to read over. It helped keep his mind off you for a bit, and when he was about halfway through the paperwork, he stopped to answer the door when someone knocked on it.

He opened it slowly, then swung it open when he saw that it was you who was on the other side. You look a lot better than you did the last time he saw you, and your small smile had his knees feeling a bit weak as you gazed at one another. “Hi,” you say quietly and Leon had to blink a few times to make sure this was real, and that he hadn’t fallen asleep at the table with the case files. 

“Hi,” he said back once he confirmed that he was awake and aware, and your smile grew a bit. 

“I heard you were the one who risked the whole mission to get me help after I stupidly got stabbed with a pitchfork,” you murmur and Leon wanted to take you into his arms at how you were still able to find humor in the very situation that had him nearly losing his mind. “Then I laughed and said that Leon Kennedy wouldn’t risk a mission for anything and how nothing else was that important to him. And then I realized that wasn’t true after I remembered how you carried me out of those tunnels and stayed with me until you couldn’t anymore.”

Leon stayed silent as he confirmed your words with a single nod. 

“Why did you do that?” You ask as you wrap one arm around your middle, and Leon wanted to pull you into his apartment and sit you down so you weren’t straining your wounds. “Why would you risk that?”

“You should sit down, Y/n,” he suggested instead of answering your question, but you just shook your head. 

“Why did you risk it?” You ask again. “You saved my life, but I’m not worth that risk, Leon.”

Leon shook his head as he stepped towards you. “You are worth that risk,” he couldn’t keep the way your words offended him out of his voice, and you picked up on it as you stayed still and asked, 

“Why did you risk it?” 

He knew you wouldn’t be satisfied with anything other than an honest answer, and he wasn’t going to go back on his words and lie to you about how he felt. Seeing you with your eyes closed and your body covered in blood almost made him lose his mind, and he couldn’t continue to live without telling you just how much you meant to him. 

“Because I love you,” he answered as if it was the most simplest question he’d ever been asked, and he supposed it was. “And I couldn’t live with myself if you had died on that mission and I didn’t.”

Your mouth closes as you take in his words, and when you begin to blink away tears, he continues,

“I know you can protect yourself, and I know you’re not defenseless, but I still want to be the one who protects you,” he took your hand in his, similar to the way he did back in your hospital room. “I want to be the one to take the hit for you, or the stab for you, or the bullet. You really think you’re not worth the risk? I’d risk it all for you all over again in a heartbeat. Without a second thought, I’d do it again.”

You bite down on your lip as you lace your fingers with his and allow him to pull you into his apartment. He guides you over to the couch, but before he could gesture for you to sit, you push him down instead and drape your thighs over his. “You love me?” You asked in a quiet tone as you hesitantly placed your hand on his shoulder. 

Leon nodded, giving you full control over everything right now and keeping his hands at his sides.

You force away a smile as you shyly ask, “Will you say it again?” and Leon wasn’t used to having you act so nervous and hesitant around him. Usually you were so confident and collected, but right now you were allowing yourself to be vulnerable with him, and he loved you even more for it. 

He didn’t think he could deny you anything right now, so he nodded in response to your question. “I love you,” he said again, then added with a barely-there smirk, “Baby.”

You give him a pretty smile and lean in to press your forehead against his as you guide his arms up to gently wrap around your middle. “I’ve always wanted to hear you call me that,” you repeated your words from earlier in the week, and Leon hummed as the tip of his nose hit yours. 

“I know,” he rasped. “I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you that I’m in love with you. I’ve loved you since the second I saw you.”

“Leon,” you murmur and gently run your fingers through his short hair. It still hadn’t fully grown out yet, but he didn’t mind it as you softly tug on the strands. “It doesn’t matter how long it took you. I would’ve waited forever, I think. Because I love you, too.”

He let out a sigh of relief he had no idea he was holding as he leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. “I nearly lost it when I carried you out of those tunnels,” he confessed. “I thought I’d lost my chance to tell you how I felt, and how beautiful I think you are.”

The words sounded foreign to him as he didn’t have a whole lot of time to put towards a relationship due to his job, but that didn’t make them any less true. 

And you knew this as you caressed the side of his face and traced his various freckles with your thumb. “Maybe soon you’ll be able to show me how you feel, too,” you teased and pressed yourself closer to him. “Thank you for saving my life, Leon. And thank you for finally telling me the words I’ve been wanting to hear from you for over a year now. I never let myself believe that you could ever feel that way about me.”

Leon was careful with your stomach area as he ran his hands up your back and gently gripped the back of your neck. He kissed you deeply and felt his heart skip a beat at the quiet moan you released, and he knew it would be the best kiss he’s ever shared with someone. Because it was you.  “Believe it,” he mumbled. “Because I’ve been yours since day one.”

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[vikkirosko]

I saw that your request box is open and I've been wanting to ask

can I request platonic! Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Alastor and Lucifer coming across a child fem! reader after she bumped into them and falling onto the sidewalk and start profusely apologizing for accidentally into them while looking incredibly scared and frightened just then they realized that the child had black wings and seeing that they are wearing a white dress that only angels would wear and fairly realized the reader was a fallen angel soon when taken to the hotel and ask how did she ended up in hell, the reader first looked very hesitant to explain but slowly open up about how they were casted out of heaven for not following the strict rules properly and that the higher upside expected angels to be perfect and flawless that no mistakes should be made even minor ones and child fem! reader felt incredibly pressured and anxious about the needs to be perfect that when she accidentally fall out of line for making a minor mistake, she was unfairly casted out into hell and why her once white wings turned black no longer able to fly to heaven's gates and aimlessly wondering the streets of pentagram city lost and scared not knowing what to do or where to go now as well as avoiding sinners and overlords alike

Platonic headcanons Not perfect

🌈 Charlie Morningstar x child fem!Reader 🎶

After Charlie visited Heaven, she began to look at angels differently. She understood that not all of them were sinless and just. That's why she was surprised when she came across a child, a girl dressed in a white dress similar to those worn on Heaven and you had wings, but the feathers were not white but black. You immediately started apologizing to her, but Charlie hastened to calm you down. You looked tired, so she suggested that you go with her to her hotel, where you could relax and where you would be safe

At the hotel, you were able to eat properly and calm down. It was only after that that Charlie asked you about how you ended up in Hell. At first you didn't dare to start the story, but Charlie gently took your hands and told you that you had nothing to fear and that she just wanted to help you. You got a little bolder and told her that, despite the external ideality and happiness, there were many strict rules and requirements for angels like you in Heaven. You all had to follow these rules implicitly, as if you had no will of your own. For you, such a life has been one huge source of stress and anxiety

In the end, you made a mistake. One minor mistake cost you everything. You were banished from Heaven and your wings turned black and you couldn't come back. All this time you've been wandering the streets aimlessly, trying not to attract attention to yourself. Charlie couldn't believe that you could be treated so cruelly, but she remembered her father's story. She understood that your story was the real truth

Since you had nowhere to go, Charlie suggested that you stay at the hotel. You were an angel and now you could help sinners atone for their sins. Charlie hoped that then Emily could bring you back to Heaven, because you were sent to Hell unfairly. In the meantime, Charlie could give you a new home and a life where you didn't have to try your best to make no mistakes every day

❌ Vaggie x child fem!Reader 🎀

Vaggie didn't feel happy when she lived on Heaven. A huge number of rules, many of which were far from morally fair, and, as it turned out, severe punishments for what was considered a misdemeanor. She didn't know any other angels besides Lucifer and her who ended up in Hell until she ran into you on the street. You were a little girl in a white dress, with a scared expression on your face and black wings that clearly used to be white. You were an angel, a fallen angel

You started to apologize for bumping into her, but Vaggie tried to calm you down, saying that everything was fine. She asked how you got here, but you didn't say anything, just looked down. Your embarrassment only got worse when your stomach rumbled. Vaggie suggested that you go to the hotel where she lived, telling you that you could eat and relax there. She assured me that it would be safe there, so you went to the hotel with her

It was only back at the hotel, after you were able to eat properly, that you told her that you had been expelled from Heaven for a minor mistake. Vaggie remembered what the rules were there. She saw the sadness in your eyes, and told you that she, too, was, in a sense, banished. The fact that she was an angel made you happy, because now there was a chance that you wouldn't be alone anymore

You stayed at the hotel, under the care of Vaggie. She and Charlie took care of you and helped you start a new life. For you, Vaggie has become a living example of the fact that life does not end after exile. She was sure that you would be able to find your happiness, even though you were in Hell, and she would be there to keep you safe

🕷 Angel Dust x child fem!Reader 💖

Angel did not often see children in Hell, which is why when he ran into you on the street, he was surprised. You were a girl in a white dress and, strangely, with wings. The feathers of your wings were black, although according to Charlie, the angels had white wings, and there was a scared expression on your face. You immediately started apologizing to him. You were obviously afraid, and Angel hastened to calm you down. He wasn't mad at you and didn't know how to calm you down, so he offered to treat you to something delicious. It was so that you could eat that you went to the hotel

At the hotel, you were able to calm down and eat, after which Angel asked you how you ended up in Hell. He said that you didn't look like a sinner, but rather like an angel who happened to be in Hell. When you lowered your head, he realized that he was right. At first you were silent, but then quietly, uncertainly told him that you really were an angel, but life was hard for you in Heaven. The angels had to follow a huge number of rules. You were required to be perfect and set an example for souls to strive for the light. However, it has become a huge stress for you. Your whole life was full of worries, and in the end you made a small, insignificant mistake, for which you were severely punished

You were banished from Heaven, sent to Hell. Your wings turned black, and no matter how hard you tried to get back in, you couldn't do it. You just fell painfully, unable to return home. Angel listened to your story, feeling how sorry he was for you. You were just a child who was unfairly punished, especially so severely. He also understood that it would be difficult for you to survive in Hell, so he suggested that you stay at the hotel, telling you what kind of place it was and that he himself lived here

Angel has taken on the role of someone who will look out for you. Charlie was glad that Angel was getting better, and even more so she didn't mind you staying at the hotel. Angel may not have been the perfect person, but he was real, alive, and ready to help you stop trying to adjust to the ideal that was imposed on you, too. He wanted to help you start living freely

📻 Alastor x child fem!Reader 🎙

Alastor periodically strolled through the streets of the city. Many people were afraid of him and tried not to approach him, and so when a child crashed into him, Alastor was surprised by this. That child was you. You, dressed in a white dress and with black wings on your back, started hurriedly apologizing to him without raising your head. Alastor was in no hurry to say anything. He saw what was obvious. You were an angel, maybe a fallen angel, and it could have done him some good, so he asked if you were hungry, and then took you to the hotel

You were able to eat at the hotel, and only after that Alastor, who was looking at you carefully, asked how you ended up in Hell. At that moment, you froze, lowering your head and slowly starting to speak. It was only after a few minutes that you finally told me what happened. You told me that Heaven had a huge number of rules for angels. You were required to be perfect, but it was hard for you emotionally and eventually you made a mistake. A mistake that you paid very seriously for

You were banished to Hell and your wings turned black. You couldn't go back no matter how hard you tried. All you have to do is wander the streets of the city, hiding from sinners and demons. Alastor listened to you carefully and realized that it could benefit him. He did not voice his thoughts and offered to stay with you at the hotel. He introduced you to Charlie and soon you really became one of those who lived in the hotel

Alastor saw how pleased you were to meet Charlie and find yourself in a comfortable environment. The princess helped you and learned from you about what Heaven really was. Alastor understood that when you get stronger, your strength can help him gain freedom

🍎 Lucifer Morningstar x child fem!Reader 🐍

Lucifer rarely walked around the city, but after he started living in his daughter's hotel, he began to go out into the world more. It was during one of these walks that he met you. You were the kid who bumped into him. You immediately started apologizing and Lucifer tried to calm you down at first, but then realized that you weren't a sinner or a demon. He would have recognized the white dress and wings anywhere. You were an angel, but the feathers of your wings were black, which made it clear to him that you were a fallen angel, just like him. It caused him a lot of emotions. He couldn't leave you, knowing full well how you were feeling right now

He brought you to the hotel, realizing that you had nowhere to go. So that you wouldn't worry even more, he took you away from the others to his room and already there told you who he was. Lucifer saw how surprised you were, but it seemed to really calm you down. When he asked how you ended up in Hell, you briefly fell silent, lowering your head, but then hesitantly told him that after he was thrown into Hell, the requirements for angels became very strict. You, like other angels, were required to be perfect and follow what the seraphims said. It was hard for you to be perfect. Every day, within strict limits, almost drove you crazy

Due to severe stress, it was difficult for you to follow strict rules, and eventually you made a minor mistake, for which you were so severely punished by being banished to Hell. Your wings turned black and you couldn't fly to Heaven. It seemed that if you tried to do this, at some point your wings could burst into flames, causing you unbearable pain. You didn't have a home anymore. You didn't have anyone to help you. All you could do was wander aimlessly through the streets, doing your best to hide from sinners and demons

Lucifer listened attentively to your story and by the time it ended, he was sure that you had been unfairly sent to Hell. You didn't have the power that he had, and therefore you could easily get hurt. Lucifer didn't want you, a child who was so cruelly abandoned, to get hurt. He decided to take you under his care. He knew that you could become stronger and wanted to help you. Maybe in Hell, you can be happier than you were in Heaven

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[dabiscrustyfeet]

Hiiii! (I’ve looked everywhere to see if your asks were open or not, but if they aren’t or you’re busy or anything like that, please ignore me!) I just had the idea of “what if MC already had a pact with Diavolo when they first arrived at the devildom cause they’d met him when they were a kid and he became fond of them since they had no one to look out for them” and was wondering if you could do the brothers’ reaction to that? I love love love your writing btw!!

AaAAAAhhhH this is so cute!! And I’m glad you like my writing love. So very sorry this is late though

GN MC who had a pact with Diavolo before coming to Hell ft. the sins

You were a young child who had nowhere to go. Your parents, who you never met, have abandoned you at a young age, and you had only yourself to fend for. The people of the village pitied you, and the other children steered clear from you - afraid they may live like you. You learned to trust nobody or get too close and comfortable with anyone - you feared they’ll leave you like your family did. A young child you were, yet you had the mind of a wise person - you grew up too fast.

You lived near a forest you always went to, the smell of the leaves and the wind calmed you. You were still trekking through the forest and it felt like hours. You were trying to find a little shed or something to stay in - you hoped your fantasy books were saying the truth about random houses in forests.

To your luck, you found a shed of some sorts. It wasn’t run down, just a bit old. There was some ivies on the door and parts of the walls, and the windows were blackened. With some hesitation, you opened the door and quickly ran to the side, in case something was in there. When nothing came out the door, you peeked your head to the side. You were ever so grateful the sun was shining, illuminating the inside of the shed.

The shed had what looked like a sofa [ which you were definitely not touching ] and some sort of kitchen. You took a step inside and saw that in the far corner there was a bed. However what caught your eye was a shelf full of a few books that was next to the bed. All of your wariness faded away and you ran to the shelf. You always loved books : each different book took you to a different world to live in.

Pulling a book from the shelf, you blew off the dust and inspected the cover. It was black with gold accents adorning the spine, and a strange gold marking in the middle of the cover. You looked for the title, but there were none, not even a blurb. Opening the book to the first page, there was a warning, telling you not to venture further into the book, however, you payed no heed. You were bored, and curious. You turned the page slowly, and saw a whole passage. You didn’t recognise the language, only a few words – you reckoned it was latin.

Now, you loved reading, but there were no pictures. Or any interesting patterns : you were still a child, you like drawings. Skipping pages, you were trying to find something that intrigued you. A page suddenly fell out : a page too old and tattered to be part of this book. There was a massive black pattern in the middle of the page– it looked as though there was blood on the paper. In a large font was a passage under the pattern. There was warning written above the passage. It seemed as though the one wrote the warning was desperate when writing this, though you had overlooked the warning yet again.

The passage seemed to be written in red ink – or was it black? The colour seemed to change, yet you were not phased. You read the passage under your breath. As soon as you uttered the last word, the temperature in the shed suddenly dropped. The door was opening and closing, as if there was a gush of wind. The windows rattled, and the trees outside swayed violently. You did not understand what was happening, but you were terrified. You cursed yourself and wished that you had listened to the warning. The black pattern on the page seemed to move from the page to the centre of the room : rapidly growing in size. Crawling with your heart in your stomach, you huddled in the corner of the room. Legs to your chest, you looked at the centre of the pattern with a pounding heart – something, or someone, was taking shape and manifesting in the room.

You felt a burning sensation all over your body. Teary eyed, you held your legs tightly, gritting your teeth, so you do not scream and alert the manifestation. The pain was unbearable - your head felt like it was splitting, your body was trembling and your hands had little bloody crescent shapes from digging your fingers in your skin. Oh if you hadn’t touched that book, you wouldn’t have been going through such pain.

The creature took the shape of a man, and slowly but surely, you could make out his features. Dark skin adorned with gold jewellery, but the feature that made you sick to your stomach the most : horns. Two great horns resting on the mans head – gold covering the tips. Horns were associated with demons, you knew that, and you tried to keep your breath, lest he heard you. The man looked around the room, looking quite puzzled. Not a second later, his eyes widened, and he looked in your direction.

The two of locked eyes. You opened your mouth to scream, but not a sound came out. The man, however, was wondering how a human, a child at that, succeeded in summoning him. He saw the terror in your eyes, and to your surprise, his horns and the two pairs of wings he had disappeared : he was now wearing a dressing gown, seemingly looking a lot more human than before. He sat down in the middle of the room, not breaking eye contact.

‘I wont hurt you,’ he said softly, giving you a soft smile. One would say that it was hard to believe this … creature, but you could not help but feel safe in his presence. It was almost terrifying. You sat where you were since he never asked for you to sit next to him. ‘You know, nobody managed to summon me here, they all died in the process. I didn’t expect someone to succeed, let alone a child your age,’ he spoke. You stayed silent : it was obvious you didn’t trust him yet.

‘Is there anyone here to look after you?’ He asked. You looked down, hoping he would just leave. It seemed that he understood somehow that you were alone. ‘Well, I suppose I should at least introduce myself. I am Diavolo, the Prince of Hell,’ he said, lips curling into a smile. You froze. Hell? That’s impossible. Your little hands trembled. A little whimper escaped your lips, and the man felt your terror. His eyes softened and he opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.

‘Don’t kill me please,’ you pleaded softly. Tears ran down your face, and the demons heart broke. ‘I wont, and I can’t,’ he said. You looked at him in confusion, and he chuckled softly. ‘I suppose I should explain. While i was being summoned, did you feel an immense pain?’ You nodded, unable to speak. ‘Well, it seems you are the first human that ever succeeded in making a pact,’ he said. A pact? You didn’t know what that was, and he seemed to know that too. ‘A pact is a contract between a demon and a human, except the demon cannot hurt the pact master, there are repercussions for that. The human usually benefits from a pact more than the demon, really.’

You thought long and hard of what he said, and he did say that he cant kill you. You looked at him, no longer feeling afraid, and walked to him, taking very cautious steps. Sitting down in front of him, you asked him ‘ Can a pact master ask the demon to do anything?’ Diavolo looked at you with a soft smile ‘Yes, they can ask anything.’ You fell silent, hesitation evident in your eyes. You then asked, no louder than a whisper, ‘Then, can you take care of me?’ Diavolo’s eyes widened a fraction, but without any hesitation, he agreed to take care of you (with the knowledge of a time lord of course)

•••

Many years have passed by being taken under the care of a demon prince, you were ever so grateful of him and happy that you asked him that question.

It was when you came back from your work place that you felt so exhausted. You did remember Diavolo telling you to make sure you get plenty of rest and that you don’t overdo yourself. Deciding that sleep was the best option (since you thought that working overnight was a good idea), you made your way to your bed and plopped onto it. You ended up falling asleep pretty quickly dreaming of all things food, blissfully unaware to the absolute quackery that was going on down below.

You woke up soon later on cold, hard ground.

Looking around in shock and confusion, you felt an overwhelming presence, and so you looked behind, showing nine demons, each with their powers overflowing and making you feel dizzy. A deep voice spoke to you and said, ‘ Welcome to the Devildom, human’. To say that you were shocked was an understatement, and the fact that you couldn’t see their faces made all the more terrifying. In fear of making a mistake, and fearing for your life, you didn’t utter a word.

‘Aaww look at how small and adorable they are’, a sultry voice piped up. ‘Do I really have to be here? Why is it even necessary?’ a whiny voice added. You were getting a little unsettled so you slowly got up from your spot on the floor, and slowly approached the demons, enough to see their faces, your heartbeat in your ears, but to no avail, so you stayed where you were.

‘Ayo thats a cool tattoo ya got there - hey Lucifer d’ya think i can get one,’ one of the demons said. From what little you can see, his hair was as white as snow, and his eyes were a beautiful sea of gold and blue. Yet, you subconsciously tried to hide your arms, surprised that he could see your pact mark.

‘No. And I’m pretty sure your job as a model wouldn’t allow it, Mammon,’ the demon who was called Lucifer replied, with a grumble coming from his brother. ‘Anyways. What is your name, human? I do believe you have quite a few questions as well,’ Lucifer asked you.

‘Um… MC. My name is MC,’ you replied. A scoff was heard and the owner of the voice spoke. ‘I don’t even think we’re going to address them anyway, so a name is not needed. You’re just a mere human, in Hell.’

Lowering your head, you realised he said Hell. If this is Hell, you thought, then that means that- a loud laughter cut through your line of thought. ‘Now, now Belphegor, no need to be so hostile to the human. Besides, this human is special, isn’t that right MC?’

Raising your head, you took a further step forward, and you were able to see each and every demon that was present. Lucifer, had a stern look on his face, worn out and looking very much like he was on his tenth black coffee for the day. Mammon, who looked truly like a model, dark skin and blue-gold eyes making him look more like an angel. Leviathan, who wasn’t even paying attention, more interested in his phone and only taking a glance. Satan, who looked very interested in you, as if you were some sort of specimen. Asmodeus, who, clearly, didn’t seem to have any pure thoughts going through his head, if that blush and that smile was anything to go by. Beelzebub, who had a little smile on his face and a lollipop, seeming to acknowledge you. And Belphegor, who looked at you with pure disgust, a glare never leaving his face.

You looked over at the person who lightheartedly scolded Belphegor, and you saw two demons. One with an air of professionalism, Barbatos, and the other, had a huge smile on his face, who you recognised as Diavolo. A smile like his broke out on your face, and Diavolo seemed happy that you were here. He opened his arms, and you ran and hugged him. Safe to say, that all the demons in the room had their jaws on the floor.

‘WHAT??’ Levi exclaimed, looking back and forth between the two of you. Mammon had to look at his brothers to see if they were seeing the same thing as him and Belphie thought he was going to puke.

‘Barbatos?????’ Lucifer stared at said butler, confused. All the butler did was smile and say, ‘Avatars of Sin, this is MC, the only human being who managed to make a pact with Young Master and survived’.

Lucifer

Fainted from the shock

When he woke up again(courtesy of mammon), he had a look of disbelief

‘How??’

Does this mean he’s got to obey you?? A mere human??

My bros pride is crushed.

Drowned his sorrows in wine

Obviously this attitude changed when you ended up in a pact with him

Bros still salty tho, cuz every time he tried to kill you, you’d just start saying ‘Denziens of the darkness, heed my call’

Shuts him right up and walks off 💀

Really impressed that you managed to withstand the pain of the pact when you were a kid tho

Hes got your respect

Mammon

Very impressed.

He’s nodding in acknowledgment

However, cuz we all know he is the one who warms up to mc first, he wont hesitate to run behind you if lucifer is chasing him

Or whenever a deal of his goes wrong- off to MC we go

Once you get your pact with him, he a little bummed that he’s not your first

Wont hold it against you, he’s still really impressed with the pact you have with the prince

He worries about and respects you even more when he finds out you were only a kid when the connection happened

Honestly loves diavolo’s pact mark- its shiny and he likes shiny things

Takes pride in the fact that although dia is your first, mammons pact mark is over your heart, and that really is everything he’d ever ask for

Leviathan

Shocked, confused, flabbergasted

Bro had to do a double take

Thought he didn’t hear Barbatos properly

Overall, he is pretty shocked, but gets over it the quickest

Quite likes looking at the pact marks on your arms, and does trace over the patterns (art inspiration for him)

He once copied your pact markings on a huge a3 paper once with you, and accidentally summoned diavolo himself

The two of you looked at each other then back at diavolo’s and just shrugged

Gaming marathon with diavolo was quite fun

He never will draw your pact marks again tho that appearance took years out his life.

When he got a pact with you, he actually quite liked his own mark, and decided to draw that instead

Still likes to trace those marks on your body, whether they’re his or not. He finds them interesting

He has stars in his eyes when he realised that you were a child who survived the pact connection tho

Satan

Shocked, confused, flabbergasted ch. 2

This bitch is quite judgmental about it for some odd reason

He did clock that there was something wrong with them ‘tattoos’ of yours

Didnt expect it to be a pact though

My bro looking you up and down, giving you a stink eye

He honestly thought you’d be someone like lucifer (bro meant that as an insult)

Does find the pact marks to be quite interesting though

Remember how good old Stanley satan kept threatening you? Roll your sleeves, display your marks = dominance asserted

Once he’s got a pact with you, you are now going to have all the marks rated one to ten. (Obviously ranks his first like any self respecting demon, but hates the fact that mammon’s is over your heart)

Whenever once of his schemes against lucifer backfires, he also runs to you for shelter.

Loves the look on lucifer face when he sees you, but got his smile wiped off his face when lucifer just walked up to him and caught him by the scruff of his neck like a cat

You can hear this guy taking off (with you in his clutches)

Good luck getting out of the father-son squabble mc

You’re going to need it

Asmodeus

When bro laid his eyes on you, he found you hot with them ‘tattoos’

When they turned out to be pact marks, found you even hotter

He’s always trying to get you to show off your arms- what do you mean its under -30 degrees mc?

Honestly he’s the only one who doesn’t seem that shocked (he is, he’s just good at hiding it)

Always has these lotions and creams to make sure you pact marks look fantastic

Also whenever a lesser demon is bothering you, he just walks up to you, rolls up your sleeves, puts some non sticky lotion on and goes like ‘ you forgot to put some cream on your arms mc, we wouldn’t want Diavolo’s pact mark to not look good now don’t we~’

Makes the lesser demon run off with his tail between his legs, and that is also how a lot of demons don’t try you (they think you’re a short tempered person smh)

When he has his pact with you, its as if Diavolo’s pact mark ain’t even there 💀

Bro attention is on you and his pact mark and makes sure you take care of it properly.

He’s quite alright with the pact marks tho, but also hates that mammons is over your heart

What do mean you cant move the pacts around MC??

Beelzebub

Impressed ch. 2

He doesn’t really mind or care, he’s just hungry

But does wonder if it did hurt, he does know that the pact from any royal would hurt depending on how much magic you know

The one time he almost killed you, he was soo guilty to the point where he just followed you around apologising profusely.

Doesn’t look at custard the same way (was it custard that he was upset about i cant remember pls correct me if im worng)

Wondered why you didn’t use your pact with diavolo

Turns out you just forgot in the heat of the moment.

Once you get his pact, he quite surprised at how big it is on your lower back. Honestly thought that Diavolo’s would be the biggest

Oh well, he quite likes it (his mark not dia’s) and likes to touch it sometimes

Still quite impressed when you manage to make diavolo pop out from thin air

Thinks that you can get diavolo to drag barbatos with him so that he can get some food.

What do you mean it don’t work like that mc?

Belphegor

Disgusted

Ew

First you’re a human and now you’ve got a pact with the himbo.

Any respect he had for you went down the drain.

Say he managed to kill you like in the game, and you don’t use your pact, so you ascend, he’s basically shook that you didn’t use your pact, but diavolo does come pretty quickly since, y’know, he felt his connection breaking

If not, then he’ll be salty, he will keep inconveniencing you, maybe try to kill you idk

How did you put him in his place, you say?

You gave no warning and summoned diavolo, who (thank the lord) was confused. ‘Oh hi mc, Belphegor, whats up?’

Shuts belphie right up, but he only behaves when he’s there

Once diavolo fucks off, he goes back to being a little hoe, so you just summon beel right in the middle of his insults.

Cue sad beel noises ‘why cant you get along with mc, belphie?’

Soo, he fixes up his behaviour (only for beel he says)

But he does end up warming up to you eventually (also because he like to tell you to order diavolo around for his entertainment smh)

Also uses you as a scapegoat whenever an anti lucifer scheme backfires

Seems like everyone be using you as a scapegoat, huh?

Bonus:

Solomon

So many questions

How? When? What kinda attitude towards him did you have?

Bros getting all the information he can get to see if he can make a pact with lucifer (and now maybe diavolo)

Someone stop him before he gets caught by barbatos

Pretty damn bummed when he realises you were a child when the pact was made

Asks barbatos whether he can turn him into a child

Gets a dirty look in return

Seriously tho wth did solomon do to barbatos

Simeon

Verrrry impressed

Also concerned

Are you sure it doesn’t hurt anymore mc?

Knows how much it does hurt for the pact master when the connection is given, especially if they have no magical experience

Will massage your arms and body to give you some relief of tension

He so sweet wth 😫

May or may not give you ideas to mess with diavolo

There’s definitely something going on between them (bro wont hesitate to piss diavolo off)

Luke

First off, he a kid

What does a kid do when they see someone remotely intimidating or scary

Get scared

He was honestly quite afraid when he found out you had a pact with diavolo

Thought you were going to unleash your scary power on him (pls i love him so much 😭)

When he realised you’re not as shady as solomon, he warmed up to you real quick

Always baking with you and cute shit like that

He’s still a little wary about the pact though, so he does try and placate you if you get mad

Poor thing thinks you’re going to summon diavolo and make the prince do something to him

Please reassure the kid

Finds it concerning that you had to go through so much pain AND that you were a kid when the pact was forged

Like simeon, he also gives you massages, or bakes you cookies for you

(He so adorable 😭🖐️)

Barbatos

Already knew

He knew the second Diavolo disappeared

Bros like ‘something just happened’

Still, you’ve got his respect. A human successfully forged a pact with his master, and a child no less. Very cool

Will not hesitate to put you in your place tho

Unlike the brothers and the angels, he’s not afraid of diavolo, and possibly is more powerful than the guy

Has the power of time in his hands, so he knows you don’t hv the guts to summon diavolo.

Does warm up to you ( after making sure there is not one possibility where you will take advantage of the Young Master)

You do have to watch your step though.

He wont hesitate to cast you out to the human world if need be

Diavolo

When the connection was being made, he was so baffled.

How on earth was his first question

Then he saw you and was very concerned

How did this kid summon him? And how are they still alive- oh shit they’re scared

Once he calmed you down and explained everything, he became batman decided to become your father

Of course barbie had to help with all of that (no offence but the guy would end up killing you accidentally with how incompetent he is in raising kids)

He did go back and decide to rio the summoning circle apart, he don’t want another person to come and successfully forge a pact with him.

He does try to suppress a lot of his magic even more than he did when you were younger so he doesn’t overwhelm you and your body.

In short he regulated his power not to kill you

Most stressful years of his life honestly

He had to regulate his emotions and make sure that you learn basic magic too on too of being a Prince and doing princely things

Was happy when you became an adult

Bro sat down and just let his power go to what it was before you.

Still, he does respect you and does try to teach you some more magic and potions when he has the time

Also spoils the absolute heck out of you, regardless of your age

To him, you’re still the child he took in years ago

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me! #obey me swd #omswd mc #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #omswd #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me nightbringer

[rpstartersinc]

* 𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄: 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

feel free to change pronouns / wording!

" you are dawdling! "

" i'll show you i'm not a child anymore. "

" you are much faster than i am. "

" this grass will keep you hidden if you stay low. "

" what devilry is this? "

" the forest is out of bounds until further notice. "

" we must have sinned something rotten to be punished so. "

" the smell of your cooking warms the heart. "

" you know you are not supposed to be here. "

" did he talk? "

" i don't have time to play games. "

" think it's funny making me run like that? "

" you'll get nothing out of me! "

" you're going to get us killed! "

" i'm not scared of dying you know. "

" be sure to stay in the light. "

" they ate him! "

" try not to look. "

" we can't do anything for them now. "

" the air... it's burning my throat... "

" they are not going to catch us, alright? "

" you should hide, it's dangerous. "

" when a rat bites you it poisons your blood. "

" maybe there's a monster in it. "

" it's not good to be alone. "

" you're just like all the others! "

" you're no fun. "

" you're lucky i like gold better than blood. "

" the better you look, the higher the ransom. "

" that's war for you. "

" i'm making your rescue profitable. "

" i've had enough of running. "

" he's going to slaughter us! "

" there's nowhere for you to go out there. "

" don't get all lovey-dovey. "

" you trying to impress me or what? "

" don't worry, we're all scared of what's in our heads. "

" try to be a bit more enthusiastic, will you? "

" use your eyes before using your mouth. "

" i would quite like to see a monster, actually. "

" i just don't like water much, that's all. "

" i'm sorry i lied to you. "

" a good remedy is a remedy that stinks. "

" the storm will drown out our voices. "

" you've read too many books. "

" you were having a bad dream... "

" brothers... sometimes you just want to kill them. "

" the first rule of survival is hit 'em between the legs. "

" that sound... you never get used to it. "

" i don't want to hear another peep out of you. "

" you have no idea how i have suffered. "

" i might've got a little carried away. "

" when you enter a place that has been abandoned for a very long time, there's something in the air. "

" i'm here with you. "

" it's like a river... a river of rats. "

" we haven't done all this for nothing. "

" what will be will be. "

" it's as if it was decided that ever since we met our lives have been governed by chaos! "

" none of this seems to be real at all. "

" you're not sleeping? "

" you're going to tell me about rules? "

" a child never runs away without a reason. "

" it is easy to spill blood, but to love, to protect... "

" they didn't hurt you, did they? "

" this is no place for a child. "

" nobody saw me. "

" your rank should make you more cautious. "

" you are a vile heretic driven mad by power. "

" we have the same goal. "

" this guard was devoured... "

" they use our dead to build their nests? "

" you wouldn't like it out there, believe me. "

" for the last time, will you answer my questions? "

" no one will hurt you now. "

" this is not a game. "

" you are a monster! "

" you don't have a home anymore! "

" i'm ready to die, it will even be an honour. "

" the rats will be coming, we need to light the fires. "

" i have to accept that he won't be coming back. "

" you're like a hero from a book or something. "

" i thought you said this place was secure! "

" we got that bastard! "

" you lied to me! "

" you are no longer any use to me. "

" my blade is still warm, as you will soon find out. "

" since you refuse to go to hell, i shall bring hell to you. "

" i'll tear them apart! "

" i wish i was strong like that. "

" you're a tough guy, tougher than i am. "

" i can't take any more of these bloody rats! "

" thank you for your candour. "

" calm down... it's over. "

" you want to try your hand at shooting? "

" we just don't want any trouble here, do you understand? "

" that's not true... but it doesn't matter. "

#( sentence. ) #sentence starters #sentence meme #rp meme #rp starters #video games #a plague tale #a plague tale innocence

[am-i-interrupting]

Could we get a peek as to what some of reader and voxs intimate moments were like in OATSH?

Since I can’t decide on just one, here’s some little headcanon/future fics that I have in my head.

OATSH Master List

Living World

Vox and reader actually exchanged letters more than they saw one another in person. After moving back to New Orleans, there was a letter sent to Alastor’s old radio station address for them from Vox since he never got their address. It took three or four months of correspondence before he got it.

Vox is the man in life (aside from Alastor but he’s dead at this point so shuuuush) that they allow to touch them.

Eventually they could be talked into coming over to Vox’s home with no one over.

With the help of alcohol, the two would share kisses.

Without alcohol, there would be talks on the couch that would end in one of them falling asleep.

If it was Vox, they would admire him, take a moment to indulge in the want to touch before they’d wake him up and walk him to bed. The times he asked them to stay, he’d wake up with their perfume on his pillow but them nowhere in sight.

If it was Reader who fell asleep, Vox would carry them to bed. He’d be really careful about not waking them up as he took off their shoes.

Groggy mornings after where either way reader is the one who’s cooking breakfast because no, eggs on toast is not— that’s not a meal, that’s a sin.

Aside, I love the 40s slang for eggs which is “hen fruit” so yes, I will find a way to integrate this into the story.

Domestic times where eventually reader stops paying for a hotel and instead just stays with Vox when they come around and Vox does the same.

Reader bought a television specifically to watch Vox’s program and shows he guest starred in. They did this not because they wanted to see Vox’s face. No, it was to study his facial expressions and body language to save on having to figure it out during the little time they saw each other in person. Nothing else.

Vox has read all of their books and listened/watched/read all of their interviews. He has a section of a bookshelf completely dedicated to things related to them.

Reader actually has more than just the book about being raised by Alastor. They’ve written both fiction and non fiction alike. The other non-fiction book they wrote was about their experience specifically as a non-white child in the child care systems.

Fiction wise, they’ve written crime stories mostly. Shocker seeing who they were raised by.

Looking at Vox’s bookshelf, you can tell the most read book of their is a book where the main relationship focus is one akin to Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler. Where those lines between admiration and romantic interest are blurred.

He reads that one the most but the creases in the spine and the permanent bookmark indicates that he section he reads the most is the one where you get to see the killer’s thoughts towards the end of the book.

“It was only when tucked away in a private roomette and the train started moving, that she let the events of the past months catch up to her. What started off as a fun game became something so different so quickly. Things became convoluted, so much more dangerous than anticipated.

“The stakes were high. Head or heart? She had made her choice.

“She hooked her finger around the cloth in front of the window. She pulled it back, taking at her last glimpse of this city. Her eyes widened when she saw him at the station. He was breathless. He looked around, frantic. She saw him and he saw her. He shook his head and she knew. People whose names she didn’t remember but recognized as his colleagues were behind him. A mouth moved in a question and he responded with a single word answer. She let her finger fall and the curtain shut.

“He’d made his choice too.

“A true pity that he was one of those good ones. A true pity, indeed.”

Vox knew it was written with him in mind.

He actually knew a lot more than most. The last time he saw reader before their death, was two months before. There had been a party. Something caused them to leave early. He went to follow to see what was wrong. They left suddenly.

Then a man came up to them while they were on the path back to their hotel. They ignored him at first but then something in them flipped and Vox was introduced to a side of them he’d never seen before.

Vox didn’t send them a letter for a month and a half after they left. Then he sent them one telling them to meet him next time they came. They were supposed to meet him the day after they died.

Hell

Overlord Reader is just reader getting the respect they always deserved to Vox.

He did not register how powerful they were until he saw them in their demon form for the first time.

Demon form includes, longer tail, sharper teeth, elongated, blackened hands. Vox thinks it’s hot.

Reader is a lot more open and affectionate than in life. Vox had no idea how to react to this at first. He definitely glitched the first couple times they grab hold of him in public.

Referring people to Vox when it seems like he could take advantage of their situation and make a deal.

Vox attending every single production at their theater.

Cleaning Vox’s screen when it gets smudged.

Vox brushing the reader’s tail for them.

Finally getting together and Vox just shutting down.

Not telling Alastor right away but definitely telling Rosie. Rosie is ecstatic.

Moving in together, sharing a space, teaching Vox how to properly cook, getting Vark.

Vox getting jealous of little baby Vark because they just. . . They bypassed him to give Vark kisses first. Excuse you.

Definitely gives very deep, passionate kisses in retaliation. They start bypassing him on purpose to get them.

Vox has so many photographs of them and Vark. Vox actually just has so many photographs of them.

The first movie Vox makes in Hell is actually based on his favorite book of theirs. He convinced them to play the murderer. Of course he’s playing the detective.

Alastor gets very protective of them because Vox is trying to steal them away from him with all this work.

Vox gets very protective of them because Alastor is trying to steal them away from him by intruding on their time alone.

Once Alastor just appeared in their home and caught a moment he should not have seen. Everyone screamed. Alastor temporarily went demonic. He starts knocking after.

Rosie and reader placing bets on who’s gonna win this fight when Alastor and Vox go at it.

Vox not feeling like he’s enough for them until he’s an overlord. Them having to assure him that if they wanted to leave, they would.

When he becomes one, him trying to propose. Alastor fucking with the proposal. Reader proposes instead.

Vox and Rosie team up for the perfect wedding.

Either always being in a honeymoon phase or acting like they’ve been married for fifty years. No in between.

Reader helping Vox strike a better work-life balance because they’ve been doing this longer.

Work visits where reader purposefully leaves lipstick marks when they leave. Work visits where Vox gives them a massage while they’re supposed to be focused.

Vox sitting close to reader during overlord meetings.

Heaven forbid someone mention them being too inappropriate with the PDA. Coincidentally there will be a scandal about them Vox covers in the news within the next month.

Comforting reader when Alastor goes missing.

The petty party of the fucking millennia begins when Alastor comes back.

#vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader #one author two show hosts #not exactly what was asked but it’s a bunch of moments between them #long post

[cambion-companion]

The Priest A Devil

One upon a dusky twilight, a lone mortal treads upon hallowed ground defiled by a devil.

A tender heart stricken by guilt bleeds so easily when in the wrong hands.

Yes, I did the deed. Happy Halloween!

Raphael x reader (gn)

Ao3 Link : Raphael's Diaries - Chapter 1 - MysticAwareness - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

The gloam of early twilight settled upon misty moors rising purple against the dusky sky.  A chill ran down your spine, the biting cold of approaching winter dewing upon your clothing as you walked through the mist.  

Up ahead candlelight glimmered through the chapel’s stained-glass windows, casting a dance of light and shadow upon the frozen ground. Each of your footsteps crunched, hastening toward the promise of the warmth and restful refuge of your church.  

An owl swooped low overhead on silent wings, hooting a doleful warning. Not for the first time on your journey the hairs on the back of your neck rose, alerting you to an unseen presence watching as you scurried like a church mouse up the sloping hill.

At last, your numb fingers brushed against the splintered wood of the chapel door, and it swung inward with a groan.  You had expected to be greeted by the usual gathering of villagers, welcoming and warming you into the cozy and expected ritual of every weekend evening.

Instead, stillness and silence invaded your ears, though the flickering sputter of the candles next to the confession booth drew your gaze.

You frowned.

The pews were empty. Had they gathered earlier today and just forgotten to tell you?  The bell that rang clear and loud hung motionless by the far wall. You touched the cold metal, and a layer of dust came away upon your finger. Within your bosom you felt the sudden heaviness of an unexplained dread. Somewhere from afar outside a piercing cry rose up, unlike any nighttime creature you’d before heard. It cut off abruptly, and the following silence was fraught with tension.

Your muscles were tense as a frozen deer under a hunter’s gaze. They slowly eased when no new noises followed the unexpected cry.

“May have been a fox.”  You muttered, the sound of your whispered voice too loud inside the stone walls. “Or a night hawk.”

The door where you had left it open crashed closed in what must’ve been a sudden breeze. The bombastic sound nearly sent you leaping out of your skin as you spun around and tripped over your own feet, your weight careening back against the wooden confession box, knocking the wind from your lungs.

“My apologies.”  A disembodied voice spoke at your back, seemingly coming from all around and nowhere.

A shriek tore from your throat, again your muscles twitching at the whim of your fear. You realized the voice was coming from inside the booth. It also gained a face as a middle-aged man ducked out and stood tall before you, smiling slightly as if suppressing mirth at your flighty reactions.

“Calm yourself.” His voice was rich and gravelly, decadent even.  

You recognized his priestly garb and sucked in lungfuls of air, holding a calming hand against your hammering heart. “Father.”  You said with some relief. “You gave me quite a start.”

“Have you come to confess your sins? I was just finishing with another client of mine.”  The priest motioned toward the dark entrance to the box, and you peered inside, not seeing evidence of another person inside.

Your brow furrowed as you glanced back at him. “Client?  No, no I came for the Saturday gathering.”

“Saturday?”  The priest chuckled low through closed lips. “Nay, my child.  You are a whole day early, in fact.”

“That’s not…possible.”  You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the irksome buzzing you heard, like the murmur of a hundred flies. Your eyes again found the unfamiliar priest. “Who are you? Where is Father Mors?”

The candles upon the altar crackled and danced violently as if in a sudden breeze. Though all the doors were closed. You glanced behind you, that unnerving prickle tingling against the nape of your neck.

“My name is Raphael.”  His black robes rustled against the rough stone floor as he bent politely at the waist, touching a hand to his chest. “My dear, you look positively blanched.  Come. Sit.”  Father Raphael moved to your side, the flickering candlelight throwing his form into a twisting and distorted shadow upon the wall behind. “I’m certain there is much we can discuss, you and I.”

His hand found the small of your back and practically pushed you into the confession box.  The dim light of the chapel dimmed into semi-blackness within the enclosed space, and you settled down uncertainly, hearing Father Raphael do the same beside you. A thin wooden wall and a small rectangular metal grate separated you from the unfamiliar priest.

There was silence, unprecedented as the only sound you heard was your own breathing echoed back at you.  From beyond the confines of the confession booth and the cobbled chapel you heard again a short wailing cry.  It sent a spike of cold fear through your heart.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.”  Your throat was nearly too tight to speak properly, dread coiling like a twisting vine inside your soul.  You cleared your voice and continued. “My last confession was two weeks ago.”

No answer.

The sound of your breathing continued, growing heavier and shorter as the unease within your chest mounted.

“Father?”

Then Raphael spoke at last, the dim orange glow from the candles reflecting through the metal grate like two flaming eyes. “My condolences about your late husband.”  His words sent your heart into your throat. “What a truly tragic affair.”

“How did you-”

“Know?” Raphael interrupted, chuckling again. The sound reverberating against the metal grate. “It is, quite literally, my business.  My bread and bloody butter.  But don’t allow me to interrupt, you have a confession to make.”

All warmth had drained from your face, your eyes staring wide into the darkness of the booth. You licked your lips, mouth suddenly dry.

You squeezed your hands together upon your lap until your fingers hurt, trying to block out the memories that had followed you like ghosts since that dreadful day.

“Come now.”  The priest’s voice sharpened sternly. “Cat got your tongue?  You came all this way to play the part of the penitent sinner. Well then.  Play.”

Hot tears began rolling down your clammy cheeks. “It wasn’t an accident.”  You spoke into the abyss, willing the words to take your torment with them into the void. “It was my fault.  My anger.”

“You killed him?”  Raphael spoke and his tone rang mocking against your ears. “Shocking.  Would you like to know where his soul is right now?  What torment he suffers that you will soon take part in?”

“I…what?”  Your voice rasped with shock and alarm, the feeling of impending doom rearing like a snake about to strike. You fumbled in the box, striking your head against the wooden frame as you burst through the opening back into the chill chapel air.

You threw aside the adjoining curtain and fell back with another strangled cry, your eyes wide upon the empty bench.

“Oh my god!”  You stifled your cry against your shaking hand, stumbling back until you found the wall to lean against, your horrified gaze still fixed upon the vacant booth.

Slowly lowering your hand, you looked around the chapel, every flicker of shadow sending a jolt of alarm through you.

“Father?”

“’Bless you’?”  His breath was hot upon your ear, sharp nails digging into the back of your neck before you could flee. “For you have sinned.”  Raphael towered over you now, his visage changed into a creature from beyond the scope of your most dreadful nightmare.

Firelight sparked within black eyes, horns sprouted from crimson skin, sharp teeth grinning down at you.  Batlike wings spread wide, caging you against the wall and muting the firelight beyond into a red glow.

You closed your eyes, tears streaking down your face, and muttered a rapid prayer to your god.

Raphael listened, amused, with a cocked head.  His glowing eyes roved over your tear-stained face. “No god will deign to help you now, little pet.  You killed your husband.”

You gasped, the edges of your vision dimming as you fought to stay conscious. “It was self-defense!”

“A paltry excuse!”  The devil laughed at you. “I am no impartial judge!  Your blundering resulted in the premature end of a most beneficial contract.”  His hand moved to tangle in your hair and tightened, arching your neck back. “And I always exact what I am owed.”

With a sneer of disgust, the creature released you and stepped back, his wings flaring wide before nestling against his back. A long tail whipped in agitation, drumming against the confessional booth as Raphael considered your quaking form. “Thwarted after decades of painstaking planning. And by such a wilting flower too.”

That rankled. “He got what he deserved!”  You spat out, your fear beginning to morph into desperate anger.

Raphael raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps.  The only justice I care about, however, is mine.”  His eyes traveled the length of your body before once again meeting your eyes. “And my ledger states you now owe me a great debt. Come.”  He strode forward and seized your wrist, only smirking when you fought to break free. “We have business to attend to. Together.”

#raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael x tav #raphael x reader #bg3 oneshot #bg3 drabble #raphael x you #little spooky #first time writing more horror based stuff #raphael bg3

[herwritingartcowboy]

please may i have Oshi no ko fluff Platonic headcanons of being the youngest of the triplets of Ruby and Aqua and having the personality like Elizabeth Liones from the seven deadly sins. You had been a young nurse (you died from overworking) before being reborn as one of Ai's children..you were extremely shy growing up and whenever someone said that you were cute and precious..you would bury your red face in your mother's shoulder or you would hide behind Aqua. Mum's death hit you the hardest because you loved your mum dearly. You made the decision to became a violinist/musician and you became quite popular in regards to that because you were often a composer for movies and theatre performances.

You may be deemed as cold and standoffish at times but you were actually really kind.

https://youtu.be/jfjfzKf85Ac (that's the type of music by the way that you often played)

A/n: The relationships are Platonic

Fandom: Oshi No Ko

Character(s): Aquamarine Hoshino, Ruby Hoshino

Warning(s): Mention of death

Readers Gender: Female

Before your new life you grew up a bit and very close off wanting to focus on your studies just so you can have a good future. You went to school to become a nurse and you did. Honestly you loved your job as you got to know all about your patients some, one even got you into a certain idol, Ai.

But suddenly nurses or even doctors started to ask you to cover for them. At first you did not mind but out of nowhere it all became your work. It got worse when some of them just stopped doing their work. You would work for hours not getting sleep, food and or water. Your body soon gave out as your health was bad, you had died by overworking yourself.

But yet when your eyes are closed you open them to see Ai? From that day you were now the youngest daughter of your favorite idol.

You were still very shy as when you would go out at even the smallest compliment your face grew red and you would just hide yourself.

You were grateful for Ai as she had treated you so well as you remember the times your parents wouldn't care but you can that Ai cared about you and your siblings. But when Ai died you couldn't stop crying for days as it took both Aqua and Ruby to calm you down.

But you knew you had to move on so as you grew up you had wanted to do something new for your life as that what Ai would have wanted.

As you grew from child to teenager you didn't have many friends as some people would think you're just a rude and cold person but when they get to know you you are just shy and would blush when someone would make the slightest sweet comment about you.

And your older siblings were protected by you as yes you all wear the same uniform but outside of school your clothes are interesting, you may be shy but there are times you like to show your boldness. And after these two lost Ai they didn't want to lose you and know of your naive sweet nature they wanted to make sure you will be okay out in the big world.

Unlike your sister Ruby you didn't want to become an Idol and turned down her offer when she asked you to be her partner. But you confessed to both Aqua and Ruby that your dreams weren't in acting or being an Idol but it was to be a musician mainly a violinist.

Your siblings were encouraging you to follow your dreams as they would always come to your performances. While you were messing around with your violin you started to think about Ai not only was she a great mom but was still a young girl that sadly couldn't live her life out so without thinking you started playing.

And when you performed in front of a crowd many cried as it was both sad but if you really look deep you can find happiness. As it was weird as most of what you play was more cheerful but that proves that you can play any emotion.

That's when managers, producers, artists, musicians came up to you wanting to sign you or work with you.

I feel like in your future you would be putting on classical performances in big theaters, or your music would be in plays or musicals, or in ten backgrounds of songs, tv, and movies.

You had wanted to live a life that Ai would be proud of and that is to live a life you are happy with. You miss her as you do think of her and when you do you like to play a song for her hoping she'll hear it.

#oshi no ko x reader #elizabeth liones #female reader #oshi no ko #oshi no ko imagines #seven deadly sins #sds elizabeth #sds x reader #seven deadly sins x reader #oshi no ko x fem reader #oshi no ko x female reader #oshi no ko x y/n

[smolvenger]

The Boat in the Water: A Beauty and the Beast Story (An MCU and The Essex Serpent Crossover, Loki x Stella Ransome, Multi-Part), Chapter Three

Summary: Having lost her health and her husband's fidelity and love, Stella has nothing more to lose than her life. Then...she is swept away to another realm, to an enchanted castle. A castle whose master is a god...a god with a striking resemblance to her husband.

Warnings: Angst that turns into hurt/comfort. Discussions of cheating (I portray the Will/Cora affair as bad and Stella having some negative feelings about it, so if you don't agree or have a problem with that interpretation, this your warning right now that this probably isn't the fic for you), some blood and portrayals of illness, references to both canons, some silly, goofy lil moments.

Word Count: >7K. (have drinkies and snacks)

One// Two//Three//Four coming soon!

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

Taglist: @anukulee @asgards-princess-of-mischief @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @fandxmslxt69 @skittslackoffilter @mischief2sarawr @jijilaufeyson

She kept crying so much, she did not hear his knock.

‘That’s what I get,’ Loki thought. He took a step away, lowering his hand, curling it into a fist by his side. ‘Mother was always the expert at these- no, I should remember, she’s not my mother at all! Damn her! Damn Will, Damn Stella, and damn me most!’

He took a moment and paced about. His cape flowed behind him like opened wings that would go nowhere. His mind kept racing. He was called Silvertongue, but when it came to consolation, why could he think of nothing to say?

She was still sobbing. It paused for a moment. She was murmuring. He pressed his ear to the door.

“God, I confess, I have just sinned against you in thought, word, and deed. By what I have done and what I have left undone. I am truly sorry and I humbly repent. For the sake of your son, Jesus Christ…”

He remembered that prayer. He overheard when he disguised himself as an ordinary village person, that was the prayer done every Sunday in that church to confess sins. Did she think she should repent for….for feeling sad about her husband’s infidelity? What kind of world made her to be what she is?

Asgard never taught its children to feel remorse over such things. He recalled Lady Sif. If Sif’s husband betrayed her for another, she would get out her sword and decapitate him without a word, without hesitation, and definitely without any regret.

But, Stella wasn’t Sif. And she was suffering. Norns, he had to…had to…think of something! Perhaps a charming little trick! Conjure little fireworks or more flowers for her! Yes, if all else failed, he could try that! Wasn’t that what mortal ladies like? He didn’t have much experience with them.

Before his courage could sink down, he went to the door and knocked louder.

“Can I come in?” he asked, projecting his voice.

“You…you may…” was her quiet reply.

When he opened the door, he saw her kneeling. Clutching the wedding gown from the chest in her arms like a child clutching a blanket Her blonde hair was a little rumpled, a few strands loose from her braid. The paths of tears were obvious down her cheeks, her face was a little red and puffy from crying.

He remained standing at the threshold.

“I…I don’t know how to say this, but…but…but I am sorry…I shouldn’t have said those things aloud. I shouldn’t have judged you. Or him.”

She nodded her head.

“You only like to be proven right-that was why…” she mused.

She was right. For being such a pitiful, pretty little pet unaware of her own torment and with no thoughts other than her husband and family...she was right. Perhaps her head wasn’t as empty as he first thought.

“Little Star, I still shouldn’t have said a word, I…I didn’t consider how much it would hurt-”

“I forgive you, Loki,” she interrupted, looking into his eyes.

I forgive you. Three words he had not often heard in sequence in his life. Much less directed at him.

Gently, he knelt down to meet her.

“This was what you wore when you married him,” he began.

She nodded sniffling.

“It’s…it’s rather pretty,” he admitted.

“Yes. I remember how. My mother gave her last warning about the marriage bed that morning, it was summer and stuck to my skin when I went outside to go to the church, my heart was racing and then he….he told me when I went to the altar that I was beautiful. And that night…the first night we…we performed the act…when it was done… he told me it was the happiest day of his life” she began.

She looked down at the heap of the wedding dress and veil. Then back at him, though it sat in a white heap on her lap. Her fists tightened as she clutched it over her, more like a soft shield than a blanket.

“You speak too ill of him. The first time he met Cora, do you know what he was doing? A farmer had his poor sheep stuck in a pit of mud. Will ran over and helped him. He didn’t stay in his study reading all day, clean and snug- no! He went out and helped pull each animal from the pit, ruining his clothes, and dragging heavy, thrashing sheep from the pit. He and the farmer got them to safety onto the higher field. He was drenched in mud when he came home, but the animals were safe…how could a bad man do that?”

Loki’s eyebrows shot up, and then back down.

“You should have seen how James sits on his lap, how John goes to his office with questions about hell, how he handles Jo and her little rebellions- you should have seen it all! I took Jo to be hypnotized once because I was curious. He fled in, insisted it stopped, and woke her up. The fear in his eyes…I feel so horrible about it now. Why? Because of how much he loved them!”

“Does he love you?” Loki asked.

“Yes, he does!” she repeated.

“But her loves her too…” he stated.

She froze, her face pale again.

“Yes…he does…”

She shook her head.

“He shouldn’t be alone. And the children should have a mother in their lives. You should see how happy he is with her. Loki, I can’t hate her! I like her. She writes me letters, she says how happy she is that she has me as her friend.”

Well, With friends like these, as the old mortal saying goes, Loki thought dryly, but he kept his mouth shut before he made the situation worse. Her eyes went down to the white wedding gown.

“I asked him to dance with her. I asked him to sit with her, see her, visit her, and write to her. So he could have someone…” she said. “It is the duty of a Christian to tear off your shirt for someone else. Of a wife to nurture and support her husband. I’ve done my duty…”

Her face then scrunched and went red and a hand went up over her face.

“And for once, it has made me unhappy!”

She began to cry. Loki did not conjure her flowers as he planned. He slowly reached his hand forward and placed it over hers. It’s what his mother, for Frigga in his heart, was still his mother, did. She barely flinched, but let him. He waited as her sobs heaved out.

“I…I did everything for him. The vicarage was always spotless. There were always visitors. I can’t recall one wrong step, or one failing I had. Men flirted with me after I was wed, and I had to dismiss them. I bore five children from him-”

“Five?” Loki repeated

“They weren’t always easy pregnancies. And the childbirths were painful, long, terrifying. And Two of them…we…” her tears broke down. “...Julianna died in my arms, And he was there for it all. They’re buried next to the church, and I think of them every day. Does he think of them too, I wonder? No…I know where and with whom his thoughts lay now… I made sure all was well in church. That his ministry was supported. I counseled and helped him through it all. I did everything for him…I even let him take a misteress…”

She paused. Her words failed at that moment. Then she spoke again, a small, broken smile on her face. The smile of one who accepted their defeat before the sword before them brought their end.

“I love him, Loki, and I’ve loved him for years. I feel like I loved him since the day I met him- who couldn’t? And I think, I wonder -I never said this aloud but, seeing him with her, and he….he’s no longer mine and….and the baser part of me wonders, whispering…when did I fail him? Then I tell myself it was because I was dying at least then…and that…it was all my fault. I pushed him onto her. Encouraged him. Told him to dance with her…”

She found a small lace pattern on the material of the wedding gown. Her fingers, compared to Loki's, seemed like doll hands. Tiny and delicate. One finger traced the pattern.

“Once I was the most important woman in Will’s life. He told me I was second to God and that the children were third. Cora arrived. And that changed. Now…I am the least important woman in all of England…it used to be that never bothered me…but now…the more I think on it, dwell on it no matter how I try not to…”

She shook her head as her hand curled up into a fist.

“I have no one to blame but myself,” she finished.

Loki bit back the urge to say it wasn’t her fault that she got ill. That her husband wanted to chase another skirt to satiate his lust since now his wife wasn’t an option. He swallowed lightly as if swallowing the thought down. She would reprimand him if he did. Claim it wasn’t obsession. It was love. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps she was right too. Perhaps the truth was that it was both.

“Do not blame yourself. There is no one to blame but him and her. He shouldn’t have done that in the first place, no one was forcing him to. He should have resisted her and stayed with you until the end. That’s what a decent husband and lover would have done,” Loki advised carefully.

There was that sliver of rage inside him. He could have gone to that town and done all sorts of things to Will and Cora. Horrendous, violent things. Right. Now.

But he dared not move, dared not leave Stella alone with her tears and racing thoughts.

The one thing he did conjure was a handkerchief in his free hand. He offered it to her.

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

She wiped off her face with the handkerchief and then put it down with the dress.

“It is not my place to let people in love be unhappy, it’s not my place to be jealous, to think badly of them, or if I let these thoughts consume me, Loki… I could do something…something horrible, I could hurt someone I care about…and it frightens me,” she admitted.

She grasped the handkerchief with both hands, squeezing it lightly.

“I…I don’t want to be a bad person,” she confessed.

“You aren’t a bad person,” Loki assured her.

She lifted her face, her blue eyes shining up. A little of her light regained.

“Then what am I?” she asked.

He thought for a moment, and then the answer dawned on him.

“Alive.”

She then settled. How pretty her eyes were, soft as snow. He gave her a weak, but present smile.

“Do not fret about being a bad person. You have more goodness in your little finger than I have in my whole body,” Loki assured her.

She tilted her head a bit.

“It always hurts…to be the second favorite…not chosen, not special, not equal to someone, even someone you care for…” he admitted. The painful thoughts and memories coming back up. Thor’s birthright of a crown. His birthright of a grave. “But…you are still good, after all of that. There’s a strength in being so even gods have failed at it. Even me…”

He saw her lips curl up to a small smile at his phrase.

“Thank you,” was her soft reply.

She paused, her eyes widening.

Then her body heaved and she put the handkerchief to her mouth. A series of coughs wracked her body. And when she lowered the handkerchief, to his horror, there was a pool of blood.

Stella stiffened a little blood on her lips, her breaths shallow.

“Loki…Loki please help!” she pleaded. “Please…the healers! I’m…I’m so scared…I’m going to die, I don’t want to die anymore, please!”

He immediately grabbed her and placed one of her arms around her shoulder and another beneath her legs. She felt her small gasp as he did so. How light she felt, how small. How was it that people described her in town when he overheard? Oh yes, that phrase Mrs. Ambrose used- “Oh, Mrs. Ransome! Doesn’t she look lovely every day? Oh, she is no bigger than a fairy and twice as pretty!” She did feel as light as a fairy in his arms. He got her to the bed and put the covers over her.

He lifted his hand and turned it, and her ballgown was transformed into a nightgown.

“I’m going to fetch them- stay here!”

He created a duplicate of himself to stand by the bed. It offered its hand and Stella accepted, squeezing tightly.

“So you won’t be alone! I will be right back. Here-”

He got a potion conjured in his hand. A little vial with violet-colored liquid. He offered it to her.

“This should help with the coughing, lessen it at least until they get here.”

She accepted it and then pressed it to her lips.

With his gifts of transportation and some swift horses, the healers arrived promptly. They gave her more medicine and their magic. Checked everything about her as they moved their hands over her body and repeated spells. Soon her coughs weren’t as common or present. She was more relaxed.

Loki would usually leave at this point, but he stayed. Stayed right in the room, dismissing his copy. Stayed by and watched anxiously, his brow wrinkling every time they finished an incantation.

Soon enough, they made her a little cup of tea to help calm her and ease the pain in her body. She cuddled up in the blankets, her eyes drooping down sleepily.

One healer, a woman with her brown hair in a bun approached him.

“She is stable. She will be fine, though there will be coughs and bouts of weakness. She just needs more time before we can declare her completely healed,” she reported.

Then they left. Her face looked pale and weary.

“Loki…where is the music? I miss it…from the ballroom…” she asked.

“That was from my magic,” he explained.

“Could you have it play for me, please? Or, do you know a…a song…I need to take my mind off of everything…”

Loki thought for a moment.

“I know a song…it’s rather fast, but there’s the slower bit…”

She stilled. Then he sat by the bed and held her hand and sang:

“I stormsvarte fjell Jeg vandrer alene Over isbreer tar jeg meg frem…”

He paused, a cheeky smile towards Stella. He looked right in her eyes, singing the next line right to her.

“I eplehagen står møyen den vene”

He gave her a wink, kissing her hand. Her eyes widened though from the scattered look, she didn’t understand what that line was actually saying, but her eyes did become a little bigger and her lips parted slightly, though no words came out.

“Og synger, ‘Nar kommer du hjem?’”

She did smile at that.

He made sure to slow the song down as much as he could, despite the temptation to speed it up. He finished the last line, and she nodded her head.

“The beginning was beautiful, thank you…I have one more request, please don’t think me selfish.”

“That depends on the request,” Loki teased, arching an eyebrow.

Her voice was soft and sleepy.

“Could I…have…a patch of ground in the garden? And a few seeds of flowers? They’re far easier than vegetables.”

“Why, yes, yes you may.”

She had a small smile and he felt his stomach turn a little at it.

I think I’m ready to go to sleep now. I’m grateful for you today, you were very kind to me. Goodnight, Loki.” she wished.

“Goodnight, Little Star.”

She kept the smile on her as her eyes drifted shut and she relaxed. They remained closed for a minute. Her small exhale and slowly rising and falling chest assured him that she wasn’t lost forever.

Then he left, closing the door quietly.

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The Least Important Woman in the World found her patch of earth with a wooden sign on the ground and little stakes with azure ribbon around it the next day. There was a bag of flower seeds, a water cat, and a few tools. Then she got to work.

Stella stood in the muck, with an apron, a little straw hat over her braided hair, and gloves. She pulled up the dirt and shoveled.

A forbidden image came up in her mind. There, in the dirt, she imagined it was images of her husband and Cora. Happy and together. Like her years with him never mattered.

She indulged herself.

She picked up the shovel and slammed it in hard. She exhaled through her nose fast, simultaneous guilt and catharsis simmering inside her. The image of their dance was like a painting on the ground. She kept slamming it in like a blade. Releasing bits of her anger as steadily as a tea kettle whistling out steam when the water was too hot. No one was hurt, she didn’t want to hurt anyone. Yet her anguish demanded release. But she grunted as she dug out the dirt and slammed the shovel into different parts of the ground over and over again.

Loki watched with a slice of toasted bread with butter and a warm drink from inside the palace. He observed out the window, the clearest one so no color would distort what was happening. Clean and safe from his window like a prince observing his subject. Not that she noticed.

Part of him was struck as she was stabbing into the ground. There’s always something a little chilling when the sweetest person one knows turns angry. It’s sacred, terrifying. Even though he was a god who could bend shadows to his will, Loki felt his breathing become slightly more shallow.

When the ground was ready, she realized she was crying. She took one dirt-stained sleeve and wiped off her eyes. Then she wiped off her forehead as well, for she was sweating from the excursion already.

The holes were all prepared. She placed the bag of seeds in the pocket of her apron. She placed them in each hole delicately. Not minding that her skirts, hands, and a little of her face were dirty.

Loki couldn’t help but smirk, it was the dirtiest and thorniest he had seen this English Rose. He wondered what he would do if he was in her position. If his husband betrayed him for another, especially as he turned deadly sick, he would have loved to burn the entire village to the ashes.

She didn’t burn things down. She only gardened.

She patted the dirt over each little hole. Then she took out a watering can and put it over.

Wiping her hands from the effort, She would go about, checking on the various flowers. Watering them. She even got little scissors and snipped off surplus leaves. Wanting to do more than just amble about and admire plants.

She did see which flowers were blue and saw little blue pebbles in the ground in the garden- tiny rocks. She picked them up and placed them in her pocket. Then hurried back and put them in the box on her desk.

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The next day, it was Stella was sitting in the room by the window. She was using the desk to write to her family. It was a pleasant room that caught the sunshine and made it appear golden and she could think of no better place to do so. She sat down, absorbed by detailing everything in letters to her children and husband about what was happening, as well as reading their responses that were delivered when the chests returned.

She was so hypnotized by it, that she didn’t notice Loki outside in the garden.

He looked up at her and placed his hands on his hips. He frowned as she smiled at one letter, a blush over her cheeks. She kissed it.

No doubt it was a letter from her philandering husband, Loki fumed silently. His face turned a bit red. Jealousy made a pit in his chest.

He looked at the free space in the outside courtyard- just right at Stella’s field of vision. A blank area of grass with no plants, not even a weed.

Grinning mischievously, he got an idea.

He conjured a mud puddle. Then he conjured a small flock of sheep to go about baaing. Right where she would see.

Her eyes were down on her letters. She had picked up a pen and was writing.

He tried to wave his hands to the sheep. Guiding them to stand in the mud puddle, though they were all at the edges of the puddle where it was shallow. They baaed quietly and looked around. Only their hooves were in the mud, but they were going about happily and very much not stuck. Though he didn’t like getting his fine leathers dirty, he got into the puddle. He smiled and placed his hands on his hips and looked up.

Her eyes were down.

He scrunched his nose and frowned. He let out a deep sigh as he got up and splashed some mud on his clothes and around his face. Then he waved at the sheep to go into the middle where there was more mud.

“Come on, my wooled friends, come on!” he urged.

One sheep finally managed to get into the deep middle.

Smiling again, he walked over to it. He picked it up easily and carried it over a mere one foot away from the mud to chew on un-muddy grass.

Loki checked the window.

She wasn’t looking. And still writing.

He got up another and lifted it up, high over his head. He made sure to be grunty and sweaty, just as she would have liked.

Her eyes were on her work.

Another wandered over.

“I didn’t want to do this, but it looks like I will have to,” Loki muttered internally.

He used magic to transform his clothes so that he was shirtless with fine pants. He knew he was beautiful and wanted her to see it.

And this time, the sheep were getting the memo and going over to the middle. They were not stuck, but going about the deeper mud contentedly. He picked up one, he lifted it high over his head so she could get a good look at his chest.

He checked

Norns, she was still writing!

He set it down on the grass. He then returned to the mud. He got one sheep and began lifting it up and down repeatedly as a weight, making sure to grunt in a way she would find a little titillating until there was a good sweat to make him glisten and her blush.

After a fifth rep, he held the sheep high over his head and put on his most winning smile. He checked the window.

She still didn’t look.

Right as he was on the verge of giving up, he lowered the sheep and it let out a rather loud, supported, unignorable “baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Stella looked up.

Loki made sure everything was in place- the mud on him, his naked top, and he made sure to smile and pose with the sheep high over his head.

She gasped and left her desk in a hurry.

Was she offended? Perhaps so- perhaps the shirtlessness was a little too scandalous for her tastes. What was he doing being so crass? Doing something that Thor himself would do- did he really stoop that low? With a huff, he magicked back his shirt.

In a few minutes, the door to the garden was opening and out came a yellow head.

He felt as if he was set on fire. He hurried and picked up one sheep. He began to lift it up and down as it baaed.

“One hundred and one,” he began to grunt, loud enough for her to hear. “One hundred and two, one hundred and-”

“Come here, little darlings!” Stella cooed at the sheep, cutting him off.

When he turned his head, he realized she had a basket full of corn and peas and a wet towel in her other hand.

“Oh, poor dears! Please don’t eat in the garden! Here you are- you may have a little lunch!” she lured sweetly

The sheep gathered around her. Easily walking out of the mud without difficulty towards her. Taking the vegetables she gathered. She got out the wet towel, wiped off their hooves, and petted them.

“Are they alright?” she asked.

He did notice there was pink in her cheeks, hopefully at him. He made sure to have another of his famous smirks.

“Yes- they…they, uh, are,” he answered.

“The dirt on their wool will need soap and hot water, but that’s normal for them to get dirty when they go about,” she asked.

Loki looked down at the towel.

“I have the magic to clean them myself in a snap of my fingers if it pleases you.”

“Loki, could I clean a bit in the palace?” she asked.

“Clean? Why would you ever want to clean?” he asked.

One sheep walked to be by her side. She kept a hand on its head.

“I lived in a vicarage, given to us by Aldwinter to be our home. But since it was the vicarage, there were visitors so often. I knew if they judged the house, they would judge not only me but their vicar. So I made sure it was always as tidy as I could make it.”

She grinned.

“Sometimes I do not mind it at all! And I am alone in this palace with nothing to do until you decide to show up. May I clean a little? Lighten the magic some?” she asked.

Cleaning. All of his life, that was the job of the servants of the palace, never one of the princes. Loki tilted his head at her, he opened his mouth and for a second he couldn’t form words. But then he nodded his head with a shrug.

“Why…well, you are the one staying here, so I don’t see why not.”

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Stella did not mind cleaning a big palace or gardening. As her coughs lessened, as she got better, she found she no longer became tired so easily. She did miss her children terribly- she could imagine James running over to the kitchen and making himself sick on chocolates. She could see John with the dog running through the halls and opening every door, and hear his feet hurrying over the floors in echoes. She could see Jo going to the library and devouring book after book until she fell asleep with a novel on her face on the couch. How they would have loved this place!

Perhaps…when she was better…she could find a way to still keep in touch with Loki. She would take them on a trip. A free day of traveling, even though it was not to London but another world.

Nevertheless, she didn’t mind dusting every surface and sweeping off the floors. It was better to act rather than dwell all day.

As she was contentedly scrubbing away the floors of the main entryway one day, there was a knock at the door.

She jumped and released a gasp. If it was Loki, he would just conjure himself inside. Who could it be? A burglar? Surely, an enchanted castle could protect itself, could it not??

But then there was a voice, a booming, masculine, baritone voice that made her jump again.

“BROTHER!”

A burglar would not announce themselves like that.

She cautiously walked closer.

“Brother! Are you living here? Do not play your games, Loki, I wish to speak to you!” he stated from outside.

“On my way!” she replied. She picked up her skirt and walked over to open the door.

She opened the door to find a tall, large, muscular man with long beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes, and a blond beard. Stella was slightly taller than some women, but he hovered above her like a blonde bear. He looked down at her and smiled brightly.

“Oh…hello…” she greeted shyly.

“Why! Are you the Midgard lady they say lives here?” he asked.

“I…I am,” she replied. “I am Mrs. Stella Ransome, I’m pleased to meet you.” She curtsied small.

He shook her hand. She accepted it and found his grip matched her suspicion about his strength.

“Oh, I am Thor! God of Thunder and Prince of Asgard!”

Stella’s hand flew up to lightly touch her throat. Thor! Thor himself here! She was a devout Christian all of her life and now she had met not only one but two pagan gods! What on earth was she going to tell her Sunday School when she returned?

Thor kept talking excitedly, his handsome smile shining on his face.

“Why, how happy I am Loki had finally settled on a lady! He had several princesses in the past show interest, but they never liked him or he never liked them, and-”

“Oh no! I’m not his…his….his companion of that sort. This is a palace he made and I am only the guest here.” she answered.

Yet, what more did this god of thunder have to say? What was he like? What sort of powers? What was it like to be a god? She had no fear now, only curiosity.

“Prince Thor, would you like to stay for some tea?”

“Why, tea sounds wonderful Lady Stella!” he replied.

Calling her that made her smile. If this prince was a burglar, he was the nicest burglar she had ever met.

Giving him tea and a tray of biscuits, she told him about how she ended up here. Then she asked him to clarify more about Loki and him. Thor informed her that they were princes of Asgard, sons of King Odin and Queen Frigga and that he was the eldest brother and in line for the throne. Thor answered questions about Asgard. She brought out a sketchbook she found in the library and Thor drew the realms of the map. Stella was awed at it. Her world had been small in the marshes- to think there were so many other realms with so many other lives and people and their stories! How big everything was and she was just one tiny speck on a circle that moved between Midgard and Asgard.

Thor was munching on perhaps his tenth biscuit by now. Not that it stopped his talking.

“We hear that the Frost Giants wish to try to take over again- those are the ones in Jotunheim! They won’t touch a hair on my brother's head anymore. One day, I will find King Laufey to defeat him in battle!” he boasted, pumping his fist.

“It is natural to be protective of one’s family,” she commented.

Thor wiped the crumbs off his beard. “Maybe that’s why Loki’s been hiding since the battle- he’s scared of them!”

“Hiding?” she prodded.

Thor nodded, sucking down his tea.

“He has been away for some time. Father won’t tell me why, and Mother seems strong. But sometimes I think I hear her crying from a distance. You must find Loki when he shows up next- tell him that she misses him! That he has to come home!”

She clasped her hands on her lap and gave him a smile.

“I will be glad to do so. I have been able to persuade him into a few things recently, so I think he might listen to me,” she said.

“How good of you, Lady Stella!” Thor declared.

Before she could say, he slammed down his teacup, making her jump and gasp aloud in surprise, demanding another cup of tea.

The magic palace fixed the teacup back to normal, and Stella, her heart slowing down after that surprise, poured him another.

That evening, she waited for him at dinner. She was adorned with her hair up in a bun and another ballgown. It was navy blue and had little stars adorned across it, making her look like the night sky. She began to eat a little after her stomach rumbled.

She knew it was past sunset, but there was no response. Nothing. No sign of the trickster god.

“Loki?” she asked.

Her voice echoing was the only reply.

Enough time had passed. He required her to fulfil the bargain and here she was just as she had been every night for some time now. What was going on?

She got up from her chair. She passed the lush banquet and went down one hall. It had another marble floor, but there were windows with the red, velvet curtains drawn. There was a hall of doors.

She heard a sound like a grunt from the door in the far corner on her right. Green lights flashed from it.

She walked carefully closer to it. There was another flash of light, only it was light blue. And another frustrated huff.

She had heard similar huffs of frustration from a certain office for over a decade. There was no doubt now Loki was behind.

She was now at the door and realized it had creaked open.

Her eyes went to the opening. She gently said his name.

“Loki, wher-”

She saw him and her voice turned into a gasp, cupping her mouth

Loki was definitely there. The room was a smaller library with neater bookshelves and a fireplace. He stood in the center over a high table with a book full of runes on it.

But he looked different.

His skin was a bright blue and his eyes red.

Loki turned, his red eyes wide as he noticed her. Stella froze where she was, for she could not run. Was this some new enchantment he could do? Was he practicing and was that why he was late?

Yet his face turned into a frown, his teeth gritted. His red eyes glared at her. She should have run, she should have screamed. Yet she could not move.

He turned his back on her, his voice angry as he tried to cover his own face.

“Don’t- don’t look Stella! Go away!” he ordered angrily. The tone in his voice speared her heart.

“Are you hurt?” she insisted. “I was wondering why you were missing and-”

“I said to go away!” Loki barked. “And don’t look!”

Normally she would run. But something in her intuition told her to stay. There was a hurt to his voice that stirred her. He needed someone by him.

She walked inside cautiously.

“I…I am sorry I peeked in, but…Loki…”

His back was still turned. She could see bits of his blue neck beneath his raven curls. He stood before the fire.

“Are you hurt?” she asked.

“No! I’m not hurt at all!” he replied, something of a choked sob in his voice.

He was behaving no better then Jo when she was four years of age.

“But your skin…did someone do this to you? do you need an ointment?” she asked.

She reached out a hand to gently touch his shoulder. He flinched away and then turned around. She took in his cerulean skin and how much brighter it made his red eyes appear.

“I don’t need the healers! Norns! I just- I’m just doing a spell and-”

She peeked and saw him uncurl his hand and clench it. His skin turned to white and his eyes to blue. But she saw there were still tears in his eyes, despite the stubborn frown on his head.

“What is happening?” she asked. “You don’t get this upset taking another person's form. Please, I’d like to know.”

She insisted he sit on the chair. She had him magic over another mug of tea and some sandwiches on a tray. They sat on the floor before the fire.

“Do you know what a Frost Giant is?” he asked.

“Yes. I hear they’re considered your enemy here,” Stella responded. She could discuss Thor and his family later.

Loki kept his eyes on the fire.

“All children in Asgard are taught to be terrified of them Stella…this is my true form. I’m a runt of a Frost Giant. Left behind as a baby to die in a tundra. Unwanted since the moment I was born. All of my life I was told of beasts who slaughter innocents. Only to realize I had to look in the mirror to see one.”

Stella’s eyes softened at him.

“Loki…that’s…that’s horrible…”

“I’m going to control it. Hide it. Push it away so no one will tell, no one will be able to see. I will be dead, I won’t be nothing, I’ll prove to father I’m worthy, I will!” he hissed. He slammed a fist onto his lap.

Stella leaned forward.

“May I see it again, please? Just once.” she asked.

He turned to her and swallowed. But he only turned his forearm and hand blue.

“May I?” she asked.

He gave her his arm and hand. She put her hand beneath his to lift it and then, with her other hand, pressed a finger on his blue palm.

“It’s cold. Cold like snow on Christmas, like a steam on a summer’s day, like a chapel in the morning…those aren’t bad things…” she consoled.

She traced up to his forearm. He felt himself shiver at her touch, his body stirring at the press of her hand on his skin. A tingling he kept down. She looked quietly and carefully.

“Could I have the box with my collection, please?” she asked.

He easily conjured it to the room. She lifted the lid and set it aside. She took out some trinkets- spoons, shells, bottles. She set them in the air like a painter, next to his hand.

Then she looked in and smiled. She got out two pebbles. Then she got out her diary and opened to the first page. She got out a pressed flower. Setting them in her hands, she moved them close to Loki’s hand.

“See! They’re the very color of your skin!” she sheered.

As Loki looked down, he saw she was right. The shade of the flower and the pebbles matched the skin of his Jotunheim form.

“Now, if only there was a box big enough, I could add you too!” she teased.

He did not reprimand her for her joke, even if he had every right to. He looked up at her.

“What about blue makes it your favorite color? Why collect blue things and not something…something red or green?” Loki asked.

She traced her finger again over the pebbles and flowers. She then smiled at the other miscellaneous things she pulled out.

“It’s the color of peace. The color of heaven. It represents the sky and the sea- the two things we think of when we discuss eternity. It’s rare in nature, for it is a sacred color. Blue dye once had to be imported, for it was costly. They say that Mary wore a blue shroud. It is the color of serenity…of kindness…”

She set the items down. Though his hand was as cold as ice, it felt good on her against the warm fire. His eyes shone up at her.

“Your skin is beautiful when it’s blue. And you shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”

Loki took in a deep breath and then shook his head.

“But…the Frost Giants are…are hated…hated!”

“I don’t hate you,” she replied.

He blinked, squinting his eyes further at her. She kept her sweet smile at him.

“What? You…you don’t?” he asked.

She released his hand and began gathering her things to put back into the box.

“I’m not your servant or misteress here. You saved my life and my health. Could a truly monstrous person do that?”

His eyes sparkled. She set them back in and sealed the lid. She looked back up at him, her plate of food untouched, as was his.

“Loki, if you think my husband is so hateful, so bad…. if I could love him, how could I think less of you? Not from anything you freely chose to do, but because of how you were born? I wish you didn’t discover it in this way, and despite what I have heard…I don’t agree about Frost Giants. They can be good and kind…”

“The stories…” Loki began muttering.

“Maybe the stories are wrong,” she suggested.

She handed him a cup of tea. His magic was starting to melt back to his usual pale color, except for his hand.

He noticed that the tea set was white except for the blue flowers painted all over it. Of course, it was in relation to Stella being the one staying here.

Looking down at his hand while it was still blue, he saw that the petals of the flower on his cup matched the shade of a Frost Giant's skin.

For once, at least for a minute, he did not feel ashamed.

#loki #loki fic #loki fanficiton #loki imagine #stella ransome #tom hiddleston #clemence poesy #angst with a happy ending #tom hiddleston characters #fanfiction #tom my beloved #crossover #tw: suicide attempt #the essex serpent #the essex serpent fic #crossover fanfiction #crossover fic #loki angst #loki fluff #loki marvel #loki (marvel) #loki fandom #loki fanfic #loki god of mischief #loki god of stories #loki fanfiction #loki laufeyson #loki mcu #loki of asgard #loki tom hiddleston

[devondeal]

6, 12, 14, and 21 for the Star Wars Violence Ask Game!

Thank you wifey! 💙💚 I'm gonna enjoy these

6. Opinion on canon and/or fanon use of the secret child trope? Discuss

I don't mind it. The secret child can be a good trope if the context is right for it. I mean Star Wars is centered on secret child trope pretty much. Where I'm not so into it is the Korkie headcanon that he is Obi Wan and Satine's son. It's a bit too crackhead for me and also it's not my ship so I'm biased against it.

12. Name a common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing.

Anything about Rey tbh. I may not be a big sequels person but anytime the fandom tries reduce her to an overpowered female Luke and say she's unoriginal I roll my eyes.

Like they are nothing alike. Luke got to live comfortably taken care of by his aunt and uncle. He never had to scavage scraps just to be able to eat. And before anyone comes for me, I'm NOT ripping on Luke. He had what anyone should have.

What I'm saying is Rey didn't get to have guardians or a comfortable house or regularly even be able eat. She was abandoned and did what she had to to survive. As for the overpowered thing like she's able to fly ships or fight back, like come on. I repeat, she. was. a. scavanger. She got to know ship parts and as for fighting, she's had to fight dickheads like Teedo and probably worse to keep food, homes, etc. After rewatching TFA, i notice she learns from OBSERVATION. She mimics what others do around. This is a survival skill she had her whole life.

Of course Luke is going to take a little more time to learn things. He was never put in that situation where it was do or die (as any child shouldn't). Rey was and however fast she was at learning a skill is a result of basic survival instincts.

She and Luke ENTIRELY different characters and to say she's a female version of him cuz she's from a desert????? Reductive and a big lack in media literacy tbh.

14. What's the most egregious example of fridging in canon?

God which one? 😅 Fridging is probably one of Star Wars biggest crimes. Leia is the first that comes to mind because she died to redeem her piece of shit son that she did not deserve.

But then again, Anakin's turn to the dark side is also due to fridging with his mother and his wife. Especially with Padme since there's an old version where she actually gets to live a little bit longer with the Rebellion and tried to kill Anakin.

I may not be a big Satine person, but that's fridging too to give Obi Wan angst and more Maul animosity.

I'm still going to say Leia in the sequels though as the most egregious. Because it was so out of nowhere (yes I'm aware that Carrie's death was probably the reason but I don't care. There are better ways to kill off/write out a character than fridging). Her death served no purpose other than Kyle Ron no accountability. Like what in "Jesus died for our sins" is this bullshit? Why must Star Wars' most iconic woman have to go out for a man that did nothing but hurt and betray her? It's insulting tbh.

Edit: Luminara's death was fucking awful too. Like ain't no reason to have it be so horrific. Sigh... can Star Wars like not hate women for once.

21. Best canon example of a healthy relationship in Star Wars

Romantically that is a tough one. Honestly I'm coming up short with this one. Can't say Han and Leia cuz we only see their rocky start and end and nothing in between.

Maybe Kanan and Hera but their relationship kinda got ruined for me when suddenly at the end, he wasnt aware if Hera felt the same about him??? I just thought they were basically married and I'm supposed to be believe they haven't even had that conversation by THAT point in time??? Plus the ghost baby thing creeped me the fuck out. Can Star Wars please stop with the out of nowhere pregnancies please?

So yeah canon romances, nothing comes to mind. In fact Star Wars is kind of built on toxic romance.

The crackhead in me wants to say Owen and Beru 🤣

Ooo! Wait I found my answer! Cal and Merrin from the Jedi games! They are perfect 🥺 Idk what the next game will have in store for them but so far, the way they empower and comfort each other. They accept and love each other's differences. And just adorable all around. Sweet ginger boy with spicy witch lady 👌

#choose violence ask game #jedimasterbailey 💙💚 #calmerrin #cal kestis #nightsister merrin #cal x merrin #star wars #rey skywalker #leia organa #han solo

[theweirdgoodbyes]

never asked me once about the wrong i did: chapter 2

tw: depictions of child ab*se, general Catholic suffering

Llewelyn gets his girl in trouble two years later, and poor Mama damn near dies of shame. She finds out when the girl’s daddy comes to the door hootin’ and hollerin’, demanding that Llewelyn make her honest.

They had all just gotten home from supper at Granmere’s, bellies full of etouffee, and were stripping out of their church clothes when all the hullabaloo began. Granmere had been real quiet that night, not even making her usual concerned comments about Merriell. She just sat in her rocking chair and rubbed her cross while they peeled crawfish, only stopping to touch that old thing to her forehead before going back to rocking. Mama always said she did that when she was praying real hard about something, something only she and God knew about. Sometimes Merriell feels like Granmere isn’t human like the rest of them, she’s something else from the other side, old as time itself, sent by God to see into his soul and spy on all his thoughts. Maybe that’s why she doesn’t love him as much as the other grandchildren; that him killing Vernon was just the precipice of the sins he’s committed, all of which can be laid out before her with just one glance. He still steals candy, still waits for Mr. Leconte to come home each night with bated breath, skips school now. At least he’s stopped chasing the poor cat, but Merriell isn’t sure that will save him from damnation.

None of them felt bold enough to open the bedroom door even a crack once they hear all the yelling, but curiosity has Merriell flat on his belly to peek under it, able to just make out Mama’s stockinged feet and an unfamiliar pair of shoes across the house. Daddy had run back to the docks quick after supper, leaving Mama alone to deal with this angry stranger. His brothers take turns pressing their ear to the door above him, quieter than they’d ever been as they try to piece together what the fuss is about. Llewelyn just paces the floor of their shared bedroom, biting at his nails.

“Oh, Llew, you one dead man,” Willard whispers when it’s his turn to listen, “Ain’t you know how to pull out?”

“Shut up,” Llewelyn says, still chomping away at his nails. Merriell’s never seen him look so scared, and it’s a fear he feels seeping into his own bloodstream. This is the worst thing any of them have ever done, far worse than stealing candy. He sees Mama’s feet begin walking towards the door, and scrambles back with a quick warning before there’s a sharp rap.

“Llewelyn,” Mama sounds as mad as a wet cat, “get out here, boy.”

Even though it’s Sunday, and Daddy doesn’t drink today, Merriell watches him beat Llewelyn harder than he’s ever seen when he gets home. Mama, who usually stays out of Daddy’s hair when he’s wailing on them so she doesn’t get hit herself, has to eventually throw her frying pan into the mix. She wacks Daddy hard on the back until he gets off Llewelyn, leaving him a blubbering blood-soaked mess on the kitchen floor. Despite how damn mean Llewelyn can be, Merriell has to stop himself from running over and trying to help his big brother. He stays at his spot huddled in the corner of the kitchen, unblinking eyes counting the spots of blood on the ground, easier to focus on the myriad of specks on the tile than his brothers shaking and sobbing body.

“You think that poor girl’s gon’ marry him with no damn teeth, John?”

Daddy relents, storming out of the house mumbling something about needing a drink, and slams the door behind him. At Mama’s command, Willard and Francis carry Llewelyn back to Granmere’s to get fixed up. She’s a traiteur, as good as any doctor they can find in these parts. She had been there at each of their births, helping Mama through the labors when Daddy was nowhere to be found. She had even been the one to dig the hole for Vernon, chanting in Creole and praying for his soul the whole time.

Merriell helps Mama clean the floor, pretending he can’t hear her cry as they scrub away all the blood. She doesn’t cry much, life and Daddy having made her hard. It breaks his heart to hear her but there’s nothing he can do, nothing any of them can do, to stop Daddy from being such a mean son of a bitch. Sometimes Merriell wishes him dead, and adds that to the list of evil thoughts Granmere and God can hear him think. When Mama goes to empty out the bucket of water and soap, he finds one of Llewelyn’s teeth on the ground, knocked straight out of his mouth and under the kitchen table. Without thinking, he stuffs it into his pocket before Mama can see. Long after the blood has been cleaned up and Daddy has stumbled home, Merriell lays in the bed he shares with Arthur and looks at the tooth. It’s a small, yellow thing and the jagged edges poke at his finger tips like a knife. He doesn’t know why he kept it, but finds some small comfort in rubbing it between his fingers. His own teeth have started to fall out and be replaced, and he feels bad for Llewelyn who won’t grow this tooth back. He presses it to his forehead, closing his eyes and praying to God like Granmere might.

Dear God, please forgive Llewelyn for his sins. Please forgive Daddy. Please forgive me. Amen.

A week later, Merriell finds himself back in church on a quiet Tuesday. They had all risen early that morning, been allowed to skip school but made to scrub their faces and underarms while Mama pulls a comb through their messy curls. She dons her best dress, a light purple number with a hat to match and does her best to keep a smile on her face.

“What a lovely day the Lord gave us,” she kept saying, fanning herself with her hand as they walked to the rickety old church. Daddy and Llewelyn walked ahead of them, Daddy with his hand firm on his son’s shoulder, either out of comfort or to keep him from running. Merriell wonders what they’re talking about, realizing he knows little about the man he calls his father. He can count on one hand the amount of times he’s had a conversation with him, finding that hiding away was his safest option. Daddy didn’t do much else aside from work, drink, and beat them silly; never much time for talking between those events. Mama did all of the childrearing, firm but loving while she did her best to keep them alive and out of trouble. His brothers accuse him of being a mama’s boy but Merriell doesn’t mind. He holds her other hand tight and has to take big steps to keep up with her hurried stride.

“It’s hot, Mama,” Robert complains, kicking at a rock.

“Hush. People pray for days like today,” Mama reminds them. “And don’t kick no rocks, boy, you gon’ scuff those shoes.” They continue their walk towards Llewelyn’s fate in silence, the Louisiana sun beating down hard like the fists of God.

“Ain’t this a crock o’ shit,” Willard mutters under his breath next to him as the ceremony progresses, pulling at the collar of his shirt. It’s a sweltering day in August and Mama’s rule of keeping their church shirts tidy has disappeared in favor of marrying off her son as soon as possible.

Merriell feels hot and sweaty all over, the sparsely filled church somehow stuffier than outside, shirt clinging to his back as he leans forward against the pews. Mama is up front with Daddy and Granmere, far enough where she can’t scold him for not sitting proper.

Merriell watches his eldest brother’s solemn face, still peppered with yellowing bruises, as he stands with his betrothed at the altar. She ain’t ugly, and Merriell thinks real hard to try to find something he finds attractive about her. She’s Creole like them, which is a blessing since Daddy would have surely killed Llewelyn if he knocked up a white girl, and has curly brown hair hidden under her veil. Merriell can see the curve of her belly poking out from her white dress, and wrinkles his nose thinking about how that baby got in there. He’s not ignorant to how babies are made, seen their cat go after more females than he can count and heard Willard and Victor gloat about their escapades. He just doesn’t understand what the fuss is about. He’s still young, he tries to convince himself, more concerned with fishing and helping Mama than girls and what they’ve got going on under their skirts. When he’s older, he’ll want to touch a girl the way his brothers brag about. He knows it.

“They in love?” He finds himself asking.

“You gotta be a damn fool if you think they in love,” Willard snorts, shaking his head, “Llewelyn love that she ain’t never say no to him. Look at him now.”

Merriell wonders what it’s like to be in love. He doesn’t think Mama and Daddy are in love; how could Mama love him with all the bad he does? Auntie Maude and Uncle Ed, little Eugene’s mama and daddy, might be in love; they’re real sweet on each other and steal kisses in Granmere’s kitchen when they think no one is looking. Merriell then wonders what it would be like to get married, now knowing that being in love doesn’t have anything to do with it. What it would be like to be kneeling up at the altar, in front of Mama and Daddy and God, binding yourself to another until the day you die. But when he thinks about who he might marry, as hard as he tries, none of the girls in his class come to mind. All he can see is Mr. Leconte’s face, hand pushing red hair away from his brow with a quick wink. The thought makes something in Merriell’s belly twist tight, and he squeezes his eyes shut to will the image away. He tries to trick himself into thinking he wishes Mr. Leconte was his daddy, someone nice and loving who kissed him goodnight, and that’s why he waits for him each night. The idea of a goodnight kiss brings that twisting feeling back, and he pinches his arm through his sweat-soaked shirt. Punishment for his thoughts, in God’s house of all places. When he opens his eyes again, he looks up to the windows and counts the stained glass panes until thoughts of Mr. Leconte and the heaving feeling in his heart fade away, replaced by the ringing of church bells marking the beginning of his brother’s loveless marriage.

Thanks for reading! I’m thinking this story will probably end up being around 5 or 6 chapters, depending on some ideas I have. I’ve been wanting to dive into snafus psychology and why he is the way he is (war trauma aside) so this chapter is pretty headcanon indulgent heehee

#hbo war #hbo the pacific #the pacific #fanfic #the pacific fanfic #the pacific fanfiction #sledgefu #snafu shelton #merriell shelton #eugene sledge #next chapter will be a time jump of about ten years! #Maddie writes

[beevean]

Having Thought again about Hector (and this time I'm talking about the real Hector) being called a child, or implicitly called naive - and how this is an important trait of his character.

Under cut because it's image heavy. Because I cannot and will not shut up :P

The laundry hanging scene is mostly there for fluff after the harrowing Hector vs. Isaac fight, but you can infer a lot from it.

Hector? Oh, you're in the shade again. It's not healthy. Come on! I need your help with something. The clothesline has broken, and I need a man's help. Ahh, you're pulling too hard, Hector! The branch will break!

Rosaly asks for a "man's help", but discovers that Hector can't do so much as hang laundry. He pulls too hard: Hector is a former fighter, so his first instinct is to use a lot of his strength (and he may even be superhumanly strong due to his powers). He probably never had to calibrate it in his life.

Rosaly: You’ve never done laundry before, have you? Well, this should be fine, thank you. Hector: Let me help you… Rosaly: No! Stop! That’s my…!

Then he takes Rosaly's clothes without permission: he really wants to help after that first embarrassment, but he doesn't seem to think that maybe it's a bit rude to rummage through a woman's underwear :P

It's all played for laughs, but it's also sad. Hector didn't have the chance to live a normal life. No one taught him how to live in human society, and then he wasted half of his life under Dracula's service. It's all new to him.

Haha, you’re so funny, Hector. With such pretty silver hair and such a pretty face…

But Rosaly doesn't judge him, doesn't think he's weird: she's honestly endeared by his clumsiness. (get yourself a so that doesn't make you feel bad for being different in common things 🥺) As I said in an older post:

He's not naive in the "easily trusting" sense: he hasn't lived in the human world enough to learn about it, except for hatred and rejection, and even simple things like hanging laundry don't come easy to him. But he wants to learn and he wants to help, much like a child would. And well. Rosaly knows how to take care of children without a home :) Where Hector sees nothing but a curse and sin, Rosaly sees innocence. She's idealistic, perhaps to a fault, but perhaps believing in the inherent goodness of others can pay off.

Rosaly: You’re just like a child… Hector: Where are my armor and sword? Rosaly: No. You've been bedridden for a week and only woke up yesterday. Hector: But I can't stay here.

Yet, interesting that this is when Hector asks for his sword and armor. He explains that he's afraid of attracting monsters again like the werewolf, but I also read shame in his expression. Rosaly means well, but I can imagine Hector doesn't like being compared to a child (especially if he associated childhood with being weak and hated). Maybe part of him even resents that she is right, and his instinct is to wanting to go back, to hide, to fight.

(or maybe he's just hella embarrassed that he was called "pretty" out of nowhere lol rosaly has excellent tastes)

It's also worth mentioning that, while Rosaly is never explicitly called a "womanchild" or naive, she seems to be considered as such by the others. She is called "too nice", because she overworks herself for little, and most importantly because she is allowing a complete stranger inside her home without knowing anything about him, ignoring the danger.

(in fact, Ted here calls Rosaly お人好し, which means "good-natured person" but with connotations of being a fool. This is after she brushed off Ted's concerns about Hector because "he has pretty eyes and birds seem to like him" :P)

Even Hector is unnerved by her attitude.

Rosaly: You were worried about us. Thank you, you are such a kind person. Hector: You take everything as a good thing... No, I'm sorry. Why don't you ask me? Haven't you heard anything from that kid? What did I do, what did I escape from? How did I kill that werewolf? …Who am I and where did I come from?

Rosaly's lack of curiosity and tendency to always assume the best of Hector is terrifying for him. He's waiting for the other shoe to drop, so that she'll know him and then hate him like everyone else. Who does this? Who just allows anyone to help with chores, and then finds cute when they can't do it? Who just welcomes someone in their home without caring about where they came from? It's weird. Rosaly is weird. Just as weird as Hector, a grown man who can't stay with other people and hasn't learned basic matters.

Being in touch with the blessings of the earth, feeling the seasons in the cold water... Seeing everyone’s smiles, having a meal with someone, going to bed grateful that the day has ended safely... All of these are wonderful things that are hard to come by. I have received everything I want from everyone.

Of course, the difference is that Rosaly is not naive due to lack of experience. She chooses to be stubbornly optimistic. She will love everyone to death. You have no choice.

And her relentless optimism is what allows her to see past Hector's barriers and mistery. He's just a good person to her, nothing more and nothing less.

Your name is Hector, you have beautiful silver hair, you were injured, you never did laundry, and you helped me and Ted. That's enough for me.

Another thing is that, Rosaly doesn't need Hector for household chores. She seems to be living alone just fine, and in fact she is the one who always helps others. So this is not really for her benefit: it's for Hector's. It's to give him something to do instead of drowning in his own thoughts. It's to make him feel less alone. There is symbolism in how Hector is still standing in the shadow, not hiding but still not ready to face the human world, and Rosaly says it's not healthy and drags him out to enjoy the sunlight, which he eventually accepts.

Hector is a proud, competent, intelligent man and warrior, but he's also a stunted child who has cowered from the world for years. Rosaly, without knowing anything about him and his upbringing, but sensing that something is different about him, is happy to show him the world and let him grow. Not because Hector is needed, but because he is wanted and welcomed.

My adoptive parents died a long time ago, so now I'm the only one here. So yeah, I would really love it if you stayed here.

Rosaly is used to live alone... but what if two lonely people lived together and helped each other?

In case it wasn't clear, the parallels between the beloveds fill me with warmth and joy :)

PtR gives us a similar concept, but with different characterizations:

"The unspent ferry fare for the Nether Rivers... to make up for it…"

"Worn-out and shiny? Thank you for the thought, but they'll think I stole it... I wonder if you don't know the world..."

Interestingly, here Hector's naiveté is painted in a more traditional manner. Sure, there's the heartbreaking part of him paying Rosaly for her basic kindness, because he is that foreign to the idea that he can be cared for without giving anything in return; and there's the symbolic part where he refers to the belt as pretty much the Charon's obol he had failed to pay, because he had planned to die but Rosaly saved his life so she is the one who gets to be paid. But Rosaly can't accept the gift for sensible reasons: it's too ostentatious, and she can't go around with it without drawing unwanted attention. Remember that this is also a time of witch hunts, and people are growing angrier and more suspicious, secretly due to the Curse.

Hector wouldn't know it. He lived isolated in the castle for years, so isolated that he couldn't hear the scream inside the stone walls. So for him it's a very straightforward reasoning: this woman is showing kindness to me, so I'll pay her with the most precious thing I own. (and even then I have my own ideas about that belt and why he has it)

Btw, this naiveté is not completely gone by CoD. He's surprisingly earnest with Julia when he meets her, revealing his background to a stranger. Thankfully nothing bad comes from it, but she seems to be much more guarded than him. I like to see this as a sign that he mellowed out after Rosaly :) or maybe he's just a gentleman lol.

Anyway I love Hector so much and I find it a more complex, vulnerable and relatable character than most assume 💖

#castlevania #akumajou dracula #hector castlevania #rosaly castlevania #hectaly #curse of darkness manga #prelude to revenge #yeah turns out that “manchild” doesn't mean “trusts too much and is an idiot for that” #cough cough #i'm sorry for having to pull up the japanese pages #tumblr hates the english version of the mf manga

[vikkirosko]

Can I request Adam with angel reader (the type of angel like in the ask with the angel looking like Jubileus from bayonetta, skin made of porcelain and gold with an amalgamation of flesh underneath) ?

Adam is the "father" of reader in a sense. He asked God if he can have a child made by himself, a child with no trace of sin or that can't tend to sin, an angel build from zero, like God has done with the angels.

God agreed, but Adam will have to build the flesh while He will build the soul. So, with the help of Lute, Adam find the flesh by taking it from the killed demon during extermination, he purified it and hide this gruesome flesh under a shell of porcelain and gold.

God gave her a soul and reader was born, but God gave her a pure soul made for forgiving people. She an angel made to forgive and love others.

Adam is happy to have a child that will not sin, but some years later, reader is nowhere to be found.

Adam search for her everywhere in heaven and earth, but nothing. What a surprise for him to find her in hell during an extermination.

Reader is happy to tell her father that she is helping to redeem sinners, but Adam wants her to go back to heaven. Reader refuses, wanting to prove her dad that sinners can redeem.

Thanks!

🎸 Adam x fem!Reader platonic headcanons Created for forgiveness ✨️

Adam wasn't very lucky. His first wife left, eventually choosing Lucifer instead. His second wife became the first sinner. Once in Heaven, he asked for a favor. He asked for a child, a child who would have no trace of sin, created from scratch, as angels were once created. His request was fulfilled. To do this, Adam, along with Lute, collected the flesh of the slain sinners during the extermination, purified it and hid it under a shell of porcelain and gold. A pure, innocent soul was put into this shell, created to forgive people. That's how you appeared, an angel created for forgiveness

There was no limit to Adam's happiness. He raised you with the care and love he was capable of. You were his treasure. You would never have become a sinner and would always have remained so bright. Adam didn't show you the part of his life where he killed sinners. For you, he remained the father you loved and who loved you. Heaven was your home. It went on like that until one day you disappeared

Adam searched Heaven looking for you. He was hoping that you just went somewhere with other angels or someone else and just forgot to warn him. However, he did not find you. That's why he tried to look for you in human world. Adam hoped that you went to observe the humans and their lives, because Adam once told you about the time when he was still human himself. However, he didn't find you there either. This caused him to panic more and more. He didn't understand where you could have gone and was afraid of the worst

Your meeting took place during the last extermination. You ended up in Hell, but you weren't a sinner, you couldn't be one. Adam immediately rushed to you to take you home, but you stepped back. He couldn't hide what he was doing from you anymore. Adam demanded that you return to Heaven, but you refused. You said that you had finally found your destiny. In Hell, you could be useful, helping sinners atone for their sins and get a chance to be in Heaven. Adam did not believe that such a thing was possible and bluntly told you that it was unrealistic. Then you said that you would prove to him that sinners can atone for their sins and ran away, leaving your father alone

Lute was the only one Adam told about finding you. After he met Charlie, he realized exactly how you were going to help sinners and it angered him. Adam couldn't come to Hell and forcibly take you home, no matter how much he wanted to. So Lute offered him another plan. They could have waited six months before the next extermination. They were both sure that you and Charlie would fail and then you would realize that Adam was right and then you would come home. At least, Adam hoped that would be the case

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warnings: MINORS DNI!!!!! |sacrilegious activities !! strong language !! blasphemy !!!

summary: when the thirst is too real for your pastor suguru geto, you get a lil bold. (suguruxreader)

wc:950 proofread: hell no lol

my other acc followers saw this first lol

You stare at the clock, a nervous sigh leaving your lightly chapped lips. It was Saturday, not even the Lord’s day, and yet here you were, walking into the chapel; bible in hand, and your lowest cut dress on. This was so fucking wrong, ‘sacreligious’ they’d call it. As you walk between the pews, your fingers nervously tapping on the linoleum covered wood.

“My child. How may I assist you? It isn’t Sunday yet.” Reverend Suguru says, “Where the hell did he even come from?’ you think. He had seen you enter from his peeked open office door, finally making himself known when you sat between the pews. His eyes quickly shift to your cleavage before moving back to your eyes. You can see him gulp, a sigh leaving his lips as something in the air begins to shift already.

“Actually..I'm here for you, Father.” Your voice wavers, fuck. You can’t do this, can you? How would you even go about this? Fucking your pastor? In the house of God? It was all happening so fast, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them. “I’d like to have a moment to uh…confess some sins? If you’d let me request the audience.”

The words leave your lips in a hushed voice, were you..second guessing? This was your idea, your doing, you drove here, walked in, and now here you are, being led to the wooden confessional, Reverend’s hand rests on your shoulder, but the way it wraps around makes you dizzy, long fingers just inches from your breast.

“Shall we begin?” he gestures toward the the small confined space, walking through the small door to his designated seat, waiting for you to do the same. When you do, he lets out a sigh, waiting for you to speak. A moment of silence passes, and he waits, curiosity peaking as he wonders what exactly you could be confessing.

Its no surprise that the Reverend has secrets of his own, he was sanctified, not a saint. Nowhere near. The way you looked at him every Sunday, the swell of your chest when his eyes landed on you during service, the grin that was nothing short unholy taking over his whole face. He wanted you bad, wanted to show you the proper way to see God.

“Forgive…forgive me father, for I have sinned..” you start out, lip quivering in anticipation. “Then tell me your sins, and let them be forgiven in the eyes of God.” he mutters, continuing to look forward, hands folded neatly in his lap. He can smell the soft perfume you wear, and has to close his eyes as they roll to the back of his head.

“I’ve had this feeling for a while…Father.” the sweat gathers in your palms, and it was at this moment you knew how fucked you were, no going back now. “What feeling, my child?” Reverend Suguru’s voice rings in your ears like an angel’s song. You're dizzy, he’s dizzying and part of you wonders if he knows it.

You don’t want to say it, and for a second you contemplate leaving, the door is so so close. Standing to your feet, you shuffle two steps forward, knuckles wrapping around the handle. You can’t do this, why would you even try..this was stupid, all so stupid. “My child,” Reverend starts, “Sit down, and confess your sins to me.” Your mouth runs dry, and even though you know you could still walk out, you sit anyway, and the tone of his voice makes your panties wet. “I’m s-sorry Father, forgive me…” He just cuckles. “It's quite alright, now..continue. you said you were having strange feelings?”

“I lust for the sanctified, Father.” you say softly, under your breath. “Speak up.” He says darkly, and when you lift your head, his eyes meet yours through the slits of the confessional panels. “I l-lust..for..for you, Father. I have for a while..and I can only hope the good lord forgives me.” and there it is, no taking it back, and no lying about what you said, what’s done is done. The silence is deafening, and you contemplate leaving again when you see him stand and leave the confessional.

Your thoughts are swimming, your mind loud and your breaths uneven. ‘Oh god, he thinks you’re weird. You’re going to get excommunicated. Shunned by the community.’ you think, but the sound of the door opening makes you snap out of the trance you’re in. “Lets go, my child.” the man in question being the object of your affections these past weeks. You take the hand he offers you, watching as his much larger ones encapsulate your smaller ones.

“Where are we going?” you ask, as if it matters. If you cared, you wouldn’t have waltzed into his place of work, the house of the Lord, in this low cut dress and admitted to lusting after him. He grips your hand with intent, the intent to ruin. And when you finally reach the alter, he leans back against the podium, a smirk on his lips. The rosary around his neck is snapped off in an instant, wrapped around his fist as he spits in his hand, the other unzipping the ceremonial robe and unbuttoning his slacks.

With a dark chuckle at your astonished face, his wet, rosary wrapped hand wraps around his cock, stroking it slowly. He’s hard and damn near leaking, throbbing and an angry red. “Now…” he mumbles, eyes looking down at your figure with a veil of annoyance and boredom. “Sink to your knees for me. Seek your repentance, sing me a prayer.”

It was going to be one hell of a Saturday afternoon, and you’re contemplating changing churches after this, maybe even moving cities.

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