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b3k1720 · 10 months

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Jacob Frye, Even though I’m leaving ( Father’s Day song fic )

By Luke combs ( song fic )

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It’s Father’s Day in some parts of the world right now ( not here in Australia) so I thought I’d write this one shot for those craving something for Jacob and his son ( I used my version of Jacob’s family )

@nemo-in-wonderland @ct-5445 @thedragonqueenfan @assassins-and-hidden-blades

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( 1875 )

It was sometime in the night when little Emmette Frye snuck from his bed and tiptoed to his parents room. The trees rustling and tapping on the window pane had frightened him.

At first he tried to wake up his sister,

“Hmm go’way” she muttered and rolled back over and covered herself with her blanket.

Once in his parents room he shook his father awake,

“Daddy?” Emmette whispered to the assassin startling the man awake, he reached for the blade he kept under the mattress but stopped when he saw who disturbed him.

“Emmette?” Jacob rubbed the sleep from his eyes and got up from the bed carefully as not to disturb his wife.

The young boy quickly jumped in to his fathers arms as he picked him up,

“Let’s get you back to bed lad…” he yawned.

( start song )

Before Emmette could utter another word the assassin was already tucking him in to bed, giving him a goodnight kiss and starting to turn to leave,

“Daddy I’m afraid, won’t you stay a little while” he begged grabbing his fathers sleeping shirt by the tails,

“Why’s that son?” Jacob asked curiously now turning back to listen,

“Keep me safe because there’s monsters right outside” Emmette explained pointing to the window that let the moonlight in.

“There’s no monsters lad, you’ll be alright” Jacob tried to reason softly, trying again to leave.

“Daddy please don’t go, I don’t want to be alone…when you leave they’ll know I’m alone and get me” Emmette whimpered.

Seeing the genuine fear in his child Jacob took his hand and said,

“Just cause I’m leaving, it don’t mean that I wont be here right by your side…when you need me and you can’t see me in the middle of the night”

He took his son in to a hug,

“Just close your eyes and say a prayer, it’s ok I know you’re scared when I’m not here…I’ll always be right here” Jacob added putting a hand over Emmette’s heart.

( 1891 )

“Come father I’ll be late my carriage will be here any minute” Emmette called out to his father, now a young man he had been called away over seas for a mission on behalf of the British brotherhood.

He had just finished consoling his mother and promising profusely to write as often as he could.

“You know the brotherhood doesn’t like to be kept waiting” Emmette added as his father came down the stairs, the years hadn’t been to kind to the elder assassin especially during the autumn of terror some years back.

“Are you ready son?” Jacob asked as he looked at the one suitcase he was going to take.

“As I’ll ever be..” he replied nervously, there was a sick churning in his stomach and he wasn’t even on the boat yet.

Emmette wondered if he was ready for this mission at all…he had always had his father to guide him.

Opening the front door the young man saw the carriage pull up on the street infront of his childhood home.

Jacob pulled his son close before he could leave, wrapping his arms around his sons neck,

“Just because your leaving, it don’t mean I won’t be there by your side” he whispered holding back the tears that threatened to spill and the lump in his throat,

“When you need me and you can’t see me in the middle of the night”

Emmette tried to interrupt,

“I-I’ll be fine father-“

“Just close your eyes and say a prayer, it’s ok I know your scared…I might be here but I’ll always be right there..” Jacob added pulling away from his son, patting him on the back and sending him off in to the world.

( 1919 )

The telegram had come a week prior from old Aunt Evie in the countryside,

‘Emmette come home. Your father had an Apoplexy’ the elder man read it and his heart filled with dread, he took the first train he could to Crawley.

Once there he, his sister and Aunt Evie did their best to look after the old assassin. He wasn’t so spry no more and he couldn’t free run or fight like in his old days.

But unfortunately he grew weaker each day,

“Heh who knew a stroke would take me” Jacob whispered from his bed as Emmette sat by his bedside, Amelia was helping her Aunt prepare lunch downstairs.

“I’d always hoped it’d be at the business end of blade or pistol” he chuckled which turned in to a coughing fit which made the old man gasp for air.

“You aren’t going to die father…just rest and you’ll regain your strength soon enough” Emmette reasoned after his father had slightly settled, taking his hand gently.

The poor man was in denial even after the doctors grim diagnosis…he wasn’t going to get better.

“I’m an old man Emmette…I’ve done my fighting…I miss your mother” Jacob muttered tiredly wheezing, his grip loosening on his sons hand.

Emmette felt tears pool in his eyes,

“Daddy I’m afraid…won’t you stay a little while?” He felt like a small child again as he begged his father trying to keep him awake.

“It’s my time son…”

“I never thought I’d see the day I’d have to say goodbye..” Emmette whimpered.

“T-Then I did good..a father should never have to bury his son…”

“Daddy please don’t go, I can’t do this on my own..” he became to softly cry,

“You have your sister…and your children…look after your aunt for me..” Jacob reasoned rasping.

“There’s no way I can walk this road alone…I still need you..”

With the last bit of strength in the old Assassins body Jacob took his sons hand,

“Just cause I’m leaving, it don’t mean that I won’t be here right by your side…when you need me and you can’t see me…I-in the middle of the night..” he answered softly.

“Just close your eyes and say a prayer..” Jacob lifted a shakily weak hand to wipe away the tears running down Emmette’s cheek,

“It’s okay boy I’m not scared, I won’t be here…”

His weakened hand slipped down to place it over his sons heart,

“I’ll always be right here…” Jacob patted it and his arm fell back by his side, too exhausted now to move.

“Amelia, Aunt Evie!” Emmette cried out,

“Even though I’m leaving…I’m not going no where…” Jacob closed his eyes.

“I’m not going no where…” he muttered and drifted off to sleep….

#jacob frye #assassinscreedsyndicate #assassins creed #jacobfrye #ac syndicate #Emmette Frye #fathersday #angst #trigger warning: death #Spotify #songfic #Jacob’s family

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furysburn · 3 months

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( WILL & LUKE CONT'D @gloryseized )

From what Will's heard, he knows it's harder for some kids. For one thing, Maron, the satyr that saved them from the attacking pigeons was actually able to explain everything to him and his mom. Except it wasn't attacking pigeons, it was Stymphalian Birds, so basically murder pigeons, and oh yeah, the bit before about how Maron is a satyr. So his father is some god, it turns out. His mother hadn't been all the surprised, but she didn't seem to know who exactly his father was. She just 'had a hunch', but couldn't really explain more than that. And at least she got to come with him and Maron most of the way to Camp Half-Blood. So that is easier too. And even if all of that is true, that doesn't stop the aching in his chest, wondering what his mother might be up to that night. He has his own backpack of his stuff, but he hadn't thought to pack a whole bed. "Thank you," he manages politely. "Do you--how does this work? Does my father phone call or email or visit or something?"

If someone ever came to Camp Half-Blood there was a high chance it would be Luke who got them fitted for a shirt, found a sleeping bag in their favorite color, and some commissary he nicked with a wink. He has soothed countless nighttime terrors and tended to hundreds of homesick stomach aches with sweet promises it'll be OK.

( Somedays, even he believed the pleasant reality he painted for them. )

So when Will looked at him with the same overwhelmed and confused expression that so many had already, Luke offered a smile and a soft pat to the shoulder. " Your godly parent will claim you when they choose too. Sometimes it can happen immediately and other times..." He let the sentence end and hoped to give more an impression of dashed family reunion dreams rather than outright say it. " We can do some trials by fire that might nudge them to speak up sooner rather than later, but until then, you bunk with us ! "

There were a few theories Luke could guess for the kid's parentage but it was dangerous to play Maury because gods forbid you step on their toes. Last thing anyone wants is for someone to go unclaimed because someone played hubris.

#gloryseized #Luke Castellan ⌛| THREADS.

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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They run into each other in Doose’s, both reaching toward a specific block of cheddar cheese.

Midge steps back, letting Lorelai have it, and the two women stare at each other silently for a moment.

“Okay, this is crazy,” Lorelai says. ‘Midge. Please. Just-”

Midge looks at her expectantly.

“I get that you’re mad at me,” Lorelai goes on. “I get that you don’t agree with the way I handled things that night.”

Midge takes a breath. “Walk with me, I need to get to the butcher aisle.”

“Meat counter.”

“I miss having an actual butcher,” Midge laments. “Hundred-year-old butcher shops, with people who had been doing it their whole lives, generation after generation.”

“Old timey.”

“And great.”

Lorelai sighs softly. “Fight over?”

Midge turns to her as she takes a number at the meat counter. “We’re mothers, you know. You and me, we’re both moms. We both know the unique terror you live with every day just by virtue of having shoved a small human out of our vaginas.”

“Yes, we do,” Lorelai agrees.

“When Jess got back to New York, he slept at our place in the Village, do you know why?”

“No.”

“Because Liz wouldn’t let him into her apartment,” Midge informs her. “It was after midnight, and she decided it wasn’t a good time. If he hadn’t had our address with him, he would have either slept in the hallway, or a park bench. Seventeen, and suddenly just about homeless. Your uncle sends you packing, your mother won’t unlock the fucking door, and you have nowhere to go.”

“That’s...unfortunate,” Lorelai says carefully. “But I’m not his mom. neither are you.”

“Maybe not, but why the fuck would I let a little boy sleep on a park bench or in a hallway if I had a perfectly good couch for him to sleep on?” Midge asks. “Just like you have a perfectly good couch for Lane every time her mother decides god is more important than her daughter’s needs.”

Lorelai doesn’t reply.

“It’s not different,” Midge tells her. “He’s no different. Lane. Dean. Jess. They’re all babies. They may not be your babies. It may not be your job to make sure they don’t get buried alive, but it’s sure as hell your job not to make it worse.”

They stand in silence for a long moment, Midge still waiting for her number to come up.

Lorelai takes a breath, a little teary-eyed. “I didn’t even know Luke had a sister or nephew before Jess showed up. We’ve been friends for years and he’s never mentioned them. He barely mentions his own parents.”

Midge nods understandingly. “I know. And I get that. I had known Lenny three years before I found out he was a father.”

Lorelai huffs. “Seriously? You guys seem so functional.”

“It took a long time to get there,” Midge admits. “It takes a long time, Lorelai. Do you really want to flush your relationship with Luke down the drain because he’s trying to keep his nephew from completely losing his shit?”

“Of course not, but he won’t even talk to me. He’ll barely look at me.”

“Keep trying. He’ll come around.” Midge grins sheepishly. “I did.”

“28!”

Midge looks at her number. “That’s me. Time to fight over how thinly they slice the turkey today.”

Lorelai smiles sadly.

“You wanna come over for dinner tomorrow night?” Midge asks. “I can roast a chicken.”

Lorelai nods. “I would love that.”

“Barry!” Midge calls over the counter. “I want you to bring me the five whole chickens you have in stock so I can pick one, and I don’t want you to complain this time.”

#fic #au #The Schneiders of Stars Hollow #Gilmore Girls #Midge Maisel #Lorelai Gilmore

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666writingcafe · 2 years

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Lesson 8: How to Perfect a Balancing Act

The exchange retreat is going rather well, despite the fact that MC, Mammon, Beel, Levi, Solomon, and Asmo got sucked into an underground labyrinth by a painting depicting one of Asmo's exes. MC has been getting along with their roommates Asmo and Simeon swimmingly, and the food has been delicious. Even Belphie has been quiet in MC's head and not caused much mischief.

Of course, he could be busy plotting something dastardly for MC.

MC's Current Relationship Statuses

Lucifer: MC's worried about him.

Mammon: MC's irritated at him for interrupting their conversation with Simeon and Asmo the night before.

Levi: stable

Satan: stable

Asmo: becoming friends

Beel: stable

Belphie: as stable as it can be under the circumstances

Diavolo: MC's growing suspicious of the Demon Prince's behavior and motivations, especially where Lucifer is concerned.

Barbatos: stable

Simeon: becoming friends

Solomon: MC doesn't hate him quite as much as they did, but they're still not super keen on him, either.

Luke: Luke seems to have adopted MC as their older sibling.

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Welcome to Day Two of The Exchange Retreat

MC has to pull Asmo aside after Mammon, Satan, and Luke complain about his behavior during the scavenger hunt.

Asmo and MC's Private Conversation

Lucifer and MC's Conversation at the Dinner Table

The Dance Has Finally Arrived

MC's tired of everyone assuming that they're just an ordinary human with no magical powers. Sure, the powers may not be obvious, but they have been able to exude some control over the demons they have a pact with. Still, MC's intrigued when Solomon lends them his powers for six hours.

During a game of truth or dare in the shared room after the dance, Asmo dares MC to take a picture of a sleeping Lucifer and to not tell Lucifer about it in advance. MC asks if they can have Mammon, Beel, and Levi help them, and Asmo consents.

Unfortunately, Barbatos had a vision of this happening, so he told Diavolo, who told Lucifer, who created a trap for MC, Levi, Beel, and Mammon to fall into.

When Cerberus makes his presence known, MC could have sworn they heard the dog yell at them for interrupting his nap.

Once again, MC's forced into a pact that they didn't exactly ask for. At least they were forming a friendship with Asmo before the pact was made...

MC to Mammon when he barges in the room and starts reaming into Asmo: "For fuck's sake, Mammon! We're not even dating! Why do you have to be so jealous all the time?"

MC uses the pact they have with Levi to make him shut up. They're not in the mood for him to start spouting out some porn fantasy involving them, Mammon, and Asmo.

It's around the time that Luke replies to Levi that MC starts developing a headache, and it's just strong enough to suggest that the commotion is also giving Belphie a headache (so MC's essentially experiencing two headaches).

MC to Mammon when he says that he's their first man: "No, you're not. Just because I gave you a kiss on the cheek does not mean we slept together!"

MC to Asmo when he asks if they're happy to have him by their side: "At the moment, I think both of you need to shut up." Of course, their request gets ignored.

MC has the urge to throw a pillow at someone, but they're not sure if it's their own urge or if Belphie's wanting them to do it.

The noise gets too much for MC when Diavolo and Lucifer enter the room and start their own conversation, and before they know it, they send a pillow flying across the room. Unfortunately, it manages to hit Lucifer right in the face. The look of terror in MC's eyes is enough to keep him from retaliating, but then in the next moment, Mammon's pillow hits Diavolo.

MC catches a wild look in Lucifer's eyes that suggests to them that he's spiraling down some rabbit hole. Is he experiencing PTSD?

MC takes the opportunity to hide under the covers when Lucifer challenges everyone to get hit in the face. Somehow, they manage to fall asleep, and the sound of quiet murmuring is enough to wake them up. They end up overhearing the entire conversation that occurs outside, including the part where Barbatos says that it wasn't an accident that they were chosen but rather an inevitability. That line causes Belphie and MC to have a brief conversation when MC falls back asleep.

Belphie's the first one to suggest that MC may be related to someone very powerful, however distant they may be.

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allsassnoclass · 2 years

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hiii hazel <3 congratulations on 500 followers!!! 🥰💛 could i request a fic for "take my seat" with cake?? and some dog pictures would be delightful <333

alright adi here you are! hope you enjoy it!

cake: "Take my seat"

Calum closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, straightening his legs enough to hear his knees pop. he hates that his joints crackle like a glow stick at 20 years old, but he's also been on his feet for most of the day leading campers through recreational sports. The end of week talent show is going to be a welcome reprieve, even if it's hot as hell in the amphitheater despite the sun long having set. There's a gentle roar of kids chatting excitedly and cheering every time a member of the tech crew crosses to set up something on the ground, and he takes another pull from his water bottle in the hopes that the noise doesn't give him a headache at the end of a long day.

At least his campers have been good this week. Last week his middle schoolers were little terrors, but this time he and Michael got lucky. Luke and Ashton got the short end of the stick with a group of rowdy twelve-year-olds who have tried to sneak out every night.

"Hey," someone sighs near his shoulder, and he glances up to see Luke blinking at him, rubbing his forehead the way he does when he's particularly tired. His shoulders are slumped and there are dark circles under his eyes that will hopefully disappear after a weekend without campers, but the heat makes his hair curl against his forehead in a way that Calum absolutely loves.

"Hey," Calum says after a beat too long. "Where are your kids?"

Luke scans the crowd, then vaguely gestures somewhere towards the middle.

"Ashton has them over there. Michael's talking to him."

Calum cranes his neck and finally manages to spot Michael's bright hair. He's squeezed onto the bench next to Ashton and appears to be content to stay there a while.

That's fine. Calum doesn't mind swapping partners for the night, especially if it gives him more time with Luke, a commodity that's difficult to come by with campers running around and their own separate classes to plan for. Things were easier in previous years when they were bunk leads like Michael and Ashton, but being bunk support as well as teaching staff makes for a great pay raise and significantly less free time. They can't throw their cabins together and use that as an excuse to hang out, because Calum and Luke are now busy during most rec times or group activities.

Calum turns his gaze back to Luke and finds him blinking slowly, seconds away from falling asleep on his feet.

"Hey, you okay?" he asks, nudging Luke gently and then wrapping a hand around his arm when he tips back further than he should.

"Tired," Luke says, forcing his eyes open. "I'm still not used to dancing for hours on end every day and the gremlins don't let me get any sleep. My entire body aches."

Calum makes a sympathetic sound in the back of his throat and stands, manhandling Luke onto the bench in his place.

"Here, take my seat."

"You've been working all day, too," Luke protests halfheartedly. Calum shakes his head.

"Sit down, Hemmings," he says sternly, using his eyebrows for emphasis. "You're going to fall over if you stay on your feet."

Luke sinks down onto the bench with a sigh and rubs his eyes. Calum puts his hand on the back of his neck and squeezes slightly, feeling how tense and coiled Luke's muscles are underneath it. He needs a week off and a good massage. Calum wants to start rubbing his shoulders and see if he can make a bit of a dent in his astronomical stress levels, but that's not a good idea in front of the campers. No one heckles like middle school boys teasing an authority figure, and Luke would bear the brunt of it when word inevitably gets to his nightmare cabin.

Calum lets his hand fall, sliding down Luke's spine on the way. It's sweaty, which is gross, but everyone is sweaty and gross in the dead of the summer after a full day of teaching. Luke dances with his students all day, whereas Calum can get away with telling his to run drills and scrimmages while offering verbal corrections. He'd feel bad about it if he wasn't getting significantly less sleep than every camper here.

"Last night of this camp," Calum offers. "Then your nightmare children will be gone."

"I'm going to miss them," Luke sighs. "They're absolute idiots, but I'm going to miss them."

"That's because you're a big old softie, like a marshmallow," Calum says, resting his knuckles against Luke's bicep. "You get attached to every group of campers."

"They're menaces, but they're my menaces," Luke pouts.

"Menaces who are planning to throw you in the lake tomorrow."

"Let them try! I can take them!" Luke declares.

"There's ten of them. I think they have a chance," Calum teases. Luke's pout deepens, but Calum can see the poorly contained smile underneath it. He'll let his campers throw him in the lake tomorrow, and he'll laugh the entire time. It's basically tradition at this point.

The campers around them let out another cheer as another crew member crosses the stage, connecting one final cable. She taps the microphone at the front, a dull thump projecting across the amphitheater, and the campers cheer louder. Luke rubs his temples.

"Do you want to go back to the cabin? No one will mind," Calum says gently, crouching by him so he's not in the way of campers behind him trying to watch. His hand lands on Luke's knee for balance, and he lets himself keep it there now that everyone's focus is on the stage.

Luke shakes his head.

"This is my favorite part of camp. I want to see my dancers perform."

Calum hums, glancing at the senior camper who is emceeing for the night as they take the stage to welcome everyone here.

"Let me know if you need anything," he says, swiping a thumb over Luke's knee.

Luke glances down at him and smiles, dimples popping in his cheeks.

"Come sit," he says, scooting over on the bench as far as he can without running into one of Calum's kids. It leaves only a sliver of space on the bench for Calum, but he takes it anyway, using it as an excuse to get close to Luke. Luke wraps an arm around him under the guise of helping hold him up, but Calum knows that it's mostly because Luke is a touchy person, even when it's too hot to get close like this.

"Enjoy the show!" the camper onstage says enthusiastically. Everyone in the audience cheers, and Luke holds his free hand in front of him, waving it until Calum gets the picture and slaps their hands together in a clap/high five hybrid, laughing the entire time.

Calum is definitely going to enjoy the show, but it'll have more to do with the sweaty, exhausted boy next to him than anything happening onstage.

#my writing #cake #sunfleursky #adi #you know that the cake folks are starving when they come to *me* for prompts #i feel like i still don't quite know how to write these two #but that'll come with practice i suppose #hope you enjoy anyway adi :)

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julies-butterflies · 3 years

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Reggie sleeps face down w his arms for a pillow and Luke is an awful bed buddy because he tosses and turns before eventually settling on a starfish position with limbs just hanging over anything or anyone in his way

this is all exceptional, alarmingly accurate, and i shall be drawing inspiration for my next story thank u

#headcanons #NO ONE WANTS TO SLEEP WITH LUKE BECAUSE HE'S A NIGHT TERROR #luke is alex's sleep paralysis demon come to life #he wakes up and is just frozen imagining luke patterson completely draped over him #drooling on his pillow #strangling him to death with his limbs #see this is a legitimate fear of his because it has Happened Before (because occasionally luke just breaks into his friends' homes in the n #ight)#(and it's just something they have to deal with)

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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MC is Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar

(Underground Tomb edition!)

Hello friends and degenerate sinners, this is basically a mini headcanon set for Luci’s kid!MC about how the incident with Luke and the Grimoire would go down in this AU to tide you all over until Part 3 comes out! Enjoy!

It was a normal night in the good ol’ HOL... Lucifer was doing paperwork at an ungodly hour of the night, Beel was in the kitchen, and Mammon was screaming and running for dear life. Ah... sweet normalcy.

The custard incident remained the same, MC got force-fed custard and Beel threw a truly fantastic hunger tantrum that culminated in the wall connecting to MC’s room collapsing.

Cue lecture from Luci-father.

“I am very disappointed in you three.” Lucifer rubbed his temples as MC, Beel, and Mammon awkwardly stood in his room. Mammon of course, was trying to avoid the death glares MC was giving him. Poor bastard.

“Especially you two, MC and Beel.”

“Whuh?!” Mammon sputtered. “What about me?!”

“I expect this from you. These two on the other hand,” Lucifer raised an eyebrow at MC who was awkwardly trying to suppress a laugh at Mammon’s aghast expression. “Should know not to act like this.”

“We’re *snrk* sorry, father,” MC paused to try and muscle through a giggle. “It won’t happen again.”

“He ate my custard...” Beel pouted.

“So, MC won’t be able to use their room anymore due to the wall... collapsing.” Lucifer gave Beel a pointed glare.

Mammon smirked, and if he were sitting on a couch, we would have leaned back and kicked his feet up. “Well, obviously since I’m a kind and generous soul I’ll open up my room for poor MC to stay in. My babysittin’ rates are quite high though-”

“BABYSITTING?!” MC snarled, giving Mammon a death glare that could probably kill lesser demons.

Lucifer felt a twinge of pride upon seeing his child give someone his signature bone-chilling glare, if he weren’t supposed to be disappointed he would have given MC a pat on the head and let them hang Mammon from the ceiling.

“Uh- heh- MC, I’m your favourite uncle! Me babysittin’ ya should be an honour!” Mammon was sweating bullets and desperately looking to Beel for help.

“Levi is rapidly approaching favourite uncle status.” MC crossed their arms and huffed.

“Levi?! Wait- does that mean I was your favourite-”

Lucifer was almost tempted to stick MC in Mammon’s room just to have MC punish Mammon so he could get some sleep, tragically, his common sense won out. “MC will be staying with Beel. He has an extra bed in his room after all.”

MC looked over at Beel and smiled. “Could be worse, right? I’ll replace the custard.”

Beel’s smile upon hearing the last part could have lit up the entire Devildom. What a sweetie.

MC still chilled in Beel’s room. They finally got to ask more questions about Belphie, and Beel is more inclined to share what’s up because MC is his big bro’s kid after all!

Because of MC’s half demon-ness, they hadn’t met Belphie at that point in the story unlike in canon. They were just curious about their missing uncle. They ALSO already knew what Belphie looks like because Lucifer gave them an in depth tour of everything and he pointed out all the portraits.

MC, being the sadistic sweetheart they are, went out and bought themselves and Beel replacement custard. MC made sure to eat it right in front of Mammon.

But my oh my, who was texting them? *gasp!* Luke!

MC obviously let their little angel buddy into the house (Luke did not know about MC’s parental situation at that point, keep that in mind). Luke was fun to tease a little after all! And it was nice to have another kid around, but MC would never admit it.

Since MC had literally no reason to be afraid of their dear old dad, they went right up to him and asked him if Luke could stay over. No fear.

“Father?” MC leaned on the doorway to the backyard, Lucifer was playing fetch with Cerberus. MC had never seen someone play fetch so robotically.

“Yes, MC?” Cerberus’ middle head dropped a slobber covered squeaky toy into Lucifer’s gloved hand, the other two heads snapped at the middle one.

“Can I have a friend over?” MC asked, trotting over to give Cerberus some pets. On the first day the dog had tried to eat them, but after giving him some much tastier bacon treats, Cerberus was sweet as pie. Murderous and dangerous pie, that is.

“Do I know this friend?”

“Yes, it’s Luke. Can he stay over?”

Lucifer wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes. “Cerberus is right here, you have access to a dog. Why on earth would you bring the chihuahua over?”

MC snorted and gave Cerberus’ right head some scratches behind the ears. “He’s not a chihuahua all the time, come on, it’s for the good of the exchange program!”

The two had a stare down for a little while, and to his absolute horror, Lucifer felt his resolve cracking. This child of his was too adorable for their own good. “Fine, MC.”

“Yes!” MC fist pumped as Cerberus’ middle and left heads tried to join in on the ear scritches.

“But note,” Lucifer continued. “I expect a full report to give to Lord Diavolo on this whole experience.”

MC frowned and debated sticking their tongue out at their father, they decided against it. “A paper? On a sleepover? Really?”

“Yes. Really.” Lucifer gave MC a flick on the nose. “Like you said, it has to do with the exchange program. Now go make sure the chihuahua doesn’t die and leave you with a mess to clean up.”

The look of complete terror Luke gave MC when they told him that Lucifer said he could stay over was completely worth the paper they were going to have to write.

“What?! You weren’t supposed to tell him I’m here!”

“He said you could stay.”

“Why?! Oh no... did he demand your soul as payment or something?! MC! You shouldn’t have put yourself in that nasty demon’s debt! Don’t worry, I’ll get your soul back somehow.”

MC should have been offended... but they weren’t. I mean, could you stay mad at Luke when he just offered to fight arguably the second most powerful demon in the Devildom to get your soul back?

Now that Luke’s presence in the house was known to everyone, the challenge was no longer keeping Luke hidden, it was making sure Luke didn’t say anything that would get him killed and making sure none of the demon bros made Luke cry.

Mammon was the main culprit of the teasing because Lucifer actually had better things to do. And he had a (totally not a) date with Diavolo so he’d be back late and wouldn’t be home to tease the chihuahua.

Mammon’s status as favourite uncle was hanging by a thread by the end of the first day.

Asmo thought Luke was positively adorable and also very annoying. He offered to paint MC and Luke’s nails. Luke declined, but MC was all for it. (Their cuticles were a MESS by the way, they needed the manicure.)

Luke’s nails were painted gold to match the gold on his outfit! Asmo was quite proud of his work, and was very offended when he was not allowed to try and braid Luke’s hair.

“It looks so soft!”

“You’re not allowed to touch my hair, demon!”

Satan still disliked MC on the basis that they were just a mini-Lucifer and hung out in his room or the library to avoid them and Luke.

It was incredibly annoying when Luke and MC burst into the library to look for cookbooks and treat recipes after Luke told MC about his baking endeavours. Satan debated ordering a pair of ear plugs on Akuzon...

Or perhaps a laser gun...

Both would make him stop hearing the children’s grating voices.

“You two, be quiet.”

“We haven’t spoken since we got in here...”

“You’re breathing too loud.”

Beel remained the only brother who was actually decent to Luke, they all played Go Fish in Beel’s room.

Levi was in his room playing his new video game just like in canon, but he could hear Luke and MC running around outside his room.

He was fully prepared to do that introvert thing where you stay in your room until you hear someone say goodbye to the guest.

Levi’s eyes were glued to his computer screen, just eight more skeleton monsters to kill and he’d get the achievement! His attention crumbled the moment he heard the dreaded sound of...

Guests...

“Hey MC! Whose room is this?”

The sound of a door opening and closing down the hall caused Levi to jump in his seat. Oh no... his worst fears were realized! There was another person in the house!

“That’s Asmodeus’ room. Luke you shouldn’t go around opening everyone’s doors-”

The sound of another door opening and shutting made Levi pause his game and look at Henry 2.0 for help. Maybe if he jumped into the tank and wrapped himself in his tail he’d camouflage into his surroundings...

BAM!

AAAAA! Not enough time! The guest was drawing nearer... he was going to have to... *barf*... SOCIALIZE!

“How about this room?”

Levi braced himself for the incoming social contact... Fs in the chat everyone...

“We shouldn’t bother Levi, let’s do something else.”

HAJEKDJSJSJSJD- BEEL! BEEL JUST SAVED LEVI’S LIFE!

The poor third born slumped back in his seat, the awfulness of socialization avoided. He uh... hadn’t actually left his room in maybe three days... maybe he should actually go outside... enjoy the nonexistent sunlight, y’know?

...nah. Levi went back to his game.

Since the kitchen was broken, Beel, MC, and Luke went out and get AkuDonald’s. They were all out of the toy that Luke and MC wanted so that trip was a disaster! A disaster I say!

Just the image of Beel happily chomping on his eighth burger while Luke and MC angrily pick at their fries makes me want to laugh.

Now the question you’re all waiting for, did Lucifer try and kill Luke and Beel and then MC for trying to take the Grimoire?

N O

“Whose room is behind that door?” Luke pointed to the door to the attic staircase.

MC shrugged and hit their knuckles against the door a few times. “It’s just the door to the attic. My uh- Lucifer said not to go up there because it’s just full of old junk.”

Normally MC would scoff at the idea of being told what not to do and do it out of spite, but MC was a child, and like most children, they hated scary attics. They hadn’t even attempted to open the door in the month they had lived in the house.

“Hm, maybe he’s hiding something...” Luke puffed out his cheeks and knocked on the door. When met with no answer, Luke turned the doorknob. The door creaked open, and the two peeked inside.

A tall spiral staircase greeted them as they tentatively stepped inside. Not so-good Lord, the room was freezing, but it didn’t seem to bother Luke as he walked further into the room.

“What do you think’s up there?” Luke asked, craning his neck to try and get a look at what could be at the top of the stairs.

MC shuddered and crossed their arms. “Like Lucifer said, junk. Nothing important.”

There was a tingling feeling at the base of MC’s neck, their hand flew to the spot only to find nothing, but the uneasiness didn’t cease. Something was very... very off. A shudder creeped up their spine as Luke stepped closer to the staircase.

“Come on,” Luke tutted, placing a hand on the railing. “Demons are known liars!”

Luke was quite difficult to be friends with sometimes, MC had to admit.

With every step Luke took up the stairs, the sense of dread brewing in MC’s gut grew, but they remained rooted to the spot, it was almost like something was physically stopping them from getting closer to those stairs.

Luke stopped on the sixth step and craned his neck to look up again. “Hello?” He called out.

His little voice echoed up the staircase, he was met with no reply for a moment, until a massive shudder wracked both his and MC’s spines.

“Hello.” A voice replied.

Quick as lightning MC dove forward, taking three steps up the stairs despite what felt like electric shocks stabbing into their skin, and yanked Luke back down the stairs and out the door, closing it behind them. MC heard a lazy, carefree chuckle reverberate through their head, and a message that only MC could hear.

“Leaving so soon, Lucifer?”

...

Spooky right?

Anyway- back to Luke and MC being idiots together.

They headed back to Beel’s room to watch some Devildom kid shows, I assume Tom and Jerry just played on repeat.

Luke explained the reason he ran away from Purgatory Hall, and MC legitimately debated whether or not they should throw Luke out of the nearest window for all the jabs he was taking at demons.

“Simeon was going to go out for tea with Diavolo! He even said that I could ask Barbatos to instruct me on the finer points of baking!”

“What’s so bad about that?”

“They’re demons, MC! Simeon and I are angels from the Celestial Realm! We shouldn’t be consorting with demons.”

Once again, bless Beel and his lack of murderous rage when it came to anything other than food.

“MC, Lucifer would be upset if you broke a window.”

“What’s he talking about?”

“Nothing Luke, nothing you need to worry about.”

Don’t worry, no angels were harmed during the visit.

On day two of the extended sleepover, Luke and MC decided to go running around the house again.

“And this is the basement.” MC put their hands on their hips and kissed their teeth as they looked around the Underground tomb. “Perfectly creepy.”

Luke shuddered. “Is this house nothing but one creepy room after another..?”

MC smiled and stuck out their tongue. Their fear of the attic did not extend to the underground tomb. Not that they were actually afraid of the attic or anything...

“Why? You scared some big monster is gonna getcha?” MC teased.

“No!” Luke gasped. “I’m not scared!”

MC began to walk backwards into the darker depths of the tomb, their teasing tone echoing off of the walls. “Then come on! Don’t be chicken!”

Luke looked back and forth from the door out of there, to the rapidly disappearing figure of MC, he rushed after MC.

“I’m not scared of some dark basement.” Luke huffed.

“Why not~?” MC snickered. “There could be ghosts down here... tortured souls of those who were damned to Hell for all eternity~!”

MC swiped Luke’s hat and placed it on their head, Luke jumped at the sudden contact and began to try and get the hat back from MC.

“Stop trying to scare me!” Luke yapped, MC laughed and began to jog deeper into the tomb.

“Maybe there’s a monster that eats chihuahuas down here too! Who knows!” MC twirled the hat with their fingers and ran a little faster when Luke ran after them.

“I AM NOT A CHIHUAHUA!”

Sure, maybe it wasn’t the best course of action to tease and scare one’s friend instead of telling them what they said earlier was mean, but MC wasn’t the best at decision making.

When MC reached a dead end, they stopped and looked around, Luke crashed right into them. He managed to swipe his hat back from a now disinterested MC.

MC’s gaze landed on a book being held up by a statue, they padded over and looked up at it.

“Luke, do you know what that is?” MC asked, turning to look at their now very miffed friend.

“The... book? I don’t know.”

Truthfully, MC didn’t know either. During their first tour of the house, Mammon had interrupted the Underground tomb segment and Lucifer had to cut the tour short.

“It’s uh...” MC pursed their lips and tried to think of a convincing lie. “A spell book. Lucifer told me that it makes your magic really really strong, so he stuck it down here to hide it from Solomon.”

“Did I now?”

MC and Luke screamed and whirled around, there stood Lucifer himself, not looking terribly pleased with the two of them.

“MC, care to explain why you and the angel are so close to the Grimoire?” Lucifer’s words were icily calm, and MC knew that meant if they didn’t come up with a good explanation they’d be in big trouble.

“W-we were just playing down here...” MC trailed off, looking to Luke for some kind of backup before realizing what a stupid idea that was.

“Y-yeah! We were just-”

Lucifer stuck his thumb over his shoulder and glowered at the two. “Out.”

“Yes sir.” Luke and MC mumbled as they stepped away from the Grimoire, Lucifer relaxed slightly as the two walked past him and down the hall.

When the two got back up to Beel’s room, Luke suddenly gasped and turned to MC.

“You said it was a spell book!”

After that, MC got the feeling that Luke was no longer welcome in the house. What was the big deal about almost touching the Grimoire anyway? It could only override pacts and control demons-

Oh.

Balls.

Simeon got called to pick up Luke and before the two of them left MC assured Luke that he could come over and hang out anytime as long as he texted first.

Beel said Luke could come over and bake when the kitchen was fixed, poor Beel would have to do without Luke’s baked goods for a little while longer.

MC rested their chin on the coffee table they were kneeling in front of, stewing in annoyance. Their unfinished homework was practically mocking them, but the Demonology textbook was not what had them in their funk.

“MC, do your homework.” Lucifer said from the living room couch, he was comparing his phone to notes in a binder that was placed on his lap.

A grunt from MC caused him to raise an eyebrow. Their grasp on demonic language had improved, but Lucifer did not approve of them using their new skill to sass him.

“MC.” Lucifer chided, MC turned to look at him with a deadpan expression. “If there’s something wrong, either tell me, or do your work without complaining.”

MC turned back to their homework and tapped their pencil against the textbook, before puffing out their cheek and turning back to Lucifer.

“What’s in the attic?”

For the briefest of moments, Lucifer froze, he forcibly relaxed and went back to his work.

“Junk.” Lucifer replied. “Did you try and go up there?”

MC shook their head. “No, I went into the staircase room, but not up the stairs.”

Lucifer’s eyes flashed, he then took a deep breath and looked at MC. “Good, there’s nothing of interest up there anyway. If you did go up there you might break something or hurt yourself.”

“Okay.” MC sighed, trying to push the voice from the attic out of their mind. “What about the Grimoire? Why is it down in the tomb?”

Lucifer could feel his patience growing thinner and thinner with every question. “So it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.”

“Why not just destroy it?” MC asked, their question wasn’t meant to be taken as an insult or be malicious, it was just legitimate curiosity. “Wouldn’t that be safer?”

The first born hesitated before he answered. He looked over MC, before shaking his head. “...I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

MC’s eyes narrowed, but they went back to their work all the same. It would be about ten minutes of quiet before MC spoke up again.

“When Belphegor gets back from the human world, you’re going to have a lot of explaining to do, huh?”

Lucifer’s eyes snapped up to look at MC, who still had their back turned to him as they scribbled notes from the textbook. His grip on his DDD tightened as he replied.

“Why do you say that, MC?”

MC didn’t seem to register their father’s clipped tone, and shrugged. “Beel said that he isn’t answering his texts or calls, and when he sent up a letter Belphegor didn’t respond to that either.”

“The life of an exchange student is a busy one, as you can see.” Lucifer forcibly injected his last bit of remaining calmness into his words as he gestured at MC’s homework. MC laughed at that.

“Yeah well, I still make time to call my friends and ren back up in the human world.” MC giggled. “And I’m sure those text notifications about his older brother discovering that he has a child would make him pick up the phone.”

“Belphegor might have a much larger workload.” Lucifer retorted, trying to keep himself from snapping at MC.

“But still, you’d think he’d call his-”

“MC-” Lucifer snarled, MC whirled around, the fear and shock in their eyes caused anything Lucifer was going to say to die in his throat.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, before Lucifer took another deep breath and turned back to his work.

“Not right now, MC,” Lucifer whispered. “I’m working.”

...

To be continued...

#Obey me #Obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#obey me headcanons #obey me! headcanons #Obey me MC #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Satan #Lucifer’s Kid #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Luke #when I say to be continued- I mean more diverging from canon #I have a feeling the lovely London family trip went smoothly... totally

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Laughing Gas Confession (L. Hemmings imagine)

I’ve been working on this fix for quite some time but since Luke decided to realize a new album, I finally managed to gain motivation to finish this fic! Anyway reader gets their wisdom teeth pulled and this is the results! Tagging my girlie @wrestlingfae

WC: 2352

Wisdom teeth. The bane of any person’s existence if they ever had the displeasure of them coming in. Truly the only thing a person could ever gain from them coming in might be the humerus videos you capture while on laughing gas. My experience however? A little less humorous and a lot more exposing.

“Come on, you’re being a baby about this, just go to the dentist and let them pull the wisdom teeth, you’ll feel much better!” Luke insisted as he shut the door behind us. I groaned as he continued to pester me about setting up a dentist appointment to remove the nightmares pressing against my jaw.

“Luke, I have no one to bring me home! They’re going to use laughing gas and I can’t drive while high.” I retorted, beginning to put away the groceries, only to press my fingers against the hinge of my jaw as the ache began to grow more painful. He stared at me with a disbelieving look then he exclaimed, “I’m off tour, I can take you! I mean, we’re best friends, isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? Take each other to the dentist, make sure you don’t ruin the Uber driver’s car flooring with vomit.”

“Okay, that was one time! That’s what you get for giving me Chipotle while I’m hammered. I mean, technically, me puking on that guy’s floor was your fault for letting me drink with Cal. You know he always encourages me to do bad things.” I insisted, handing him the milk to put away. He sighed, clearly realizing that I had won that point, and returned to our current argument, “Just let me take you. I swear, I won’t record you. I’ll just make sure you get there and back, safe and sound. Okay?”

We stared at one another for a while before I sighed, muttering, “Alright, fine, just make sure that I get there and back without breaking a bone.” His blue eyes sparkled at my agreement before he kissed me on my forehead then launched into making dinner as I dug through the freezer in search of an ice pack to press against my jaw. At least I’d finally get rid of these stupid wisdom teeth.

My appointment was set for tomorrow and dread was beginning to set in. Laughing gas loosened your lips and things that should remain a secret had the chance of slipping out. I was sitting on my bed, considering other options to pull my wisdom teeth without using laughing gas but ultimately came up empty. Unfortunately it seemed that this was the only way. Of course, I could have asked any of the other guys to take me to the dentist, but I feared that would hurt Luke. I just hoped that I could keep my secret locked away from even the grasps of the laughing gas..

“Today’s the day,” Luke crowed, bursting into my room, “C’mon, it’s time to take out those nasty wisdom teeth of yours!” I groaned and ducked my head beneath my pillow once again as I grumbled, “Why? Why did it have to be me to be cursed with a morning person as a best friend?” He flopped on my bed then lifted my pillow away from my face as he replied, “Balances out your night owl habits. Now come on, I bet you’re dying to get those bastards pulled.”

“It’s like you’re excited to see me suffer through recovery. Sadistic fuck. Alright, go, I’m getting dressed.” I muttered, shoving him off my bed. He groaned as he hit the floor then gave a small wave as he shut my bedroom door behind him, leaving me alone for the time being. I quickly changed and stared at the clock as I began to process what could happen.

Today was the day that I would risk the chance of exposing my love for my best friend of many years. What would I even do if I let it slip? Would he hate me? Would he reject me? Would he feel the same? So many thoughts raced through my head that I didn’t even notice that Luke had reentered, holding a hairbrush out to me. He cleared his throat and I glanced up with a sheepish smile then accepted the brush as he asked, “You need your shoes?” I looked around my room briefly and pointed to the stray pair of sneakers hiding beside my dresser before finishing brushing my hair.

He handed me my shoes and ran a hand through my hair as he assured me, “There’s nothing to worry about. They’re gonna take good care of you.” I smiled up at him and quickly pulled on my shoes before heading out the front door, sighing at the Los Angeles heat. We settled into the car and I stared out the window with a small sigh, prepared to finally get my teeth pulled.

“Hey you’re gonna be okay, there’s nothing to worry about. I’ve been to this dentist before, they’re really good.” Luke assured me, patting my hand. I smiled briefly then stared out the window, knowing damn good and well whether the dentist was good or not was at the bottom of my worry list for today.

We arrived at the dentist in fifteen minutes and I savored the knowledge that we wouldn’t be together while I’m high on laughing gas for too long. He guided me inside and I spoke to the nurse running the front desk while Luke investigated the assortment of pamphlets that were splayed across their wall. Settling back beside him, I gripped the arms of the chair, terror beginning to set in. What would happen as soon as I exited the exam room? Would I expose the truth? Could I prevent a secret from spilling out?

Long fingers slid over the top of my hand and I jerked out of my panic as Luke gave a tight squeeze. He smiled and assured me,”Hey it’s okay! I’ll be right here when you’re done, okay?” Just a few words and my heart began to settle. The nurse entered the waiting area then glanced up from his clipboard, calling my name. My best friend waved a hand towards the exam area then chirped, “A new life awaits you. One without pain.”

The words echoed in my head as I settled in the chair and the dentist coached me through how to breathe in the laughing gas before a haze settled over my thoughts. The operation was a quick procedure and the pressure of them removing the four monsters that evolution cursed us with was nothing compared to the relief I felt.

The nurse was kind enough to help Luke with guiding me to the car and I pressed my cheek against the cool glass of the window, poking my cheek to feel the gauze stuffed in my mouth. He swatted my hand away and chided, “Don’t do that, you’ll make it hurt worse later.” I pouted at his warning then mumbled,”You’re no fun, Luke. Why you gotta be a buzzkill?” He chuckled at my whining and ruffled my hair as he replied, “I’m not being a buzzkill, I’m saving you from yourself.”

We managed to go through the drive through without another incident of me being a disaster, which I’m sure he was thankful for. He tugged me out of the car and urged, “Come on, let’s get you inside, silly.”

“You know, I love you so fucking much, Lukey. Like holy shit.” I mumbled, leaning into his chest. He laughed as he guided me into the living room then replied, “I love you too. We should really get you laid down before you pass out on me. Doctor said by the time you got home, you’ll be about ready to sleep.” I smiled softly at him as I landed on the couch and insisted, “No, not- not like a best friend loves their best friend. I love you like a boyfriend and girlfriend love each other.”

His eyes widened at the statement then I began to lay down on the couch as I mumbled, “Prolly shouldn’t have said that but ya know how it is. Easy goes the truth you want most exposed. The subconscious is a strange place, Luke.” He gave a shallow nod and turned out of the living room then returned with a blanket, draping it over me as my eyes began to close. Long fingers brushed my cheek briefly then I heard him murmur something to me, but the pain medicine was beginning to settle in.

When I finally came to, I was still curled up on the couch, with a blanket curled around my shoulders and a pillow clutched to my cheek. Glancing around, I realized that Luke had disappeared from the living room, leaving me to nap by myself. I groaned, pressing a tender hand to my jaw, then mumbled, “Ah fuck, right. Wisdom teeth are gone.” I pushed off the couch and stumbled into the bathroom so I could pull the bloody gauze from my mouth. I moved my bottom jaw briefly, only to regret the decision as pain struck. I groaned and clenched my eyes closed, hoping that the agony would settle down.

“Hey, you’re up. You want something to eat? I made soup.” Luke asked, leaning against the bathroom doorway. I turned at the sound of his voice and questioned, “How long was I out?” He hummed at the question, glancing down at his phone screen as it chimed, then replied, “About four hours. Not a bad nap. Come on, let’s get some food for you.”

As the week progressed, I noticed Luke had become distant. He moved away when I leaned against him, particularly when he was texting which was never an issue in our friendship. We often flocked to one another when we were chatting with friends and even potential love interests so it was strange for him to shy away.

When I entered a room, he would leave just seconds later, as if he couldn’t stand the thought of standing in the same area as me. What had happened when my wisdom teeth were pulled? Had my behavior while dealing with the pain really drove my best friend away? Or worse, did I tell him my biggest secret while I was under the influence of laughing gas and pain medicine? And if so, how long would our friendship last?

I allowed his strange behavior to continue unquestioned for another week, hoping that it was a mere coincidence that he was acting so strange so soon after my wisdom teeth surgery. But I finally caved on demanding what his problem was when I tried to hug him, only for him to sidestep me.

“Was there- did I do something wrong? Because if I did, I’d really like to know what’s causing you to act like this towards me.” I asked, stepping forward to try and meet his eyes. He turned on his heel and ran a hand through his hair before he grumbled, “So that’s why you didn’t want me to take you to the dentist. Because you were afraid of telling me the truth while you were under?” I raised an eyebrow at him and began to ask what he meant, only to pause when his words sank in.

“Oh my god, I didn’t. Please tell me that I did not say what I think you’re saying that I said.” I rushed out, not caring if it had made any sense. He flickered his gaze up to me then he snapped, “How long? How long have you been hiding the fact that you’re in love with me?”

“I’m kind of hoping that’s an optional question to answer.” I admitted, twisting my fingers together. He whipped to face me and shouted, “Goddammit, this isn’t a fucking joke to me, so quit deflecting and tell me what I want to know!” I flinched back at his anger then demanded, “Why are you so pissed that I didn’t tell you that I’m in love with you? I have a right to hide things, Luke! It’s not like you feel- never mind, just let me take my medicine.”

He stepped in front of me and held a hand up as he said simply, “Finish what you were going to say. You know me so well, tell me what you were going to say.” I glanced up at him then murmured, “It’s not like you feel the same anyway.”

“But how would you know that? You’re dismissing me before you even give me the chance to tell you how I even feel! You think I’d take just someone to the dentist? I mean- fuck! I wish you’d just let me tell you how I actually feel instead of acting like I wouldn’t give you a second of my time. I’m in love with you, dammit!” he shouted, chest heaving. My jaw dropped as we stared at one another, silence settling over our living room, then he drew in a deep breath, hissing,”I wasn’t going to confess like this. You just riled me up so fast, dammit.”

“You're in love with me?” I croaked out, surprise taking over my anger. He drew in a deep breath, as if he was preparing to give a giant speech, then he whispered, “I’ve been in love with you since high school. I just thought that you only wanted to be friends.” I cupped his face and he leaned into me, pressing his forehead against mine then I mumbled, “I thought I never stood a chance. That’s why I never made a move. I was terrified of what would happen if you didn’t feel the same.”

“Two halves of a whole idiot on the same thing, I guess.” he replied, giving a small smile. I giggled and asked, “Would my other half give me a kiss then?” He gave me a gentle kiss then assured me, “The second that you’re all healed up, I’m going to kiss you so fucking hard.”

“You better keep that promise, pretty boy.”

#Luke hemmings #Luke hemmings imagines #Luke hemmings fluff #Luke hemmings angst #5sos #5sos imagines #5sos fluff #5sos angst #cass content

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Twisted 21 - Nowhere to Run [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking, blood, nightmares.

Word Count: 4300

Summary: Everyone needs a shelter.

For all your life, your sister had always said she hated watching horror movies with you because you would always criticize every character and their choices in the movie.

Who would even stay where they were when they knew there was danger outside, when they knew there was something coming for them?

You had never thought you’d learn the answer first hand;

Because there was nothing else to do, and because that was exactly what you were doing.

Spencer and the rest of his team had sent you away from that basement so that you could get some fresh air and at least attempt to get away from the greeting written on the wall with blood but you knew it was impossible.

There was no running away from that, you had seen it already.

You dangled your legs off the pier back and forth, keeping your gaze on the lake that looked so calm that it was almost like a painting. Funny, you hadn’t ever stopped to enjoy it when you were still a child, you had never actually sat there on the pier to take a breath, wrapped in the safety that would soon disappear.

The footsteps coming closer pulled you out of your thoughts and you turned you head as Spencer sat down next to you.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you croaked out and he ran his fingers through his curls.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

You shook your head, “I’m not sure what home is for me at this point, to be honest with you,” you murmured, “Besides I heard the other agents talking, you guys are going to be pretty busy the moment the rest of your team gets here.”

He heaved a sigh, biting inside his cheek but you kept your gaze on the lake.

“It makes it official right?” you asked, “All these murders…It’s not really about my father’s legacy. It’s about me.”

He stole a look at you, “Y/N…”

“It’s okay professor,” you said, “Trust me, I’m not going to run and scream.”

“The profile is changing constantly with every piece of evidence-“

“Spencer.”

He let out a breath, pursing his lips.

“It is pointing that way so far,” he muttered, “It doesn’t matter though. His legacy or an obsession with you, we’re still going to catch him.”

A silence fell upon you and you cleared your throat, pointing at the woods on the other side of the lake.

“Mina and I used to play the princess and the monster over there,” you said, “I mean… It was either me who was the princess or Mina and I were saving some imaginary princess because Mina wanted to be friends with her.” You used air quotes, “I don’t know whose shock was more fake when she came out, mine or mom’s.”

He let out a small laugh, “Yeah?”

“Mm hm, and right over there,” you pointed at the right, “Linc chased me with a worm in his hand to scare me off, and I ended up falling into the damn lake.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “Then Mina pushed him into the lake too and we all got grounded for the whole weekend.” You let out a breath and pointed back at the cabin with your thumb, “And right there, dad showed me how to kill someone for the first time.”

His head shot up, “What?”

You scoffed, “He didn’t tell you that during those sessions?”

Spencer shook his head, frowning.

“He taught me…” you wetted your lips, “How to- how to hunt, that’s what he called it. Predator and prey. After teaching me how to analyze places to find a weapon, he taught me how to find my way in the woods. Just in case. He used to um-“ you cleared your throat, “I don’t really remember all of it, I don’t know how much of it are nightmares or memories, but I remember once he dragged me here in the middle of the night, and he opened the door and there was this man…”

“Petal honey, don’t get so close to him,” your father called out from the kitchen he sharpened the knife as you took a step closer to the man who was gagged and bleeding profusely, still whimpering on the floor. Even in the dim light you could see the look of terror on his face and your heart skipped a beat as you turned your head to look at your father.

“Daddy, he-“ you shifted your weight from one foot to other, “Maybe we can just leave him like this. He’d be dead by the morning.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he asked before getting closer to you, flipping the knife in his hand and the man started yelling through the gag, but it was muffled. Your father extended his hand, motioning at the huge teddy bear you were hugging closer to your chest and you bit on your lip, then handed him that.

“You can get the teddy back after you answer 3 questions right, you know the rules,” he told you, “Alright, if I wanted him to die quickly, where would I stab?”

“Jugular.”

“Where’s the jugular?”

You pointed at the man’s neck, “There.”

“Good. What if I wanted him to suffer for hours with just one stab wound?”

You paused and scrunched up your nose, forcing your mind for the information before you looked up at him.

“In the stomach,” you said, “Stomach acid hurts.”

He thought for a second, then handed you the teddy back.

“Good job honey,” he said and walked to the man with the knife in his hand.

“I couldn’t do anything,” you pressed your lips together, “For hours and hours he tortured him and when we got back home, I went to bed and the next morning I wouldn’t stop shivering, I kept throwing up and my mom thought I had the flu so we ended up not coming to the cabin that weekend. I know how he—” you clicked your tongue, “I know how he pretends to be a normal guy. During those interviews, that documentary, even in those sessions with you he keeps pretending like he’s normal, but I know him. I know the real monster and I…” you sniffled and cleared your throat, “Profiler or not, you have no idea what he’s capable of. He put me through actual hell, Spencer. No wonder I can’t remember half of this shit, I think I’d lose my mind if I did.”

“Y/N…”

“I didn’t stop him.”

He frowned, “How old were you?”

“Seven.”

“You couldn’t have stopped him even if you wanted to,” Spencer told you, “You were a child.”

“I could’ve told someone,” you murmured, looking at the lake, “I could’ve done something.”

“You were a child,” he repeated, “Children trust their parents, okay? You know it as well as I do that he’s a master at manipulation. Whatever he has done, it’s not your fault.”

“I doubt those bodies in the basement would agree with you,” you managed to say and let out a humorless chuckle, “Besides, I’m my father’s daughter, remember? You told me so yourself.”

The impact of your words would’ve been surprising if you weren’t so distracted by your own misery. He pulled back as if you had just slapped him, his hazel eyes searching your face and he swallowed thickly, opening and closing his mouth like he was at loss for words.

“I didn’t mean—” he paused, shaking his head “Y/N, that wasn’t the truth.”

You grabbed the cigarette out of your purse and lit it, dangling your legs back and forth over the pier.

“It’s fine,” you shrugged your shoulders, “You’re not the first person to think that, and weirdly enough, you’re not the first ex to think that either-“

“That’s not what I think,” he insisted, “Nothing about you even suggests that you’re anything like him, behavior or psychological wise. I just wanted to—“ he hesitated for a moment, his jaw clenching, “Hurt you back.”

You tried to smile, still keeping your gaze on the lake as you exhaled the smoke.

“Congratulations professor, you’re pretty good at that.”

A silence fell upon you both as you twirled the cigarette between your fingers.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was so gentle that you turned your head to look at him, “I really am. I never should’ve hit below the belt, not like that.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Y/N.”

“No really,” you insisted, “I don’t want to talk about that anymore, I’m just so—“ you closed your eyes for a moment “God, I’m just so tired Spencer. You have no idea how tired I am.”

“I know.”

“And it just doesn’t end,” you murmured and opened your eyes, “Right? I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in months now, and everything is getting so out of my control.”

“It will end soon.”

“But we don’t know that,” you insisted as almost a hysterical laugh escaped from your lips, “Do you want to hear the worst part? I don’t think this feeling will ever go away. At this point, I don’t even remember how it feels like not to be afraid.”

He heaved a sigh, then looked over his shoulder when Luke approached you two.

“Sorry guys,” he said, shifting his weight, “But um- Reid, we need you in there.”

“Can’t someone else-“

“Don’t,” you shook your head as you stood up and dusted off your jeans, “Seriously. Besides, the sooner you catch this guy, the sooner…I don’t know, the sooner things go back to normal, whatever that means.”

“You can’t just drive home like this.”

“I’ll drive her,” Luke said, making you turn your head,

“Dude, aren’t you needed here too?”

“I’m going to go back to help out Rossi,” he said, “Not all of the team has to be here, I mean-“ he nodded at Spencer, “We’ve got our genius here, he’s got it covered. I can take the babysitting duty.”

“No pastries for you anymore.”

“I would like to rephrase my statement,” he said quickly, making you smile before you shrugged your shoulders.

“Alright then, let’s go.”

“Y/N-“ Spencer started but you shot him a look.

“I’m fine,” you said, “Go do your Sherlock stuff, professor. Solve the case so that I can start planning weddings again instead of hanging around creepy cabins. I’m just gonna go home and get drunk, so you’ll probably get a voicemail or two from me, just saying.”

“Can’t wait,” Spencer smiled softly and you followed Luke to your car, then handed him the keys and got in the passenger seat. He started the car and you slipped a little in the seat, leaning your knees on the dash.

“How are you holding up?” Luke asked you and you heaved a sigh.

“I feel like I’m in a horror movie to be honest with you,” you muttered, “Who the fuck writes on a wall with blood, I mean like who are you, Michael Myers?”

“I didn’t mean the case,” he stole a look at you and you raised your brows.

“Ah, that,” you said, “Well, I don’t have a bff that sets me up with people in night clubs, so there’s that.”

He hissed in a breath, “Garcia told you.”

“Mm hm,” you looked out of the window, “No hard feelings, don’t worry. I dated lots of frat boys back when I was in college, so I’m very familiar with the bro code.”

“You dated frat boys?” he made a face and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Yeah I started from the bottom and worked my way up to the genius back there.”

He chuckled, “I take it you still haven’t told him you threatened a serial killer because he happened to threaten him?”

“I would’ve done the same for anyone.”

“Bullshit.”

Your jaw dropped, “I let you drive my car and this is the thanks I get, Alvez?”

“Okay trust fund baby, I’m driving you home, you’re not doing me a favor.”

You let out a small laugh, “Eh, I’m not that bad.”

“Your sister threatened a whole police department using lawyers.”

“They had it coming,” you said and he cleared his throat.

“If it makes you feel any better, it was an actual fiasco.”

Your head shot up and you turned to him, “Hm?”

“That whole thing with Reid. He’s not over you.”

“He will be,” you murmured, “Eventually.”

“Do you want to hear why it was a fiasco?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s an exaggeration-“

“He spent the whole night talking about you,” he cut you off and your jaw dropped, “Yeah. More like, she asked him about his job and he mentioned the case, then talked about you and how you couldn’t be the killer for hours. For a second, I thought he’d go up to the DJ booth and start broadcasting from there.”

You could feel the warmth spreading through you, but you nibbled on your lip, trying to ignore it.

“I really hurt him Luke.”

He stole a look at you from the corner of his eye.

“I know,” he said, “That’s pretty clear. I don’t know which one is worse, that you hurt him or that it doesn’t seem to change anything on his part.”

You could feel the burning in your eyes but you slipped a little in your seat and kept your eyes on the road.

“Yeah,” you murmured, “I don’t know which one is worse either.”

***

The worst thing about nightmares?

There was no escape from them, and no amount of booze could make them go away.

You woke up to your own scream and leaped out of the bed so fast that you got caught in your sheets and fell on your face, your ears ringing. You could feel the bile burning your throat, so you covered your mouth and rushed to the bathroom to throw up into the toilet, barely aware of the sobs rocking your body. You wiped at your mouth and stood up on shaky legs, then brushed your teeth, still breathing hard.

You were there again, in that graveyard with your father, but this time you couldn’t brush it off as just a nightmare.

It was way too detailed, way too familiar to be a nightmare.

You wiped at your forehead and washed your face with ice cold water, desperate for some sort of a relief and leaned over the sink, closing your eyes for a moment.

“Fuck this shit,” you rasped out to yourself before turning the tap off and raised your glances to look in the mirror.

Well.

You looked exactly like how you felt.

You still didn’t trust your legs but still managed to leave the bathroom, Making your way to your bedroom was more than enough to give you goosebumps, but you snatched your phone off the bedside table. You almost dropped it because of how badly you were trembling with fear, but managed to hold it tighter, found his name in the contacts and took the phone to your ear.

He answered immediately.

“Hello?”

“Spencer, hi,” you said, still taking deep breaths, “I um… I had this- this nightmare and I- I need to talk to you. Can we meet somewhere?”

He hesitated for a moment, “Are you okay? Why are you breathing so fast?”

“Not a panic attack,” you wiped at your nose, “Not yet anyway.”

“Okay, I’m still coming over-“

“No!” you cut him off, then licked your lips, “No I can’t…. I can’t stay here right now, I need to get out of here. Can we please meet somewhere or-or-“

“How about my place?” he asked and you heard the unmistakable clinking of keys, “You can’t drive like that, I’ll come and pick you up, wait there-“

“No I’ll just take a taxi.”

“Y/N.”

“I’ll take a taxi, just send me the location,” you told him and hung up, quickly got dressed, got into your coat, then went downstairs when your taxi arrived. You still felt like you could throw up again, but the cool air coming from the open car window helped as the driver started the car after you gave him the location.

There was a beauty in the city at night, especially in chilly nights like these. The small raindrops falling down your face offered some kind of a small comfort while you tried your hardest to ignore the images flashing through your mind, taking a deep breath, letting the cold air fill your lungs. You leaned your head to the open window, closing your eyes and letting the noise of the city drag you out of your own mind.

By the time the taxi pulled over, you were almost lost in your thoughts and only when the driver let you know that you were there you opened your eyes. You paid him, and looked up at the building before making your way inside.

It was almost strange how you hadn’t seen his apartment when you two were dating, but now here you were.

After the break up. At three in the morning.

You wiped at your nose and fixed your hair before you knocked on the door and tried to control your breathing, but that felt way too difficult. As soon as he opened the door, everything you had planned to tell him in your head disappeared and you looked up at him in complete silence for a couple of seconds, you had almost forgotten how he looked when he wasn’t in his work clothes. A warmth filled you, the urge to rush into his arms taking over you but you managed to fight the urge and stepped into the apartment, desperately searching for the right words.

“I had that nightmare, again.” You turned to him as soon as you entered the living room, stumbling over your words, “That graveyard nightmare, but Spencer I think it wasn’t just a dream, I think you were right and it was a memory and there was someone else but I can’t see a face and—“

“Y/N.”

“And I think we were there because of me because it all just connected, we were at that graveyard and he was actually digging a grave and I can remember the face of the victim but not—“

“Sweetheart, breathe.” he approached you in three long steps and his warm hands cupped your cheek so that he could look at you better, “I’m here, I’m listening, okay? Just breathe and tell me. Slowly.”

You swallowed thickly, looking up at him.

“I had that nightmare again,” you managed to say, “But I think that’s a memory.”

“Okay,” he nodded, “How?”

“Because at the graveyard, dad told me something,” you said, “He was- he was digging a grave, and he said, Remember, you’re not supposed to make them bleed if you can’t kill them. And I remembered when that happened, back at the cabin, during the training, I… I untied one of the victims and pretended like he got out of them somehow.”

His hand slipped a little so that he could brush his fingers over your neck, almost soothing you.

“It didn’t work,” you shook your head, “As soon as he got out of the cabin, dad hunted him down and dragged him back into the cabin, he had lost way too much blood to make a run for it. Spencer, that’s a memory, not just a nightmare.”

“There was another person with you? At the graveyard?”

“He took the victim to the graveyard later on, but yes. There was someone, I just…I can’t remember who,” you heaved a shaky breath, “You need to tell the team-“

“We’re already checking the graveyards within the driving distance to the cabin, I told them today.”

You blinked a couple of times, “Did you?”

“Yeah,” he said and his eyes searched your face, “You’re shaking.”

You tried to smile and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, running your thumb over his warm skin, “It’s cold out there.”

You were lying, he knew you were lying and you knew that he knew, but neither of you commented on that. He hesitated for a moment before he pulled you closer to him, letting you bury your face into his chest as he held you tight and you inhaled his scent, closing your eyes.

He was right earlier. This was an addiction.

“Were you sleeping?” you muttered into his chest before you pulled back to look up at him. He scoffed and shook his head.

“No,” he said, “I was working on the case.”

“You really need to sleep.”

“It’s ironic to hear that from you,” he pointed out and that made a smile warm your face.

“Ah but I did sleep,” you said, “I just woke up because of the nightmares. It still counts as sleep.”

“I doubt that,” he said and you turned your head before you started walking around the room.

Spencer’s apartment was more or less what you imagined, to be honest. Contrary to yours, it was darker and obviously older. The wooden desk was covered in papers and books, there was a library by the corner of the room almost stacked to the brim, and overall it reminded you so much of him that just being in his apartment made you feel-

Safer. Better. Calmer.

“Lovely place,” you commented as you approached the library to drag your fingertips over the cracked and old spines of the books and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him shift his weight.

“Yeah it’s not- it’s not like yours but I like it.”

“Not like mine?” you looked over your shoulder and he cleared his throat.

“Mm hm.”

“I like it better than mine,” you said and he frowned,

“Why?”

“It looks like someone is actually living here,” you motioned around and he tilted his head.

“Is that a good thing?”

“It is,” you said, “I mean I can see….you in here. I can’t see any part of me in my apartment.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, “My mom has this person who designs her houses, she designed my apartment too. It’s pretty but it’s just not me I guess. It’s kind of sad when you think about it.”

He hummed, his eyes watching your every move and you pulled a book from the shelf, holding it up so that he could see the title.

“You don’t strike me as a Petrarch guy,” you tilted your head, “Are you?”

He raised his brows and stole a look at the book in your hand.

“I do not pray, since there is no purpose, that my heart should ever burn less fiercely, but only that she might share part of the fire.” he recited and your jaw dropped before you pouted.

“I hate bluffing with you,” you commented, making him chuckle and you stifled a yawn while turning the book in your hands.

“You can’t work for the whole night if you have a guest.” you gestured at the wooden table and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I won’t if my guest promises she’ll try to sleep.”

“I don’t like this deal.”

“That’s the deal you’re getting,” he said and you clicked your tongue, then walked to the center of the room and sat down on the floor before you lied down.

“I have a bed, you know.”

“I don’t want to get comfortable and fall asleep yet. I want to enjoy this more.”

“Enjoy what? Lying on the floor?”

You shook your head and kept your gaze on the ceiling, the dim light of the apartment and lights from the outside creating shadows there.

“I don’t have that…mind numbing fear right now,” you managed to say “I want to make it last. It’ll come back when I wake up tomorrow, trust me.”

He looked like he wanted to argue with you, then heaved a sigh and sat down on the floor as well, leaning his back to the leather armchair. You tossed him the book and he caught it mid-air, shooting you a quizzical look.

“Read me your favorite,” you said and he smiled slightly.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’ll help me get out of my head, and it might help you….ignore the fact that your night club date was terrible, apparently.”

He raised his brows, “Luke told you?”

You tried to stop your smirk, but it was impossible,

“Yeah he did,” you said and bit inside your cheek for a moment, “Thank you though.”

“For what?”

“For believing in me.”

His gaze on you was gentle, “I wish you would believe in yourself too,” he told you, “You’re not what he tried to turn you into.”

You dragged the tip of your tongue over your lip.

“Spencer?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think we should move on?”

He took a deep breath, his brows furrowed in thought.

“Yeah,” he murmured, “We probably should. But do I think we can move on? I don’t think so.”

You nodded slowly, that burning in your eyes getting even worse as he turned the pages until he found what he was looking for, then cleared his throat and started reading.

“I have offered you my heart a thousand times

O my sweet warrior, only to make peace

with your lovely eyes: but it does not please you

with your noble mind, to stoop so low.”

You smiled to yourself, painfully aware of why he picked that one, then closed your eyes, his voice washing over you.

“And if some other lady has hope of it,

she lives in powerless, deceiving hope:

and it can never be what it was to me,

since I too disdain what does not please you.”

Chapter 22

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid x you #criminal minds #spencer #reid #spencer x reader #reid x reader #twisted

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imalwaystiredzzz · 3 years

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WARNING: explicit not SFW, Sexual content, yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, noncon, blood

< To sing the same old hymn chapters >

"Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep that was lost.' Just so, I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance." - Bible, Luke 15:6-7

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He comes upon a mountain after fighting with another foolish shaman. Sukuna begins to notice their increased number lately, but they were never enough to leave even a single scratch. He kills and bathes in the blood of the stupid bastards in the end.

The curse treks through the thick snow and stumbles upon a small house on top; he knocks prepared to shed more blood when a dainty figure opens the door, (h/c) hair blowing from the sudden air.

"Do you need help?" she asks, staring wide eyed at the blood soaked clothes.

"Yes, I'm lost." He plastered a smile, that only a fool would believe.

You're scared, you've been scared of monsters your whole life. You dream about the devil masquerading as a god, who takes pleasure in your torture and death; you're forced to relieve it every single night in your sleep.

The village thought that you were odd for having them, they couldn't make left or right if you were a blessed prophet or a devil worshipping witch. And what humans didn't understand they hate, so blamed you for every misfortune that happened in the village. Now here you are like a fool, welcoming one to your home, you couldn't help but think that they were right to banish you here.

You offer to clean his yukata and draw a warm bath. You even lit a fire while he was in the ofuro, you doubt the demon felt cold at all but you'd rather have these hands do something before it goes numb from trembling. Because even after all this you weren't that deluded to believe that a demon would know mercy if you told him you're a witch. Most of all, you were terrified.

This mountain that never lets anyone out or in. No one has ever knocked on your door, until now. This fear shakes you to the core. You contemplate running, but a demon can catch you with ease in the dark, and where were you to go? You'd be running from one monster into the mouth of another.

That night, you lay in your futon wide awake.

Sukuna doesn't sleep, curses don't need to sleep. He listens to the frantic beat of your heart like it was about to burst from sheer terror, and bated breaths as if that would hide your presence. He twitches in annoyance and contemplates killing you in that room completely drenched in fear.

He grows infuriated when he realizes that you weren't like his pet, you tremble simply from his sight. Had he not left an imprint big enough on you? He was so sure that the last one remembered him from the first.

He reigns his temper and doesn't kill you. Sukuna is a patient man and he'll bid his time marking you again. He'll make you remember your god in every lifetime, so he frequents the mountain and stays longer by yours side. He's sure that with more time in his presence you'll remember him more, faster. He was your god after all! He's marked you, you're his in this life and the next, no matter how many that may be.

"Woman, why do you stay up here when there's a village at the foot of this mountain?" He follows lazily behind, as you check for the rabbit traps that you have set before the snow evan began to fall.

"They don't want me there, think I'm a witch or something." You answer calmly, schooling your voice to never falter or your hands to never shake in his sight. You could make a quick excuse now that it was outside and your hands were simply cold.

You adapt quickly but still, you couldn't hide the slight tremble in your hand when he's in the same room within the walls of your home, or the flinch you make when he speaks. You know he hates that you couldn't stop yourself, you could just help yourself to be afraid of him. It takes a special kind of fool not to notice how your fear both amuse and annoys him, from the small twitch of his fourth eye.

Your life simply hangs in the delicate balance of his favor.

Sukuna was your selfish pretend god. He takes and takes and takes with no regard.

But he enjoys this too. The way one enjoys a toy.

The snow eventually melts revealing luscious green leaves and the flowers that were beginning to bloom. The king of curses comes and goes, in spring the days of a four limbed demon lounging in your home slowly becomes a norm. He doesn't tell you where he ventures, and you don't ask him, opting not to hear his conquest for bloodshed.

You're still scared. There will never be a time when you aren't scared, but you appreciate the company.

Sukuna doesn't deny that his patience wears thin with you. He knows how you breathe deeply before entering a room, telling the pitter patter of your heart to calm, he's in and that you tremble for simply being too near, almost a breath away, from his presence.

He knows that you flinch when, as he speaks, a voice so deep like that of a man like he once was. Neither one in the past did this, and once again he is back to the thought that all this charade is both annoying and too amusing as you remind him so much of those bunnies that were once caught in your trap.

Only that if the butcher likes to play house with its dinner.

"Sukuna. You may call me Sukuna," he says sitting comfortably in the engawa. His four eyes watch you carry a pails of water in both arms, from the river to the house.

"Sukuna-sama," you try slowly, testing the sound in your tongue. He likes the way it rolls in your mouth, if only your past two lives did the same as he took them to bed. But alas, the first didn't and the later simply knew him as a god whom she dare not call even when her eyes follow him with desperation.

You smile and continue with the chores for the day. Some would say giving your name to a demon would be the same as giving your soul, so you keep it to yourself close to your frightened heart.

When the days are longer and hotter, the mountain offers a cooler air. What used to be a week of his stay becomes a month of passing the heat. The trembles and flinches as he nears your person stops; the beating of your terrified heart is calmer and even with each breath as you get used to his presence.

You can even say that you've gotten a bit too used to him for your own good or safety, if you even have a concept of that seeing as you were the one that invited him to your home in the first place.

It was summer when (y/n) talks about these dreams, that he immediately recognizes them as memories of him and urges her to carry on telling him about it every night.

He quite enjoys the moonlight shade, a sake he has on one hand to enjoy while the others caress your hair as you lay on his lap like a cat. You tell him the story of a god that comes into your dreams without fail, unsure of its meaning or if that it was proof that you are a witch. At this point you're pretty sure those were premonitions and as in your dream that was no god but the devil that has come to reap your soul for his own pleasure.

You don't tell him that though lest you want to die, you'd rather pretend to be a cat, a good pet that lounges on his side. You weren't that stupid.

It is in summer rain, the pitter patter of the drops make on the roof like music when (y/n) began telling him of the village in the foot of the mountain and the world you'd like to see beyond the trees, Sukuna thinks that those are stupid idle thoughts, he was beside you what more could you want?

You couldn't vocally agree to what he was probably thinking. That you are a fool for wanting to go anywhere but beside him. It was probably because he was the only companion, aside from the monsters that lurk in the shadows of this mountain, that you have. Sukuna was the only one these fragile fingers will touch, tracing the marks on his skin, and this lips will ever know to kiss.

It was probably because you've been so lonely, all your life, that you'd take any happiness, any love, any warmth, even from a curse, anyone would do, as long as you weren't so lonely and empty anymore.

Yes, you convince yourself. Sukuna does not love, nor does he care the way a human should, this affection is solely one sided yet you would do anything for him to stay. Don't go. Stay by my side. You would mentally cry, as you let him hold your body with care that even Sukuna was not aware he was capable off.

So fragile and full of tears, that he could not bare, not even scratch with his own nails, and see you bleed. If only, if only he had been a man who was fated for chaos and conquest, for bloodshed and terror, Sukuna was sure he would have believed that you were his fated one as a lover.

It was the end of Autumn when you told him the strange tale: Sukuna-sama! Did you know? A long long time ago, when I was very young and had just been put in this mountain, there was a tree fairy who saved me from being eaten by monsters. Some days I believe my fairy will return.

He entertains your foolish ramble, he's so amused by them that he could have laughed. Of course, how could something of his be unamusing? if you were to bore him then you'd be long dead even before your breath in his sight. What the former two lacked, you brimmed!

As a gift for your little story, he clears the mountain of the monsters that prey on the recess of your nightmare. Fearful that they may one day come to the light and tear your flesh, once he is gone. Foolish. So utterly foolish that anyone would even dare lay a hand on what was his.

The mountain was covered in a blanket of snow the next day, you give him a black scarf that you have made from a purchase of that one secret venture as he was gone during the autumn.

Even when he doesn't get cold, he oddly accepts it, letting your warm hands wrap it around his neck that was clear of marks unlike yours that was full of his. For the first time since he came to your little house, he leaves with a goodbye from you through the front door.

You smile and wave as he leaves.

This is the first time he felt odd for a reason that he cannot explain, like ants crawling under his skin and making him tick; it edged him to go quickly and make a blood bath to quench this feeling.

When night falls, you light a lantern on the front door for him.

He came back to your burnt house and corpse, not even a grave nor put six feet under. Just left to rot like all the items that surround you.

While the curses that crawl in the shadows of the trees kept you in the mountain, it also kept the villagers out. Not to mention he can see traces of used cursed energy that would've been invisible if it wasn't his fours crimson eyes that held the fires of hell who was looking. No, more like staring at once was a girl who laid in his lap like a tamed pet.

So he punishes them the same. How dare these insolent fools take away what was his, they live for they were loved by the one he favors, and they die when she is gone.

Your fear should not have been with the monsters, but with the humans who in end have burned you to death.

He destroys another village to the ground just as all those rooms in your house had been. Sukuna waits for your reincarnation. The world continues on.

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creativeashproductions · 4 years

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A Discovery of Ghosts // Luke Patterson

Summary: Avoiding the house, the eldest Molina sibling has been unaware of the new chapter in Julie’s life until one fateful night.

Warning: Swearing, angst, fluff and overprotective!reader

Words: 2.1k

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The dirty bag dropped on the ground as you cracked your neck heading straight for the kitchen, for the last year you would find Julie in there. Before the loss of your mother Julie spent all her time in the studio whether it be doing homework or playing the piano. Now, with the grief still striking hot within the Molina family even a year later.

“Jules?” You called out pouring a large glass of water. Dropping the empty water bottle in the sink.

In all honesty you hadn’t been home longer than to grab a bite and sleep before heading straight back to the field. It was a way of keeping away from the sadness permeating the house and the absence of your mom. Along with avoiding the awkward conversations of selling the house when it was really only Julie that okay with it.

“Dad?” You called next grabbing the sticky note off the fridge

Girls,

Carlos had a last-minute practice. Money left in the jar for supper.

- Dad

You hummed heading for the stairs to take a shower taking a guess that Julie was either in her room or at Flynn’s place. Bag in hand along with the softball bat you started up the stairs leading to your room. The faint conversation from her room was odd to say the least, the door was closed, and it sounded like more than one person.

The door opened easily under your hand scaring Julie who was sitting on her bed with a disgruntled expression. Her look of terror and nerves was the most concerning. Dropping the bag, you gripped the softball bat tight as you pushed the door open the rest of the way.

“Jules?” You spoke scanning the room, “Why do you have three boys in your room?”

The room went stock still, each boy scanning your form and the bat in hand. Standing in uniform coated in red soil from the infield you were on the more intimidating side.

“You can see them?”

“Jules, are you okay?” You questioned ignoring her odd question with a look of concern, the bat dropped low.

The last year had been extremely more difficult on Julie than Carlos and you given that Julie was closer with Mom with music. Carlos and you hadn’t inherited the gift that Julie had been born with; yet she hadn’t found interest in sports.

“She looks like she could break us?”

You sent a confused look at the trio giving your attention back to your little sister, “I’m sorry I haven’t been around lately, but you shouldn’t be acting out like this.” Julie’s jaw dropped at your words, “I’m not acting out! Dad can’t see-“

“He can’t see this because it shouldn’t be happening Julie.” You sternly told the younger Molina, “Just let me shower and we’ll hang out. You can pick the movie and the snacks, but they have to go. If you want, we can even dig out the projector.”

You pointedly looked at the three boys before turning your heel to head out of her room to yours down the hall. The door was closed tight as it always was, it was your space so when the door was shut no one went in. Trust was important in your family and with Julie uncharacteristically sneaking boys in that could mean all trust on closed doors would break.

“They’re ghosts.” Julie called out from her open door. The concern for the girl growing at her words, “I know that sounds bad and makes it seem like I need to see Dr. Turner but I’m not lying.”

You sighed at the girl completely in disbelief at the length she would go to lie, “Maybe you should see Dr. Turner Jules. Seeing the doctor doesn’t make you weak.”

Julie was silent as you began to open your door before the blonde boy literally appeared out of thin air in front of you.

“Oh my god!” You screamed stumbling back from the tall male, “Oh God. Scratch that! WE both need Dr. Turner.”

Two more bursts of light happened as the other two boys appeared in front of you with sheepish expressions. You took in a deep breath finally taking into consideration of Julie’s admittance.

“I-“ You choked out, “Does this mean Benny was a ghost?”

Julie blushed at the mention of her childhood imaginary friend that she had had for a number of years. It was also a time that Tía Victoria was not welcome in your home when she went behind your parents to schedule an appointment with Dr. Turner.

“Benny? No, I’m Reggie.” The boy with slicked back black hair spoke shaking his head, “This is Alex and Luke.”

You mutely nodded clenching your fists together, “Good thing you’re a ghost or I would have punched you.”

Luke’s eyes widened at the threat, “Whoa.”

“Now move. I just got home from practice, I’m sweaty and dirty.” You announced side stepping the ghostly trio. You grimaced at the blush appearing on Reggie and Luke, “Dead but still think inappropriately.”

“We’re teenage ghosts.” Alex announced glancing at his best friends. His hands shoved deep in his pockets as you took in his words.

You glanced over your shoulder at your little sister, “Just stay out of Julie’s room. And don’t look under Carlos’ bed.”

With that you opened the bedroom door and slammed in in their dead faces. The room had drastically changed from the previous year mainly the pale pink was painted over by a new colour. It was no longer the little girl’s room your mother had decorated while preparing for your birth. It was a young woman’s room decorated to fit your personality.

Located on a wall was the rack of softball bats with a number of softballs settled in divots on the connected shelf. Your room also had the only other connected bathroom, being the oldest sibling had benefits.

“Ghosts.” You muttered jumping when a thud happened. Turning your heel, you saw that Alex had opened the door and tossed your ball bag in.

“You left this. Sorry for interrupting.” Alex apologized as he left the room again.

“Boundaries!” You called out heading into your bathroom. Alex smiled at how similar he thought you and Julie were to each other.

Half of you had anticipated Julie getting the living room ready instead of using the projector in the garage; it was a part of growing up. The first time you can remember seeing the projector was when you first got your period and it became a thing with your mom. For the length of time for you period you had movie nights in the garage and when Julie got her first period it came a ritual. It helped that as sisters your periods synched together.

“Julie.” You breathed finding that she had surprised you. She had waited in the living room for you, “You didn’t.”

Shyly the younger Molina girl nodded her head and led you to the studio outside where it decorated as if the past year hadn’t happened. The projected was brought out along with countless snacks, fuzzy blankets and soda. It was also barren of anyone else.

“I’m guessing from the amount of time you’re in here that the ghosts live here?” You deduced at the musical instruments placed in an area they wouldn’t get in the way.

“Yeah.” Julie nodded, “I’m not sure where they are.”

“Righ-“

“Reggie!” Alex hissed from the loft with an apologetic expression, “We’re finding something to do while you use the studio. We’re be gone in a moment.”

Reggie and Luke nodded in response while digging through the things that had collected up there since 1995. Your smile turned into a frown at the discontentment they each displayed.

“Jules. Do they have anywhere else to go?” You whispered feeling sad when Julie indicated that this was their only place, “Why don’t we change this?”

“Change what?”

“I know that this feels odd without Mom but maybe we can make this better. Alex, would you guys like to stay?”

The question was barely spoke before the three ghosts flashed down to the ground floor with beaming grins. Each boy nodded happily eyeing up places to sit, Luke having fallen on the couch beside you. Julie shuffled making more room on the couch draping a blanket over her lap.

“So, Julie…comedy, horror, or romance?” You questioned raising one eyebrow up waiting for the reply, “Or we can subject the boys to Twilight. Then again Alex might enjoy Mean Girls.”

After reading the short description of the film Mean Girls was vetoed out along with Horror but the issue came with the move genre. Luke wanted a film with music while Reggie was asking for romance and Alex was just wanting to watch something.

“Pitch Perfect.” Julie and you spoke together nodding frantically, it had a moderately nice balance between music and romance.

“Pitch Perfect.” Alex stated unamused at the title, “How is that romance?”

“You’ll find out.” You smirked at the male dead teenager who would more than likely adore watching films to catch up on everything he missed during his twenty-five years in a dark room.

Every once in a while, Luke would gaze longingly at the food gathered around the only two living people. It was sad given the love he had had with food when he was still alive, he would anything in sight to be honest.

“Oh my god! The Breakfast Club! That came out ten years ago! It’s popular now?” Reggie exclaimed twisting to look to Julie.

“Gentle reminder. It came out thirty-five years ago. It’s a classic John Hughes! Of course, it’s popular.” You chuckled shaking your head by leaning back. You felt the caress of Luke’s gaze on your cheek but when you glanced over, he was staring hard at the screen.

“You good?”

“Yeah.” Luke nodded with a smile painted on his lips getting further into the comedy he found somewhat interesting. It was the song choices that got to him.

The music from your Spotify playlist muted the outside world as you focused on the computer screen open to a document. Eyes shifting between the paper of notes on your desk to the half-written History essay due in a few days. The last week had been mostly adapting to being one of two people able to see the band.

“Y/N.” Luke spoke from the doorway he had poofed into. A frown pulling the corner of his lips down at the lack of attention. In an action of desperation he chucked a pencil on your back; you flinched turning to see him in your room.

“Luke?” You asked removing an earbud from your ear. The joys of 2020 came with Bluetooth earbuds.

“Oh. You were listening to music.” Luke nodded moving to grab the earbud from the desk curiously, “Where are the wires? So small! How do they work?”

Launching into a short history on the change of music technology Luke was enthralled by the passion you carried. What he didn’t know was you were researching the changes between 1995 and 2020 for his benefit. Going as far as to compile a playlist for all three boys to introduce them to modern music.

“This is insane.” Luke mumbled handing the earbud back, “Cell phones are what get me!”

“Hey, doesn’t matter if your seventeen or forty-something…you still don’t understand it.” You smirked flinching when Luke tossed a decorative pillow at you with practiced ease. The squeal fell from your lips as it happened.

“If I was forty-something this would be very wrong.” Luke cheekily retorted tapping a finger on his knee thinking back on everything that happened, “Had everything gone to plan you would have known me only by music.”

“I’m sorry you died but I’m really happy we met.” The nerves evident in your tone, something that you didn’t often show. Softball was important and possibly the only ticket to college if everything went right.

“Me too.” Luke smile at the girl across him eyes so soft he could see what Alex and Reggie were trying to tell him.

Luke had a crush. Luke had feelings for a girl living and unable to feel his touch.

“Hey! I made a playlist for you guys. Let me know when you want to hear them, and I’ll get it playing for you. I have to get back to my essay. Feel free to stay.”

Luke graciously took the earbud from your hand leaning back on the bed as you played the rock he had unfortunately missed out on. Both unaware that his fingers had grazed your hand during the handoff. Luke has a crush and he can touch her too.

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Charmed Fate (Mandalorian x F!Reader/OC)

Female reader will have a backstory, but does not have a physical description or a name.

Word Count: 2.1k

Rating : Series (18+)

Chapter: T (Still an 18+ blog tho!)

Series Warnings: this series will deal with grief, parental loss, & tragedy.

Chapter warnings: some language, mentions of grief, mentions of bullying, pain-ish?

So, basically this is if E.T. met Enchanted. I have seen stories where reader gets pulled into the Star Wars universe, but thought it would be fun to see the opposite!

Chapter 1: The Cave

Grogu pranced around the waves of golden grain, the melody of his giggles danced in Din’s ears, a sound he missed dearly in the two years spent apart. The big plans for the weekend, the ones he mulled over for months, ruined in a shattered moment. The days spent with his staff building the pond, stocked full of frogs and other various amphibians, now worthless, all because of his “training.”

Apparently, the imminent reunion distracted the little green guy, so much so that Luke decided to cut the visit short. No matter how much he tried to bargained, telling him all about the trinkets and other knick-knacks he gathered that awaited him at the palace, all perfect for practicing his powers. All Din got in return was a whole spiel: The force is not just about lifting objects and how training and practice are two very different things.

Din knew he had no right to be upset, the quest was to return him to his own kind, and he did that. He finalized his part, deeming it to be taken over by a new caretaker, one that he was safe with, or at least safer than he would be with him and the current state of Mandalore. He wanted to be happy, that for 24 hours he could pretend Grogu was his foundling, but he wanted more.

Instead of his plans to travel to Mandalore, he chose to travel to a nearby planet, Lothal. He landed on a secluded area in the grassy plains, his food already stocked and ready. Time flew with each toss of the beskar ball in the tall grasses of the sanctuary, the new tricks and abilities shown. The hours felt like minutes, until only a handful of time remained.

The end of the reunion loomed over the both of them like a dark cloud, a mutual sadness at the soon to be goodbye. Grogu stopped chasing the butterfly to waddle over to Din. He pressed against his propped up shoulder, demanding the man to lay back so he could sleep on his beskar covered chest, just like old times. The child created a soft lullaby with his snores, one that lulled Din’s sad mind into a peaceful doze under the warm morning sun.

A hollowness awoke Din, the pressure of a sleeping form replaced by an empty terror. Dried grass crunched underneath the weight of Din’s rushed steps, the prickly tall grasses snapped with the force of Din’s gloved hand, his heartbeat frantic as it pounded against his rib cage with each echo of Grogu’s name.

A magnet pulled at the beskar of his back, turning his attention to a flick of a white tail in the distance, followed by outstretched green hands. The cave called to him, led his steps over to follow behind the train led by the loth cat into the charcoal rock formation.

Grogu’s coos and giggles outshined the soft hum of an unknown song that echoed through the chamber. Din crept deeper and deeper into the darkened cavern, following the drive of the sound. Kyber crystals twinkled against the black rocks, a night sky reflected into the silver armor in an ablaze of colors. A warm light began to glow at the end of the tunnel, burning brighter with each step closer to the little tyke.

The song started to grow in cadence and volume, growing in an eerily familiarity that rang in Din’s ears. Panic or fear would be the normal reaction at the odd energy that coursed through the cave, but the magnet pulsed, harder, trapping him in a time warp drive by an overwhelming force to continue his movements forward. A breeze swirled around the crystals, a melody of an ancient tune playing like a wind chime.

Warmth emitted from the large glowing light, a dare to touch it. He reached out with his fingers. The light busted open, a dam of white veiled his visor. A strong gust of wind billowed around Din’s body, carrying with it the sound of the haunting hymns.

His blinded steps floundered; the once enticing trance now broken, vanished, filled now with panic. The frantic calls for Grogu were silent despite his moving lips, adding to his exasperated breaths. The cave began to taunt him with the whines of the child, a new motive to urge him forward.

The gusts plowed at his body, knocking him down until he laid flat on his belly. The rigid edges of the rocks dug at the leather of his palm. He clawed and crawled, his feet vying for purchase on the shaky ground. Silent growls of exertion came with each pull, his throat raw and red from the toil of his yells for Grogu.

The muscles of his triceps and quads ached and tensed in a fight with each grasp, pushing his body to a new limit. With an audible growl, he thrusted one last time. The harsh white of the light transformed into an orange warmth at the back of his eyelids. The roar of the wind ceased. Through a half-lidded blurry image, there laid a strained Grogu. With the energy that remained in both their spent bodies, they reached out, the tips of their fingers touching before both their worlds turned into a darkened abyss.

——-

“So, who did it? Are they going to get in trouble this time? Or will you continue to do nothing?” you sat with your arms crossed, back slouched against the uncomfortable office chair as you stared down the familiar man across the desk.

His teeth clenched into a smile, “We know it’s been tough for the two of you,” what an understatement, “and we at Jefferson Middle School, want to do anything we can to help,” full of shit liar, “but we don’t have enough proof of any wrongdoing-“

Pencils and pens shook as you slammed your hands against the wooden desk, the man jumped back, “This isn’t enough?” you pointed towards your brother, the ice pack pressed against his eye with red chapped cheeks, and dried blood stained on his busted lip. “Are you serious?”

“Don’t make another scene Miss,” the principal warned with a finger pointing at you, “Another one, and we will have to ban you from the premises.”

You took a deep breath, rolling your eyes, “Come on Oscar, let’s go,” grabbing at his shoulder, “these people are worthless,” you spit back. The principal's mouth opened to retort, but he crumbled at the daggers that shot from your eyes, not testing the protective nature of your sibling bond.

The battle you fought for your brother was a tiresome one. Always fighting with the wrong person even if they deserved it, the puppets of the esteemed families. Their strings pulled in the quest for uniformity in the small community.

Oscar always differed from the other children, enjoying space and science while the others were into sports. A real brainiac, who always got top of his class despite the pocket books of the other parents. Even before the unfortunate event the other kids teased him, and it only seemed to worsen after the tragedy.

Oscar curled into himself on the cloth passenger seat, his body shifted away to stare out the window at the brick mom-and-pop shops that lined the Main Street. You curtly waved with a plastered fake smile as you passed the townies, their beady eyes peering into the front window, eager to gossip once you passed.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you looked over at him, giving his knee a reassuring squeeze. He shook his head, “Well, if you do I’m always here. You know that.” A response never came, the whole ride spent in a somber silence.

The car bounced on the uneven dirt drive lined with corn stalks, the road of your childhood home, a two-story farmhouse, with blue shutters that popped against the bright white paneling. The large wrap-around porch that led to the acres of land that sat behind the picturesque home. A place stamped by the painful memory of the normalcy that once existed here.

“Oscar, I’m sorry I couldn’t do more-“ you turned the keys to cut the ignition.

“I don’t wanna talk about it with you! I just want mom and dad,” he raised his voice, slamming the car door as he ran into the tree line. Your body shook from exhaustion, at the overwhelming feeling of being way in over your head. The worn leather pressed against your forehead, as you wept for your past life.

——-

Din slammed his body against the rocks of the cave, now shallow, no way to return the same way he came. The whisper of running water made the arid depths of Din’s mouth start to salivate. He gave up on his original mission, grabbing the barely awake child, to explore the new area.

The serene landscape did not scream Jedi to him, it lacked the energy that radiated from the dirt all the way to the ancient rock above. The warm sun glistened from between the limbs of the unfamiliar trees, birds he didn’t recognize jumped from branch to branch. An array of wildflowers bloomed from between the rock beds that bordered the mouth of the creek.

Din perched the child on a rock and discarded his gloves and helmet. He slurped eagerly from the water cupped in his hands, bringing some to the child after a few gulps.

A branch snapped in the nearby distance. Din twirled around, his blaster drawn and aimed at the intruder, his body shielding the view of the child. A boy stood at the end of the barrel, his hands up, one eye bruised and swollen, the other full of fear. A peculiar outfit, lacking the Jedi essence and debunking his original theory. The boy looked up and down at the tall suit of armor.

The blaster clinked against the beskar, “Sorry kid,” the boy dropped his hands and moved further away, only halting at the sudden emergence of a little green body that peered around the man’s large boot.

The boy shuffled backwards as the child floated over to him, the cascade of his brown robes dragging in the grass. The boy’s back slammed against a tree.“Grogu!” Din snapped, picking the little guy up before he could meet the stranger.

The child stuttered, “What is that? Is that real?” his hands pressed against the bark. Grogu cooed and wiggled in his embrace with his own confirmation.

“Is he-“ his chest heaved, his knees shook, “-an-ah-alien?” his voice cracked at the last word.

The wheels started to churn at the unusual response, not the usual Awwws and oohs that Grogu received. The boy looked like he saw a wampa, not a tiny little toddler. Had this kid never left the house? Or gone to the market? Grogu may be rare, but they were surrounded by an array of nonhumans on every planet, ranging in all shapes and colors.

The landscape couldn’t be Lothal, he thought, peering his head around. The terrain too different, the air too crisp, not a moon let alone two visible in the sky. The planet didn’t carry any familiarity, in either look or feel. A similar feeling started to grow, the panic that pressed into his chest in the cave. Now mixed with confusion, lost in a new foreign world.

The question terrified him, but he needed to know, to confirm the one he believed he already had the answer to. Through the lump in his throat, he asked, “Is this Lothal?”

“No. Where’s Lothal?” the boy squirmed, his eyes darting around the scene, “Where are you from?” the boy tilted his head back and forth, trying to make sense of the scene of a man in full steel, only his human face uncovered, with a green baby with a wrinkly forehead.

Din ignored him, intent on his quest for answers, “What planet are we on?”

“Planet?” the boy stepped back with a shudder, “planet?” the boy ran a hand through his hair, slapping his thigh with the other, “Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.” The boy slid down the tree, a panting mess at the crash of reality that Din teetered on.

“What is the planet's name?” Din accentuated his words with a scowl. His impatience growing with the lack of answers that still hung taut in the air, just barely out of reach. The ones he desperately needed in order to return the child back, without facing the consequences of losing his privilege.

The boy gathered the small amount of calm that remained, intimidated by the man, he cleared his throat, “Earth, Sir-r-r. Where are you from?”

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