#a twisted fate when he just wanted his brother to be free and happy

[syrena-del-mar]

"Thank you."

Barcode Tinnasit as Non Prathipsit and Mio Athens as Tan Phatthananon in Dead Friend Forever (2023). x

#dead friend forever #dff gifs #dff gifset #dff edit #dead friend forever gifs #dff non #dff new #dff tan #dff the series #barcode tinnasit #mio athens #dff spoilers #non dff #thai bl #thai bl edits #thai bl gifset #dead friend forever the series #be on cloud #syrena-del-mar gifs #deadfriendforeveredit #dramasource #dailyasiandramas #florence and the machine's wish that you were here lyrics #dff ep 12 #help im still at the restaurant #im never overcoming these siblings i fear #new losing everyone and being killed by his little brother's love #a twisted fate when he just wanted his brother to be free and happy #my gifs #dead friend forever spoilers

[livelaughlovesubs]

Stay with me, forever

This one is for my lovely @rae-pss <3 but this feels less hot and more disturbing ;-; - honestly, I felt a little twisted writing this

Dom!reader x sub!michael? - Reader is gender neutral

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!!

Warning: a little dark (content), masturbation (mika), nipple play, doesn’t align with the canon events, reader got kidnapped, Mika mistakes you for luci - (calls you Hyung, brother), Stockholm Syndrom?

Word count: 2.6k

Each day was the same. Boring, stressful and exhausting. The unnerving quietness of heaven was pleasing at first, now after some time it has become annoying. Not a single noise could be heard, expect for the occasional fights that would break out between the seraphim’s. You didn’t need to watch to know who’d be fighting again, obviously it was the one who put you in this misery. Mindless gaze staring out of the window, wondering when you will be freed from this misery. How you earned to be somewhere else right now. Anywhere would be better. Hell, earth, or simply a few rooms to the left.

Long have you gotten too tired of this, of his possessiveness yet pitiful nature. You truly pitied that man, though in such situations who is the most pitiful, if not you? As if your heart sunk into the bottoms of the ocean, there was no chance of return. How many days have it been? Your sense of time has dulled, as well as other sensations. Excitement, anticipation, happiness. Was your appearance the cause of all of this, your genetics? No, none of it. It was sorely the fault of another. That was the aspect that angered you the most, at least it used to be. At this point you felt like you got consumed by the wild waves of reality, slowly going down and drowning beneath all this hardship.

Footsteps emerged from outside the door. Can you even call it a door? It was made out of metal with endless chains and locks, all for the sake of killing your hopes. You knew those steps all too well, that it has become a skill now. The ability to tell who it was by their walking habits. Without moving an ounce from the bed, your eyes rolled over to the side, eyeing the only exit of the room with a neutral gaze. Sounds of locks and metal reached your ears, a stimulation you haven’t experienced for a while now. It was awfully silent here.

After a while, the reason for the sounds showed themselves. The tall, black haired male walked inside, carefully closing and locking the room again. Twisted feelings swam to the surface like always, yet the negative ones were starting to subside. You didn’t care to look at him any further, turning away from him and staring at the wall. He didn’t deserve any kindness and attention from you, only bitterness. “I’m back.” That person said, like always. Voice deep and masking a soft, caring side. He got closer to you, you knew it from how his steps got louder and louder. Then you heard some noises again, before he whispered enthusiastically, “I so glad to see you, lucifer Hyung.”

How was it possible for him to mistake you as someone totally unrelated to you? Was he simply a hypocrite, or was he hallucinating? Something about you reminded him of that certain someone, and you didn’t know what. If only you could get rid of that trait, to finally free yourself. Though then the question remains; would he really let you live after finding out all of this was in his head? You didn’t want to be cruelly murdered by a being like him. An arrogant, insufferable and selfish being like that man in front of you, who loves to call himself a higher being, but bows his head to you whenever he can. Even now he was kneeling on the floor, just right next to the bed. Hands kept to himself as he stared at you with a dreamy gaze.

Those eyes of his were repulsive. The way he looked at you made your stomach curl, as if you got a stomach ache. It wasn’t a good feeling, you felt like vomiting every time. All this disaster was like fate playing cruel games with you, as if it wasn’t playing with you enough. At first you tried to escape or talk back, now you were starting to simply accept it. For how long have you done this? Right, you don’t know. Even though Michael was just inches away from you, you didn’t do anything. Not that you didn’t want to, lord, you wanted to punch him and suffocate him so bad, but that wouldn’t help your situation. The door couldn’t be opened except by the seraphs, a special spell which would be impossible to break. Killing him would only mean your own death all due to starvation.

You also remembered how you tried to reason with him, telling him you weren’t his dear ‘hyung’. Nothing was getting into his thick skull though. Ordering him around, trying to use it to your advantage was also out of the question, since he didn’t trust you one bit. Whenever you attempted that, he’d mumble, “I can’t let you leave again..!” If you weren’t before, at least now you were convinced he was mentally ill, a war murder with a broken mind. Every day went by the same, boredom gnawed away at your own sanity. Were you ever going to get out of here, and what will you be like once you do? Only time could tell. You didn’t even have to will to wish for a good outcome anymore.

Repressed hatred slowly build within you again, swallowing you whole. You thought you had gotten used to it by now, though you were wrong. This simply wasn’t something you can get used to, all you can do is build up a resistance and become numb to it. Eventually you turned around, sitting up a little on the soft and luxurious bed. The treatment you got was by no means bad. A room fit for royalty with the best foods ever, alongside other stuff. You didn’t have to do anything, no chores or work. One might thing this lifestyle was desirable, and it was at first. Expect by now it has become another void within your heart. Without a goal or dream, it didn’t feel like living anymore, only simply existing.

Despite the tension in the room, you finally returned his eager gaze. A blush spreading across his features as soon as he noticed your stare. His silky black hair was everywhere, eyes bearing never ending love and affection within them. Adoration you never asked for. The despicable clenching feeling returned, air becoming suffocating. You furrowed your brows, fighting the urge to scream and yell. All this cruel pain as well as laughable desperation led to pend up negative feelings your brain couldn’t process. Instead it turned all that into sexual tension and energy. Every time you’d do that you felt more disgusted with yourself, but there was no helping it considering your current situation. It was your means of escaping reality, even if it was ruining you in the long term.

You opened your mouth, about to give that angel a command. As soon as he noticed your intentions, he stopped breathing, trying to stay as quiet as possible to listen to you earnestly. If anyone were to make a single sound now, consider them dead afterwards. With a bitter yet lust ridden tone, you told him, “come here”, while you patted the bed. It was rare for you to talk to him and if you did, it’d only be short sentences. He gulped, staring at you with curiosity while he obeyed your request. Now he sat on the edge of the bed. That only lasted for a few seconds before you grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer to you. A sudden yelp escaped his throat, and he tried his best to not touch or hurt you.

He was on all fourth now, while hovering over you. A confused and flustered expression becoming visible. The way you looked at him became sharper and more aggressive, you could almost call it a glare. “I apologise, please, I lost my balance.” Michael said with a slightly nervous tone, even though it was obviously your fault he fell. Instead of answering him, you hinted at your lap. He caught on pretty quickly and sat down with a bashful smile, straddling your legs.

His lips were rosy, smiling at you so sweetly like an innocent angel. The way his cheeks have also become rosy and red, matching his lips, was very adorable. That silky black hair of his was fluttering gently, alongside the wing poking out from his neck. He was such a beautiful and perfect being, that it irked you. There were no hard feelings, only dryness and the simple desire for entertainment filling you. You stared at his body, treating him like he was merely an object of pleasure. This was all you could do while being on such a detestable stage, forced to play in an act you loathed. A moment of silence passed, awkwardness replaced the boldness you felt earlier. Then you said in a belittling manner, “you are unbelievable.”

How his face turned into one of horror, saddened by the fact that he displeased you. “I’m sorry…what should I do to make up!?” Terror played his voice. Even this annoyed you. His attitude was getting under your skin, like an insect crawling around your organs. Aside from that weird dynamic and obsession he has over his brother, how he made it seem like you were the one trapping him made your blood boil. Instead of answering him, you just averted your gaze. Talking to a nutcase like him wouldn’t raise your mood. Maybe you should kick him out soon. His company wasn’t wanted after all.

When your eyes met his again, his body tensed and he gasped. Pupils shrinking slightly and hands clenching his own shirt tighter. The desire to puke returned as soon as you noticed what was going on down there, alongside a weird feeling of fascination. You were irritated with your own emotions, and what in the world your brain was doing, as if it wasn’t working properly. Despite him getting a hard on in such an unfitting situation, you encouraged him to take care of it, saying, “go on, put on a show for me to see.” Shouldn’t you have felt grossed out by him? So why didn’t you? Maybe because this wasn’t the first time? Despite everything you were the one who got him out of his cage, never would you have guessed he’d repay you by locking you up in a cage too.

An almost inaudible whine left him upon hearing your voice again. It took him another minute to register what you told him, before the blush across his features darkened by a few shades. Michale nodded, quickly unzipping his pants and freeing his erect dick. His hands trembled slightly while he did that, a sign of his nervousness and shyness. You almost chuckled at that, a bitter laugh to remind you of this new life you received. If you were to ever meet god, you were going to return all this suffering tenfolds.

Your eyes stuck to his crotch, watching him with a tired gaze. The angel apologised a few times more, uttering the words, “I’m sorry.. I’ll take care of it, Hyung,” as his hand creeped around his shaft, hesitantly pumping his cock. He was too embarrassed to look at you, yet he was too aroused to stop, so he stared at his hands. One glance was all you needed to tell he doesn’t do this often, due to how his movements were so inexperienced. His other hand was bawled into a fist, then it moved up his torso and started to grope his own breasts. Pinching and toying with his pink nipples. “Uh..uhm-..!” Small whimpers could be heard from him, muffled by himself.

Despite his inexperience, it seems like he was feeling good. Exposing himself in front of someone, touching himself inappropriately. His dick was twitching in his hands, precum dripping down and accumulating. “Ahhh..! NgHhh..” more moans erupted from him. You watched as his eyes became foggy with lust, facial expression melting into one of bliss. Squelching sounds filled the room, and he threw his head back. Shoulders raised to his ears while a thin layer of sweat covered his skin. Not to mention how he shook and trembled, panting as if he just ran a marathon.

His hand was dirties by his own fluids, still jerking himself off without a rhythm or tact. Some of it even got onto you. Before you even noticed it, he apologised for that, “sorry… lucifer Hyung, for being filthy…haaaah..” You doubted he was being sincere, judging by how happy he looked. A face full of ecstasy and bliss, undeniably pleasure coursing through his veins while he did shameful things under your watching gaze. “Ah.. please, brother, watch me more..! mhHhmm..- I’m so close.” Now the was just spitting nonsense. The name he called you by made you uncomfortable, though the show he put on was quite enjoyable. Especially because he looked just the right amount of pathetic for you to be amused.

Michael squinted his eyes, lips parted while lewd moans left him. He has never done anything like this, so all those new sensations were a first for him. Tingles filled his stomach, and a strange satisfaction and calmness washed over him. Tears dropping down his face from both eyes, his wings flapped occasionally too. The expression he saw behind your pupils was still one of nonchalant and pity, the same as what he remembered in a faraway memory. Hands speeding up subconsciously, voice getting louder too. The thought that someone might hear him never crossed his mind. Why should he think about anything else when you, his beloved Hyung was right here?

“Haa..ha, ah-nghh, mhmm..!!” Short and erratic gasps left him, paired with groans that bounced off the walls of your cage. “Pleaaasee…I-i want to cum..” A slight stutter slipped itself into his sentence while he wore a mindless expression. As if not a single thought plagued his brain, losing himself in all those feelings his nerves send to his brain. His heart pound like crazy, a testament to the pleasure he felt. Like a mad lad who lost any grip on reality, he repeated words of apologies. Pleading with you and begging while his release hit him, rendering him to a mess beyond recognition. The despair and desperation made you feel like you had power over him, offering a moment of comfort to you.

“I’m sorry.. ah-aAAHhh..! Please,- oh, please.” Michael whispered once more. White liquid spurt out from him, most of it landing on your belly. It’d be a lie if you said you didn’t enjoy it a little, though you were still disappointed and disgusted by all of this. Especially now that reality hit you right in the gut, with how his semen was all over your tummy and making contact with your skin. You pulled a grimace, eyeing him up like he was a filthy animal, most of the time you did believe he was. He clung his dress shirt with all his might, slowly getting down from his high, before he slumped down and hugged you. This sudden boldness and act of intimacy from him made you freeze, muscles tensing up. He crashed down on top of you, arms holding you tightly while he continued to pant loudly.

Still crying, and barely able to breathe steadily, the angel said, “I’m.. haaa.. so happy you are here with me, brother lucifer. Stay with me, forever.” He wasn’t asking, he wasn’t begging. It was a statement. A confirmation that this will become your cruel reality for god knows when eternity will end. Sorrow replaced the previous mixed emotions, and a deep sense of resentment filled your heart while you laid there, staring at him with a growing emptiness residing within you.

#whb #what in hell is bad #sub character #sub!character #dom reader #dom!reader #micheal whb #whb michael #michael what in hell is bad #sub michael #sub whb #Rae #dark content #whb fanfic

[muvaginger]

Yandere Sanemi — he's obsessive, a traditional man, a chaste man who wants so badly to be with you as his first and only, but you're more interested in innocent Genya so he has no choice but to take you by force.

Well hello there, Anon! 🖤

First Yandere! Request I’ve had in a while and you’re coming in swinging which I LOVE.

Let’s see what I can come up with…😌

Hope you enjoy!

“Unlike Me”

Yandere!SanemiShinazugawaXReader

TW: Cursing, Animosity, angst

Unlike me, my brother has the luxury of not knowing what lurks in the dark. He can make the choice to not get involved with demons but chooses too.

Unlike me, I was forced.

Unlike me, my brother has the liberty to roam the streets without worry due to those like me who sacrifice their lives just so that people such as yourself and my brother can do just that.

Unlike me, he’s kind, polite, considerate and free from judgment. He can smile knowing he will never experience the nightmares I do when it comes to having to kill our own mother and to also remember the twisted faces of fellow colleagues now passed on from this earth being eaten by those same demons who took her and our siblings away from us.

Unlike me, his hands are not calloused and rough. They’re gentler feeling and with a body not scarred by injuries created by claws. No, he’s perfect from head to toe. A virgin—but perfect.

See, I would be content with all of this and be perfectly fine with the shitty cards that i have been dealt. But he had to catch your eye and you had to fall for him. It’s not like he doesn’t have enough luck as it is but for him to somehow get you? To have you blushing, pondering, and head over hills in love with him pisses me off. And the worst part? He has no fucking clue. None.

While you sit there and yap and yap and yap about how much you adore Genua and how amazing he is, I have to sit quietly and pretend to give a fuck just to get a sliver of your time because if not for genya, you wouldn’t look my way. Unlike me, Genya gets bragged about and has a secret admirer while I’m stuck being “matchmaker”. Fucking matchmaker.

If only I didnt introduce him to you. If only I didn’t get so comfortable that I started to bring you around—as a friend—my colleagues and my surviving family, you would be mine. But no, fate never really liked me, the stupid bitch. She had to give you to Genya. To Innocent, Dumbass, delusional Genya. And even though I’m supposed to be happy, I’m not. No, I’m pissed and want to fucking beat his ass.

I just can’t let this happen.

Call me obsessive if you want but I think you would be way better off with me than him. Unlike him, I can not just provide for you in every single way possible, I can actually protect you from said demons in the night. I can make sure that for the rest of your life, you’re loved, taken care of and with someone who can actually use his hands. If you can’t see that, I’ll have no choice but to make you see. To make you want me. To make you love only me.

If it means that something tragic has to happen to me or If it comes down to having to set my own little brother up to never see you again, so be it. Anything and I mean anything to make you mine, it will happen. Because unlike me, Genyas not man enough to do what it takes to protect what’s yours. And I’ll be damned if I let him or any other one of these fuckers take you away from me.

#muvaginger #gingerspicelattemix #gingers backup account #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny imagines #sanemi imagines #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x y/n #sanemi x you #sanemi x reader #Yandere!sanemi #Yandere! SanemiXreader #anon ask #gingersdrabbles #gingers anons 👓

[world-smitten]

See You In My 19th Life pre finale thoughts

I was not planning on watching this show, but I'm having a Shin Hye-sun moment, thanks to her absolute brilliance in Stranger. This show has grown on me like a weed, so here we are 🥲. Spoilers!

Age IS problematic in Ji-eum's and Seo-ha's relationship - not in the sense of the 1000 year old spirit falling for a 10 year old boy, but in the sense of someone who gains awareness of their soul's immortality at the ripe old age of 9. That's an essential tension in the show's depiction of past lives - asking what happens to a child who gains this knowledge, especially if that child is vulnerable. Rich, cherished 12 year old Jo-won reacts to this knowledge by running straight into her mother's arms; poor and neglected 9 year old Ji-eum immediately thinks to hustle her way out of poverty, driven by memories of a happier past life where the love around her sustained her childhood until her death. The young actresses - who perform and are directed wonderfully - don't play her as an adult in a child's body, but as a child translating ageless knowledge through their intrinsically childish filter. Her love of Seo-ha is equal parts endearing and disturbing for this reason - memories of loving him in a happier past life are impressed on a 9 year old child, who then devotes herself to becoming the kind of woman who can stand by his side, who can protect and care for him. And in order to do this, she has to be "successful"; therefore, her fixation on reuninting with him is tangled up in her desperate attempts to escape poverty and neglect. Which is why I'm OBSESSED with Shin Hye-sun's performance. A lot of people have already picked up on Ji-eum's general weirdness - what I love is the calculated poise of her body language, as if she's crafting herself into the picture of dignity in direct reaction to the indignity of her early childhood. There's one moment I'm obsessed with in episode 8, where she bumps heads with Seo-ha and she's in pain...but then she bounces back, asking him if he's okay, refusing to show him any vulnerability. This is also why I love that the writing forces her family into Seo-ha's path - he meets her brother, her father, he learns the role they played in Ju-won's murder; he sees this painful, messy side of her too. This really endears me to their romance - it's melancholic and twisted, but I want them to find happiness in their sad little love story.

SYIM9L is very ambitious for a 12-episode show - different plotlines with different emotional tenors all existing in increasing dissonance with each other. Less is more, I think. The story about child murder is awkwardly triangulating with the story about fated love, and the outcome reads clumsy. Poor Min-gi. A love triangle that is constantly perpetuating itself across different lives might be fascinating in itself - but if the show wanted to place Ji-eum/Seo-ha in a story of past histories/fate/free-will, it...was already doing that? The murder mystery is a story of parents devouring their children - one father attempts to kill his son (allegedly), another unwittingly kills his daughter in another life. And these choices, made before either were born, play a role in how Seo-ha and Ji-eum relate to one another. Personally, i don't think she chose to pursue him, I think it was an inescapable compulsion because she was desperate and she was NINE. The concept of free will is invariably complicated because the character making the choices was a vulnerable child. Episode 8 has been the high point for me, because it touches on the helplessness felt when you realise how deeply the adults in your life have let you down; by externalising that helplessness via reincarnation (your daughter's soul is the soul of a child you murdered - your father killed you in a past life for money), it feels all the more raw and upsetting. I just find it more compelling than whatever is going on with their first-lives.

Ha Yoon-kyung's cuteness has the precision and potency of a long-range ballistic missile. Love you queen.

#see you in my 19th life #shin hye sun #kdrama #quick thoughts

[joanquill]

"Oh god… Why are you here?"

hi sweet!! 😊 happy valentine's day! uh I hope this will not be complicate for you well, Albert, bcs I love him sm. the reader would be a distant childhood friend of Albert and they find out that he killed their parents. I think it's clear it's an angst. maybe it would fit in the 16. ooh and they would have a romantic relationship, like a special but tragic reunion I've had this plot in my head for a long time lol my english is not good and now I'm too lazy to revise my request, sorry 😭

Albert James Moriarty

A/N: Valentines who? Romance where?

Warnings/s: Death, Blood, Mentions of Abuse

Tag/s: Angst

'I need to get out of here...!' you chanted in your head as you hastily grabbed your suitcase, rushing out of the hotel.

Ever since the news of your parents dying from a heart attack reached you, you knew someone was behind it.

The only evidence you had was your memory of the terrified screams they had the night of their death. You were supposed to be out at a party but decided to go home instead.

Instead of resting on your warm bed, you stood by the front doors as you heard gunshots inside as blood tainted the windows, making your legs run away in fear.

You ran back to the party, locking yourself in one of the guest rooms and pretending to be asleep like it was just a horrible nightmare.

Even at the funeral, you could feel the pitiful looks and malicious gaze of everyone around you as you processed what was happening.

But as twisted as it is, you felt a weight get off your chest as they were lowered six feet under.

No more hiding bruises under your clothes and makeup or dreading when the sun sets as you hid in the maid's quarters. Hoping they wouldn't find you.

You were free. And you hated how pleased you felt.

"(Y/N)...?" a soft voice called out, snapping you back to reality.

"Albert..." you whispered in a shaky breath, "Sorry, I guess I'm just out of it..." you nervously laughed, making him frown.

He held his hand out to you, making you furrow your brows and carefully place your hand in his.

Albert held your hand firmly, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Don't worry, I promise no one will ever hurt you..."

And he did keep his promise.

You stayed with your grandparents in the country after the funeral and kept in touch with Albert through letters.

Through his words, you knew he genuinely cared about you. He was the only one who stayed by your side when no one did. Whenever you felt alone, he was there to keep you company.

Slowly, you fell in love with him.

You couldn't ask for more...

But there was still that gnawing feeling of your parent's death, knowing it was all staged.

You continued to dig into their deaths, wanting to know who did it.

What didn't prepare you was your search leading back to the Moriarty manor years later.

You always knew you would go back home... to him.

You planned on surprising them with a visit, maybe spending Valentine’s with him if the fates allowed. But not because of you accusing Albert of your parents' murder.

"Please... Don't let it be him..." you pleaded, but you found what you were looking for.

Undeniable proof that the Moriartys were behind your parent's murder.

You knew they were very reserved, but it never crossed your mind that it was because of unspeakable crimes.

You rushed back to the hotel you were staying in for your visit, barely lasting the day you checked in.

"Was there a problem with your room?"

"No, no... it's not the room... Thank you for your hospitality," you answered the manager as you rushed out the doors.

Before you could call a taxi, you felt your throat close as you saw Albert with his two brothers behind him.

'Oh, god...' you gulped as you kept your eyes on the three and gripped your suitcase.

Albert's face was sullen, but his brothers' expressions were resolute.

You tightened your jaw as you kept your stand.

You didn't know what emotion was bubbling inside of you. Anger? Embarrassment? Disgust? But you now know not to trust him anymore.

"...Why are you here?"

#yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #valentines #albert james moriarty x reader #albert moriarty x reader #albert moriarty #albert james moriarty #jq valentines event

[whisperedstcries]

THE FIGHTER

Fenyx grew up in a small village not too far from the ruined city of Cimbar, Chessenta. From a young age, she idolised her older brother, Ligyron. Her first memories were of watching him haul timber and fencing and helping tend to their fields and orchards. Then cheering him on as he trained in the backyard with mannequins to fight alongside his trainer , watching him whirl and twist like he was made of breeze himself. Inspired by travelling bards, she spun stories of him, even moreso after he grew up and began work as a mercenary - telling her his stories of his victories and gains. Sometimes even bringing her home trinkets too which she treasured.

Ever since his first story of soldier life, Fenyx knew she wanted to be one too. Her poor agricultural talents only solidified to her that she was fated to follow in her brother's footsteps (despite her parents' worries). She started training by herself in the backyard, using the same trainer her brother had, but all the while writing letters and pleading with her brother to let her join his crew.

Eventually, towards the end of her eighteenth winter (after frightening her parents with a solo trip to Airspur to see the beautiful floating city), Ligyron relented and made her shield maiden of his crew. They would train her but she would sit back and remain out of their greater fights, though it didn't matter to Fenyx. She was finally achieving her dream! If she just trained hard enough then they would realise her talents and she could fight at her brother's side like she'd always wanted to.

The took their ship from the Cinbar coast, first to Westgate. She had been so excited to see a new city and perhaps get a new adventure, but instead was told to stay aboard the ship, that the city was too adventurous. Still, she passed the time training instead and was happy to get a bottle of wine from her brother and his crew when they returned with supplies and a little too much alcohol. She had tried to go out a little in the city, but after getting robbed of her mother's bracelet she decided to listen to her brother and return to the ship. They didn't stay in Westgate too long, heading out onto the treacherous road inland. Through the weeks they took on smaller contracts. Well, Ligyron and his friends did, but Fenyx spent all of her time practising her skills, so that soon the day would come that she could really prove herself and then join their adventuring team for sure - doing more than just cleaning and sharpening weapons and hunting for deer.

Things began to change, though, as their journey continued westward and they hear more stories of people being kidnapped. They were not the first band of adventurers set on finding out more, but Ligyron and Fenyx were determined to get to the bottom of it. Her brother focussed on the great reward for doing so as Fenyx thought more about reuniting distraught families with their loved ones. The more small errands and quests she had done for people, the more she had grown to love questing for the sake of helping. Sometimes the reward was the happy ending in itself - although that wouldn't fill her stomach, of course.

Though in search of that happy reunified ending, it was inevitable that they find themselves face to face with the kidnappers. Kidnappers they were nowhere near prepared for nor ever heard of before. Mindflayers. They fought well, but Fenyx became seperated from her brother during the fight. She remembered calling out to him frantically and then she was waking up trapped in a pod, staring down a squirming creature forced upon her, on a very nightmarish ship which then dramatically crashed - her mechanical wings found from a particularly intrincate dungeon, the only things to save her as she glided down to safety.

There, she met with other survivors of the crash determined to free herself from this squirming curse, find her brother and then make the long trip back home.

Fenyx of Argolis Human Fighter

(Immortals Fenyx Rising verse available on request)

#. | an unlikely hero (fenyx)

[sanniedaysmarsnights]

Dark and Twisted Threads of Fate | Series 5 - Mafia!ATEEZ x reader Part 7 NSFW (San x reader x Wooyoung and Hongjoong x reader)

Masterlist

First chapter

Previous chapter (chapter 6)

A/N: Yet another chapter so soon! I was struck by motivation thanks to a sweet comment which made my day, yay ;) This one is really smutty and gets a little dark towards the end again, so if you feel less comfortable with that stuff feel free to just skip that portion. Don't like -> Don't read!

Tagging: @baekmond @whyme11 If you would like to be added to the tags, please let me know! You can leave a comment or send me an ask :)

Warnings: dub con/non con elements towards the end.

For what felt like a minute your whole world began to spin around you. The alliance was coming for you, in your own home? They have all of your information and They could be here within the hour was spinning around like a broken record in your mind. You wildly gasped in shock when you felt someone roughly grab you by the shoulders. Was it all too late? Was this how it all was going to end? I should have never gotten in league with ATEEZ. Your heart wrenched at the idea.

 "For god's sake reply to me!" You blinked in confusion, finding that the person shaking you was in fact not one of the alliance, but your- what was he to you? San. "You can panic over this later, but not now, we have to get a move on! Is there anything in particular you have to bring with you?" And then your mind finally cleared up.

 "T-there is a duffel bag under my bed with some stuff and-" San already shot off. Stumbling through the house, you desperately tried to get your wobbly knees under control. You were en route to your old family's pictures standing on your kitchen counter. Against your will tears began to well up in your eyes. You were finally going to have to leave this house behind, the place you once lovingly called home. The small spaces that were littered with happy memories when your parents and older brother had still been alive. Your knuckles turned white gripping the picture frame.

San appeared in the doorway with the duffel bag. It looked like he had tried to stuff it full of whatever clothes he could get his hands on, some books and weapons you had hidden around the house.

 "I'm disappointed that you could find my knives so quickly, and there I thought I had found really good hiding places for them." Not that it would matter anymore either way.

 "You forget who taught you these things angel." You could hear the struggle in San's voice, between sounding caring and his usual emotionless I am on an assignment voice. He knew how hard it must be for you to leave your space as abruptly as this, without getting any time to process or properly say your goodbyes.

 "Is there anything else you need to take? Fifteen minutes have pa-" San begun, but you cut him off.

 "Let's burn this place down." San's eyes widened in shock. "Before they get to lay their grubby hands on it, or probably burn it down either way. Let's beat them to it." San's face had gone completely serious, and you knew he understood.

 "We open up all of the inside doors, only leave the windows and front door shut. Do you know where your gas cables are?" The two of you immediately set to work. Within five minutes you were both standing at your front door. "Do you want to warn your neighbours?" he asked tentatively, but you shook your head no.

 "Let the assholes burn." San felt a pang of pride, or was it love, in his chest, before placing a candle you conveniently had in stock in the doorway.

 "Any last words for it?" San asked, waiting to light the candle when you felt ready.

 "I've said my goodbyes to everything good in this place a long time ago. This is just a shell of what remained." You paused. "It is time for me to move on, let go of all this." You nodded to San, who lit the wick.

 "It'll probably go up in about five minutes, we should get a move on." And with that, you left your past behind, appropriately, in a sea of flames.

You had burst into tears several times along the way to ATEEZ's base, not caring about whomever might see. San had been silent but understanding, rubbing your back gently every now and then as he carried your stuffed bag. San knew that this sudden event would take time to process, letting you sniffle it out in peace. When you had reached the stunning front gates of their property, your tears halted naturally. You couldn't help but stare at the vast amount of land beyond the gates. Not only was there an enormously long driveway, their mansion still looked huge despite the distance. There were several other less big buildings littered about around it.

 "Pretty impressive, right?" You were truly stunned. You knew your home had been humble, but it was enough. This however, seemed simply unreal. San noticed the way your scrunched your nose, while tentatively shifting your weight from one foot to another. Your feet had began hurting after the considerable distance the two of you had made on foot. "Don't worry, we're almost there." He walked over to the intercom, speaking something into it, and then the great gates began to move. "After you, my angel." You sniffled a small laugh, before crossing the boundary onto their grounds.

When you had finally almost reached the main building, a young man came out to meet you. He was wearing a suit with the top few buttons of his white shirt left forgotten, but that wasn't what your eyes had been drawn towards.

 "Oh bloody hell." You murmured to yourself. The first time you had met these eight men you had been half in a state of shock, with your adrenaline levels through the roof. You could barely remember what they had actually looked like, until they appeared on your doorstep. One of them you hadn't met up close until now however, a stunning man built with a regal complexion and entrancing eyes. The thin rimmed round glasses that were perched on his nose gave him a wise air like an owl's. Not a small little barn owls, no a great grey owl. Majestic, wise and above all silent and powerful.

 "Nice to meet you again, my name is Song Mingi." His voice sounded like music to you. Why exactly did all of the most terrible and powerful men here be ridiculously good looking? And not to mention the sound of his dark rumbly voice. That was surely going to be haunting you for days.

 "If there is every anything, no matter how extraordinarily rare, Mingi will be able to find it for you." San patted the taller man on the shoulder proudly, flattering him.

 "It would be my pleasure to help you out in any way I can, miss." You nodded in appreciation. "If you'll both follow me, I'd be happy to show you where you will be residing." Mingi led you towards one of the smaller buildings towards the back of the mansion. It had a great many windows, positively flooding with natural light. It wasn't far from the large pool it faced, completed with lounge chairs and other garden furniture.

Mingi fished a set of keys from his pocket, before holding the clinking bundle out to you.

 "These are the keys to your new home, miss. I hope you find it to your liking, if there is anything you'd like to change or add to it please do not hesitate to let me know." You simply gawked at the man. He couldn't possibly mean the whole building was yours?! Mingi didn't seem to be bothered in the slightest as he stood waiting patiently for you to accept your keys. When San sent you a quick nod, you worked up the courage to move again, taking the keys from Mingi's waiting hand.

Shaking somewhat, you managed to insert the keys into the lock and turn it. You had not been prepared for the sight inside. Several plants were looking incredibly well kept, and the sofas were topped with many colourful looking pillows. Mingi showed you around the house, which contained an open kitchen and living room on the ground floor, and a bedroom, bathroom and study on the first floor. You could hardly believe that this would be your new home for the time being. The house was easily three times the size of your old apartment. Mingi and San excused themselves soon after, leaving you in peace to unpack.

 "It is a good thing that the summerhouse was prepared ahead of time." San started to Mingi as they walked back towards their mansion together. "I suppose we have your excellent planning and foresight to thank for that" San sighed, suddenly feeling tired. Today had been quite the unexpected rollercoaster, even to his standards.

 "I had a sneaking suspicion the miss would come to stay with us sooner rather than later." Mingi stated calmly.

 "Are all of the cameras also up and running?" Mingi nodded. "Then I guess we got lucky, and we can move the plan forward."

 "There is no such thing as luck in this world, San." Mingi said gravely. "You should know that better than most."

Your new home contained everything you needed, except for company. Hence you often found yourself lounging about in their main quarters instead. Life there turned out to be rather eventful. There was always some excitement going on, be it because some news of other gangs came in, or somebody would be sent off for another mission. You had repeatedly whined that you wanted to come along to at least some of the missions, but the members always insisted it would be too dangerous for you to go out for now. At this point you would give anything to even go out on one of the more mundane assignments, but alas. So, you focussed during the days on your training, hoping to convince them that you would be able to fend for yourself. The evenings were spent jousting with the group of young men, listening to their tales of great achievements and lucky strokes.

Getting shut in with these unusually good looking and charismatic men around the clock was certainly something new to you. You had never stood a chance to hold down a boyfriend for longer than a few days, let alone live with eight men all at once. Well, that was eight by theory at least. You very rarely even caught the slightest glimpse of their leader Kim Hongjoong and his famous right hand Park Seonghwa. A pity, you thought about the latter. You had spent a rather pleasant with Seonghwa picnicking not too long ago, and you could do with some calmness. Yes, most of the boys were laid back when they were at the base, tired out from running errands sometimes day and night. But some members seemed to always regain some of their energy, just to tease you. Especially Wooyoung always seemed to know just how to press your buttons to get you, and sometimes even San, worked up.

You were calmly reading a book while laying on their large soft sofa, before you heard a click and felt a cold piece of metal pressing into your temple. Your heart skipped a beat as the adrenaline began flooding your veins. You knew perfectly well it was San who was holding a gun to your head. The game was for you to somehow get out of the compromising position, and gain the upper hand. It had begun as a part of your training, but the two of you had a little too much fun doing it. You swiftly used the book to avert the gun, before spinning around and catching it with both hands. San pretended to struggle pulling the gun free like an inexperienced assassin, and eventually let you overpower him. When you had pinned him to the wall, his serious face cleared, beginning to giggle.

 "Mmh, my little spitfire is getting better by the day." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. After a brief pause he continued "Next time, try not to overpower the gun arm. There is no use struggling over it back and forth. It is more likely to cause loose shots and alert other guards. Use the momentum and gain the upper hand by overwhelming your opponent rather than overpowering. That way you also have a chance they simply drop the gun in reflex, if you're lucky. Keep an eye out for it nonetheless of course, you don't want to test that and come out on the wrong end of it." You nodded, trying your hardest to pay attention and resist kissing the man before you. You instinctively moved your leg in between his, tongue darting out to lick your lip.

 "If you are so into this stuff, how about I show you my gun?" Wooyoung's voice perked up from behind you. Before you could startle away from San, you felt Wooyoung's hands grip your hips to keep you locked in place between the two men. "It's a big one, you should see the things I can do with it." To add to his words, he rolled his hips into your backside. You bit your lip, desperately trying to suppress a moan. San seemed rather pissed with his friend however, and was sending glares over your shoulder to the younger man. "I sure know I'm not the only one interested in finding out what these lips can do" Wooyoung sang, lips not far from your ear. His warm breath was sending shivers down your spine which you were certain wouldn't go unnoticed by either men.

 "She is mine first and foremost though." San growled darkly. If you hadn't known better, you would have seriously feared for Wooyoung's life. But this wasn't the first time the feisty young man teased him, and yet he always seemed to get off scot free. "Isn't that right darling?" Now those enticing dark eyes landed on you, and before you knew it his fingers had caught your chin. San gave you no warning before planting a deep kiss onto your lips, purposefully making out with you to make a point to Wooyoung. Not that you minded, your mind was far too clouded by now. When your lips finally parted you had long forgotten the question, but nobody seemed to care.

 "Aww but Sannie, you know that sharing is caring" Wooyoung simply continued to whine. How was it that he managed to sound both so bothersome and sexual all at once?

 "That depends on what the lady likes." San said sounding dutiful. You admired how upstanding he was for you, but at this point you would probably go along with anything he said. Your veins felt like they were on fire, intoxicated by longing.

 "You never know." began Wooyoung, "Do you want to play with me, little doll?" When Wooyoung licked a stripe up the side of your neck you finally lost your last shred of composure. Your back arched eagerly into the now significantly larger grown bulge, which happily replied with a roll of the hips back into yours. "It looks like our little doll is into it" Wooyoung sent a satisfied grin to San, almost like a challenge.

 "You can use her mouth, but her pussy is mine." San stated sternly.

San was definitely on edge about sharing you, which you could tell by how his grip on your hips was even harder than usual. You would have whined out about how it hurt, but this resulted in nothing more than gurgles over Wooyoung's cock. They had bent you over the sofa, knees resting in its plush pillows and hands on the back to stabilise yourself to the best of your ability.

Wooyoung ended up pulling out and shooting his load over your face, before pulling you up and making out with you. "You did so well for me doll. Such a talented little mouth on you." He continued to make out with you until finally San's reckless thrusts came to a still inside of you, grunting loudly. You felt your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the warm feeling of the large load he was filling you up with. Wooyoung had to bite back a moan himself at the sight, biting his lip.

 "You look so impeccable ruined like this doll, you really are irresistible." That earned Wooyoung a warning glance from San, which clearly told him not to get any ideas. Wooyoung didn't seem all that phased, and simply shrugged his shoulders before straightening up his outfit. "Thank you, doll." You were almost so far gone as to say 'you're welcome' just to piss off San in chance of another round, but you bit your tongue. You would probably have been incredibly embarrassed by that when your sanity returned, and Wooyoung would never let you live it down. San was preoccupied kissing all over your neck, while straightening up your dishevelled undergarments and make you presentable again.

When San returned with some wet cloth to wipe off the strings of come of your face, you saw that his eyes were surprisingly gentle.

 "You did so well, angel." He said softly. "I'm sorry if I was too harsh with you, I-" You held up your hand to his lips to silence him.

 "I loved every part of this San, there is nothing for you to apologise for." That sunshine of a smile grew on his face once more, his eyes looking at you lovingly.

 "You really are the best, my angel." You felt your heart flutter as he lowered his lips to kiss both of your eyelids.

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Your adventure involving Wooyoung didn't save you from any of his usual teasing, such as when he walked in on you two making out in the kitchen before breakfast.

 "Oh god not the married couple again." He whined, looking pleadingly to Yunho, Mingi and Yeosang who were just joining in too. "Quickly Yeosang, give me your bag." Yeosang seemed rather surprised, and hesitant to give it without first knowing the reason.

 "What do you need it for, don't you have enough of your own bags?" He asked in suspicion.

 "So I can throw up in it, you two are so sickeningly whipped for each other. Could you at least spare us the eye fucking please? And that all before breakfast. Give me a break." Wooyoung ranted away, forgetting about the bag altogether.

 "You're just jealous you've got nobody to suck your cock for you." Mingi teased, to the great amusement of Yeosang and Yunho.

 "Not unless you feel like revisiting the events of the other day." Wooyoung said mysteriously, making the others look questioningly over to you. "What?" Wooyoung tried to play it off as if he was innocent not that anybody who knew him would fall for that old trick. It did get them to drop the subject for the time being though, much to your relief. Your cheeks felt warm from the endeavour, and you tried your best to forget about the whole morning ordeal.

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After a particularly slow morning, your curiosity gets the better of you as you wander around the house. You find yourself in what looked like a fairly secluded file room, which unbeknownst to you was a heavily protected area containing secret documents. You set off a silent alarm as you entered, and suddenly the lights turn to a dim glow. When you tried to exit in your startle, you find that the door has locked behind you. You can feel your heart racing in your chest, feeling around a way to where you might find a light switch.

You gasp loudly when you suddenly feel the cold barrel of a gun pressed into your neck and freeze. Your heart leaped so high you feared your perpetrator would be able to hear every single beat. You had felt so cocky about your newfound skills in self defence, but you knew from the angle of the gun that this was not San holding you at gunpoint. You didn't dare to move.

 "Are you lost, baby girl?" it was the voice of Hongjoong, thank god. You try to turn yourself around to face him, but he roughly grabs hold of your shoulder and presses you into a cabinet. "I wouldn't try anything if I were you." And to your terror, you hear the cocking of the gun still firmly pressed into your skin.

 "P-please, Hongjoong it's me." You whimper out, hoping that because of the darkness he had simply mistaken you for an intruder.

 "Yes, and who is that exactly hmm? Are you a spy?"

 "No! You wailed out. Why would I do such a thing to you, you know I would never." You could feel your teeth chatter from your nerves. You wished San was here, or any of the others to talk some sense into him.

 "So you just happened to wander into our paper vault without knowing then did you?" Again he was met with more of your whimpers. "You have no idea about the sheer value of the documents surrounding you right now, do you?" Hongjoong spoke slowly in a degrading tone. When you did not reply, he sighed. "So you just really are that naïve then aren't you." You were desperately hoping he would finally let you go, but he made no such move as of yet.  "Please Hongjoong, whatever I did, I am so sorry. I did not mean to intrude. I swear."

 "I believe you." Relief washed over you. "There is no way we would have missed such crucial information as we ran a deep check on you. Hell, we all know how thorough Seonghwa is." You nodded, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.

 "Please can you let me go." You asked with a quivering voice.

 "Now why would I do that, baby doll.." Suddenly Hongjoong's voice had taken on a more heavy tone, pressing his body closer to your back. He caged you in, still keeping his gun firmly pointed into you. "When you are looking so incredibly enticing right in front of me." Now you could feel his hard defined bulge pressing into your ass, rocking itself into you slowly. This didn't feel like he was joking around, like Wooyoung had done.

 "H-hongjoong what is going on?" You asked innocently, too confused to believe what seemed to be happening.

 "You know the boys love talking about you dear, about your body and how good it feels.." You gulped. Hongjoong moved his lips to your ear, darkly whispering "Perhaps I should take a bite and find out what everyone has been on about." The next things seem to happen so quickly, you barely even registered how Hongjoong had swirled you around and pushed you down to your knees. To your dismay, you still found the barrel of Hongjoong's gun pressed into your scalp. He shot you a sick grin, before using his other hand to undo the buttons of his trousers. "Your mouth seems to be good at whimpering, but can it also suck cock like a good little slut? Let's put it to the test shall we."

Hongjoong wasted very little time before thrusting deeply into your throat, barely giving you any time to adjust to his girth. He set an unforgiving pace, quickly making the tears welled up in your eyes spill over your cheeks as he repeatedly choked you on his cock. Your face became a mess not just from your tears, but the mix of saliva and pre cum that he liked to spread over your face with his dick every now and then.

 "Well aren't you a good girl.." Hongjoong spoke breathlessly. "I don't even have to move, my eager little slut enjoys choking on my cock all by herself." It was only then that you had realised, Hongjoong had stopped moving his hips. You paused in bewilderment. "Well don't stop now darling" Hongjoong pulled out of your mouth, admiring the amount of slimy stings connected him to you.

 You felt yourself blushing slightly at the adoring gaze Hongjoong was sending you, shy from the attention. "Y-yes sir." you mumbled before reconnecting your lips with his tip. If Hongjoong wasn't already amazed at your initiative, he certainly was after he caught you uttering those words.

 "My my, baby girl. Who trained you to be so good and obedient?"

 You disconnected your mouth for a moment to speak. "Nobody, sir." before returning your attentions back to the throbbing member before you.

 "So our precious little girl was like this all along, and we had no idea? What a pleasant surprise. You really are a perfect little doll for us, aren't you?" Hongjoong paused, contemplating the situation. "You enjoy this don't you? The thrill of having a gun to your head and being used for my pleasure. And yet, whenever anybody tried to take you like this back in the day you were so feisty? Why are you submitting now?"

That was a question which shook you. It brought back the memories of when you had been harassed on the streets of your old neighbourhood, and yet here you were. Sucking a man's cock as he held a cocked gun to your head. What made this situation different?

 "Because it is you, sir." You answered, panting softly. It was only because of the earnest look in your eyes that Hongjoong could accept the words that followed. "Because you are a good man. I have seen what you do for your members, how hard you work for them even behind the scenes. You look out for them, as I know you look out for me. I feel.." You hesitated, the words you were about to say should be a contradiction when speaking about the dangerous man, but they were the truth. "I feel safe with you."

 It was not in Hongjoong's nature to be gentle, and yet he found himself caressing your cheek. You had made his stone heart race, and that only with a couple of sentences. He knew it was dangerous to grow attached to anyone, but he already had his members. One more person couldn't do any harm, right? "I will always protect you, my angel. No matter what the cost."

Hongjoong saw a small smile grace your lips, before taking his cock into your mouth once more. You batted your eyelids at him, making his mind spin. "The things you do to me angel." He spoke breathlessly, nearing his high. Shudders shot down his spine as he released his load down your throat, though having to pull back to let you breathe. Small spurts of his white come were still coming from his tip, delectably coating your lips with the hot sticky white.

You were both still thoroughly out of breath as he pulled you back up to your feet, tucking his gun away. When both of his hands were free, he cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for an aggressively deep kiss, tongue lapping over your lips and tongue. Once he well and truly had to pull back for air, he leaned your foreheads together. "Perhaps one day, I'll make you into a fine queen."

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for the prompts "I can't lose you too..." as a sabriel prompt? mb from sam to gabe, not sure abt the context thou lol

Oo, that is a good one for them! I have so much context dear, I got you. I did draft another tale for this prompt so I’ll probably post that one soon as well. Thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoy it. The angst may have run away from me. ❤️

Tags: angst, character death, hammer of the gods, secret relationships, grief, young sam, I promise you a happy ending

Summary:  Sam had to know what had happened. No matter how much Dean yelled that it wasn’t safe, Sam had to return to Elysian Fields.

Let's Go Back to the Fields

After watching the DVD, the twinkle in his best-kept secret's eyes just didn't sit right with him. He had to go back. The taller brunette didn’t back down when the brothers fought, urging Dean to turn the car around, but his brother had only kept driving further away. The younger Winchester had to know, he had to be sure, but Dean wouldn’t let him endanger himself for a lost cause even if the archangel had ended up helping them. Sam didn't let it go, his leg bouncing in his anxiety the longer they were going in the wrong direction. It was hours before Dean stopped for the night, wanting to make sure that they were far enough away from where Kali had left them and Lucifer. 

The moment Sam was free from the Impala he was looking for a car to steal and his brother was hot on his ass. Dean yelled following after him when the taller man took off ignoring his calls. Sam's stomach was twisted into a knot and the weight on his chest was unbearable after the long drive. He shook his head, ignoring Dean and pushing him off of him when his brother tried to grab him. Dean's worry and confusion meant nothing compared to the worry consuming the younger man for Gabriel. Dean hadn't known and Sam didn't have time to explain the urgency racing through his veins. His hunter brother wouldn't understand that Gabriel wasn't just some monster that helped them in the eleventh hour, he was Gabriel.

The ensuing fight had been a blowout after Sam had shoved his brother away a bit harder than he should have, but the younger man couldn’t bring himself to care. They could make up later, he had to leave. Sam didn't listen to his brother's shouts or any of the words full of disappointment that his older brother threw at him when he hotwired a car and sped back towards the Elysian Fields Hotel. 

His mind raced as he drove, convincing himself that someone as smooth and secretive as the being that had made the DVD and shared his bed for months had a backup plan. No matter what Gabriel was more than an archangel, he had tricks. Sam wasn't being naive for thinking, hoping that the golden-haired being had slipped one over on his brother. That he hadn't left Sam too. The brunette's hands clenched around the wheel at the horrifying thought. He swallowed, pressing harder on the gas and pressing away the scenarios that flew through his mind of what happened after they'd run and left Gabriel all alone.

Sam drove all night, but it took until early in the morning of the following day to return to the fateful hotel. His eyes roved the broken sign and abandoned building that had been filled with light and sound just a few hours ago as he parked. His hands paused on the wheel as he looked over the faded paint and broken windows, hesitating in the twilight within the car. Sam sat staring at the rundown building, wondering for a moment if he could live without knowing. He shook his head, finding his resolve and steeling himself before he pushed himself from the stolen vehicle. No matter how much he didn't want to see, he couldn't not know if the archangel had made it. 

When Sam pushed open the front doors, the decay of the hotel was abundantly clear without the presence of the gods Lucifer had butchered. The door creaked open at Sam's gentle and careful push, the sound echoing off the hotel that was ransacked by time and the Devil. His head swiveled around the rotting reception area, flicking on his flashlight. His eyes roamed the walls as the beam of light lit up the dust as it drifted in the stale air, a pit forming in his stomach at the absence of life. The hunter’s lips twisted into a frown, looking behind him before pressing forward in the dim haunting light that filtered into the hotel-turned tomb. 

His eyes roamed the halls that led to the conference room, the path ahead littered with debris and death. The sinking feeling grew in his stomach as he marched closer to the conference room, the stench of death already starting to permeate the air. Sam gave a dry cough when he turned the corner. His eyes roamed the bloody ripped open vessels that lined the last hallway to where Lucifer had found them. He winced, his face twisted in remorse and disgust, raising his forearm to cover his mouth and nose. 

He couldn't be dead - He's a trickster. Gabe isn't like these gods and he's more than him.  

Sam found himself mentally repeating the words with each step closer to the conference room where he had last seen the blonde. He swallowed the hope that he kept tucked close to his heart, shifting the flashlight in his hand when he came to the double doors the brothers and goddess had fled through yesterday. He should have been here sooner. Sam's lips twitched, his grip tightening on the hard plastic in his hand as he stared at the chipping paint of the double doors.

Now that he was standing in front of the only thing keeping him from knowing if it was a trick or real he felt frozen, but he couldn't live without knowing. He blew out a hard breath, closed his eyes, and pushed the door open with all the courage he didn't feel. He walked blindly into the room that still felt chilled by the devil's former presence. The brunette took a shuddered breath, his eyes opening. 

Sam's face crumbled as his shoulders sagged, his head tilting to the side with a soft shake when he saw him. The black scorched marks of large wings that covered the floor unmistakably marked the death of an angel, and the vessel was unmistakably Gabriel. Sam's lip quivered against the scream that clawed at his throat and the tears that rose to blur his vision. His feet shuffled his wobbling legs closer before falling to his knees beside Gabriel's unseeing eyes. Sam's vision clouded as his gaze roved over the gray pallor of the always lively celestial, a wet raspy sound escaping his lips.  

It wasn't right.

"No, no." Sam's hands came to his face, swiping his mouth as a sob broke free from him, uncaring about the tears that continued to stream down his face. "No… I can't lose you too…" His hands hovered above Gabriel, not wanting the last time he'd touched him to be the last, a stolen kiss pressed up against a vending machine when no one was looking could never be enough for a goodbye, but the idea of feeling how truly empty the vessel before him was had Sam pulling back. 

A low whimpering whine left his lips as he looked over Gabriel's face, reaching to close his eyes. His mind was unable to stop thinking about the people that had died because of him, because he'd asked them to help, or just because they knew him. He'd thought Gabriel would be easier, at least in the sense that he'd never feel this rotting gnawing pit of grief and guilt again for causing another lover's death. His thoughts spun, his fingers clenching on Gabriel's jacket, a gutted broken sound leaving his throat. 

"I'm so sorry."

Sam couldn't look away from him, repeating the apology over and over again. His vision blurred further as his tears became more than just for the loss of his almost boyfriend. He squeezed his eyes closed, resting his hand on the archangel's unmoving chest with his head hung forward, hating himself and the universe. Gabriel had lived so long hiding and protecting himself; he didn't have to do this. He hadn't wanted to do it until Sam had nearly begged him. The brunette didn't move from his spot beside him, bent over the unmoving body as his mind replayed every stolen moment he had shared with the archangel in hiding, wanting more of them. 

Sam didn't move, his shoulders shaking as he clung to the memories he had. He didn't want to burn his vessel and for it to be the end of them. He didn't want to go back to where he had left Dean and above all he didn't want to carry out the plan that Gabriel had left them. Sam didn't want to care about the world or stopping the apocalypse he had put into motion. Sam just wanted to grieve and cling to the body he had to say goodbye to. His fingers tangled in Gabriel's dirtied blond locks, cradling his head and lost in his thoughts, only for a familiar tingle to spark in his fingers, his eyes snapping open. 

He pulled back in a jerking motion, blinking furiously at the tears clouding his vision. Sam swiped his hand over his cheeks in a rush, needing to see Gabriel. His red-rimmed eyes roved frantically over the empty vessel, his eyes wide as his heart soared with hope. 

"Gabe?" He risked as he sniffed, his breathing and heart rate speeding as he watched the body he had been cradling shimmer and shift before vanishing in a wave of grace. "Gabe!" 

A hand gripped his shoulder from behind. 

"Kiddo, you shouldn't be here. I was gonna find you." 

Sam felt his breath rush out of him, like a punch of relief to his stomach at the familiar voice and warm touch. He was on his feet in an instant, turning and taking in the concern and surprise in Gabriel's bright eyes. He watched him for only a moment before his long arms were scooping the shorter blonde up, holding him impossibly close. His chest constricted with his unbridled happiness, the elated feeling fueling the crushing embrace. 

"Oof," Gabriel exhaled, his hands awkwardly patting Sam's back as his toes grazed the dirty floor. "I'm okay, I’m okay,” the archangel huffed, before holding tighter to the hunter’s shoulders, his voice turning softer. “I'm right here, Sam."

"I had to know, I couldn't leave you." He said in a rush, holding tighter to him. "I thought I'd lost you too," Sam added in a broken whisper, his face pressed into Gabriel's blonde locks, tears refilling his glassy eyes. “I can’t lose you too, Gabe," Sam pressed, refusing to let him go.

Gabriel didn’t try to move from Sam’s crushing embrace, melting against him instead and letting the human hold him. "You won’t. I’m okay," Gabriel reassured. “It takes more than Luci to put me down, kid,” he mumbled into Sam's shoulder, taking a deep inhale as his hands held tighter to the broad shoulders. "Have a little faith." 

Sam’s lips crooked into an awe-struck smile, breathing out a wet-sounding laugh, his right hand combing back through the archangel’s soft locks. “I think you’re about the only thing I still have faith in,” he admitted, pulling back and looking over Gabriel’s bright amber eyes before pressing a desperate kiss to the archangel's overconfident smile.

#thanks for the ask! #asks and answers #sabriel #sam winchester #grief #hammer of the gods #gabriel supernatural #the feels #i promise a happy ending

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Happy STS! Hope you've been having a good week, and thank you so much for the follow 💕

What's your 'elevator pitch' for each of your OCs? You can include information such as who are they as a person, what is their role in the story, things like that! Feel free to elaborate as much or as little as you'd like!

Hello, @elshells! Thank you so much for the ask! 💕

This is an amazing question and I took my time answering it!

(It is worth noting that, since The Last Wrath - my medieval dark fantasy WIP - is my main current work in progress, I only used the characters from this book to answer this ask. I have quite a few other WIPs, one of them being Enchanted Illusions - my Gothic Victorian Fantasy - and a sci-fi WIP named SUPERNOVA Initiative, but it would be far too many characters if I did a pitch for all of them, so I chose just TLW 😂)

These are not all my characters, but some of the main cast:

RAELEN ASHIREN: The Forgotten Rebel

A young troublemaker from a forgotten but once powerful mageborn family who finds herself swept into the world of mysteries and intrigues of their continent after her oldest brother, Julyan Ashiren - her only living blooc relative - is captired by an ancient group of corrupted sorcerers with a bloody agenda, who want to see her dead. Now she faces a race against time to rise up to her family's lost legacy if she wants to save her world from a war torn future.

AZRA MOORSWORTH: The Dragon Rider

The adoptive son of the High General of Kestrall and the surrogate brother of Raelen and Julyan that has always lived with deep seated unanswered questions about his past and origins. Wanting to do what is right, he ind himself swept into the chaos of his surrogate sister's lives as they flee together from the destruction of everything they have known and into a rebellion that might depend on them to suceed. But some secrets of the past are better left forgotten.

VALLERIUS ZYNDROSAR: The Fallen Heir

A conflicted young man living on the run that has singlehandedly managed to become the most wanted man by the Morosyn Empire. Living with constant guilt for his past, he has dedicated two years of his recent life to finding a way to stop his world's ongoing shadow war and change his supposedly inevitable twisted fate. When his path crosses that of Raelen's - the daughter of a Mageborn house that was thought to have been destroyed centuries ago - he decides to face his past and help her in her rebellious quest.

JULYAN ASHIREN: The Last Sun

Raelen's older brother and only living relative, he has raised his sister alone ever since their parents disappeared in a mysterious mission. Living with the constant fear of being found by their enemies, he did everything in his power to protect Raelen and prepare her for a future he knew was coming. After he is forcibly captured by the Secret Court, he is forced to face a secret about himself that even he didn't know about, as he struggles to find a way to escape his dangerous predicament.

PRINCESS ELLINOR DALLANTES - The Lost Princess

A princess scorned who had her birthright ripped away from her at an early age, after the royal family of Arkellya was slaughtered and her conniving uncle ascended the throne, now allied to the Morosyn Empire. Saved from the carnage and raised by the best assassin on the continent, she would grow up to rouse the sleeping fires of a rebellion long in the making to restore her family's stolen dues and bring an end to the reign of conquest of the Morosyn Empire. Along with her closest friends - young yet talented outcasts - she sees to undermine her enemies from within, and might just need the help from a certain duo of Mageborn to achieve her goal when the Secret Court closes in.

LORD NETHEN FAHRIS - The Noble Rival

A young noble from a powerful family of royal advisors to the young Emperor Aerich, Nethen grew up knowing that, if he was to be more than just a pawn in their crooked games, he'd have to learn to work from the shadows, and to manipulate the situations around him to his every whim. Only then could he achieve his goal. To do so, he made himself undeniably yet subtly necessary to the political stage around him, though it was a lonely existence. Everyone around him had their petty schemes and agendas, he knew that very well. There were almost no people that he trusted, let alone respected. Until he met a Ellinor. For the first time, he had a worthy opponent, a rival worthy of his respect and quite possibly, his only equal - as perhaps the one person who could understand him, the one person that could dance the deadly dance of their world’s intrigues with him without blinking an eye, someone, who saw him for himself - the man behind the mask. 

ZEPHYR TELLIAN: The Cursed Sorcerer

A talented sorcerer living in the aftermath of a brutal betrayal by one of the people who were closest to him, fallen prey to a terrible hatred Curse that caused his very magical affinity to become a source of pain and exhaustion. Zephyr was born in the war torn lands that once were the Kingdom of Eldon, in the height of the Agrannorian Civil War, and knew well the horrors of war. The hidden Order of Sorcerers had given him and his siblings a chance to survive, but he never would've expected this to bring his downfall. After surviving what was meant to kill him, he and his younger brother Jamie endured dire hardships as street children in the aftermath of a war, but Zephyr's magical talents - albeit restricted by his curse - and knowledge, along with Jamie's swordfighting abilities, got them accepted into the Liranthian Academies after a tourney. Now, Zephyr has dedicated himself to find an anti magic spell that can counter attack the abilities of the crooked Secret Court, but after discovering a horryfing truth, he and his brother just might have to turn to the budding rebellion in order to live another day.

DARIAN CAELESTIS: The Hidden Potioneer

A young aspiring potioneer, son of two important warriors from the dangerous kingdom of Ergyre - a place commonly known as the Iron Thorn of the Free Realms for a reason - finds himself living under a secret identity after the way comes to him, in an attempt to fulfill a long lost promise and find his missing childhood friend, a young elf who was captured by a mad enemy warlord from the Morosyn Empire. Darian never wanted to fight, and never thought he could, but he will do whatever it takes to get his friend back, even if the person he finds has been pushed far from the boy he used to know.

TANWIN LYRANDETH: The Soldier

Once a naive and sweet young boy, unaware of the true horrors of his world, Tanwin has been twisted into a weapon of war after his capture during the invasion of the borders of Ergyre by the Morosyn Empire. After years of a living hell, he finally manages to escape his captors and free himself, but the last thing he would have expected would be to find his long-lost childhood friend as a rebel on the other side of the war. Torn between the person he was turned into and the one he used to be, he will do anything to keep his recently reunited friends safe, especially if it means bringing the war to those who forged him for it.

NADINNE AHMIRAH: The Seafaring Lady

A girl with dreams of freedom, who yearns to sail the seas and tame the waves like her ancestors did, finds herself trapped in the luxurious world of the nobility of Vellamere. Her family ascended from anonimity to great wealth a few generations back, becoming courtiers in the thriving portuary kingdom of the continent, but even so, Nadinne yearns for more - to be able to fight the injustices of their world and to meet new places, like her uncle and aunt who were adventuring privateers before their ship misteriously sank. After meeting a certain mercenary with a broken connection to the rebellion and discovering that one of her closest friends is a rebel spy, Nadinne makes it her personal mission to join them - especially after discovering first hand the horrors their enemies can inflict on those who stand in their way.

LUCIYA ANYNTH: The Free Outlaw

A young rogue to whom freedom is the highest value of life, she had spent her youth stealing from the Empire where she was born. Before this, she was the daughter of a lowborn man who had become important in their home kingdom, before he was wronggully framed and imprisoned for charges he was innocent of - a way for the Imperial nobility to get rid of the only person who knew secrets that could bring their reign toppling down. Afterwards, she found herself taken in by a group of forest dwelling kids, whom, like her, had been abandoned by the very cities of their birth. Her happiness was stolen from her after a heist gone wrong and a sudden betrayal, which forced her to become a servant to the very noble family that ruined her life in the past. Now, she seeks to find her freedom once again, and a befriending a certain rebel spy may be her only chance to do this.

CASSANDER FYNN: The Rebel Spy

An extremely knowledgeable young man, Cassander was taught by his parents the value of secrets and illusions. Son of a soldier and a mystical woman, Cassander suddenly found his calling by joining a budding rebellion, using his talents to become the best spy currently under the employ of the rebellion. He could lie, cheat and deceive his way into almost any enemy ranks, and the secrets he kept could quite possibly be the difference between the success of the lost princess' rebellion and a brutal failure.

@elshells

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Why do you think Echoes: Shadows of Valentia had so much trouble giving its female cast, agency even compared to the original game?

Combining those two FE15 asks

Everyone commented back then (and even now?) on FE15's sexism, let it benevolent, an OC slapping the main heroine or how Alm takes the wheel at times when Celica receives the idiot plot ball -

I wonder if it was because the devs wanted to tell a certain story, or because they thought it was a remake thus needed to be twisted to modern audiences (are modern audiences more sexist than an audience from the early 90s? discuss) idk.

But the Mathilda CG will forever haunt me, and Berkut?

I still think Berkut was added to make Alm's loss by pursuing the path of the sword (as opposed to Celica trying to be more compassionate) more prevalent - losing his delirious madman of a father wasn't enough to make him feel like his path was crappy, so he should also lose a "brother" figure but -

While Berkut was designed as a product of Rigelian + Rudy culture and faults, I still think he suffered from a general "and let's make an happy ending for everyone!" syndrome, especially with the WTF of Rinea.

The way the game portrays it, and even Alm at one point iirc says it, Berkut's fate is supposed to be a drama because of Duma's descent to insanity - and while I think this is load of crap (Duma never told him to burn his fiancée, nor to hunt peasants in his free time, not to tell her to shut up when she disagrees with him), it permeated through a lot of part 4 to reach the retcon that is Walmart.

Since Walmart thinks Gods sucks and people should be free to decide what they want by themselves, New!Alm should also share this sentiment, and the plot/script should reward him for thinking this way.

Walmart has no "Celica" in him, so Celica is relegated to a 32nd tier character, who is always wrong, and ridiculed for trusting Jedah's words and losing faith and hope in humanity.

Of course New!FE15 couldn't entirely twist what Gaiden was all about, and Duma's final speech remains, with a bit of Alm'n'Celica dialogue about Gods, their roles, and what humans should do now.

(Hopefully, unlike a certain game that came after this one, we know FE15's solution of humans taking the wheel and letting Gods/dragons perish - thinking they're useless + full on "hadou" - ultimately fails in FE13, Walmart is defeated by Chrom).

FE15's narrative tries to make us believe Berkut is a tragic character (lots of uwu) just like Alm's solution is the good one as opposed to Celica (even if they are supposed to come up with one together at the end, the way the story is told it's Alm's who comes on top) but while FE13 corrects the "New!Alm" narrative, Berkut remains tragic "uwu" and the best way to make him ultra "uwu twagic" is through Rinea, his punching ball who ultimately "accepts" his faults.

FE15 still came after ":( brainwashed Aversa", ":( brainwashed Eremiya" - so ultimately, I think the sexism of this game can be chalked up to different factors, a dev team who likes the use women as brainwashed puppets to feel uwu sad about them, a need to push a certain narrative to fit with Walmart from FE13, and maybe, maybe, the need to make the game more "palatable" to a modern audience, from the POV of devs who lol'd about a previous character comparing her to a cow, I can't shake the feeling that the Mathilda CG was made to titillate the male player.

#anon #replies #i had a lot of thoughts about FE15 back then #like the sheer refusal to engage with #the maybe slayder and jerome were bad persons because they were asshats #and it has nothing to do with the degenarating lizards #Alm going 'oh well we'll starve a bit' at the end when he wants to make a world free of gods is just #yikes #unlike a certain someone he seems to understand what it will mean and accepts full responsability #the ending even says that it wasn't all rose and daisies after the game #unlike Tru Piss #but I'll chalk it up to Walmart #since Alm is supposed to be Walmart's ancestor #and FE15 was a love letter to FE13 #FE15 twisted gaiden's story to fit FE13's world #even if it brings tons of retcons

[marahuyos]

anon asked: Im sorry, I don't know if you're open, if you aren't then feel free to ignore this :")

But if you are, this might be a random idea but can i get Diluc, Xiao and Childe's reaction when they learn that their GN! S/O has a natural skill to train slimes? I just think the vision of an adventurer reader constantly being followed by a small group of slime or them using them as pillows when they camp out is just too cute TwT

*:･ﾟ✧ this request is so cute hnnn i remember playing slime rancher a whole lot so this request makes me so happy <3

diluc x gn!reader, xiao x gn!reader, childe x gn!reader

tw: none

✧ Diluc Ragnvindr

• It was at your camp when Diluc found out about your natural affinity to garner slimes.

• Both of you just finished exterminating Abyss Mages in Windrise so you two ventured back to the Dawn Winery. The bad part is that it was nighttime, so you and Diluc had to make camp. It wasn't rare for you two to camp out, but it was the first few times that you and Diluc camped out together.

• You two act like an old-married couple but in the wilderness. Diluc fixes up the tent and prepares the ingredients while you start cooking. As much as you wanted Diluc to cook his signature steak, you settled for a hearty stew. Sometimes, if Diluc is feeling lighthearted, he wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your temple.

• These were the moments that you treasured. You know Diluc had a tough time showing emotion and you were proud of him for taking the step forward. The fact that you have his arms around you is also a bonus, though.

• You two enjoyed the moment together, feeling his warmth as you spooned his food into his bowl, you heard the rustling of grass. Diluc tensed, summoning his claymore as he placed himself in front of you. You appreciated the sight of his crimson hair and broad back if not for the fact that the monsters that showed up were mere slimes.

• You giggled when you heard Diluc's sharp sigh through his nose. You set down the bowls and touched Diluc's shoulder. "Let me handle this."

• He watches you in mild interest, watching you go near the slimes. He nearly stepped in when the three slimes are hopping closer but he froze when he sees you pet the slimes like they were dogs. The three little Dendro slimes cuddled up to you like puppies at you cooed at them.

• Diluc watched, flabbergasted at the sight. You looked so... in your element that he wondered if you did this normally. It was only a few conversations about slime training that you did do this normally and that you actually owned a ranch with a lot of slimes that you corralled by yourself.

• He's honestly impressed by how efficient your ranch is. Each slime is corralled depending on their element and the secretions that they emit are all sold to the people who need it, more specifically Albedo who never seems to not run out on slime excretions. Your entire ranch is perfect that he can't help but be proud of how much you accomplished.

• If you allow it, he also commissions you to get slime secretions specific for his drinks. He would be remiss not to use these slimes to the fullest advantage. Of course, he pays you always in full whenever he does and you giggle when Diluc gives you a knowing look when people compliment his newest concoction.

• If you roped in Diluc in ranching, he'd be a walking stick. He'd be so frozen on the spot that you had to bite your lip to prevent saliva from going everywhere when you laugh. It was funny to see the man use a vacuum only for the Geo slimes to hit his face. You're always there to bandage his scratched face and the excuse towards people and Kaeya is that he got stuck fighting a finicky Abyss Mage.

• But Kaeya ain't gonna let the image of a Geo slime slamming itself onto his brother's face go anytime soon.

✧ Xiao

• He found out when he was chasing off demon-possessed monsters.

• It was any normal night where Xiao has to purge the evil in the land of Liyue. Some Hilichurls, some Mitachurls, even the run-of-the-mill treasure hoarders causing too much trouble, Xiao continued on. During this night, he was busy chasing the last remaining Hilichurl, using his Anemo powers to keep up with it. He was at a much closer distance now, his arm tensing as he readied to plunge the monster--

• Plop plop! The sound of cryo slimes bouncing up towards the Hilichurl. In a comedic twist of fate, the slimes started clumping up to the monster, leaving it a shivery cold mess at it stopped itself from how cold it was. Xiao gently lowered himself on the ground, looking at the sight with a blank stare.

• Hearing the sound of footsteps, he brandished his spear, eyes flitting over to the perpetrator before it turned out to be you. You were holding a geo slime in your arms as more slimes followed you like puppies. Your eyes widened at the appearance of Xiao with his brandished spear and a Hilichurl getting cuddled to hypothermia by your cryo slimes.

• "Hi, honey?"

• It took you an hour, the first few minutes are you trying to pry Xiao from killing the slimes when they got too close to you, to show Xiao that you have a natural affinity to train slimes. You showed him your ranch and all of the slimes that you've trained so far. Xiao was like a confused cat, eyes widening at each new addition to your ranch. He has to confess on how obscure this talent was, even for mortal standards.

• Still, it puts his mind at ease when he knows that you're safe with a bunch of slimes at your side. Even with their soft bodies and brainless... brains, Xiao knows that they'll at least be a distraction for you to run away.

• But still, to see you so content with a dendro slime as a pillow, watching your relaxed smile... He wishes he had more to his thighs to allow you to sleep on him instead. He grits his teeth every time he has to look at your sleeping form, with a slime underneath your head looking just as content as you are.

✧ Childe

• Out of everyone here, I think Childe would be the least surprised considering at some point, his younger siblings tried to ranch slimes only to end up frozen and sitting next to the fireplace. After a stern lecture from both his parents and older siblings, he can't help but think that whoever would do the same thing would be way too idiotic--

• Oh wait, you do it? Childe thinks it's the cutest thing in the world! Disregard the admonished stares of his younger siblings, saying that he was a simp hypocrite. He loves it and you!

• He enjoys watching you tend to the slimes like they were your own kids. He's like a little kid, watching his older sibling do something cool. If you were able to squint, you could see a little bit of a glimmer shining in Childe's eyes as you teach him how to take care of the slimes.

• Regardless, he's an excellent student. He picks up on how to take care of slimes fast to the point that he could've been your permanent helper. He handles all the heavy lifting, such as moving heavy toys for the slimes to play with, the feed that slimes needed, lifting you up in the air and twirling you around like you two are newlyweds (honestly, the image of you two settling down in a slime farm seems like the best thing Childe could think of).

• If possible, he asks if you can expand your ranch towards Snezhnaya where his siblings can watch you work. He can practically see his younger siblings' faces as you taught them how to care of slimes amidst the freezing weather. Even when Childe has to walk off the jabs that they've done to his side for falling in love with a slime rancher, he's still thinking on what ring to get.

• Remember that he's a family man and he wants to settle down at some point. Sure, he has an insatiable bloodlust but when you came along, the hunger for violence dwindled down. Each time he sees you regard slimes like they were your own children, each time you slap slime secretion on his face to instigate a play fight, each time you kiss him when he comes back from his mission; all of those things made him remember that he wasn't Tartaglia or Childe. He was Ajax, with a light in his eyes and a bunch of slime children to wrangle.

• Of course, he's still a child at heart, so if he sees you getting comfy with a slime pillow, bet he's gonna yank that slime from under you and replace it with his thighs. His thighs are packin', at least better than Xiao's, and you can feel them tense if you run your fingers over them.

• This is why you lose precious sleep and have Childe do all your chores for you. And no he gets no payment in kisses.

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc imagines #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #xiao #xiao imagines #xiao x reader #childe #childe imagines #childe x reader

[appplepii]

tears over beers (jean kirschtein x fem!reader)

genre: angst w a happy ending, fluff, modern au

warnings: unprotected sex, mouth spitting, praise kink kinda?? choking, etc VERY NSFW hehe, fuckboy eren (slight eren x reader), mentions of alcohol and drug use

word count: 4.1k

summary:

     You don’t know your own worth, and Jean is getting sick of it.

     Jean remembers the first time he ever laid eyes on you. He remembers the way his stomach flipped when you sat in the empty seat next to him and introduced yourself, a kind smile on your face. He also remembers the moment Eren walked in and caught your eye, and the dread that laid heavy in his chest when your cheeks grew pink. Despite the fact you had just met, he couldn’t help but have distain for the boy the moment he smiled back at you, causing you to become shy and flustered. Why weren’t you nervous to talk to him?

     That’s a question the boy came to ask himself more times than he would ever admit, despite the fact that it’s been years. You and Jean had become a constant for each other, someone that was always there no matter what happened, or how much time passed. It was no question that you had become his best friend (except Marco, of course). There were certain things keeping you together that had Jean convinced it was fate keeping you in his life, from the moment you had graduated high school and decided to go to the same college that was hours away, to you working at his favorite coffee shop near the campus. That philosophy was not a strong willed one, being shot down every time you would tell him about a certain boy you were still hung up on. It was times like that that Jean thought maybe you in his life was a sort of punishment. What did he do to deserve the feeling of having what you want most in life in arms reach and never getting it?

     Years had passed at this point though, and Jean got used to the feeling of pretending he didn’t care. It got easier over time, the boy had become accepting of his fate. He was, and always will be the best friend. It was a little hard on his pride, but it definitely beats not having you in his life at all. That’s why Jean thought he would be fine when he accepted the invite to Marco’s party in which the entire friend group had been invited. A part of him was excited, knowing it had been awhile since the last reunion. Another part of him thought about the fact that he would be there, and he felt frustration slowly build inside him.

     “Ah, I’m so excited! It’s been a minute since we’ve seen everyone, huh?” The smile on your face made up his mind, knowing he could never say no to you. Jean chuckled and shook his head “Yeah yeah, it should be better than staying in that cramped dorm room doing homework” You furrowed your eyebrows, halfheartedly pushing his arm. “Oh shut up, not everyone has a mommy who can pay for a nice big apartment on this side of town.” You snickered, and Jean froze up, redness rising to his cheeks. “S-shut up! She has nothing to do with this, plus you know I’ve invited you to move in how many times now? I have an extra room that just sits empty, you know.” You shook your head and smiled “You know that my part-time job is not enough to cover rent and bills, Jean”. It was at this point Jean dropped the conversation, knowing he was fighting a lost cause. He tried explaining to you many times before he would let you stay for free, and Jean realized just how much you dislike charity work, even if it was never that to him.

     “Anyway, are you ready yet? We’re gonna be late now.” Jean ranted, looking up at the ceiling and scratching the back of his head. “Yes, you can stop complaining you loudmouth.” You bent over and put on your heel, standing back up and flattening out the wrinkles in your clothes. It was then Jean had taken a proper look at you, taking in the nicest outfit he had seen you wear in a long time, albeit quite revealing. His eyes trailed up your bare legs, and he could feel himself go slightly weak in the knees. You really were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He cleared his throat, bringing his gaze back up to your face (though unable to look you in the eyes). “Okay, we can take my car.” He grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter, opening the front door and waiting for you to walk out first. Jean’s attention was brought back to you when he noticed your hesitation. His face grew a curious expression as he looked at you expectedly. “y/n? Are you-” “Are you sure I look okay? I mean.. Eren is gonna be there, do you think he’ll like my outfit?” Your eyes were glued to the ground, and your blush had become apparent as you played with your fingers.

     Jean swallowed, pushing the dreadful and nauseous feeling from the fact you had been thinking about him down. He knew you had kept Eren in mind, but he wished he could ignore it just a little longer. “You look amazing, anyone who would pass up the chance to have you is a fucking idiot, y/n.” It was at this moment you made eye contact with the boy, the gentle smile he saw when he first met you making itself visible. “Thank you, Jean. I really couldn’t ask for a better friend.” Although you had meant it as a compliment to him, all it seemed to do was twist the knife he had in his stomach for so many years that much deeper. All he could bring himself to do was smile and nod, gesturing for you to go out the door to the car.

     He unlocked the doors to his blacked out Camaro, the top coming down to reveal black leather seats (his favorite birthday present, that car was his baby.). After opening the door for you, something he had made a habit of these past years, he got into the drivers seat. Putting the car in drive, you connected your phone to Bluetooth. He always let you play the music whenever you drove together. “Ooo, I have to turn this up!” You said enthusiastically, pushing the system in his car to its limit as you screamed the lyrics and danced. Jean let his eyes leave the road for a moment to glance at you, his heart swelling at the way your hair flew around you face from the wind. He really did have it bad when it came to you.

     “Okay, I’m pretty sure this is Marco’s new place. Should we head in now?” He asked, taking the keys out of the ignition and turning to stare at you. You heaved in a deep breath before fixing your hair in the mirror, and nodding to the boy. “Yeah, let’s go.” He said nothing as he got out of the car, immediately going to your door and opening it. That was something you had to get used to, you didn’t like to feel like you were of some importance. You let it go though, once you saw how insistent he was on doing it, ranting about how he had to be a gentleman or something like that. You grabbed the hand he offered out to you, standing up and walking to the front door of the home.

     Jean didn’t bother knocking, instead opening up the front door and walking in like he owned the place. This didn’t surprise you though, besides yourself Marco was Jean’s closest friend. The two were like brothers and you knew Jean was excited to see him after so long. “Jean! I missed that stupid face, how are you, loser?” Ymir hooked an arm around the boy’s neck, clearly already slightly intoxicated. Jean let out a string of cuss words, wrestling out of the tall girl’s strong grip as you turned your attention to her much smaller girlfriend, Historia. “Hey Historia! It’s been awhile, huh?” You smiled at the girl. She had always been so sweet, and you thought her and Ymir balanced each other out perfectly. “It has! Although it doesn’t look like those two have changed much.” You laughed at the pair and how ridiculous they looked before turning your attention to the kitchen.

     “Jean,” you tugged on this sleeve “will you come with me to get some drinks?” You didn’t let him answer, knowing it would be a yes. He silently followed you to the kitchen, smirking at himself when he realized how assertive you had become, especially when you used to be so shy. You began pouring yourself a shot of vodka, “Damn, this early?” Jean laughed as you shrugged your shoulders before downing the drink, wiping your lips on the back of your hand. “Look, we gotta get the night started somehow, right?” You raised your eyebrow as you held out the next shot you poured to his face. He gave you a smug expression, knowing you were challenging him although he has proven on more than once occasion that he can out-drink you. He kept quiet though, and threw the shot back with ease. You smiled at him, each of you taking one more just to get started.

     “Oh shit, when did you get here dude?” Marco stepped into his kitchen, going straight to Jean and did a simple handshake. “Not too long ago. Anyway, look at you! Got this big ass place all to yourself, huh?” Marco shook his head and laughed, not good at taking praise. The two friends talked for awhile, Jean feeling himself relax with the slight buzz from the alcohol. It had been only a couple minutes the conversation lasted, you talking a little when you had been mentioned. Jean’s attention was pulled from Marco when he saw you tense up from the corner of your eye, noticeably becoming more shy than you previously were. His gaze followed yours, when he was met with the one thing he really hoped not to see. 

     Eren sat on the couch, leaning back into with his arms spread out against the back of it, a beer in his hand as he occasionally took drinks from it. Your stomach turned when you saw him because fuck, he looked really good. His black long-sleeve and jeans were simple, but maybe it was the bun he had in his hair that made you almost start drooling. It took everything in Jean’s power not to let out a scoff at how obvious you were being, and how stupid the entire situation was. “Just stop, Jean. It’s not worth it. She doesn’t want you.” His own thoughts definitely brought down his happy mindset, trying his best to ignore the sympathetic look Marco was giving him. 

     He watched as Eren’s eyes met yours, his smile growing as he gestured you over to sit next to him. You got impossibly redder as you nodded and smiled, looking up at Jean and silently asking if he was okay on his own. He didn’t hold back his scoff at that, waving you off. “These are my friends too, remember? I’ll be fine, go ahead.” Your smile widened as you immediately turned and bee-lined to where Eren was sitting. The pain Jean felt had a sort of sick nostalgia to it, reminding him of the day he witnessed the blush on your face when Eren had walked through the door. Taking a deep breath and clapping his hands together, he feigned the most convincing smile he had and turned towards Marco.

“I need another shot!”

     “So what was that about?” Eren laughed lowly, tilting his head toward Jean after you took the seat he offered. “Huh? What do you mean?” You questioned, completely oblivious to what he was hinting at. “You looked like you were asking him for permission to sit with me or something, he isn’t your boyfriend or anything right?” You didn’t know why, but this comment slightly annoyed you. Maybe it was the condescending tone he put on, or the subtle diss to your best friend. You didn’t know, but it didn’t sit right. Shrugging it off you decided he probably didn’t mean in that way and you put on a smile. “Nah, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t ditching him. He’s my best friend.” Eren gave an exaggerated sigh of relief as a smug expression took over his features. “Well, that sure is a relief.” He says smoothly, putting a hand on your knee.

     You felt nothing but confusion when you didn’t get butterflies, but another hint of annoyance. What is wrong with you? You’ve liked Eren for years, this should be a dream come true! But it wasn’t, and things were moving too fast for you at the moment. It’s not like you were a “prude” or anything, you just couldn’t push down the bad feeling you had in your gut. “Uh haha, yeah! Can you give me a sec? I really have to use the bathroom!” Eren assured it was no problem, and you quickly stood up causing his hand to slip off of your knee. You walked a little faster than you normally would to the bathroom, turning and locking the door behind you. You felt nothing but frustration toward yourself, why are you being this way? Before this moment, if Eren would have asked you to hook up, you thought you would have gladly said yes. You enjoyed texting him and you found him very attractive, so what is this dread?

     You fixed your hair and outfit as much as you could, trying to freshen up before you go back into the crowded living room. On your way back to the couch where you were sitting, you decided to stop at the kitchen and take two more shots. Maybe it was your nerves and the anticipation that caused your hesitation, the alcohol should help with that. Taking a deep breath, you readied yourself and headed back to your spot. Turning your gaze to where Eren had been, you froze. There he was, with a random girl sitting on his lap as he whispered in her ear.

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     Jean sighed, stepping into the guest bedroom and sitting on the bed. He ran his hands through his hair and silently cursed himself. He wanted to have fun, he really did. But the moment he saw that flustered expression of yours from Eren’s presence, all he wanted to do was go home and feel bad for himself. His thoughts were racing, and it was probably the alcohol but he found himself becoming more angry than sad. Why didn’t you want him? He deserved you, he had always been there and he knows he could treat you so much better than that douchebag ever could. You deserve better, and fuck, so does he.

     The sound of the door being pushed open broke him out of his thoughts, and he was more than surprised to see you entering. He could already tell you were upset, he just couldn’t put his finger on the reason why. “Weren’t you with-” “I go to the bathroom for two minutes and he immediately starts trying to get into another girl’s pants? Can you believe that? I mean honestly” You continued your rant to Jean, but it was falling on deaf ears. He was getting more and more frustrated, the feeling settling in his bones as he tried to calm himself down. “I mean we aren’t dating, but all of our friends saw me sitting with him, you know how stupid he made me look? I just-” Jean whipped his head at you, a sharp glare meeting your gaze. “You want me to be real with you, y/n? He didn’t make you look stupid. You do that yourself pretty well.” The room went dead silent. You considered for a moment he was messing with you, and you let out a laugh of disbelief. “Jean what the fuck-” He stood up from his spot, his glare only hardening.

     “No! Just stop for a second. I’m so sick and tired of you fucking complaining to me when it’s you who chooses to settle for assholes who obviously don’t care about you. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re just a fucking idiot. But I know you’re not, and thats what frustrates me so much, you know that? You treat yourself like shit and then want me to be there to be the person who makes you feel better. I can’t do it anymore, I really can’t.” His voice had risen a little, but that wasn’t what got to you. It was the seriousness in his tone, you knew he was being genuine. Your eyes welled up with tears, feeling like you just got punched. “Jean, I-”

     “Let me finish y/n. I have always been there for you. Always. Despite the fact that you never got over Eren. Every time he ghosted you, who was there? You know what that’s like? To watch the person you’ve been in love with for years settle for the first asshole who comes her way? Do you have any idea what that does to me? You do realize you’ve been fucking torturing me for the last four years, right?” Your mouth went completely dry, and for the first time since this conversation began, you looked him in the eyes and felt even worse when you saw the glassiness of them. Your breath got shallow as your emotions intensified, your mind racing of all the times you had literally cried on his shoulder, and you thought of how bad he must have been hurting. He kept it to himself for your sake, not wanting you feel upset or worry about him, and you never noticed a thing. Fuck, how could you have been so selfish?

     You didn’t even think about it, your body moving on what felt like autopilot when you grabbed the boy by his collar and pulled him into a kiss. He stiffened, obviously very surprised at your action, before putting his hands on your shoulders and pulling back. His face was a cherry red when he searched your features, shaking his head with a sad expression. “y/n, I don’t want you to do this out of pity. Plus, you’re probably shit-faced right now.” You shook your head and put your hands on his wrists, keeping eye contact with him. “I’m only buzzed Jean, and this isn’t out of pity. A part of me has always loved you. I just have a habit of ruining things in my life and I really didn’t want you to be one of them.” Your eyes got impossibly wetter and a part of you was surprised they hadn’t fallen down your cheeks yet.

     Jean remained silent for what seemed like hours as he examined you expression. His eyes softened and you heart stopped when his hand went to the back of your neck to pull you into another heated kiss. It was a natural reflex the way you gripped onto the front of his shirt, your heart beating at a race you didn’t even know was possible. “Damn, he's a good kisser.” you thought to yourself. You gasped slightly at the feeling of his tongue brushing against your bottom lip. You deepened the kiss and fell back on the bed, pulling him down with you. He pulled away, breathing heavily when a smile grew on his face. “Where are you?” He got up from his position on top and walked to the door, turning the lock with a click. He stalked back to where you were sitting, standing between your legs as he towered over you. “I’ve waited for this for years, I’m not going to wait any longer.”

      Excitement bubbled in your stomach as you looked up at him, a slight pout to your lips. Jean reached his hand down to your face, squeezing both of your cheeks to even further tilt your gaze towards him. “How about it then, pretty girl? Wanna have some fun?” You didn’t hesitate to respond, trying your best to nod in his tight grip. “Yes, please Jean, please.” Although your voice was a little muffled, Jean got the message loud and clear. He gave a soft smile, furthering his hand down to lightly squeeze your throat instead. “Okay then, open wide angel.” You felt a little confused but listened anyway, opening your mouth wide for the boy above you. “What is he gonna-” your thoughts were cut off when you watched, almost in slow motion as Jean leaned over and spit into your open mouth. You froze for a fraction of a second, your mind racing as the excitement grew within you. That’s not what you were expecting but you were not complaining. Jean’s long index finger tilted your chin up, closing your mouth as he kept eye contact with you. “Swallow.” He said in a gentle yet demanding tone, and you knew you couldn’t make yourself say no to him. You swallowed the spit slowly, choosing to keep quiet and wait for his next move.

     “Look at you, such a good girl.” he pushed your body further up the bed so you were laying rather than sitting and once again hovered over you. “Gonna have to thank you for that, huh?” You squeezed your thighs together at his words, anticipation growing impossibly higher. He sat back on his calves, sitting between your legs as he spread them apart around him. His fingers ghosted up your legs, stopping at the hem of your shorts. He didn’t move an inch after that, looking at you expectedly. “Well, I’m waiting? You know all good girls ask nicely, right?” He couldn’t stop the smug expression from taking over even if he tried. You squirmed in his hold, desperate for some sort of contact. “Please Jean, I can’t wait anymore. I need you.” You closed your eyes as you felt him unbutton your shorts, sliding them off with ease along with your panties. “Gotta make sure you’re comfortable baby, tell me if it hurts, kay?” He slowly entered a finger inside you, his thumb circling around your clit slowly. Your lip was pulled in between your teeth as you bit down hard enough to almost draw blood. “Oh, fuck.” He softly laughed at that, going slightly faster to elicit more reactions from you. “That’s right baby, lemme hear you, yeah?” You didn’t hold back, letting out a moan knowing the music blasting outside would drown it out. Jean added another finger and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you had never felt bliss like this before.

     “E-enough Jean.” You let out through strained breaths, and Jean felt himself grow cold for second with fear. Fuck, were you regretting this? “I don’t want to wait anymore, I want you inside me. Please.” Jean’s chest filled with relief as he shook his head at you. “You needy baby, alright, I’ll give you what you want.” Jean pulled his fingers out of you, and stuck them in your mouth with no hesitation. “You sure you ready for me, sweet girl?” He pulled his pants and boxers off, lining himself up with you. You nodded frantically, putting your hands on his shoulders and pulling him down for a kiss. Jean pushed himself into you, pulling away from the kiss to let out a deep groan as his head fell onto your shoulder. “Fuck, you feel so good around me baby. You’re so good for me, you know that? I’ve wanted this for so long and it’s more than I could have ever imagined.” He ranted on almost senselessly as he was overwhelmed with emotion. “I love you so much, sweet girl. So so much.” You felt tears prick your eyes, from both the pleasure and his sentiment. “I love you Jean, I love you.” those words had more of an affect on him than anything else you said that night, and he felt himself coming close to the edge. “I think I’m gonna-” “Me too baby” he interrupted, placing his hand back on your throat and squeezing. “Cum with me, angel.” His words and the pressure on your neck was enough to send you over, raking your nails down his back leaving marks. He collapsed on top of you, his head resting in your neck as a tired smile rested on his face. You brought your hand up to scratch his scalp, completely fuck-drunk and forgetting of anything else that happened prior to this moment.

     “So that’s why you always open my car door for me, huh?”

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omg omg im so nervous to post this, not only is it my longest fic but this is the first time i have ever written anything remotely smutty before😳 if its not good pls be patient w me i am very new to this hehe

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[thewritetofreespeech]

MC + Cursed Toddler-fied Boys

prompt: All the boys suffer the same fate as Satan by reading ‘The Forbidden Book of Toddlerization’

Lucifer

You have to wonder why they kept so many cursed books around, just out like this. You would think, like any normal person, with this continuing to happen, that they would keep them locked up or something. But no. They just leave them out for anyone to find….

“I’m going to the meeting!” Lucifer yelled, stamping his foot. His face twist in a petulant frown. It would be rather adorable, if you hadn’t been arguing with him for the past 20 minutes

“Lucifer, we talked about this. You can’t go to the meeting. You need to stay here.”

“No! I wanna go to the meeting! It’s very important and everyone is counting on me!” His arms are wailing now as he stamped his foot more.

Of course, you couldn’t let him go to the first of the month meeting like this. His pride would be wounded beyond compare if anyone else saw him like this. But reasoning with him wasn’t working. You had to resort to more, unsavory tactic to win. “But the meeting was cancelled. Lord Diavolo called earlier to let me know.”

Lucifer stopped stamping his feet and waving his arms to look at you with a vacant expression you didn’t know he could muster. “Really?”

Gods help you. “Yes, really.”

He seemed to think about this for a moment before he beamed, “ok!” His mood instantly brightening. “I believe you, because [Y/N] would never lie to me.” ‘Forgive me Lucifer’ You think to yourself. “What are we gonna do instead then?”

“Why don’t we play a game instead to pass the time? Would you like that?”

“I know chess!” He exclaimed loudly. “Let’s play that.”

Of course, knowing and being good at it were two different things. In this state you were actually able to beat Lucifer several times. When he retuned to normal the day was ‘conveniently’ put away for sometime after.

Mammon

“Mammon. Please. I’ll just be gone for a minute.”

“Nooooooo!” Mammon wailed when you tried to get up again. Clinging to your waist tightly to keep you on the couch. “Onii-chan said you had to stay with me! Stay with me! Stay with me!”

After reading The Forbidden Book of Toddlerization, Mammon had, of course, reverted to the personality of a small child. His brother made fun of him, say ‘what’s the difference’, but Lucifer knew that this could be a disaster if he was set to wander free in this state across the Devildom. So he sat you to babysit him.

“Mammon, I promise I’ll be right back. I’m just going to get us some snacks for our movie.”

“Then let me come with you!” He whined, still clinging to you. In this state it seemed he had also taken on the personality of a baby duck. Imprinting on you and following you around everywhere you went in his room. He hadn’t left you alone for 5 seconds since he got this way. “I promise I’ll be good!”

“It’s not a question of you being good or bad Mammon-chan.” He liked to be called Mammon-chan right now. “It’s that you need to stay here. If someone sees you like this well…they could use it to tease you.”

“No…I don’t want to be teased anymore….” His voice was low, and sad. His bright eyes looking on the verge of tears, like kids do when they’re said, before he buried his face into your side. “Mammon-chan doesn’t want to be made fun of anymore. Mammon-chan also doesn’t want to be alone anymore.”

You sigh. Unable to argue with him when he was like this. Your hand lifted to pet his head, which he seemed to appreciate, before you text Satan to bring you some snacks. He was always reliable and would do it for you.

Once the affects of the book had worn off, Mammon denied any of this happening. The mere mention would cause his face to turn red and yell about how, “that didn’t happen!” You almost wish you had taken a video of it to show him. Guess you would just have to keep Mammon-chan forever in your heart.

Levi

You went to Levi’s room after class to check on him in his….condition.

Since he did remote learning a lot of the time, being an otaku, it was pretty easy to keep him away from people so they did see him in the current state he was in. Apparently as a toddler he didn’t like being around people either.

So, you had set him up comfortably in his room before heading to class. Promising to come back that afternoon to be with him.

“Levi! I’m back! How are you—what are you doing?!?!”

“Playing with my toys.” Levi replied, with an obvious expression, as a sea of toys stretch out in front of him where he laid on his belly on the floor.

Your brain stopped. Completely at a loss for words. Levi was going to kill you when he returned to normal, because toddler-Levi, left unattended, had unboxed nearly all of his figurines from their packaging. Some of which were incredibly rare, and unable to get anymore.

“I just…I mean…Why?? Why would you do this??”

“They’re my toys.” Levi replied with a pout. Sitting up. “I can do what I want with them. What’s the point in having neat toys if you aren’t going to play with them??”

He did have a point there. But adult-Levi was going to be so mad!

“Do you want to play with me?” The demon asked with a hopeful expression. “You can even be blue Ruri-chan.” The limited edition, color swap Ruri-chan from 1999. He was gonna blow a gasket!

“Yeah. Ok.” But then again, when were you ever going to be able to touch them again.

As expected, Levi totally lost it when he came to his senses. Of course, there was no one to blame but himself, in the end, so he just had to be upset and mope alone. Thankfully, none of them were broken or beyond just out of their originally packaging. He bought them all clear showcase boxes for his ‘ruined’ figurines. Some of them he could rebuy to replace; which seemed to make him happy to have two.

Satan

It had been hours since the affects of the book had taken ahold of Satan. You were starting to wonder if they would ever wear off.

Lucifer had left in search of another book, one that might help speed the process along, and left his younger brother in your care. Of course you were happy to help, but you were getting nervous you would never see the old Satan again.

“[Y/N]-chan?” You look up from your phone, waiting for Lucifer to text you back, to see the blonde demon looking timidly at you from around the corner. 

“What is it Satan?”

“Would you….read to me?” His hands holding out the small children’s book he had some how found in the piles of books covering his room.

You smile softly at him. Your heart warmed by his request. “Of course,” you tell him, and the demon scampered over to sit on the bed beside you. His long legs and body tucked neatly into you as he waited for you to tell him the story of a little lost chicken and it’s journey back home. “[Y/N] tells the best stories!”

After 3 stories, he had fallen asleep. When he woke up, Satan was back to normal. He doesn’t answer your questions on where the children’s books had come from, but you spot the red & gold spines on his book shelves sometimes.

Asmo

There was no denying that Asmo was fascinated by art and all things beautiful. He went on and on about it any chance he got. So you shouldn’t have really been surprised when his toddlerfied self just wanted to draw all day.

“Look, look [Y/N]-chan! I finished another one!”

“That’s great Asmo.” You praise. Just like you had done with all the other ones he had handed to you. “Wow! This is really great! Is that a….chicken?”

“No, silly! That’s the white horse for our carriage when we get married!” The demon beamed, then shuffled over on his knees to instruct you on his picture properly. “That’s you, and that’s me. That’s the princess carriage that’s going to ride us off into the sunset. That’s Solomon and Simeon throwing flowers at us. That’s my brothers crying because I got to marry [Y/N]-chan and they didn’t.”

“You certainly seem to have all the parts here.” You praise. Giggling at his enthusiasm and picture.

“I want to have a perfect picture of when we get married. Because I love [Y/N]-chan! And we’re gonna get married and live happily ever after.” He replied, with certainty, with a smile.

“Well, I’ll be glad for that. Why don’t you draw me our perfect house for after we get married?” Asmo scampered off and did just that.

When Asmo came to, and back to his normal self, he took all the pictures he had drawn and framed them. Forcing his brothers and Solomon to take a tour of his mini-art gallery. The piece ‘Marriage of Two Bonded Souls’ was met with some controversy.

Beel

Beel, in his younger days, seemed to have boundless energy. Or you at least had to assume he did, because ever since he had read that stupid book he had been running around.

Lucifer had told you to take him outside. Irritated at hearing his large feet clump around the house, but trying not to show it since it wasn’t his fault. He even let you both take Cerberus outside to help run Beel out. It would be good for the pup too. Get some exercise, he said.

That had been sometime ago, and it seemed baby-Beel and Cerberus were an even match in energy. They had been running around, chasing each other, and play fighting in the back yard all afternoon. You were tired just watching them.

“Beel! Do you want to come in? I think it’s time for a break.”

Both Beel and Cerberus pop their heads up, in a comical and adorable unison head tilt, before jogging over to you. “Break time means snack time right?!”

You chuckle a little. Somethings never changed. “I brought some apple slices & peanut butter for you, for now. We can get you something bigger when we go inside.”

Beel grinned and sat in the grass with the container. “I like apple slices!”

“You do hn?” You don’t think you’ve seen Beel eat an actual fruit on its own. It was usually attached to, baked in, or covered in something, to get him to eat it.

“Yep! They’re crunchy and sweet. Just like you! Though, I guess you aren’t crunchy. Do you want one of my apple slices [Y/N]?”

You blush a little at Beel’s bright, unwavering expression. How could he look so innocent while still looking like that?

He finished his apple slices, minus one, before asking if he could go play again. You let him, but then all of a sudden he spotted playing with Cerberus and stood straight up. Seeming confused on how he got out here and what was going on. “Did I eat an apple? I haven’t had one since….do you think we have more in the kitchen?”

Belphie

It was honestly hard to tell if Belphie was under the spell of the forbidden book or not. He’d been asleep for most of the time; which was not uncommon for him. Then he would wake up and whine a little about something; again, not uncommon for him. Then he would take another nap.

You had figure out that he was still under it’s spell by the requests he was making when he woke up. Juice boxes. More plushies. His ‘blankie’. Eventually it would run its course though, and Belphie would be back to his own sleepy eyed, grown up self. “[Y/N]?”

You walk over to the bed when the demon called your name. The boy half sitting up, but still tucked under his covers. “What is it Belphie?”

“I can’t sleep.” He stated. Which seemed ridiculous since he had been sleeping most of the day. “I miss Lilli. And Be-be. Can you sleep with me?”

You blink at little at the request. You supposed it made since. Kids often wanted someone to sleep with them, so they didn’t have bad dreams or could keep them safe. Maybe that’s why he had been sleeping so much. Because he hadn’t been sleeping well, just sleep.

“Sure Belphie. I’ll lay down with you.” The demon smiled softly, sleepy, before he scooted over to give you some space to lay next to him.

He slept for a while this last time. Clinging onto you in his sleep, with a soft smile on his face. When he woke up, it seemed he was back to normal. “Gosh [Y/N]. If you wanted to sleep with me, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t have to trick me with that lame book.”

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[holding-hands-and-hearts]

Maybe It Isn't

“I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse, some days.”

Cody’s silence was heavy with thought, the kind that hangs in the air like fog and that the wind isn’t strong enough to blow away. What is there to say?

Rex sighed and continued. “I feel bad for not being there. I know it’s not my fault - and it’s not like I wanted - ”

“No one would have if we knew what they were going to do.” Cody’s face twists, a moment of darkness.

They sit in the quiet, alone.

Neither of them were on Geonosis. But there are too many memories there, too many heartbreaks, a pain that the oldest of the clones all share. Lost brothers, lost time, as if the sand had simply swallowed them whole.

“I mean. I would have been there, if I wasn’t - ”

“All of us would have been if we weren’t.”

Rex closes his mouth and leans his head back against the wall. His muscles ache. When he blinks, the lights hold to the insides of his eyelids like ghosts, unwilling to give up the attention.

He would have been on Geonosis. If he hadn’t been unable to step away from the ARC program.

Cody would have been there too. If he hadn’t been forced to stay behind after the Jedi came to visit, when Lama Su began to mobilize the whole thing, and needed hands to make it happen.

But they weren’t.

There aren’t many Generation Ones left. Most of them died there, or since, haunted by the losses in the sands. Rex and Cody don’t share that.

The GAR is built from a patchwork of collective traumas, long memories, and shared pain. When a vod has a nightmare, there is always someone who’s had a version of the same dream. When they find shinies crying in the maintenance closets, they are never let alone. When someone loses a batchmate or riduur or best friend, there is always a brother dealing with the same thing. They build identities as mosaics, using the broken pieces of the ones they can’t save.

Every vod imagines, pragmatically, that they’ll die on the battlefield someday. It’s what they’re bred for. Sniped by a commando, shot out of the sky, fallen out of reach of the jetiise, faced with an enemy that is simply too powerful. Death is not pretty, but it’s less a reality than it is an inevitability. The only questions are when and where; the only thing that hurts is when you begin to figure out who you’ll die alongside and who you’ll leave behind.

Sometimes it’s hard to know which fate is kinder.

They lost so many on Geonosis. For Rex, his absence is a disservice. He has no right to a free pass. It’s his duty to fight, sure, but it’s his responsibility to be there for his brothers. Through the best of times, and the worst, and Manda knows there are more worsts than there are bests. But that only makes it more important.

It’s easy to tell who is still lost in the sands.

Maybe it’s better that Rex not wish things had been different.

Maybe it’s better that Rex wasn’t there. To think whether he really could have changed any of it.

Maybe it’s better that this trauma is one he sees only secondhand. To think that maybe it saved some of his pieces before they broke. That maybe it gives him a little more energy left over, enough to find the brother who’s still hyperventilating from a new fever dream or the shiny hiding his pain where he thinks it’s out of sight.

Maybe it’s better not to think.

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(Happy?) Clonetober Day 3! Today's prompt is OG ARCs, Batches, Nulls/Chip Removal. As always, the full list and any info you may need is on the lovely host blog @clonetober.

Can someone please give Rex and Cody some hugs? Our boys are emotionally drained - as dear Rex always is. I think he needs someone to look after him as well as he does for everyone else. And as for Cody - General Kenobi, come get your commander, please.

Someone just needs to love them.

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Futures Past p39 (Final part /o/) / On AO3

While preparing for a happy day, Nie Huaisang gets one last visit from his future self

Staring at his mirror, his tongue sticking out from the effort, Nie Huaisang tried to pin in place part of his hair, only for it to look as if he’d been struck by lightning more than once. He glared at his reflection, angry at it for not looking the way he’d hoped it would, and started removing the pins. It looked fine if he let it down, didn’t it? He didn’t need to do anything complicated, just like that wasn’t so bad.

“Your hair is a disgrace,” a cold voice said behind him, startling him.

Nie Huaisang froze for an instant, then took a deep, quiet breath, and put on a smile.

“I thought you weren’t coming back,” he said, looking at his older self’s reflection in the mirror.

The older man shrugged. “I had to see what a mess you’d made of things. And today is… special. I had to come. I had to make sure.”

“Well, whatever you want to shout about this time, be quick with it,” Nie Huaisang retorted. “Da-ge’s going to be so mad at me if the ceremony is late because of me.”

“What ceremony?” His older self hissed, grabbing Nie Huaisang by the shoulder and forcing him to turn around, his face a mask of pure rage. “After all this, you still couldn’t prevent Da-ge from taking these two as sworn brothers? I knew I couldn’t trust you, I knew you would mess it up, you’re just…”

“Oh, so that’s why you came today,” Nie Huaisang cut him, freeing himself from the older man’s grasp and returning to his ill-fated effort to deal with his hair. “It would have been today? But don’t worry, it’s not that ceremony at all. But Da-ge’s getting married today! Isn’t that great?”

His older self took a step back, as stunned by the news as if he’d gotten punched in the guts.

“He’s what? To whom?”

“I know, I was shocked too!” Nie Huaisang laughed while twisting a braid into a position he liked. “I really thought he’d never! I mean, I know he never did in your time, and I can imagine that wasn’t too nice for you. Maybe he just didn’t get the chance. The war lasted longer for you than it did for us. But well, we got Er-ge to turn to our side, and San-ge was there too, and…”

“So Da-ge still swore brotherhood with them, just earlier?”

“Listen old man, you need to learn to let me talk,” Nie Huaisang scolded, though he was too happy about the wedding to put any real heat in his words. “He swore brotherhood with certain people, yes, but not the same ones as before. Wen Xu is Er-ge, and Jin Zixuan is San-ge. Which annoys me, I never even realised he was a little older than me, he’s just such a brat! I really hoped I’d get to be someone’s Ge at last, it’s too unfair. I’ll have to figure out something with Wen Ning, it’s my only chance now! But anyway, the three of them became really close during the war, because they were the ones with the most to lose I guess.”

“Da-ge is sworn brother with Wen Xu,” his older self blankly repeated.

“Yeah, they make a good team, and became pretty good friends once they met away from Wen Ruohan,” Nie Huaisang confirmed, trying not to laugh at how distraught the older man looked. “And Jin Zixuan ended up being less useless than everyone expected, too. Who knew, he can be a little charismatic when he wants! He even had a fight with his mom about all those half siblings he has, you know? And now he’s trying to get them to come to Jinlin Tai if they want, and if they don’t want he at least gives them money so they don’t have to worry too much about life. And… and Meng Yao ended up going to Lanling after the war, sorry,” Nie Huaisang muttered, suddenly a little embarrassed. 

He expected a scolding, but his older self just stared in stunned silence, as if every word he was hearing just caused him more and more suffering.

“I swear it’s not as bad as you think! San-ge and him get so along well, and he has a good position, Xichen-gege says that he definitely looks happier than he ever did in your time, so it’s pretty certain that he won’t start murdering people!”

“Xichen… Er-ge was your source?” his older self asked, a deep frown on his face. “How…”

Nie Huaisang pressed a hand to his mouth. It had been so long since the old man’s last visit, almost two years, he’d all but forgotten that his future self hadn’t managed to get that detail out of him on past visits.

“Well, we don’t know either why Xichen-gege knew these things,” he confessed as he dropped his hand, figuring it’d be pointless to hide anything now. “But he helped a lot. We changed things! We made things better! It was so scary, and I really thought I was going to die, but… we managed.”

“And you must be so proud of yourself,” his older self said with a sarcastic smirk. “You did it all without my help.”

“I didn’t do it without your help,” Nie Huaisang protested. “But I did it without all your anger, that’s certain. You really are an angry person, you know that? I swear, you’ve asked me to kill way too many people, and to be mean way too often, and I’m glad I didn’t listen.”

“Anger is all I have left.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound very healthy,” Nie Huaisang muttered as he tried again to do something with his hair, only to quickly give up for good. “I think you should make friends with people. With new people, if you think your old friends won’t be any good. I’m pretty good at making friends, it turns out, so I think you would be too, if you just tried.”

“I fear it’s too late for me,” his older self said, and he really did look older then. He also looked so sad, now that he wasn’t so angry.

Nie Huaisang didn’t think before acting, and launched himself at the older man, hugging him as tight as he could. He felt his older self tense under such unexpected demonstration of affection, but didn’t let go and instead just hugged him tighter.

“It’s going to be fine,” Nie Huaisang told him. “I don’t think it’s too late. I think you just need to try. You’re a bit of an asshole, but that’s fine, you can still make friends. You’ve just got to try. It’s been very long since you tried, right? And I get it, a lot has happened to you, and you’re scared, and… but I think it’d be good for you to make friends. Maybe try talking again to Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng. Or other people!”

“I think all of your friends are dead here,” his older self bitterly pointed out, but at least he stopped trying to free himself from the hug, and even finally returned it.

“Then find your own people. I told you, we’re good at making friends, it’s just got to be the right people. And now that I’ve imparted my great wisdom upon you, you need to go,” Nie Huaisang ordered. He tried to end the hug, but now it was the older man who didn’t quite want to let go. “Come on, I have to go too, it’s almost time for the bride to get here!”

“Surely you’re not ready yet,” his older self said, freeing him at last, but only to give him a critical look.

“Why not? Those are the best robes I own, ordered specially for this, and I’ve got nice earrings, and that nice guan, and this is my best fan which Xichen-gege gave me, and…”

“You are a disgrace,” his older self stated. “Do your hair properly. This isn’t how a Nie looks on special occasions.”

Nie Huaisang shrugged. “I can’t get the hang of it. This is fine anyway, it looks nice.”

“It’s not about looking nice, it’s about upholding our traditions, you little idiot. What did you do when they sent you to Gusu during the war, if you didn’t even learn how to properly do your hair?”

“Oh. Well, I didn’t go to Gusu. I ended up going to Jinlin Tai, and I mostly helped San-ge by spying on people of his sect to make sure nobody was trying to undermine him. And when they did, I’d send Jin Zixun to beat them up for me, or else I’d denounce them to Jin Furen. Jin-xiong had to beat up a lot of people. I thought Da-ge had had a rough time of it when he became sect leader, but those Jins are the worst.”

“Jin Zixuan is sect leader?” his older self asked, a deep frown creasing his brow. When Nie Huaisang nodded, the frown deepened. The old man snatched the comb from where Nie Huaisang had put it near the mirror, and started undoing all his work. “I braid your hair, you tell me about what happened in your Sunshot Campaign. Now.”

So they did just that. Nie Huaisang started with explaining how Lan Xichen had warned his uncle and Nie Mingjue of the incoming war, who in turn had done their best to ensure that smaller sects knew to prepare as well, so they weren’t caught by surprise when the Wens’ ambition exploded. He explained about Wen Chao’s death, and running away with some of his friends, trying to escape the Wen cultivators pursuing them, about getting lost a few times trying to shake them off and how terrifying it had been, how glad he’d been to make it home at last.

He then explained what he hadn’t known while he was on the run, about Jin Guangshan’s murder, about the Wen starting the war, about Wen Xu and Wen Qing choosing to betray Wen Ruohan, which had considerably shortened the war, and all that without Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian ever losing their golden cores or developing horrible new cultivation techniques. He also mentioned Qin Su being rescued by Nie Mingjue and spending the war in Qinghe, which she must have liked since she was now coming to live there for good.

“Is Qin Su really a Jin?” Nie Huaisang couldn’t help asking.

“Hm, Her mother had an affair with Jin Guangshan for a couple of months.”

“I thought he’d taken her by force?” Nie Huaisang gasped, trying to turn his head, only to get his hair pulled at. His older self was a skilled hairdresser, but not a gentle one. He’d nearly torn off a handful of hair upon hearing that Xue Yang wasn’t dead after all.

“I see Er-ge truly told you everything. Now consider this: it suited my purposes to darken Jin Guangshan’s character, Qin Furen wasn’t around anymore to correct me, and the servant who had helped them meet in secret would have said just about anything I asked, as long as I paid the right price.”

“So you lied.”

That earned Nie Huaisang a sharper pull on his hair.

“Considering how much you’ve lied to me and others, I don’t think you’re in any position to judge,” his older self scolded. “What do you think of Qin Su as a bride for Da-ge?” he then asked, sounding a little unsure. “Is this just a political alliance?”

“Oh no, she likes him a lot for sure, and he’s playing it cool but he likes her too. They get along really well, and Da-ge keeps saying he can’t wait for her to live here again, because she’s the only person who manages to keep us all under control, and she doesn’t even need to yell for it. She’s just so nice, nobody wants to upset her.”

“Hm. She was nice,” his older self agreed in a soft voice. “I always liked her. She made visits to Jinlin Tai less unbearable. If I’d expected she would react that badly to learning about her mother and her son… but what’s done is done.”

That sounded suspiciously like a regret, Nie Huaisang thought, and it sounded like an actual display of an emotion that wasn’t burning hatred. Maybe there was still hope for that man after all, if he still knew how to be human.

“I’m almost done here,” the older man announced, starting to pin the braids in place. “You’d better hurry with the rest of your story.”

Nie Huaisang did just that. Everything else was less interesting, if only because he’d been less involved in the action of the war, and he didn’t have time to detail just how cutthroat the Jins could be. But Nie Mingjue had been the tactical head of the following months of war, while Jin Zixuan had become something of a symbol of resistance against Wen Ruohan, because unlike with Nie Huaisang’s father, this time nobody could deny that Wen Ruohan had murdered a fellow sect leader. And then, much faster than anyone had anticipated, the war had been over.

“You see, Er-ge was captured after a battle,” Nie Huaisang explained. “And his father taunted him about a bunch of stuff, and how he was going to do awful things to Wen Furen, and to little A-Yuan, and to everyone else too. It got Er-ge really furious, and nobody had checked him for hidden weapons because they all thought he was useless anyway, and he managed to slit his father��s throat by surprise. Can you believe that?”

“Wen Ruohan’s pride was always his downfall,” his older self commented. “In my Sunshot Campaign, he was stabbed in the back by Meng Yao, who was spying on him as a servant.”

“Well, he didn’t this time, he stayed with the Jiangs. But now he’s not Meng-xiong anymore, he’s Jin Ziyao.”

The older man hummed, wrinkling his nose.

“You’ll have to keep an eye on him. I’m very annoyed you still let him go to Lanling after all I’ve told you.”

“I know, I know,” Nie Huaisang sighed. “I will be careful! But I don’t think that San-ge wants to kill Da-ge like Jin Guangshan did, and I don’t think Jin-xiong would just spontaneously murder people without good reason. Anyway, it’d be a disaster for Lanling if they made enemies with us now. We’re too strong, with too many allies! Between Da-ge’s marriage and Nie Hui’s…”

“Nie Hui got married?”

“Yes. As soon as the war was over, she married Lan Qiren, and now she’s already pregnant. It’s so gross, they’re both so old, have they no shame? It’s so… are you alright?”

The older man shook his head. With trembling hands he attached Nie Huaisang’s crown to his hair, then took a quick step back, looking as if he were fighting tears.

“So they’re married,” he whispered. “Da-ge told me once that they’d been sweet on each other for years, but Lan Qiren wanted to raise his nephews before all else, and by the time they’d come of age…” he sighed, almost a sob. “Nie Hui died during the war, right at the very end of it. I’m glad she was luckier this time. I’m glad they both were.”

The older man fell silent, and motioned for Nie Huaisang to look at himself in the mirror, probably so he could get a moment to recover from having experienced an emotion other than rage or sorrow.

Nie Huaisang grinned at his reflection, amazed to see his hair done so neatly that even Nie Mingjue probably wouldn’t look so good. All dressed up like this, he could almost forget his slightly crooked nose, everything else about him so great that it distracted from that one defect. He would almost have felt sorry for his brother, who wouldn’t be the most handsome man in attendance at his own wedding, but it couldn’t be helped.

“I look amazing!”

His older self scoffed, but couldn’t refrain a smile. “Just you wait. You’re a bit of a late bloomer when it comes to looks, but in two years you’re going to be even more handsome than that, and it only gets better from there.” The older man paused, his expression growing serious again. “I’ve always thought I wasn’t worth anything when I was your age,” he said. “After Da-ge died, I convinced myself that everything happened because I had been too stupid and too weak to prevent it. But you… you’ve done well. You’ve done better than me.”

“I did the best I could,” Nie Huaisang replied. “And so did you, you did the best you could with what you had. And we’re both going to continue doing just that.”

“I guess. I just don’t know what it is I’m supposed to be doing now.”

“You’re supposed to make new friends,” Nie Huaisang reminded him. “I really think it’d be good for you.”

“Brat,” the older man said, but where before he’d always made it sound as an insult, now it sounded almost as affectionate as when Nie Mingjue said it. “Maybe I will try to make friends. But I should go now, or I’m going to make you late.”

“Will you ever come back again?”

The older man hesitated. Rather than answering right away, he pulled on Nie Huaisang’s robes there, straightened something there, until he was satisfied with a job well done.

“No, I don’t think I’ll return,” he said at last. “You said it yourself last time: you don’t need me anymore, and I… I have to accept I won’t change my own past. It wouldn’t be healthy for me to come here again.”

“Farewell then,” Nie Huaisang said sadly, struck by the thought that he would have liked to find out if his older self ever healed, if he ever made friends, if he ever learned to be happy again.

“Farewell,” his older self said, bowing before him. “Thank you for doing what I couldn’t. Take good care of Da-ge for me.”

Nie Huaisang bowed as well, feeling a few tears on his cheeks. When he stood straight again, he was alone once more. He sighed, wiped the wetness around his eyes, glanced one last time at the mirror to see how good he looked, and darted out of the door to join everyone else.

Su She, who had been on a visit in the Unclean Realm for some weeks, scolded Nie Huaisang for being almost late, while also complimenting him for his looks. That compliment Nie Huaisang got a few times, and from several people, though the only times it really mattered to him where when Su She said it, when Nie Mingjue affectionately called him a peacock, and when Lan Xichen silently stared at him from a respectable distance, as awed as if Nie Huaisang were a visiting god.

Pleased with the effect he was having, Nie Huaisang could bear with all the ceremonies of his brother’s long awaited wedding.

It was a pretty great wedding, all things considered, and everything went exactly according to plan. Nie Mingjue got only a little teary as he took his bows with his new bride, and he barely let go of her hand before and after those bows, as if he thought someone might come and steal her from him otherwise. Qin Su’s expression was hidden by her red veil, but she would still turn her head to look at her new husband here and there, radiating such joy that one didn’t need to see her face to guess she was smiling. 

To Nie Huaisang it seemed like a very good start to a wedding, though there was certainly going to be an even better start once they were alone together, as he loudly teased when the young couple retired from the party. Nie Mingjue, who had been taking all the jokes from younger relatives in stride, rolled his eyes at that comment and pushed them all out of his room, which prompted Nie Huaisang to make even worse remarks until the door was slammed shut into his face.

Nie Huaisang cackled about his brother’s impatience with a few others, until he felt a hand in his, pulling him away from the group with no less eagerness than Nie Mingjue had just displayed. In an instant he stopped laughing so much and instead grinned just as foolishly as his brother had done all day, while Lan Xichen led him away from the party. Nie Huaisang willingly followed, almost giddy with joy.

“Xichen-gege, how bold,” he couldn’t resist teasing. “One might think you have something in mind, taking me away from everyone like this.”

“I do have something in mind,” Lan Xichen retorted, linking their fingers together but never stopping to pull. “My uncle is married, and awaiting his first child. Your brother is married, and by the look of things determined to do everything he can to have a baby as well. I think that neither of us has to worry about the future of our families, and you know what that means.”

They’d almost reached Nie Huaisang’s rooms by then, the door only a few steps away. His face was burning hot, his heart beating hard in anticipation. And yet, even like that he couldn’t resist teasing some more.

“Gege, I’m not very clever,” Nie Huaisang whined, earning a disbelieving scoff. “I’m not! You’ll have to make your meaning more clear than that. I just don’t know what you could want from this poor, innocent but very handsome young cultivator!”

“Then I will tell you,” Lan Xichen replied, pulling him close. Nie Huaisang wrapped his arms around the older boy’s waist, while Lan Xichen’s hands came to rest on his shoulders, his fingers brushing against Nie Huaisang’s neck, keeping him close. “We’d agreed that we’d wait until after the war, until after we’d seen if your brother and my uncle would start their own family, to decide what to do with the fact that I’m in love with you, and you’re in love with me. We’re here now, and the only reason I haven’t kissed you yet is because I want to hear you say you still want it.”

“I do,” Nie Huaisang urgently whispered, pressing himself harder against Lan Xichen, needing to be closer still, as close as two people could get. “I still do, I’ve waited this long… please, kiss me now?”

Lan Xichen smiled, outshining the sun, and promptly obeyed, giving what they’d both already agreed should count as their first kiss. After all, the one that had followed their confession back in Gusu had just been a test, and whatever few kisses they’d stolen during the war didn’t count, because they’d just been so relieved about both being alive. This, now, was their true first kiss, the real deal at last.

If Nie Huaisang’s brain had not been otherwise occupied, he would have reflected that as far as first kisses went this had to be an excellent one, certainly well worth the wait, and even more so because he could be certain there would be less waiting involved for their second kiss, and the many more that were sure to follow.

#xisang #nie huaisang #lan xichen #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #jau writes #double time travel

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Forbidden - Chapter 2

Summary- Jess couldn't stop thinking about the guy she'd met in the coffee shop, he was drop dead gorgeous, mature and everything she's always wanted but how would she find him again when she didn't even know his name?

Word count- 3.1K

Pairing- Prof!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, slight smut talk

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 13th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

Chapter 1

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again.

If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates? 

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

"Morning, you feeling any better?" Ellie was awake before me as usual, she spent hours getting ready in the morning and was now sat at her desk finishing her make up.

"I suppose, can't beat myself up forever can I?" I was more the get up and go kind of girl, I could never understand why she'd take hours getting ready just to go to class but I suppose you never know who you're going to bump into.

"No you can not. Not when there's literally thousands of guys here to take your pick of." 

"Psh!" I finally pull myself out of bed after thinking about the thought of possibly bumping into my hunk again I changed my mind about making myself a little more presentable.

"What d'ya mean psh?" Ellie turns to look at you, her mascara wand in her hand and only one eye made up, she looked ridiculous. How could you take her seriously looking like that? 

"I mean I'm not interested in these childish boys anymore El, I want a man." 

"Fuck me, you spoke to the guy for two minutes and already you're acting like you've lost the love of your life." Wow, that hurt a little.

"I didn't say I was talking about him although it would be nice. I just meant I'm sick of playing all these childish games and never knowing where I stand. Don't you get sick of being the one who always falls deeper? Getting messed about and then being the one who's left hurt?" I joined her at the desk, putting on a little mascara and eyeliner. "I want a man who knows what he wants and treats me better. Don't you?"

"Well shit, when you put it like that I can't argue with you. It would be nice, hey I wonder if Mr Aussie has a brother?" She waggles her eyebrows at me, making me laugh. "I gotta go babe, what class you got?" 

"My first Comms class this morning." I did not sound excited at the prospect because I really wasn't. I'd put it off in freshman and sophomore years but thought I better get it over and done with before my senior year.

"Oh really? I didn't know you'd taken that class. I heard a load of seniors talking the other day and apparently the Professor is drop dead gorgeous. I was thinking about taking it up too just to see what all the fuss was about." 

"Well that should make the class a lot more interesting, maybe it isn't going to be as bad as I thought."

"See, every cloud and all that. See you tonight, fancy the bar?" She shouts over her shoulder as she walks towards the door.

"Sounds good, see you later."

I looked over my outfit I'd already chosen for the day, just some jeans and a plain t-shirt and realised it wouldn't do. Not when there's the prospect of a hot Professor to impress. My wardrobe desperately needed an update, especially now I was focused on finding myself a man and not one of these easily pleased college boys, that were happy with anything as long as I showed a bit of leg and tits. I settled with some tight black jeans with a black, lace-rimmed, cami body suit and a cute little cream, cropped blazer to finish it off. It made me feel confident when I checked myself out in the mirror and if I do say so myself I looked smoking hot. I checked the time on my phone, realising I was going to be late I quickly ran the curling tongs through the ends of my long blonde hair before grabbing my bag and rushing out of the door.

In the hopes of catching the eye of this new professor I'd completely forgotten about the hottie from the coffee shop, which was probably a good thing, it's not like I'm ever going to see him again. I kind of wished I would though, especially when I was looking and feeling this great but hey, on to bigger and better prospects.

I thought that being late would mean I'd be stuck with a lame choice of desk in class but luckily the back row was practically empty and I could hide in the corner of the lecture theatre. I laughed to myself when I realised that practically all the girls were occupying the front desks, obviously they'd heard the rumours too.

I pushed my hair behind my ears and fumbled in my bag for my pen and notepad, when I glanced to the door and caught the eyes of a student I hadn't seen before. I couldn't deny how attractive he was, with his bright blue eyes and floppy hair, oh and that smile. Wow! He smiled brightly at me as he made his way to the back of the class, his eyes glinting, shining like diamonds as he ignored the whispers from the girls at the front. The whole row of desks were free so when he chose the desk right next to me, my stomach fluttered.

I kept my eyes on my notepad, doodling on the front cover so as to avoid that eye contact with him again. I could see a cheeky glint in his eyes and I'd learnt from experience what that meant, trouble. I wasn't ready to get myself back into a situation like that again.

My eyes shot to the front as I heard the room erupt into wolf whistles, the girls at the front giggling and whispering to each other, I rolled my eyes at them, how embarrassing. 

Then I realised what all the fuss was about and my heart almost stopped beating, thudding against my chest at an alarming rate. How is this even possible? How the fuck could he be a professor? Surely he's not old enough. Oh fuck.

I sank lower in my chair, willing the ground to just swallow me up or maybe if I got low enough I would escape his notice. No such luck, his eyes scanned the class and when they fell on mine, his face lit up with anger? No not anger. A hunger. His eyes scanned my body, falling over my hair and down to my cleavage. I felt hot under his gaze, was I blushing? Sweating? Oh god, I've never wished for class to be over so much in my life.

My professor was the guy I'd been shamelessly flirting with in the coffee shop. I don't understand how this could be real, I know I wanted to bump into him again but this is such a cruel twist of fate. I'd never even suspected him to be a professor, he was so damn thick and muscly. The clothes he wore were so stylish and he looked way too young to be a professor. He must be so embarrassed that he'd been flirting with a student, I definitely was embarrassed that I'd been flirting with a professor.

I was so panicked, I didn't have a clue what to do in this situation. Squirming in my seat, trying to look anywhere but at the Professor but I could feel his eyes on me as he prepared for the class to start. People were still whispering amongst themselves and I risked a glance in his direction, that made me bite on to my lip to stop myself from screeching. His eyes were still on me, subtly glancing up from the pile of paper he'd just taken out of his bag, his eyebrows furrowed as he studied me. He certainly didn't look embarrassed infact he looked downright feral and the thought of it made my pussy clench, so much so I had to cross my legs under the table.

"I guess you're obsessed with this new Professor too, huh?" The guy next to me leant across his desk to whisper and fuck me if I wasn't imagining it but he was Australian too. Like have we just suddenly had a huge delivery of hot Australian guys arrive at the University? This was just downright unfair, how was I meant to cope?

"No, what makes you say that?" Why did I ask that question? Like it wasn't obvious how much I was sweating and squirming in my seat. Luckily he didn't have time to answer when my eyes were drawn back to the professor as he stood at the front of the class with his hands casually in his pockets and cleared his throat to get our attention.

If I wasn't mistaken, now he looked angry, the muscles in his neck more prominent as he glared between me and the guy next to me.

Was he angry that my attention had been taken away from him and was on another guy? Or because we were talking when we should've been paying attention?

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." That sexy accent makes me sweat even more, nevermind the fact that his eyes keep finding their way back to me. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." His eyes meet mine again, a knowing look in them.

"G'day mate." Some idiot from the back shouted, making everyone laugh and I couldn't help but join in a little. Professor Hemsworth smiled at the joke, his eyes creasing in the corners and his smile growing wider when he looked to me and saw me giggling.

"Yeah, very original. Alright, alight, settle down now." His voice is so commanding and authoritive, it's such a turn on. "So, I haven't been here for very long and I'm still getting used to how different things are here. The weather for one." He earned a couple of laughs from people. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him, he was so mesmerizing. The way his face animated as he spoke, his eyebrows raising and lips curling.

"I was going to ask you all to go easy on me but that's not going to happen is it?" He got a couple of head shakes and sympathetic looks from the girls. "No, I thought not. Well now it's my turn to torture you. I'll start alphabetically, stand up and tell everyone something about yourself." I swallowed back my fear, this is the reason I'd put off this class until now and as if it wasn't hard enough talking in front of a whole class I now had to do it in front of Professor Hemsworth too.

"Claire Abbott." Fuck. He'd started, at least my name would be one of the last ones.

"Hi I'm Claire." The tall blonde at the front stood up, twirling her hair around her finger and giggling like a child. I rolled my eyes at her and caught the Professor smirk in my direction. "I erm… I don't know what to say?" She looks up at the Professor questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind." He replied.

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I rolled my eyes again, scoffing quietly and Professor Hemsworth had to hold in a laugh as he looked in my direction.

"Talk about predictable." The guy next to me leaned over to whisper to me again.

"Totally." I laughed back at him and when I looked back at the Professor he was glaring straight at us again, his face set sternly.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" Professor Hemsworth said sternly, everyone turned around to look at us but I barely noticed, I was too focused on the way his stern voice made my cunt flutter when he called me out.

I didn't speak for the rest of the class, although I had the urge to, just to hear the way his voice sounded when he was angry. I couldn't concentrate on what the other students were saying, too focused on watching the way the Professor's face changed everytime he looked my way, which was pretty often, to my suprise.

"Jake Hudson." In my peripheral, I saw the guy next to me stand and when he did, Professor Hemsworth's eyes narrowed.

"Hi I'm Jake." He pushed his hands in to his pockets cooly, glancing at me as he did. "I'm also from Australia." He looked at the professor slyly, a smirk forming on his lips, laughing at the other students shouting G'day mate. "I was forced to move here but I'm glad I did because I've just met the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." The class burst into rounds of whistles and cheers as Jake sat down, smiling at me cockily. I could feel my cheeks blushing, I was flattered, he was absolutely gorgeous but hadn't I sworn of boys my own age?

Professor Hemsworth looked even more angry now as he loosened his tie a little, that black tie that draws my view down, like a arrow pointing straight to his cock. I tried to keep my eyes down on my desk, doodling in my notebook so I could avoid that hungry gaze, anxiously waiting for my turn. What the hell was I going to say?

"Jessica Watson." Shit. I stood slowly, trying to give myself more time to think, I couldn't stand everyone's eyes being on me especially the Professors and Jakes.

"Hey, I'm Jessica." I smiled nervously, tucking my hair behind my ear. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." I looked away from the chalk board so I could search Professor Hemsworth's face. "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." I sat down keeping the gaze of the professor, I'd forgotten I was in a room full of people until I heard the ooh's and ahh's and my cheeks turned scarlet. The Professor's eyes glowed with heat as he watched me sit down before shaking his head and turning back to the class. Jake also caught my eye as I sat back at my desk, my cheeks still burning, he smiled at me, the kind of smile that crinkles your eyes. I felt kind of bad that he probably thought I was talking about him when in fact I was talking about our professor.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." He looked at me again. "Some of you, not so much." He raised his eyebrows at a group of guys. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." His eyes scanned me as he turned around to sit at his desk, I watched a couple of girls approach him predictably.

"Are you going to the party at our frat this weekend?" I had to reluctantly pull my eyes away from the Professor while Jake spoke, so he was a Alpha Kappa, not surprising really.

"Yeah, I think so. My roommate mentioned it."

"Oh good, I'll see you there then. Jessica." He smiled, standing from his seat.

"Jess." I corrected him. I hated being called Jessica, it was so formal.

"Well Jess, I'll see you around." He winked at me as he pulled his backpack on to his shoulder.

There were still a couple of girls taking up the Professor's attention and I wasn't sure yet whether I wanted to sneak past or wait to speak to him. I thought about it for a minute my fingertips drumming against my desk when the girls left and he was alone. As soon as the door closed, his gaze was on me and I could hear the silence in the room like a ringing in my ears. We stayed like that for a couple of seconds, staring at each other, no one saying a word until her cleared his throat. I blinked a couple of times, realising how stupid I must look before getting up from my seat and packing my things away.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I could hear amusement in his voice as he sat back on his desk casually, his arms folded across his chest.

"I erm…" I walked towards him, my legs feeling like jelly all of sudden and trying not to fall down the stairs. "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." I said as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I didn't know what to do with myself but I was nervous about getting closer to him. He made the atmosphere feel tense, like if I was to reach out and touch him I would burn my fingers so I stood awkwardly at the bottom of the steps.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" He cocked his eyebrow at me, still looking amused as he watched me squirm. When he said he'd been hoping to bump into me again it made me feel more confident, like I wasn't imagining the way he'd been looking at me for the last hour.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." I smiled at him as I finally closed the distance between us, watching his eyes flare with hunger when I called him Professor.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" His eyes narrowed, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as I got close enough to touch him, I didn't though. I didn't dare break that boundary, not yet.

I smiled at him through my lashes, biting on to my lip. "I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." Wow! I was not expecting that, did I sound like a slut? Shit. I looked back up at him and caught him gulp, that hunger in his eyes shining, his pupils blown with lust, he loosened his tie even more and I caught a glimpse of his smooth chest and chickened out. The tension was way too much and I was about to do something I was going to regret, I could live with being a huge tease instead.

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" I smiled to myself when I noticed the muscles in his jaw tense as he ground his teeth together. Turning to leave I looked back over my shoulder and his eyes were glued to my hips, watching them sway as I walked and I realised I had him exactly where I wanted him but was it worth the risk?

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