#i am once again asking has anybody warned the brother.

[lastonthebrakes]

what's more insane miami's 70 points or travis kelce basically hard launching him and taylor swift

#i am once again asking has anybody warned the brother. #does he KNOW

[multiversediaries]

enough.

klaus mikaelson x reader

summary: caroline has always been the one everyone prefers and chooses over you. how dare you think klaus would be any different?

warnings: small angst!!!

part count: 2/2

a/n: hi! sorry it took me a while for me to write the second part, but i really hope you guys enjoy it!!! i loved the plot for this, but i truly had the biggest writers block on it, hence the long hiatus :3 but i’m officially back~ please enjoy and take care of me again in the future ^-^

part one

you hugged yourself, as you walked back home from the convenience store near your home. it was a chilly night. mystic falls has always been a cold city, but lately, for you, there hasn’t been a warm day. not ever since your break up with klaus mikaelson.

thinking of klaus was painful, as you remembered that night at the ball. the night you caught him lovingly staring into caroline’s eyes, and kissing her. you both ultimately broke up. well, you decided to call things off. you just couldn’t forgive his betrayal. he knew. caroline has always been a worry in your life. from past relationships to your career, everything was a competition and you always lost. klaus was no exception. it seemed klaus and caroline had actually became a couple after your break up. it was heartbreaking to say the least.

“y/n, please wait just a second. listen to me, dear.” klaus asked desperately, his eyes slowly but surely watering at the realization of what was happening. you held your suitcase close to you, your hand tightening around the handle, trying your hardest not to give in to klaus anymore.

“let me go.” you repeated once again, not daring to meet his eyes anymore.

“y/n, please.” klaus pleaded. “i’m sorry. i truly am. i never intended for this to happen.” he said, his hand trying to hold yours, but you pulled away again. apologies meant nothing. you had nothing else to say. you were done. your relationship was done.

“darling, please, just—” klaus pleaded yet again, his hands now laid on your soaked cheeks. the nickname tugging at your broken heart. a few tears left your eyes in pure anger and betrayal.

“no!” you raised your voice, your throat aching as you continued. “you kissed her!” you said, as you forcefully removed his hands from you. klaus stared, sorrow in his eyes, shaking his head.

“y/n—”

“do you love her?”

“what?” klaus asked, taken back by the sudden question. you wiped your teary eyes and spoke again.

“answer me. do you love her?” you asked once again, terrified of the answer. but needing the response.

“please..” klaus begged, not daring to respond. but you knew the answer. after all, who were you next to the caroline forbes?

you nodded in response, understanding. you weren’t her. you would never be as special as her. who were you to think you could be appreciated and loved? how naive. you sniffled, placing a few strands of your hair behind your ear, ready to walk out of his life for good. klaus looked for your eyes, worried about you, and about the hurt he has caused you. but you never met his eyes. you completely ignored his existence, and left.

you shivered gently, as warm air left your mouth. you held the grocery bag, that contained a few snacks, headache pills and a bottle of wine, to continue to drown your sorrows in. you were over him. you swore you were. but from time to time, you couldn’t help but hurt. you have never loved anyone the way you loved klaus. not matt nor tyler. no one ever came close, not that it mattered anymore.

the streets were empty, probably due to all the werewolves and vampire attacks in the city. this was no surprise to you, you were used to it. werewolves and vampires just didn’t scare you anymore. who would even try to lay a hand on you? you were klaus mikaelson’s ex girlfriend, and a close friend of the mikaelson family. the brothers and rebekah had been taking great care of you. they knew more than anybody what happened between you two, and understood your need for space. kol and elijah were very fond of you. rebekah believed they were in love with you, often joking about another love triangle. the mikaelson family has helped you so much through all of this. it has been a year. you healed, but you never wanted to see caroline or klaus ever again.

you pouted a bit, as you realized how quite far the store was from your place. you wanted to be home already. times like this is when you wished to be a vampire. the speed would really help you right now. you smirked at your dumb thoughts as you fixed your airpod, continuing your walk home. you took out your phone, wanting to skip a song, when you heard a familiar voice call out for you.

“y/n?” the voice asked, making you almost freeze in your tracks. please don’t let this be who you thought it was.

your eyes looked up from your phone screen and met his. your past lover’s eyes. the eyes of the man you so desperately loved, but you felt nothing but sadness for. you took a deep breath as you took a look at him. he looked good. healthy.

“it’s—” klaus started, before looking down at the watch in his wrist, his eyes full of worry and confusion. “it’s two am, love… why are you wandering around so late at night?” klaus asked gently, scared to anger you, or sadden you, but so worried about you.

it was very late already. it had been dangerous around town. he knew you were an easy target to hurt him. you were human, and had no protection around you. klaus lived in constant fear of waking up with the news of your death or kidnapping done by his many enemies. you tilted your head at his soft tone. you sighed softly, shrugging your shoulder.

“it’s alright. just needed something from the store down the road.” you replied, signaling at the plastic bag in your hand. he tilted his head in utter confusion, why wouldn’t you wait until morning? regardless he nodded slowly.

“i see…but why must you walk all alone at this time of night? it’s been dangerous lately.” klaus said, you furrowed your eyebrows and and looked up at him. he sounded so genuinely worried and you couldn’t understand why.

“why do you care, niklaus?” you asked, your tone tired. klaus looked into your kind eyes, and felt a rush of sadness wash over him, as he remembered his time with you.

the truth is… caroline wasn’t you. she really wasn’t, and klaus despised it. caroline was kind, but not as kind and selfless as you. she was loving, but he didn’t feel as alive with her as he did with you. she could offer him eternity, but he realized he would prefer spending a limited lifespan by your side. it wasn’t that you were caroline, it was that caroline just wasn’t you.

“i just— you do know i care so deeply about you, right? i just wanted to check up on you.” klaus half lied, he just missed you. he missed you like crazy and it was eating him alive. the big, bad original vampire was nothing with you. you chucked under your breath, not wanting to offer him a reply to his cheap excuse.

“let me walk you home, won’t you?” klaus continued, real concern in his voice, and you heard it. you bit your lip, hesitating.

“i beg. i just want to be certain that you got home safe and sound.” klaus said softly, as you started fidgeting with your hands. you sighed, nodding your head after a few minutes of hesitating. he seemed so genuinely worried, a little company wouldn’t hurt anyone after all.

it was silent most of the time. you wanted to ask. how everything was with caroline, but why would you want to hurt yourself even more? why would you care? so you didn’t ask. and wouldn’t even talk if he didn’t start a conversation first. klaus could feel his heart breaking as the silence broke out yet again. you always had something to say, something to tell him, but now you were dead silent. it pained him.

“i miss you.” klaus finally confessed, your heart stopping at his sudden words. for the first time, you looked at him, in utter shock. but klaus continued looking upfront, terrified to meet your expression. after a few minutes of thinking, you spoke up.

“you don’t get to do that.” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. he nodded in agreement, biting his red lips. you were right. he has no right to even miss you at all. he was the one who caused this.

“i acknowledge that, believe me.” klaus said, a sigh leaving his lips mid sentence. you could sense the honesty in his voice. “i just wanted to tell you.” you nodded, your eyes now locked towards the floor you both walked on.

“caroline…” klaus continued, the mention of her name felt like a knife to the chest. you swallowed your hurt and continued to listen to klaus mikaelson pour his heart out for you. “she’s lovely. she’s sweet, delightful and kind…” klaus said, every one of his words deepening your wound.

“but she’s just not… you.” klaus said, stopping his walking and turning to face you. “i realized how big of a mistake i made. i knew of your past with her, and i still did it, and i want to apologize.” klaus spoke, as you listened.

“in this past year, i have done nothing but miss and love you.” klaus confessed and you felt your skin turn pale. “you are the one made for me, y/n. and i was incredibly foolish for even doubting it.”

“klaus..”

“please— let me finish.” klaus begged, his strong, big hands reaching over to hold yours. “she’s not you. she is just not the woman i am so desperately in love with. she is absolutely no one and nothing next to you. and i feel so miserable for adding onto your pain, and self doubt.” klaus continued.

“klaus—” you tried saying once again, only to be interrupted.

“i was wrong.” klaus whispered softly, his right hand now resting on your soft cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. “my biggest mistake to day is hurting you.” klaus confessed, his eyes slowly watering, to your surprise. you heart was being shaken by his broken expression, the way his eyes were filled with pure regret and sadness, and how his mouth frowned at you. it took everything in you to not wrap your arms around him and console who used to be your gentle hybrid. after a while of staring into each other’s eyes, klaus spoke up again.

“would you please give me another chance to redeem myself? let me make this right, my love, please.” klaus finished, his eyes full of sincerity. the nickname he used to always endearingly call you taking your breath away instantly.

you stood in the middle of the street, with the man of your life holding you, and pleading to have you back. you bit your lip, holding back the tears that threatened to run down your cheeks. he wanted you back? he realized he was wrong? he regrets everything? you don’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry.

you wanted to give in, and be his again. you adored him. you were sure he was the love of your life. but could you even trust him anymore? after everything he put you through? after all the turmoil, heartbreak and self distrust you felt for yourself? he was part of the cause of your low self-esteem, and lack of self confidence. the person who used to be the main reason for your confidence and self love, was now the reason of your infinite sadness and self loathing.

“i can’t…” you started, your hands rushing over to remove his from your body. klaus looked at you, shocked by your actions. “i won’t go back to you, klaus.” you replied gently. even if he broke your heart into a million pieces, you wouldn’t want to hurt him. he mattered to you. the only way you were going to hurt him was by not going back to him, and letting caroline have him. that would be your revenge for everything she has put you through. letting her believe the man she wanted most loved her, when in fact, he adored you.

“darling…”

“no, niklaus.” you said gently, shaking your head. “you and caroline are perfect for each other, can’t you see?” you said, his heart tightening at your words.

“you’ve hurt me enough. how sure can i be that you won’t change your mind like you did before?” you asked, and klaus shook his head, refusing. his hands ran to your cheeks again, his forehead now resting in yours, eyes closed as he begged you. klaus mikaelson was begging you. a mere human.

“i will never. i will never commit the same mistake as before, my beloved.” klaus whispered to you, his voice breaking. you fought your tears, breaking the contact between you two.

“and what if you do? what if this happens again? i won’t put myself through this again, klaus. i deserve better.” you said, finally putting yourself first. you mattered, before anyone else. even before the man you loved.

“i just can’t find it in me to trust you again.” you said, taking a few steps back, ready to continue walking home, and leave all this behind. you wanted to start over and regain the love you once had for yourself. klaus stared at you, as tears now ran down his cheek. it took everything in you to not kiss him and forgive him in that instant.

“then please.” klaus spoke again, raising his voice, so you could hear as you walked away from him. “please keep your heart open for me.” klaus spoke for the last time, desperation in his voice. a smile creeped up in your lips, as you continued walking him.

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Dancing With the Devil

A Vampire!Rhys x Reader Fic (because I am a SLUT for him) based on this post.

Content Warnings: Smut and blood, you know, typical vampire things.

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How you ended up on the dance floor in the middle of the Velaris Estate, being spun in dizzying circles by masked males as stringed instruments swell on a phantom wind, is anybody's guess. You think it might have been Nesta’s idea, but whatever schemes landed you in this dark, shadowy world is lost under the swell of music and rustling of skirts. You’re sure your friend is here somewhere, dancing her heart out, but the bodies clustered around you in a sea of dark lace and velvet make distinguishing anybody hard. She’ll find you by the end of the night, once she’s ditched her shoes and had a little too much to drink, for now, you’ll have to keep yourself entertained in one of the many options the party of the recently returned lord of the estate has to offer.

You don’t know much about Rhysand, other than the rumors that he came from very, very old money and had been away on the Continent while the Vampire Queen Amarantha’s reign of terror had ravaged the courts. He’s something of a local legend, always throwing these extravagant masquerade balls, the doors of this sprawling, gothic estate open until the sun begins to rise in the morning, without ever showing his face. He has to be here somewhere, directing the staff and making sure there’s no mischief happening in the locked rooms on the upper floors, but no one can tell you what he looks like, how old he is, any defining details. Honestly, realizing this was where you’d be spending the evening had been nothing short of a thrill. The war against the vampires had taken your father and left your older brother as heir of the Spring estate, he hadn’t let you out much to explore since.

Gloved hands twirl you around the dance floor again, the candlelight from the iron chandeliers overhead glittering like a thousand stars as you throw your head back and embrace the sheer weightlessness of the dance. It’s exhilarating and freeing, and you find yourself wishing that every night was like this. You’d thrive in this kind of freedom, no locked doors in empty mansions, no guards just to walk you through the gardens, only your wits and your whims dictating where you’ll go next.

The dance requires you to change partners often, so it is no surprise that a different, stronger set of hands settles on your hips as you come out of a spin and move into a more complicated three step. However, the tall stranger, with eyes so blue they’re almost violet beneath a mask shaped like a bat, is far better sight than the last male.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asks, and his voice is a lover’s purr, made for the darkness of a bedroom. 

“Immensely,” you say as you chase him through the steps, one hand on his firm shoulder, other atop his own against your waist. It is unlike you to keep your hands firmly planted on a male’s body, even while dancing, even with your brother’s watchful eye far away. Better to be cautious than be accused of having wandering hands, but you can make an exception. Forget you have ever done anything else, because the male wears a corset to accentuate every muscle in his lean body, dark shirt beneath left half open to show off a swirl of dark ink on his bronze chest. Every piece of clothing looks like an open invitation to touch. He knows it too, grinning when your hand slides a little lower on his chest.

“You dance beautifully,” he praises, perfect teeth biting at his lower lip as he drinks in the plunging neckline of your gown.

You’re thankful that your own mask hides the blush dusting your cheeks. “So do you.” He moves with inhumane grace, so fluidly you wouldn’t be able to track every step if he wasn’t pulling you along with him. 

Three more steps, then a fourth before the music begins to slow and he’s dragging your body closer to his own, large hand sliding over your hip to your lower back. 

“Will you dance another with me?” He asks, warm breath fanning your face as he leans in to be heard over the swell of a harp.

You nod eagerly, anything for a chance to have those hands on you a bit longer.

Two dances turn to four, then six, until you’ve lost count entirely, the night slipping away from you. At some point, he asks if you want to stop and get a drink, and you might have said no because this was just too good an opportunity to pass up, but the mischief in his violet eyes make you think better of it. You soon find yourself pulled through the swirling of bodies that hasn’t let up all night, and into a darker corner of the room, where couches and chairs and tables line the walls for people to observe the dancefloor with a little privacy. Quite a few of the couches are occupied with couples embracing in the shelter of the dark, where there are few candles to be observed under.

There’s a couch in the corner, beneath a large window, moonlight streaming over the dark cushions that’s empty and your companion leads you right to it. In your defense, you are expecting to be plied with a little wine before anything happens between the two of you, so you are unprepared for him to slide into the seat and pull you right into his lap!

Heat flares in your cheeks, body awkwardly tangled in your skirts as he pulls your hips forward to get you situated atop his powerful thighs. 

“What happened to drinks?” You ask, a little breathless from dancing and trying not to stammer under the brazenness of the display. You’re no blushing virgin, but you’ve certainly never been in this compromising a position in front of an audience before.

He brushes his nose over the column of your throat and places his plush lips against your skin, making all thought eddie from your mind.

“I intend to,” he says into your skin before he nips gently at your sensitive flesh.

Your whole body shivers, eyes fluttering shut. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Rhys,” he says as he kisses his way up your jaw.

Rhys as in… 

As if he can read your mind he chuckles, the sound vibrating against your skin, “Only my enemies call me Rhysand.”

“How did you know that’s what I was going to ask?”

He hums as he scrapes his teeth playfully over your throat. The edges of his mask tickling your skin as it brushes against you, the contrast between his warm breath and the rough fabric sending a thrill down your spine. You should be absolutely mortified that you’re perched in the lord of the estate’s lap, but you can’t find it in you to care, can’t find it in yourself to do anything but settle a little more firmly against his body and let him explore.

“Mind reading is one of my many talents,” he purrs as his gloved hands slide over your hips, skirts bunching up around your thighs as slender fingers need the soft flesh of your ass.

You instinctively rock your hips forward, clothed core scraping over the budding tent in his slacks. The contact makes your head spin, makes you tip your head back a little as he sucks a mark into your throat. You’ll have to wear a scarf tomorrow to hide it from Tamlin.

“And what other talents do you have, M’lord?” You tease, because you’ve never believed in such magic. 

“I think I’d rather show you, Darling,” he says, but his mouth doesn’t form the words, they’re an echo inside your head, as if they’re your own thoughts in his voice.

You still your movements in his lap; this is not the magic of witches or mages, not some clever party trick of the traveling magicians that often pass through Prythian. They say only Vampires can possess talents like this.

Rhys grins at you as the realization clicks into place, and whatever glamor had been used to hide his fangs slides out of place, canine’s glinting in the moonlight. You put your hands on his chest, firm, but there’s no heartbeat beneath your palms, intending to push yourself off him before he can sink those fangs into your throat, but his grip on you tightens to the brink of pain. Your bones feel fragile, brittle under his supernatural grip.

“Relax, Darling,” he instructs and a shadow of sheer, undiluted power brushes over your mind, freezing you in place. “I promise this will be pleasant for the both of us.”

“Let go of me!” You squeak, still trying to push yourself free. “Or I’ll start screaming!”

He chuckles, the sound of it skittering over your bones, and the dim candles nearby flicker out, leaving you only visible in the moonlight. A few of the couples nearby cheer excitedly, as if that’s some sort of signal. 

“Here’s the thing,” he explains as he brushes his nose against the column of your throat again. When you try to squirm away, he only pulls you closer, lips hungrily tracing the pulse pounding in your neck. “I could go out into the woods, feed on some vagrants nobody cares about, spend my nights hunting for a warm body to take my fill of. But after a thousand years, the chase gets a little boring.”

A thousand years. Rhysand is a thousand year old Vampire?

“Why waste my time and energy, when I can bring a meal right to my doorstep?”

“Please,” you whimper, body trembling. “Please let me go. I won’t tell anybody.”

“I know you won’t,” he says, kissing your throat far more gently than somebody holding this tightly to you should. “That’s why I picked you. I know you want an escape from your life of locked doors.”

You still as he drags his lips along the edge of your jaw until he meets your ear. “Let me show you a way out.”

Your skin is sensitive there, his breath makes you shiver in delight, goosebumps prickling your skin. He can’t possibly know all this just by looking at you, he had to have been rummaging around in your head, probably while you were dancing. It’s an invasion of your privacy, and you should keep fighting for any chance to escape him, but there’s a piece of you that wants this. Tamlin will never give you a way out, the more you beg for your freedom the more doors he locks in your face, and if you go home in the morning, if you let him pick a husband for you, it will never be any different. There will only be more locked doors, only keeping a stranger’s bed warm, his house run, tending boys that will have more freedom than you’ll ever get just because they’re boys. You will be lucky if you’ll get to keep to your books and your sketches, lucky if you get to keep any hobbies at all that don’t include tending a house. You’re trapped in a cage no one can save you from if you don’t take this one key.

His fangs scrape over your earlobe as he nips playfully at it. “It’s an even bargain,” he prompts. “You let me feed, and I’ll show you a world of nothing but open doors, hmm?”

You’re a fool, and you’re pretty sure an agreement will damn your soul forever. 

“Will it hurt?”

“Only for a moment.”

A moment’s pain for an opportunity of unbridled freedom. “It’s a bargain,” you say, tipping your head back to fully expose your throat. You shut your eyes though, unable to watch it happen.

“Good girl,” Rhys purrs and there’s a little tingle, like electricity in your fingertips and palm that makes you crack an eye open for a second to look at the black whorls that now cover your fingertips, up your hand and over your wrist. Some sort of permanent bargain mark.

There’s no time to ask about it before Rhys sinks his fangs into your throat. The coppery scent of blood fills your senses, mind spinning to comprehend all that’s happening as pain flairs in the muscles in your neck. 

“So sweet,” he purrs into your mind. “Just as I’d hoped.”

He’s not letting up, but the longer it takes, the less pain you feel. The longer his fangs are in your neck, the warmer your body becomes. Your muscles slowly relax, pliant in his iron grip. When he rocks his hips, slowly, testing, you can’t help the groan that escapes you. Even as the last little rational bit of your mind screams in protest, your hips once again work over the bulge in his pants, chasing the heat budding in your core. 

When he removes his fangs from your throat, he laves over the wound with his tongue, not letting a single drop of your blood escape. “I’ve fed on a lot of humans,” he whispers, “but none as sweet as you.”

You can’t seem to stop moving, chasing after the pleasure building quicker and quicker as you rut your hips against his. “What’s happening to me?”

When he kisses you, it’s the coppery tang of your own blood on his lips. “Vampire venom is an aphrodisiac. Makes feeding a pleasurable experience for everybody, wouldn’t you agree?”

The scrape of his slacks is delicious, makes you squeeze your eyes shut and move without thinking about how brazen you look, but it’s not enough. You need more. Need him deeper. Need him moving inside you with the same fervor he had when feeding on you.

“Need you,” you whimper and he kisses you again, one hand tangling in your hair, absolutely ruining the updo you’d carefully constructed hours earlier. The other slides under your skirts to find the hem of your underthings and he gives the elastic band a testing pull before he rips it off entirely. 

You gasp in surprise into his mouth at the sheer strength of him.

The leather of his gloves is a cool texture against your bare skin as he drags a thumb over you and you rock your hips into his touch, desperately seeking more. He’d been right, this was definitely a more pleasurable experience than you anticipated it being. 

Rhys breaks the kiss as he slides a finger inside you, and you throw your head back and moan unabashedly. You don’t truly have the presence of mind to look at the other couples nearby, but judging by the sounds coming from around you, you’re not the only one partaking of this kind of pleasure tonight. The cover of darkness and music shields your activities well enough, but perhaps there are more than a few vampires in Rhys’s court, and they won’t risk their own hunts letting anybody look too close in your direction.

Plush lips move down your jaw again, like he just can’t stay away from your throat. You’re inclined to let him bite you again and again and again just to feel like this for a little while longer. Heat and pleasure builds at the base of your spine, burning white hot through you as he slides a second finger in your wetness, stretching you out.

“All this for me, Darling?” He scrapes his teeth over your skin, not biting but marking you as he searches for the collar of your gown. When he finds it, he starts dragging it away from your body with his teeth, deft fingers untying the laces at your back to let the excess fabric fall.

The cool air against your flushed skin has you whimpering, eyes screwed shut as you draw closer and closer to the edge. 

His fingers curl, hitting a spot inside you that makes stars swim across your vision and you bite down so hard on your lower lip to keep from screaming you draw blood. Like a moth to flame, his lips leave where he’d been sucking a mark into your shoulder to lap the slight trickle of blood off your lower lip. 

Maybe you’re wrong for it, but the sight is hot, makes you core tighten around his fingers, addicted to the way he craves you, as if you’re some sort of drug. You drag your hands down his chest, unclasping the last button you can reach before the corset gets in the way. You want to tear it off him and run your tongue over the firm planes of his chest, taste him just as he is you, but that will have to be another time. Your hands move lower, trying to find the laces of his pants around the bunched up frill of your skirts, needing more, unable to convey it around the white noise building in your head. It’s too much and not enough; the best you’ve ever had and you haven’t even cum yet. You’ve never felt so desperate for anything in your life.

He chuckles into your mouth at your neediness, hips rising off the couch to both tease you and give you the leverage you need to find the laces of his pants. You’re really not sure how you manage it around your skirts, how you can think about anything but the movement of his fingers inside you or all the filthy things he keeps whispering in your ear. It’s nothing short of a frenzy as you finally manage to get him free of his laces and guide him directly where you need him most.

He’s not your first by any means, but he’s definitely the biggest, and it takes a moment for you to adjust to his size. By then, the world around you could have been on fire and you wouldn’t have noticed anything but him. There is no orchestra playing, no music besides the sounds of his moans of pleasure as they mingle with yours, no thought but the two of you and how your bodies merge and join. 

That white hot pleasure keeps building tighter and tighter with every thrust of his cock inside you, and you steady yourself against the back of the couch, chests brushing as you fight to remain steady. His fingertips will certainly leave bruises on your hips with the way he holds you. 

You’re so close to the edge, dangling over the precipice, his name a prayer on your lips as he once again sinks his fangs into your neck for a taste. Release barrels through you as he moans into your bruised flesh, his own release not far behind as you slump exhausted against his chest.

“Holy shit,” you whimper, body trembling as you come down from your high.

Rhys strokes a gloved hand over your ruined hair as you catch your breath. “I was going to turn you tonight,” he hums, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “But I think I want a few more rounds of that first.”

You huff a laugh into his chest. You don’t hate the idea. No part of your bargain said he had to turn you immediately. “Is that all vampires do? Feed and fuck?”

Violet eyes gleam playfully in the dark as he says, “Darling, you’ll have all eternity to find out.”

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[lazycats-stuff]

I love the Jason Todd x Jokers son it's awesome!

I actually have another idea while I lay with my cat lol batfam/Jason Todd x brother reader (like he's the biological son of Bruce but a lil older than Damien) he has a close relationship with Jason compared to his other siblings and he ends up getting captured by Joker?

You got it! I'm glad you like it, I was a bit worried that I didn't write it well, I have never written such dynamic before. Again, let me know how it turned out.

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, Joker being the Joker, Jason losing his mind, blood

Jason waited outside of (Y/N)'s school. He wanted to take his favorite brother back home. They didn't have a chance to hang out this week, because the teen was swamped with exams. Jason swore that (Y/N) didn't sleep this week. Poor kids...

He smiled once he saw him at the entrance, talking to his friend. He leaned on his motorbike, crossing his arms. He waited until (Y/N) saw him and then opened his arms. (Y/N) ran into them, hugging his favorite brother.

" Hey mini Bruce. " Jason joked as he hugged his brother back.

" Stop it, I look nothing like him. " (Y/N) said.

" Yeah sure. " Jason said, ruffling his hair.

" How come you came to pick me up? "

" Well, I know you stay later on Fridays. And I wanted to hang out with you. I missed you this week. " Jason mumbled.

" Aww. I missed you too Jay. But if you had a plan to take me out, please don't. I just want to sleep. "

" You got it. I was going to take you home anyway, you look like you are going to drop dead. "

" Wow, okay. " (Y/N) pretended to be offended, sitting at the back of the bike. Jason handed him the helmet and (Y/N) put it on.

" Hang on bro. We are going to be back home quickly. "

Jason turned on the bike and started driving back to the manor. It was a perfect day for a nap too. It was cloudy and if you were from Gotham, you knew for a fact it was going to get rain. So it would be perfect for a nap.

When Jason sat down, (Y/N) wrapped his arms around Jason's stomach to hold on. Jason revved the motor and started driving. It was a quick drive back to Jason's driving skills. (Y/N) had hold onto the bike when they got back.

" I'm not a bad driver. " Jason defended himself watching his younger brother.

" Say that to my legs. Jesus. Next time pick me up by a car. " (Y/N) said, managing to steady himself.

" Come on. You need to eat and then sleep. "

" Can you nap with me? " (Y/N) asked, using his puppy eyes.

" Of course I can. But you need to eat first. I think that Alfred made something with fish. "

(Y/N) nodded and went inside the house.

" Let me take your bag up to your room. "

Jason took the bag while (Y/N) went straight to the kitchen. He didn't find Alfred, but he did find a container with his portion. He let out a yay and took the container and a fork to sit at a kitchen island. He took his phone from his pocket and put it on the kitchen island.

He dug in, happy to eat something. The teen had a small breakfast today, not enough to get him through the day and he was hungry all day, despite the lunch he had. It was a stressful week for his family too. Joker was up to no good, but more than usual.

He still doesn't get it how they still do it. On patrol until late in the night, injured, seeing stuff that would make his stomach turn. Was (Y/N) trained like his brothers? Yes. But he didn't want to become a vigilante, he wanted to be a normal teen. And he didn't consider himself strong enough to become a vigilante.

And... He didn't tell anybody this, but the reason why he was up until 2 or 3 am this week was because he was worried for his brothers and father. There were times when he couldn't sleep until he knew that his brothers and father were in their rooms and even then he either went to Jason's room or Bruce's. He truly didn't know what he would do if something were to happen to his dad or Jason.

" Hey, what are you thinking about? " Jason said, sitting across from him.

(Y/N) was startled by Jason, he must have been thinking about this for so long that he didn't hear him.

" Jason, don't sneak up on me. You scared the living shit out of me. " (Y/N) said, taking an another bite.

" Oh, come on, you will live. " Jason laughed.

" Ha ha. Very funny... Are you free tonight? I need you to drop me off at a friend's house. We wanted to have a sleepover. " (Y/N) said quickly.

" Okay. Is it the brunet guy? " Jason asked, taking his jacket off.

" Yes, but his name is Cody. For the record Jay. "

" Okay, okay. " Jason laughed, smiling at his younger brother. " I will drop you off tonight before I go on patrol. Does the old man know? I don't want him blowing a fuse. "

" I texted him, he said it's fine. "

" Okay. Which bike you would like? " Jason asked, smirking.

" Screw you Jay. "

Jason cackled like a madman, leaning back in his chair.

" Okay, I will take a car to drop you off. Don't worry. "

" You always make me worry Jay. "

It was Saturday evening, a day after the sleepover and Jason was getting worried. Jason went to pick (Y/N) up a few hours earlier, but Cody, the friend said that (Y/N) went already. Jason was confused at first, but then noticed the cameras in the neighborhood. He called Bruce to tell him to get the footage. Something is off. Way off...

He searched the block for any evidence, his gut refusing to believe that everything is okay. What the hell happened last night? Maybe Cody was lying, but Jason could tell if someone was lying. Shit.

And the time for (Y/N) to go missing too is far to weird. Joker wanted something from Wayne Enterprises, they got intel that he wanted to get guns that Wayne Enterprises was storing at the moment. They were old and were supposed to be destroyed, but there was some delay.

Jason took his phone and called (Y/N)'s phone. He was back at Cody's building, waiting to hear (Y/N)'s voice. He froze once he heard the familiar ring in an ally. He ran into the ally, finding the phone near the dumpster.

He knelt down, getting the phone. He blinked a few times, trying to fight tears. Jesus Christ... No. Not him. Out of all the people, not him. He called Bruce with shaky hands. His hands never shook.

" Jason? Where is (Y/N)? "

" Taken. I found his phone near the dumpster behind Cody's house. " Jason stated, trying not to cry.

" Okay, I will obtain the footage for the entire block. Is there anything out here that might help us? "

" No, I searched the entire block, there is no signs of struggle. And Cody said that (Y/N) had left already, but I think someone threatened him to go. "

" Okay. Until we get the footage, we can't do anything. Come back. "

Jason hanged up, going back to his car and driving like a maniac back to the manor. He is not going to allow himself to waste a single second. He won't be holding back. Not when it comes to (Y/N). He was protective of all of his brothers, but he was really connected with (Y/N).

He ran towards the cave, wanting to know if there is anymore development. The rest of the family was already there, surrounding the big computer.

" And? " Jason asked.

" He was taken, but we can't connect the kidnappers to any Gotham rouge. " Bruce said.

Okay, an outsider then. That would take some time, but they would get the intel soon.

" Okay. So, we need a suspect. Who the hell wanted to take (Y/N)? " Jason asked.

" Somebody who wants money? Maybe for ransom? " Tim suggested.

" Or someone who hates Bruce? " Dick added his suggestion.

Bruce didn't say anything, obviously thinking. He had a lot of enemies, both as Bruce Wayne and as Batman. So the list wasn't small... Far from it...

A ping on the computer alerted them all. It was from the news, the anchors telling that this is the footage of (Y/N). The family froze, looking at the screen like they were hypnotized.

Everything was fine until Joker came on screen. Jason froze completely, eyes widening. No. (Y/N) was bound to a chair, gagged, with blood over his face. Joker was showing his face, clearly proud of his handywork. Jason's eye twitched.

" Now, I want the weapons from the Wayne Enterprises and I will let the boy live. "

The tape stopped and it returned to the regular program. Everyone slowly turned to look at Jason. Jason took a deep breath, before flipping a table near him. He let out a yell, before rubbing his face.

" Jason, you need to calm down. " Bruce said, trying to calm him down. If he goes out, he will kill somebody.

" CALM DOWN?! "

The boys moved away, trying not to get in the crossfire.

" I will be calm when (Y/N) is back here and Joker behind bars. That's that. And if you need me, I will be out in the city looking. "

" Jason, we need more info! You can't go out this mad! " Bruce yelled after his son.

" Too fucking late! "

Bruce stood up, going to change into his suit. He doesn't want to Jason to kill the Joker, he would regret it and it wouldn't do anything. Tim stayed behind to track down the footage.

They barely managed to catch up with Jason. It took them 15 minutes to calm him. Jason was already a deadly individual, but when mad? Get out of the way.

" Jason, we need to think. We need a plan of action. " Bruce has tried to explain, but Jason laughed.

" A plan of action? We need to get (Y/N) out of there! I can't let him go through what I did! I can't!" Jason yelled, before he took a deep breath.

" Jason, you need to compose yourself. I know it's difficult, but now your judgment needs to be perfect and not impaired. I know you are angry and I know you are getting flashbacks, but you have to... Shut the emotional part out. I know how it sounds, but when dealing with the Joker, you can't allow the emotions to take over. "

Jason was quiet as he listened to Bruce. As difficult it is for Jason to admit this, he knew Bruce was right. He can't allow his emotions to lead him.

" Do we have a lead? " Jason asked, trying to breathe.

" No, Tim is still looking, but we do have all known Joker's warehouses and other similar locations. We can start from there. We will split into two teams and start searching. Jason you are with me. Everyone, stay in contact. The moment you get something, call it in. "

The boys nodded, Jason simply stayed still, seething with anger and adrenaline.

" Come on Jason. " Batman prompted, walking to the edge of the building. Jason followed, still mad and angry. Nothing can calm him down. Absolutely nothing.

It has been hours and Jason was getting angrier and angrier. There hasn't been any leads in regards to (Y/N) and he was losing his mind.

" How can you be so calm? " He asked Bruce, who was calm. It irritated him beyond belief.

" I have to Jason. I can't allow myself to be guided by emotions. I can't make any mistakes. I don't... I don't want to lose him like I lost you... " Bruce admitted, looking away.

Jason was shocked by this admission.

" What? "

" I can't lose another son to Joker. I barely got over your... Kidnapping."

" Really? " Jason asked, petrified by this new piece of information.

" Yes. I searched for you just like you are searching for (Y/N). Despite what the Joker told you, I never stopped looking. "

Jason looked away, away from Bruce's eyes. He swallowed, trying not to cry. He clenched his fists and then released them.

" Hey guys, I managed to track him. Bruce and Jason are the closest to the docks. It's an old warehouse and be careful. Bring (Y/N) back. "

Jason and Bruce agreed and started moving. They are going to get him back now.

Jason paced outside of the cave medical part. Alfred wouldn't allow him to enter. They brought (Y/N) back, but he was beaten, had his nose broken and dislocated shoulder. Jason was only thankful that (Y/N) was under a lot of painkillers.

The mere process of getting (Y/N) back was rather simple. They took out Joker's goons and Jason got some revenge. He found a crowbar and while Batman was busy with freeing (Y/N), he has beaten the Joker. He didn't kill him, he just made sure he would be recovering for the next year. He smiled at the memory. It was etched into his memory.

" Masters. " Alfred said, closing the door.

" And? " Jason asked impatiently.

" He is going to be okay. I reset his nose and shoulder and gave him some stronger painkillers. He is going to be out for a while. I prepared a bed for you too master Jason. "

" Thank you Alfred. "

Jason stepped into the room, taking his shoes and jacket off. He looked at (Y/N), simply sleeping. Now he could sleep and protect (Y/N). With a last glance to (Y/N), he laid down and closed his eyes. Now everything is the way it should be.

#dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #jason todd x male reader #batfamily

[tloujm]

Headcanon I: Yandere

Warnings: Yandere is an archetype that defines a character whose love, admiration, and devotion is so strong that it can be expressed through forms of obsession and possessiveness. 

Author’s Notes: I truly do not believe that Joel has a Yandere personality. He has some traits that may fit the archetype, but not enough for it to be consistently considered Yandere. Though Yandere is ultimately toxic, and he is ultimately a toxic man, I somehow like reading them and figured I’d stray off the path of canon once more to do one for him. Honestly, I feel like this is tame compared to some of the yandere I’ve read in the past. This is all based in the same universe as the main storyline that I JUST realized that I never created a title/name for.

Ship: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Joel is all about survival. It stemmed from not letting his daughter’s death be in vein, then it just became a habitual instinct. When you came into his life, it became this intense drive. 

Admittedly, he didn’t trust you at first, but when he finally let his walls down, they never came back up at least for you

Surviving to Joel means having the “either its you or me” mentality and he almost always chooses you over anybody else, even himself

Joel is 100% ok with sacrificing his life for yours

He would for sure take a bullet for you in a heartbeat 

It’s just a cherry on top that he knows that you would do the same for him.

On one hand, he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you, so he will make sure that the both of you survive

But on the other hand, he believes that he will see his daughter again if he dies and what better way to get there than to save you

Especially since he couldn’t use his life to save Sarah

He only survives for you 

You are his reason

The same reason that he asks you to search for when you get mad at him for taking you away from the fireflies

You never told him what your reason was, but he desperately wanted you to say that it was him

His brother is a bonus reason once they reunite in Jackson

Ironically, he becomes more protective over you when the two of you decide to stay at the settlement. 

Outside of Jackson’s walls, he needed you. He tried his best to do everything for you: shoot, sneak around, escape, etc...but he had to admit that he probably wouldn’t have made it out of some situations without you.

Within Jackson’s walls, it was easier to make sure that you were safe, but he still knew that there were dangers.

The number one danger that he anticipated was getting too comfortable

Baring the surname Miller, he became a well known citizen of the settlement

Joel used this to his advantage and made sure he kept eyes on you at all times through his connections

There was very little that you could hide from him at the end of the day

Joel tried not to let anything suspicious get to him, but he is more of an act first, think second kind of man

This would sometimes lead to arguments

Especially when you first find out about this and how long it’d been going on for

He’s done a good job at keeping all of that away from you and it takes you a while to catch on

He knew that you’d consider it spying instead of how he intended, care and protection.

Insists on giving you guitar lessons when he is in a lighthearted mood

Or when he knows that you are mad at him and he wants to say sorry

Despite how he comes off, he has an incredible amount of patience for those he cares about and is willing to take the time to teach you things

The two of you fall into a relationship without formally defining it

During your journey, before making it to Jackson, the two of you never got intimate. There were implications of romance, but there was never an appropriate time or place to act on it.

Once in Jackson, Joel was tired of dancing around the matter and took control of it

As soon as the two of you were left alone again by Tommy and Maria, he caressed your cheek in his hand and confessed his feelings with brevity

His vows were simply “I am yours and you are mine”

With the famous Joel glare gaze

He waited for you to agree

And luckily for the both of you, you did

He made sure that the two of you didn’t separate by having you live with him

He never stepped over your boundaries physically

As aforementioned, he has an abundance of patience and waits until you are comfortable enough to share a bed with him

As soon as you do, Joel is all in

His arms are wrapped around you

When he moves in his sleep, which is rare bc he sleeps like a rock, you move with him to keep the same locked position

Practically has a heart attack when he wakes up to a cold empty bed

Doesn’t consider himself a deep sleeper, but somehow you still manage to escape his grasp for one reason or another throughout the night without him noticing

Joel responds by laying a leg over yours to hold you in tighter

One of the first reasons why he feels the need to keep eyes on you

Wanna sign up for scavenging or patrol routes? Only if he has the time to sign up for the same ones you do. 

Wanna work in the community gardens? Joel’s not afraid to get his hands dirty.

Want peace and quiet with the watch tower duty? He’ll be up in the tower first waiting for you to show up to your SHARED shift.

You asked if he ever got tired of you from being around you all day

Joel: “No” *continues to sip his coffee casually*

He knocks on the bathroom door if he feels that you are taking an excessive amount of time to check on you

Yes, he genuinely misses you, but he also wants to make sure that you haven’t suddenly died on him.

His protectiveness over you, before it got overbearing in Jackson, is what initially caused you to have feelings for him.

He is a possessive lover which has enough pros to keep you going, but definitely has its cons

As a private man, Joel is not into PDA

But he will do so if he feels his relationship is being threatened by an outside force

The most PDA he will do on a regular basis is keeping his hand on you at all times

Not necessarily hand holding, but keeping his hand on your lower back, back of your neck or your waist.

Sometimes, his fingers would dig into your skin to pull you closer to him

He would never harm or put his hands on you, but he left marks

A lot of marks especially after a pretty spicy night

As a private man, he likes the marks to be in places that he could only see

Every so often, he would let you leave the house with clear and visible marks even if there are no direct threats, just as a gentle reminder to anyone who is interacting with you in general.

He prefers his mouth or hands over anything to mark you; no ropes or other extra toys

Also in private, he loves to cuddle

He loves that you enjoy the weight of his entire body on top of yours

He especially loves it when you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in closer than he thought he already was

Despite this, he makes sure that he doesn’t fall asleep in this position as he is afraid of suffocating you 

He, instead, prefers to have you lay on him

Not just next to him with your head on his chest or an arm slung over

He wants your entire body on top of his like a weighted blanket too

Part of his obsession infatuation intoxication with you is because of your natural scent. Your pheromones if you will

Yours in particular drive him crazy in a way he’s never felt

The source is your sacred middle which is why there is never a dull moment in your and his sex life

Even in non sexual ways, he loves being around your pussy

cockwarming

Joel likes to lay his head on your fupa/lower stomach for the soft warmth and to easily take in your scent from the close proximity 

If he’s not in a position to be touching you, he very often has his own eyes on you

He’ll offer up his special Joel glare that he saves just for you (barely any different from his usually glare)

While Joel is more serious than playful, he likes to turn it into a game by seeing you fight the urge to meet his gaze and to see how long it takes before you do so 

He always gets jealous but is good at controlling it if the two of you are near each other and you are not giving him at least an once of attention. 

Joel has a desire to protect you from unseen forces too, like colds or the flu, but doesn’t beat himself up when he fails to do so

He takes advantage of the times that you are sick because he gets to keep you all to himself in the house

Joel will put his foot down about not being able to work his patrol shifts because he’s too busy caring for you

Joel finds himself conflicted between not wanting to see you in pain and having you be completely dependent on him.

He’s also conflicted about getting you pregnant

He doesn’t want more kids for various “practical” reasons 

Afraid of feeling guilt over replacing Sarah

Taking his energy away from protecting you to protect someone else

Afraid he may become too soft to protect either one of you by being wrapped around the babies finger

But he also wants kids with you for various reasons

One of his favorite ways to mark you is internally with his cum

The heavier you grow with his child, the more dependent you’ll need to be of him and it’ll be longer than a cold

He’ll convince you to be a stay at home mom, so he wouldn’t have to worry about the whereabouts of two separate people as the child would always be with you.

A child would most likely encourage you to stay within the settlement’s walls

He’ll try to convince you to want a child too

If you are not ready for one, he will be super patient and bring it up every so often to see if your answer has changed

At the end of the day, he has lost too much in his life and he will do everything in his power not to lose you either

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[wasawattpadkid]

Idk really how to ask for a request but could you maybe do a randy × reader at some point. Fluff, Smut idc i just love him and theres not enough fics of this man

There really isn't enough fanfiction for that boy so I'm happy to help! Hope you like it 💕

Be Kind, Rewind

Pairing: Randy Meeks x reader

Warnings: none just fluff

"Back again I see," Randy said happy to see your face. You pursed your lips handing him your tape. "Did you remember to rewind it this time?" You huffed leaning on the counter. "Yes, smartass." He smiled setting the tape on the return cart. "Well don't keep me waiting." Randy had been waiting all weekend for you to come back to give him a review on his movie. "I hate to say it but you missed with this one."

"What! Prom night is a classic." His voice was loud making the store look at the both of you. "Sorry." You mouthed to the people around you getting embarrassed by the man. "It was a total Carrie rip-off. I like Jamie Lee Curtis as much as the next person but that movie blew." Randy plugged his ears walking around the store humming so he couldn't hear you. It was a childish move. You laughed following him around. "I can't believe this right now. I thought we were friends." Randy was dramatic and only part of it was acting.

"We are! What'd you think about the movie I gave you?" Hearing that he stopped in his tracks turning to face you. "Career Opportunities really?" The tone of his voice let you know that for the 6th time in a row, your hints went right over his head. You sighed as Randy prepared himself for a rant. "I don't understand how you can watch that crap. It's not realistic. A nerdy loser never has pretty girls pining over them. It's just a trope in romantic comedies to get men hopeful that some babe would ever like them back."

You pursed your lips with a nod. "Guess that means I'm not pretty." Randy grabbed a handful of returns putting them back where they belonged. "You're beautiful I've told you that. Why would you say something like that?" You could laugh at how oblivious he was. Sometimes you wish you were some cheesy horror babe in a movie so he'd actually understand you for once.

"You said, "nerdy losers never have pretty girls crushing on them." So that must mean I'm not pretty." Randy's brain malfunctioned as he replayed your entire conversation. He didn't understand what you were getting at.

"Randy you geek, I like you. God, do I have to spell it?" The poor boy froze as a woman walked up behind him. "Excuse me sir do you know where the Clint Eastwood movies are?" Randy didn't respond. "Um, they should be over in the western section." You walked the old woman over to the aisle. "You like me?" Randy shouted causing the whole video store to go silent. Every customer in there looked at the crazed teenager. "Here you go, ma'am." You ignored Randy pointing towards the movies.

Your friend ran over to you not paying attention to the newfound attention. "Thank you, sweetie." She replied quickly getting away from Randy. "You like me like a brother right? I've gotten that a lot over the years." You shook your head letting him figure the rest out on his own. "A cousin then? Maybe even a step-sibling?"

The questions made your nose crinkle. "Ew no." Randy still needed to narrow it down. "You like me like a best friend then?"

"Are you brain dead? She has a crush on you." A random customer chimed in annoyed with the boy. You laughed at the bystander. Randy just stood there bewildered. "Wait so I'm a nerdy loser?" Confusion washed over your features. "You said that I said, "nerdy losers never have pretty girls pining over them." So what I'm some nerdy loser?"

"Do you seriously want me to answer that Prom Night?" Randy gestured with his hands as he spoke. "It's a classic ask anybody!" You simply squinted saying everything you needed to with your eyes. "Okay maybe I am a nerdy loser but what does that make you for liking me?"

"According to you, it makes me ugly." You laughed setting the poor boy up for failure. "N-now that's not what I meant. I didn't know you liked me when I said that." Your hand covered your chest. "Does that make me the exception then?" In movies, there were rarely exceptions to the rules. They were plain and simple. In romance movies, the ugly chick never gets the hot guy. The exception is if she has a makeover that removes her glasses and straightens her hair. In horror movies, there can only be a final girl if she's a virgin. The exception in that scenario is if the movie has laid out basic rules just to show the audience they can break them.

In this case, however, he could make an exception to make an exception. "I'm not sure. It makes me the luckiest nerdiest loser ever I know that much." You leaned forward pressing a quick kiss against his lips. His eyes grew wide as you pulled away. "You're going to kill me aren't you?" He said breathlessly.

The bell on the desk rang grabbing Randy's attention. He walked over helping the customer with their tapes. "Do you want me to kill you?" You asked with a laugh not worried about the customer overhearing your conversation. "I would say I have so much to live for but your just about all I have so it's up to you." The guy at the desk rolled his eyes as he grabbed his things. "I think that's romantic." You walked away from the desk making Randy follow you.

"Are you being serious about liking me?" Unfortunately, Randy has been played before. Stood up just for others' entertainment. You two had been friends since you were kids and he didn't expect you to be that way. That being said the alternative made less sense. "I literally just kissed you." Randy thought about that for a second. "Can you do it again just so I can make sure?" It was a pathetic attempt at being smooth but Randy made it work. You cupped his face in your hands taking your time to kiss him. His eyes closed focusing on your lips.

"Randy!" His boss barked making the two of you jump. "Don't make me fire your ass again. I don't pay you to make out with customers." You smiled at the man earning a dirty look in return. "Y-yes Sir." He stuttered out in fear.

"We can talk about this later if you want?" Randy shook his head. "I get off at seven could I pick you up at eight?" Neither of you had discussed what movies you'd watch. "I don't have any new movies at my place." Usually when the two of you hung out you'd force each other to watch movies you both picked out. "I was thinking dinner." He said almost nervous. You could tell him a million times you liked him and he would never believe it fully. You were way out of his league.

The idea of a date made butterflies hit the walls of your stomach. "I'd like that but we're seeing the new Robin Williams movie afterward. You pay for tickets I'll pay for snacks." Normally he'd argue about your choice in movies but this time he was over the moon. The bell rang once again making Randy regretfully walk away. You followed him walking in front of the counter. "I'll see you at eight for our date." It was adorable seeing the way he lit up at the word "date."

"I'll see you then Y/n."

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[666writingcafe]

Lucifer's Wish

What were you thinking about around the time the charm took effect?

Content Warning: angst, mention of life in the Celestial Realm (not graphic, but still sad nevertheless)

Silence.

I can't believe my brothers. Why can't they answer a simple question?

"I suppose I'll go first," I sigh.

"Great," Mammon grumbles. "He's going to be the most challenging."

"Then maybe you should have volunteered sooner," MC snaps, causing Mammon to gulp. I try my best to stop myself from smiling. I enjoy seeing this side of MC, the one where they don't take shit from anybody. It's a much needed balance to their often childlike, naive kindness.

"I was mulling over how best to punish Mammon for serving as the bookie for the bloody moon competition," I explain. "I heard he made quite a bit of money doing it."

"But it was official!" Mammon protests. "Nothing illegal this time!"

"You should have told me before you accepted the job. Instead, I had to find out through that stupid news show along with everyone else." Mammon gulps again, sensing my anger. "I thought about giving you a stern talking-to and leaving it at that, but then I suddenly had this thought. For a moment, all I could think about was this most earnest and genuine desire."

"Does it involve letting other people choose Mammon's punishment?" Asmo asks. "Because I know you'd get tons of views if you livestreamed that."

"And they could donate money to be able to come up with more elaborate punishments," Levi adds.

"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?!" Mammon shouts.

"It's nothing that extreme," I comfort. "I just wish there was some way I could make Mammon become a proper demon."

"You'll have to be more specific," MC chimes in. "Because it can be argued that Mammon is acting properly as the Avatar of Greed, but clearly you're wanting him to behave differently."

"Then, allow me to rephrase: I wish Mammon was more honest and didn't insist on making things difficult for everyone around him."

"That's it!" Levi exclaims. "We're screwed. That's not even within the realm of possibility! Lucifer, why did you have to wish for something that will never, ever, ever come true?!"

"Actually, I have an idea," MC responds. "If we could get to the root of why Mammon acts the way he does, then we can work on ways to improve his behavior that would actually stick."

"You know I'm still here, right?!" Mammon whines. Ignoring him, MC leaves the living room briefly and returns with their D.D.D. They hit different parts of their screen, and soon a ringing noise fills the room.

"Hello, MC," Barbatos greets on the other end of the line. "How can I help you?" Interesting choice. I thought they would have called Solomon.

"Levi tried playing a game before the official release date, and now we're stuck in a time loop," MC explains. "The only way to break it is to make everyone's wish come true."

"I see. Sounds intriguing. What do you need me to do?"

"I was wondering if you had an object at the castle that could make someone tell the truth." Mammon's vigorously shaking his head, but I'm afraid it's too late for him. MC has their mind set.

"I have many objects. Do you want something permanent or removable?" I see now why MC called Barbatos. Solomon certainly could have made a truth serum, but there's no telling how long that would last.

"Removable."

"And who are you wanting to use this object on?"

"Mammon." I can imagine the amused look developing on Barbatos' face.

"Give me one moment, and I'll be there."

"Thank you, Barbatos." MC ends the call, and immediately Mammon starts complaining about how unfair they're treating him using some rather...colorful language. I'm surprised MC's able to keep their composure, because I know that I can't.

Barbatos shows up quickly behind Mammon as he's making a fuss and slips something on his wrist.

"What the hell?!" Mammon shouts once he senses the object on his skin.

"It's a bangle," Barbatos states calmly.

"Why'd you put it on me?!"

"I am simply complying with MC's request."

"Where did you even get something like that?" Satan asks.

"That is not pertinent." MC snorts in amusement. I wonder if they know that he did that intentionally to help protect me from a potential prank. While my relationship with Satan has certainly improved, there are still times we get under each other's skin.

"How do you feel, Mammon?" Asmo inquires.

"Incredibly pissed off at the lot of ya!" Mammon yells.

"Perfect. It's working," Barbatos observes. "MC, you are now free to ask him any question you desire." MC nods their head in response. This is about to get quite interesting.

"Mammon, do you enjoy annoying Lucifer?" Straight to the point, I see.

"No."

"Not even a little bit?"

"Absolutely not. I admire him, actually." That I knew. Apparently, my other brothers didn't, for they look like they're about to choke on their own spit. Mammon grows flustered as he sees their reactions.

"Ignore them," MC tells him. "Just focus on me."

"But I didn't want them to know that I like and respect him!"

"Why not?"

"Because they'd make fun of me for it."

"What do you like about Lucifer?"

"He's everything I aspire to be: dignified, honorable, well-liked...the list goes on, really."

"And yet you act the complete opposite of him."

"Only because everyone expects me to."

"Due to your sin?" Mammon nods his head.

"If I didn't act this way, then people wouldn't take me seriously. They'd abandon me." My stomach sinks. I think I know why he feels the way he does.

"Have people abandoned you before for not behaving the way they wanted you to?"

"Yes, in the Celestial Realm. I was considered defective. I don't even want to know what would have happened if Lucifer hadn't taken me in." I remember that day clearly. It marked the beginning of the end of my stay at the Celestial Realm, for the whole situation didn't make sense to me. Mammon couldn't control the circumstances of his creation, and yet everyone acted like it was his fault that he came out imperfect. The way Father was ready to discard him and start over without giving him a chance to prove himself made my blood boil.

As Barbatos takes the bangle off and leaves us behind, I begin feeling that same rage, but this time it's towards myself. I failed to protect Mammon.

#obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me brothers #obey me barbatos

[alwritey-aphrodite]

epilogue

Chapter 11 of I’ll Be Back Again To Stay

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x single mom!reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: here it is!! The end of the story!! First, I want to say thank you to everyone who read, commented, reblogged, and enjoyed this <3 you all deserve the world. Second, if anybody’s interested, I am always open to writing little fics or headcannons about these two idiots and the in-between moments <3

Santiago makes good on his promise to visit. He comes for the first time in February, and swears up and down that he didn’t even realize Valentine’s Day fell during his visit. He only stays for a few days, but it’s wonderful just to spend time with him, to take Inez out somewhere during the day and then spend the evenings together.

It’s perfect, and you get a little bit heartbroken when he has to leave. You loved all of the time you were able to spend with Santi, just the two of you, but you might have loved watching him and Inez bond even more. You’re never going to forget how big she smiled when the two of you came to pick her up from school, and how she never wanted to be away from him during his visit.

For someone who claims he could never be a father, it seems like the most natural thing to him.

You see him again in March, when you and Inez fly out to spend her spring break in North Carolina. This time, you drive out to the beach and get ice cream and get a rental car. You stay with Santiago, and even though Syd had pouted when you told her, you could tell she was secretly very happy that all her meddling and not-so-subtle pushes had worked.

Santi ends up flying out to see you about once a month, even though you text and call and FaceTime almost every day. Once, Inez had begged for him to bring Toby, so he drove the 23 hours, just so your daughter could see his dog.

It’s over the summer that you finally make the decision to move out to join all of your friends. There wasn’t anything keeping you in Denver, there was no reason for you to stay, and Inez seemed delighted at the idea of getting to see her best friend every day.

You’d complained to Santi about not being able to find a house near everyone, late one night during one of his visits.

“Just stay with me,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious idea on the planet.

“What?”

“At least until you find a place,” he’s backtracking, taking your surprise for repulsion, when really, you just weren’t sure that was something he had wanted.

The two of you never really made it clear what you were to each other. You knew you both cared about each other, that you wanted to spend time together and be near each other, but labels had seemed so unimportant. This was a big step, but it was one you felt ready to take.

“You sure? A six year old and a dog?” You ask, smiling as Santi rolls his eyes at you.

“They can occupy each other,” and you laugh, rough patch and hurt feelings carefully avoided. There were always a few moments when things felt like they could take a rocky turn, like you and Santiago really weren’t meant to be together, but you always navigated them carefully, side by side until things turned around.

All of your friends come out to help you pack and move - thank god for the Miller brothers. Santi has the whole operation under wraps; all you had to do was tell him what you wanted done, and he and the boys would do it with military precision.

Everything was running so smoothly you barely did anything, spending most of the days they spent packing up furniture and placing boxes in trucks showing Sofia and Maria around town with Inez, staying out of the guys’ way while they did all the hard work.

Benny had volunteered to drive the moving truck to your new home while you, Santi, and Inez drove in your car with some of the smaller boxes and suitcases full of what you’d need immediately, like toiletries and spare clothes and pajamas. You were just as excited as Inez, though you weren’t bouncing up and down the entire car trip.

It takes some time to get settled in, to create a new routine with Santi and Inez and Toby, but everything fit together perfectly once you get the hang of it. You loved watching Santiago with your daughter, how wonderful he was with her, the way he’d sling her pink, sparkly backpack across his shoulders whenever he’d come with you to pick her up from school and walk her safely through the parking lot.

Winter arrives, and Christmas comes with it, and you’re happier than you’ve ever been.

This year, you get to kiss Santi whenever you see him, sit next to him and hold his hand or cuddle into his side when he slings an arm around your shoulder. Santi’s a sap, and even though the guys don’t say anything because he’s happier than he’s ever been, they can’t help but roll their eyes and smile whenever his eyes track you across the room with a reverent look.

Over the past few months, Inez has taken to calling Santi ‘dad’, and you’d been terrified the first time it happened, but Santiago didn’t do anything but smile wider than you’ve ever seen him and answer the question she was asking. Now, she calls for her dad as often as she can. It’s a novel word for both of them, and his eyes light up every single time.

Christmas Eve is spent at the Morales’s again - Sofia is pregnant with their second baby and decided that she didn’t want to leave the house. Maria is over the moon about being a big sister, and keeps telling everyone who will listen about all of the fun things she’s going to do with her little sibling.

Everything seems so much brighter than last Christmas. You and Santi are finally together, Sofia is having another baby, and Will and Sydney finally got engaged. It seems as if everything yet nothing has changed, as if this is the way it was always meant to be.

The evening passes in similar fashion to last year, with dinner and gifts and restless children, except now, Santiago helps you haul Inez’s gifts to the car and drives you all home. He helps Inez set up cookies for Santa and the three of you cuddle on the couch until your daughter passes out, curled up between the two of you.

As expected, Inez comes bounding into your room at the crack of dawn, jumping onto the bed to wake you and Santi. It takes a few minutes to gather your senses, but soon enough you’re all downstairs, watching as Inez tears at the gifts under the tree.

“Did you like all the presents from Santa?” You ask her as she climbs onto your lap while Santiago starts breakfast.

“Yeah, except I didn’t get a little sister, but that’s okay because toys are probably better.”

She moves on pretty quickly, hopping off the couch and back onto the floor to play with her toys. She doesn’t bring up wanting to be a big sister until March, when Luna Morales is born and Maria becomes a big sister. Both of the girls are obsessed with the baby, spending hours just sitting and watching her, interspersed with begging Sofia to know when she’ll be big enough to play with.

It seems like with the new addition to the group, everyone gets baby fever. Sydney had mentioned to you that she’s ready to start trying, because watching Inez grow up and meeting little Luna has only increased her desire to be a mom, even after Luna spit up on her. If Benny’s around, he’s got Luna in his arms more often than not, even though he’s perfectly content with staying as Uncle Benny for a little while longer.

You’ve never seen Santiago look at something with as much longing as he looks at sweet baby Luna. He’d been terrified to hold her, just as Sofia told you he was scared to hold Maria, but he always cradles her in the softest of ways, looks down and cooes at the big brown eyes she’d inherited from his best friend. He’d mentioned it a few times in passing, how maybe he wouldn’t be an awful father to a baby, but he’s yet to outright ask if you wanted to start trying.

The spring is spent with lots of play dates at the Morales house, so Inez can keep Maria busy and you can watch over Luna while Sofia showers and naps and does whatever she needs to do. And, if you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve gotten a little bit of baby fever too.

You love Inez more than words can say, and you wouldn’t change a single thing about her, not even raising her alone, but it would be nice to have someone by your side throughout the whole pregnancy, someone to be there for all the milestones. Sure, the first time you had Syd, and you’re eternally grateful for her, but you can’t imagine how different it would be to go through all that with the other person who’s going to raise your baby.

You want to have a baby with Santiago.

Before you broach that topic with him, though, the two of you get married, going down to the courthouse in late June with your friends as witnesses. And, while you’re there, Santi officially adopts Inez, and you don’t think you’ve ever been happier.

The reception is in your backyard, with food from a local restaurant and drinks spread out in coolers along the back porch. The kids run around with Toby while the adults take turns holding Luna so her parents can eat and have a few minutes to relax. It’s casual and simple and absolutely perfect.

You and Santiago finally have a talk about having children together, and by next Christmas, you’re the one pulling the pregnant card and making everyone come to your house. Inez is absolutely over the moon, chattering on and on about how she’ll finally have someone besides Toby to play with.

It seems like your happiness is only growing, with every Christmas somehow better than the last. There’s no fighting, no drama, no snarky comments, just genuine love and appreciation for the people you’re surrounded with. There’s not a day that goes by where you aren’t beyond grateful for the family you’ve made and for the bigger family you’ve found.

And, in March, the newest member of that family arrived.

The group had been divided over whether it would be a boy or a girl, even though it hadn’t mattered to you as long as they were happy. Still, Benny had to slip Will a twenty dollar bill when you revealed that you’d be having a baby girl.

Little Augustine Elena Garcia is born, with her father’s eyes and your smile, the same one inherited by Inez. You’d been worried, terrified, that she would feel replaced when the baby arrived, but it seems like every second she’s home, Inez is with Augustine, even if she just sits next to you or Santi as you hold her.

If you thought it was wonderful to see Santi with Inez, you’re blown away by the sight of him cradling your baby girl. He's amazing, the most supportive partner you could ever ask for. He does whatever you need him too, and still makes sure to spend special time with Inez, like playing with stuffies together or going to get ice cream, so she remembers that he always loves her.

As Augustine gets a little older, Santi takes to wearing her on his chest as he moves around the house, folding laundry or doing the dishes, sometimes strapping her to his chest while he takes Toby for a walk so he doesn’t need to worry about dealing with the stroller.

He just loves to be close to her. You can’t even count the times you’ve walked into the living room and seen Auggie asleep on his chest, Santiago passed out beneath her.

You host Christmas again, and Santiago spends most of the day with Augustine strapped to his chest. She’s a total daddy’s girl, and you’d feel a little jealous if it weren’t so adorable. Both of your girls love to be with Santi, and he loves spending time with them just as much.

As you sit around, waiting for everyone to open their gifts with Auggie in your arms and Inez nestled between you and Santiago, you can’t help but think about how much everything has changed in the last four Christmases.

You’d met everyone as a single mom to a kindergartener, feeling like you’d never meet someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. Now, Inez is eight years old, you have another daughter, and you’re married to your favorite person in the world.

This was never the life you grew up dreaming about; the husband and dog and white picket fence, two and a half kids and a nine-to-five, the whole suburban dream. You were never aching for a husband, and you hadn’t thought much about kids until you had Inez.

You did things a little differently, a little unconventionally, but you wouldn’t change a thing. Even if this wasn’t the life you grew up dreaming about, you’d never been happier and you don’t think it’s possible for you to become any happier.

Everything always works out the way it should, and the universe works in mysterious ways. Still, you wouldn’t change a goddamn thing about your life, not when you’re surrounded by your favorite people, by your daughters, by the love of your life.

You feel complete, and nothing could ever top that.

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#santiago garcia #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x you #santiago pope garcia #santiago pope garica x reader #triple frontier #triple fontier fanfic #i’ll be back again to stay

[hgranger93493]

Content: Part 1.

Summary: You are getting ready to be married in a week. Everything will go smoothly, right?

Warnings: Angst, slight fluff, language.

Pairings: OC x reader; Sam x Jess; Dean x reader(eventually)

Wordcount: 5470

A/N: This will be a mini-series set in AU. Hopefully you'll like it.

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You slide the door open to your balcony and stepped outside to get some fresh air. After today, you needed a couple of drinks with the fresh air. You sighed deeply and looked towards the dark sky as the clouds moved around the full moon. You kept playing with the pack of cigarettes in your hand and flicking the lighter off and on. You haven’t smoked since college. The last semester was stressful to you and picked up this habit for a few months. Not that it helped much, but you were on the verge of needing some relief today. You were startled when you heard a deep voice to your left.

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

“Holy shit! You scared me.” You squeaked with your hand on your chest.

A deep chuckle left this person’s throat and the moonlight shined on their face at the same time.

“Dean? What are you doing here?”

Dean slowly got up from the patio chair and walked towards you. Dean visits his brother Sam once every month. You met him a few times since Sam moved next door a year ago. You, Sam, and Jess were friends from college. Although you all weren’t thick as thieves, you enjoyed their company from time to time. Having your both balconies side by side was fun. You hang out with them and have cookouts during summer and exchange dishes whenever possible. The main reason you didn’t hang out much with them was because of Matthew. Your fiancé. You met Matt during your freshman year and you both have been dating since sophomore year. Matt never liked Sam and Jess as they weren’t up to his “standards”, whatever that meant. So, all of you never ran in the same circles, but you hung out with Jess whenever possible.

Dean leaned on the short wall separating the balconies and smiled up at you.

“Just visiting Sam. Missed my little brother”

“Pssh! He ain’t little Dean.”

Dean laughed a little and eyed the cigarettes box in your hand as if asking the same question again.

“Yeah, I don’t smoke. Just needed something to relieve the stress.”

“Are you okay?”

It has been a while since someone asked that question. You really didn’t want to talk, but you didn’t want to be rude to Dean. He was always sweet and kind.

You sighed a little and replied “Just the stress of planning the wedding is getting to me.”

Dean cleared his throat and asked “Wanna talk about it?”

“Thanks Dean, but I don’t want to bother ya.”

“You are not a bother, sweetheart. I’m hear to listen if you need to vent.”

You put the cigarettes and the lighter aside and took a step towards him.

“Not sure where to start, but the ‘small’ wedding we were supposed to have turned out into a full-blown production.”

“Yessh, that does sound stressful. Anybody helping you with it?”

“Well, my fiancé was supposed to help me, but his mother took over the reigns for him and she wants nothing and everything in the wedding. Today we were at the cake tasting and she insisted on having a 5-tier cake and her favorite flavor. Who needs five tiers of cake? We went back and forth and she finally got her way like she always does.” You sighed a little after your vent. “Maybe it is something small, maybe I am over reacting”

“No, you are not, it is your wedding and you and your fiancé should have a final say. Not the monster-in-law to be.”

You chuckled a little at his jab at Matt’s mom. You never said it out loud, but she was indeed a monster. She sat you down after the engagement and brought you up to speed on how women in their family must keep their husbands first and told you the literal “rules” about having some traditions at the wedding. Since Matt was their only son, she wanted an extravagant wedding. You told her that you didn’t believe in spending all your life savings on one party. You wanted to save money as much as you can so you can use it for down payment on your future home. But she put her foot down and told you as a bride, your family and you need to do everything to make the wedding the best day of her son’s life. She knows your parents passed away when you were sixteen and she tries to make me feel like an orphan when an opportunity strikes. I mean who does that?

You were lost in thoughts when you heard Dean call you again.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm”

“You, okay?”

“Yeah, sorry I have a lot on my mind. With the wedding planning and budgeting”

“You don’t have to apologize Y/N. Just wanted to make sure you are ok.”

“Thanks Dean. Maybe I need a hot shower and a good night’s sleep.”

“Yeah, you should get some rest.”

“Alright, thanks for talking me out of smoking. I really was debating.” You laughed a little.

“Well, I’m glad to be of help. Good night sweetheart.”

You smiled a little and waved Dean good night and walked back inside your apartment.

Dean took a deep breath and went back in to Sam’s apartment.

Sam was in the kitchen getting dinner ready. He looked up when he heard the door to his patio open and close.

“Were you talking to someone?”

“Yeah, Y/N.”

“Oh, how is she doing? I barely see her here since she got engaged to that douche.”

“Douche?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, not sure what Y/N sees in Matt, but Jess and I never liked him. He was a total d-bag in college. He once asked what our dad was ‘worth’ to determine if we could be friends.”

“What? That is weird.”

“Yeah, he only wanted to be friends with guys who were loaded and could spend daddy’s money.”

“Oh boy, what is Y/N doing with an ass like that?”

“I don’t know Dean. She always kept to herself in freshman year. Jess and I met her in calculus class and never had many classes together since we were all in different majors. She is pretty smart, I tell you.”

Dean smiled and replied “Yeah, that she seems to be.” He kept thinking how beautiful she is too. She had a pretty smile.

Sam sensed something and said “She is engaged Dean. Don’t even think about it.”

“Seriously Sam? You think that low of me that I would hit on an engaged woman?”

“Just warning ya.”

“Yeah, whatever bitch.”

“Jerk.”

Jess walked in the front door at caught the end of their conversation.

“Don’t start you too. I want to have a nice and pleasant dinner.”

“He started it!” both said and the same time pointing to each other.

Jess rolled her eyes and walked over to Dean to give him a hug and went over to Sam and pecked his cheek as a greeting.

“So, what were you guys talking about?”

“Y/N” Sam replied.

“Oh, what about her? Is she ok?”

“Oh yeah. Just caught her on one of her bad days, I guess. She is stressed about the wedding planning.” Dean replied.

“Oh” Jess replied a little lost in thought.

“Everything okay babe?”

Jess jerked back from her thoughts and replied “Yeah…yeah” and she smiled at her boyfriend. Sam knew she was hiding something, but didn’t bring it up.

“So, are you guys invited to the wedding?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, Y/N sent us both the invite and unfortunately, we had to decline since the wedding falls during mom and dad’s anniversary weekend. With the planning and everything, it would be a tight squeeze to attend the wedding and drive to Lawrence.”

“Oh yeah, that reminds me. We need to finalize the seating tomorrow so I can let Ellen know.” Dean reminded Sam.

“We can take a look at it tomorrow morning after breakfast?” Sam asked.

“Sounds good to me.”

The three finished their dinner ended the night with some light laughs and heavy liquor.

That night Sam and Jess were getting ready for bed and Sam decided to bring up what Jess was thinking about when they were talking about Y/N.

“Hey babe, what were you thinking when we were talking about Y/N’s wedding”

“Oh, it is nothing. Maybe I didn’t see it correctly and imagining things.”

“You didn’t see what correctly?” Sam asked curiously.

Jess sighed a little and replied “The other day I think I saw Matt with someone else when I was hanging out with Melissa and getting drinks at the club.”

“What?” Sam asked bewildered.

“Yeah, maybe it wasn’t him.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, because this person was heavily making out with the woman who he was with.”

“It could have been Y/N.”

“I thought so too, but that night when I returned to the apartment I ran into Y/N while she was taking out trash and she was telling how she was stuck at home all day working on a deadline.”

“Oh” Sam said. “Maybe it wasn’t Matt. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was, but for Y/N’s sake let’s hope it was someone else.”

“Yeah, me too babe. It was a dark club and loud. Maybe I am wrong. But in all honesty, she deserves someone else. I never liked Matt.” Jess said scrunching up her nose.

“Yeah, me neither.”

“See that is why I like you.” Jess replied with a grin.

“Geez, I thought you like me for other things too” Sam wiggled his eyebrows and pounced on Jess making her giggle loudly.

Sam and Jess were interrupted when they heard three bangs from the adjacent room.

“Hey! The walls are pretty thin around here. You are scarring me for life” Dean yelled.

Sam and Jess giggle quietly and yelled “Sorry” at the same time.

Dean huffed a little and closed his eyes to try and sleep. For whatever reason his mind kept going back to Y/N and how he wanted to hug her and take her worries away after seeing her today. He cannot get the image of her face that was lit up with the soft moonlight earlier.

“Stop it, Dean. Stop it. She is getting married.” He murmured to himself and started counting backwards to fall asleep. Some how he fell asleep and let the darkness consume him soon.

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Next morning you woke up well rested. You are lucky you worked from home. You had a few things to take care at work and then work on wedding stuff. Your manager was very understanding that you needed cut back a few hours everyday to go meet vendors and stuff during weekdays to finalize the stuff for the wedding.

You took a quick shower and made a small breakfast for yourself and texted Matt reminding him again about meeting the florist today at 11:30 and to come pick you up at 11:00. He didn’t reply, but you assumed he saw the message. After working for a few hours, you were about to take an early lunch. You put on some jeans and a simple t-shirt to get ready to go to the florist. It was 11:00 and your phone rang. It was Matt.

“Hey babe. You downstairs?”

He groggily replied “Hey. I just woke up and saw your message. I don’t think I can make it to the appointment. Can you go by yourself? I mean it is flowers, what would I do there anyways?”

To you say you were furious was an understatement. Who even wakes up at 11AM on a weekday? Especially when you are planning your wedding?

“Seriously Matt? We both were supposed to go to the florist and finalize the flowers and center pieces. It is not just my wedding it is our wedding.”

“You are making mountains out of mole hills Y/N. It is just stupid flowers, who cares?”

“Who cares? Are you kidding Matt? Don’t you care about this wedding? I mean I wanted a small wedding, but your mom insisted on making extravagant.”

“Don’t bring my mom into this Y/N.” He replied with a tone that was almost scary.

“Well, she chose the cake yesterday. Maybe she should just choose the flowers as well.” You replied snidely.

“You are lucky you have my mom helping you. You have no friends and no family. Be grateful”

That hurt. You were on the verge of tears and you cleared your throat.

“I didn’t mean to be ungrateful; I just would like you to participate in this wedding planning. This is how we make memories. We only have a week left.”

“Well now I am not in the mood to come anyways, I’ll ask mom to join you.”

“No, that’s okay. I’ll take care of it. You don’t have to bother her.”

“She’ll come. Drive yourself there.” Matt replied and cut the call.

Those tears finally spilled. You were always alone after you lost your mom and dad. They were the biggest support system in your life and loosing that was horrible. You always thought meeting Matt was a blessing. He kept you active socially basically dragging you to every party and event around college. Over the years his friends became your friends, his life became your life and now his family was going to be yours. You were skeptical towards him and his motives, but didn’t want to question too much about it. You were getting a family again, so you bent anyway Matt molded you.

You picked yourself up and drove to the florist. Matt’s mom Martha was already there and she had a sour face. You sighed deeply and walked towards her.

“Matt told me about the conversation you both had earlier.” No hi or hello.

“Umm, what do you mean?”

“You shouldn’t force Matt to do things he doesn’t like. That is not OK” she hissed.

“Martha, I didn’t say anything. I just wanted him to join us to choose flowers since this is our wedding.”

“Well, you got me. So, let’s get to it.” She replied and got to work.

Peonies. She picked peonies. I mean they are beautiful flowers, but you wanted to have sunflowers in your bouquet. They were your mom’s favorite. You wanted her to be with you in some way on your special day. It is not traditional, but you thought you could at least win this fight. But you had no strength left in you to argue, so you let Martha pick everything.

After the appointment you drove back to your apartment. Glad that you and Matt don’t share a place. Otherwise, you would have seen his mom all the time. You need a break this evening. Get your mind off the planning so you decided to call you maid of honor, Lisa. Matt introduced you to Lisa in college. Matt and her dated the freshman year, but they both didn’t “click”. They remained friends and hung out all the time. Lisa became your impromptu best friend.

You rang Lisa. After a few rings she picked up the phone. She almost sounded as if she ran half a mile.

“Hey Lisa. How is it going?”

“Hey Y/N. What’s up?”

“Oh, I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out this evening. Maybe grab a few drinks and get a bite?”

“Um no, I can’t. My sister is visiting. She just broke up with her boyfriend and is upset and she needs me.”

“I am so sorry to hear that. How is doing now?”

“Huh...yeah yeah..she is fine.” Lisa replied hastily.

“Okay, hope she feels better. Maybe we can get together later this week. Go over some details about the bridesmaid dresses and set an appointment for a final fitting?”

“Yeah..yeah that sounds fine. Listen Y/N, I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.” She cut the call even before you could say bye.

You looked at the phone puzzled and got back to your work.

At 4, you promptly shut off the laptop to cook something. You didn’t eat lunch since you lost your appetite after meeting you mother-in-law to be. You decided to cook something and were in the kitchen ready to start your prep when you heard a knock at your door.

You were hoping Matt cooled down and stopped by. When you opened the door, you were met with Jess’s big smile. You always loved hanging out with Jess. She had such an infectious smile and attitude. She was a caring person in general.

“Hey Y/N! Is this a bad time?”

“No, no not at all. Come in.” You invited her in.

She gave you a tight hug and you wrapped your arms around here and squeezed her. You needed this after the whole florist fiasco. She broke the hug, and you both walked to your couch to sit down and have a chat. A few niceties were exchanged.

“Sam and I were wondering if you are free this evening?”

“Oh? Why?”

“We feel bad for not being able to attend your wedding and we were wondering if we can take you out for dinner and drinks this evening. Maybe your fiancé can join us too?”

What a relief. You need some company this evening and Jess is a literal angel at this point.

“Sure! Let me call Matt and check with him.”

“Okay, let’s say 7? We can get an early start on the drinks.” Jess laughed.

“You read my mind sister. 7 sounds good.”

Jess got up to leave the apartment and turned around. “Oh! Dean is also going to join us. Is that okay?”

You smiled a little wider hearing Dean’s name. Jess didn’t miss that.

“Of course! The more the merrier, right?”

“Yup! Alright, see you then.”

“See ya.” Your spirits were lifted. You called Matt to tell him about the plan. Praying that his mood is set after the call you had earlier today.

“Yeah?” He answered his call.

“Hey Matt, are you busy?”

“Not really, what’s up?”

“Um, you remember Sam and Jess, right? My neighbors. We went to college with them.”

“Yeah, what about them?”

“They wanted to hangout this evening. Get some drinks together. They feel bad that they can’t attend the wedding. They invited us both. They want to leave at 7. Want to come over to my place?”

Matt sighed “Listen Y/N. I never really liked that Sam guy. He is thinks he is above everyone because of his brains. I don’t want to hang out with them. You shouldn’t either.”

You were taken back a little. Sam was the most down to earth guy you ever met. Even in college. Not sure why Matt thinks that way.

“But Matt, they want to take us both out for drinks and dinner. They are nice people. You should give them a chance.”

“Y/N, I said what I said. I don’t want to go. Also, I made plans with my ma. I will let you hang out with them. Just this one time.”

Seriously? You never asked his permission.

“I don’t need your permission to hang out with them Matt. They are kind enough to invite us for dinner and this is how you talk?”

“Do I need to remind you of our talk from this morning?” He asked gruffly.

“Whatever.” You said and cut the call. You weren’t going to apologize when you have done nothing wrong. You were looking forward to this evening with Jess and Sam. And you were not going to lie that you were looking forward to spending some time with Dean as well. He always seemed nice and caring.

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General POV:

Jess walked into their apartment and found Sam and Dean on the couch going over some details about their parent’s anniversary party.

“Y/N is free this evening. She will join us for drinks and dinner. I told her we will leave at 7.”

Dean perked up hearing this. And Jess didn’t miss that. She smirked a little walking to the fridge to get a drink.

“Matt is also going to join us.”

Sam groaned. “I hate that guy.” He muttered.

“Tough luck, you better behave this evening, Samuel.” Jess scolded him.

“Yeah yeah. I will if he will.”

“Sam, we invited them, so play nice. It is just one evening.”

“Yes ma’am” Sam replied.

Around 6:45, Y/N heard a knock at her door. She was expecting Jess, but when she opened the door, she saw Dean. He was wearing a simple flannel and jeans and boy, did he look good. She wiped those thoughts away and smiled at Dean.

“Hey Dean! I am almost ready. Need a few more minutes. Come in.”

“Hey. No rush. Just wanted to talk to you before we left.”

Y/N looked a little puzzled.

“Oh? What do you want to talk about?” Y/N was putting on her ear ring using the mirror in the foyer. Her back to Dean.

“Um, wanted to see if it was okay with you and Matt for me to join. I can drop if you guys feel uncomfortable.”

Y/N turned back to face him. She didn’t understand where this was coming from.

“Dean, that is totally fine. Thanks for checking with me. It will be fun. Also, Matt is not joining us this evening. He is otherwise occupied” Y/N said as she rolled her eyes and turned around to put on her other ear ring.

Dean was relived to know that Matt wouldn’t join. After what Sam told him, he didn’t really care much about that douchebag either. He didn’t ask her more about why Matt couldn’t join them.

“Ok, I am ready. Ready to head out?”

Dean took a few seconds to admire her. She dressed simple, but she made her outfit look amazing.

“Yeah, let’s go see if Sam and Jess and ready too.”

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The evening started out great. All four of them hit a few bars and drank and danced their worries away. Especially Y/N. She let loose. Jess challenged Y/N to drink to every drink she had. And that turned into a friendly competition and both women were very tipsy by the time they hit their third or fourth bar. Sam and Dean soon realized that it was time to get some food to soak up the alcohol.

Jess and Y/N were giggling all night and just having fun. Dean was amused every time he looked at Y/N. He wished he met Y/N sooner because he would have asked her out. No doubt. But we can’t always get what we want, right?

They wanted to make their way to a restaurant to end their night and eat something. Y/N and Jess wanted to drink a little more and dance and kept calling the men party poopers.

“Ladies, you both need to eat. We had been drinking for 3 hours now.” Sam scolded.

“Booo!” Jess yelled.

Y/N parroted her and yelled “Yeah, Booooo!” towards Dean and broke into a fit of giggles.

Sam and Dean both sighed and somehow convinced them. Y/N understood and reasoned with Jess.

“Girl, we need food. I am hungry. I am sure they serve wine there.” She winked.

“Aww, I don’t want the night to end. I never get to hangout with you. Which is weird. We were friends in college and now we are neighbors and we never did this before.”

Y/n felt bad. Matt always made plans for her and never let her hangout with Sam and Jess. Sensing this Jess straightened up.

“Sorry, that was uncalled for.” Jess replied groggily.

“No no, don’t apologize. We will do this again. I promise” Y/N told Jess and gave her a hug.

This conversation warmed Sam and Dean. Dean especially. He knew it was Matt that held her back, but he was glad Y/N was letting some steam out and spending time with Jess. It looked like she needed this.

At the restaurant, they got a booth. Sam and Jess sat on one side and Y/N and Dean on the other. Y/N felt the warmth coming off Dean. They reminisced over the night’s events and were having fun. During the conversation Dean rested his arm behind Y/N. She could smell the cologne coming off Dean. Not thinking she turned a little to face Dean and smiled.

“You smell so good Dean.” She said almost giddily.

Dean had a smug look on his face and with a grin replied “Thank you, darling.”

Sam cleared his throat as if warning Dean again.

Dean immediately realized the closeness and took his arm off the seat and moved a little away from her.

Jess got up to go use the restroom while you three were finishing your food. She got back to the table a few minutes later very sober and a little flustered.

“We need to go home. Now” she said to the table.

“Babe, what is the hurry? We still haven’t gotten dessert” Sam replied confused. You and Dean were confused as well. Jess looked at Sam and subtly pointed at something behind her with her eyes. Sam followed her eyesight to where it was pointed. Sam tightened his jaw.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Sam replied.

Dean and Y/N were confused, but obliged. Sam and Dean went to the front desk to settle the check. Y/N felt the need to use the bathroom.

“Guys, I will be right back. I need to use the restroom.”

“No Y/N wait..” Jess stopped her, but it was too late.

Y/N turned around and immediately got a glimpse of Matt at one of the booths. Y/N was not sure, but she squinted her eyes and he wasn’t alone. He was with Lisa. Your maid of honor. They both were cozied up in the booth facing her and even before she could realize what was happening, they started making out heavily.

The air got knocked out of Y/N. The blood drained from her face. Jess immediately came to her side to hold her. Sam and Dean saw what was happening and walked over to the girls. Dean was worried to see Y/N in such state. He looked at what she was looking. He saw two people playing tonsil tennis with each other. He looked at Sam for an explanation.

“That’s Matt.” That was all he needed to hear. He went to Y/N’s side and tried to get her to talk. She was honestly scaring him. She was in shock.

“Sweetheart, hey! Look at me. Let’s get out of here. Okay?” He was trying to get to her.

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Y/N’s POV:

Your blood was boiling. Internally you were screaming and you wanted to pounce on Matt and Lisa. But you were unable to move. You weren’t blinking, trying to make sure you were seeing things right. Dean’s voice broke you out of your trance. You looked at Dean.

“You…you guys got my back?” She asked shakingly.

Sam and Jess looked at each other not understanding what you were asking. But Dean immediately understood.

“Absolutely” replied Dean. That is all you needed to hear.

You straightened your stance pulled the engagement ring from your left hand and marched over to their table like a woman on a mission. Dean, Jess and Sam followed you. You made eye contact with Matt and Lisa.

“You two. Outside. Now!” You said in a calm voice and slammed the ring on the table and turned to walk away.

Dean was right beside you and opened the door for you. You didn’t want to make a scene inside the restaurant. A lot of people were having a good time and it wasn’t fair to them.

Once the cool air hit your face, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Sam and Jess immediately came to your side and Dean never leaving your side.

“Are you ok Y/N?” Jess asked. Honestly your calmness was scaring her.

You smiled at her and shook your head yes.

Matt and Lisa showed up a few minutes later walking towards you. Lisa cowering behind Matt. When they were close enough. You looked at Matt.

“How long?” was all you asked calmly.

“Y/N…” Matt started to say.

“HOW LONG?!” you yelled at this point.

Matt flinched at your tone. Honestly everyone around you flinched, but you didn’t care.

Matt put his head down and mumbled something.

“What?” you asked as you couldn’t hear.

“Over a year” Matt said a little louder. You felt like someone slapped you. You were mad at him for doing this, but you were even more mad at him for how he manipulated you and gaslighted you even after he started the affair. The nerve on this guy. He was fucking someone else behind your back. Your maid of honor no less.

“Then why did you propose to me?” You yelled.

Matt put his head down unable to answer. And that answered your question.

“Oh god, it was proposal out of guilt isn’t it?” you questioned. When he didn’t answer you yelled “Isn’t it?”

Matt shook his head and lifted his head to look at you.

You took a deep breath and pointed at him.

“I want you to come get your shit from my apartment tomorrow. They might be in the hallway, or near the dumpster. I don’t know yet.” You told him. Spitting venom.

“And you” you pointed to Lisa. “I trusted you. You could have done the right thing and told me. But you didn’t. And you even lied to me. You volunteered to be my maid of honor. I never want to see your face ever again. Understood?”

Lisa nodded her head and cowered even further behind Matt.

“Heh, I should have realized what a manipulative bastard you are Matt. But I always gave you the benefit of the doubt. Ignored all the red flags. But that one is on me, isn’t it?” Your voice waivered at the end.

Dean got beside you and placed a hand on your lower back. Telling you silently he got you. Jess placed he hand on your shoulder and Sam was right behind you and Dean. They got your back and you didn’t want to spill any more tears for this son of a bitch! Literally.

You turned to Dean.

“I want to go home Dean.” You said quietly.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Dean gave Matt a dirty look and guided you out of there. Jess and Sam silently followed.

You were walking slowly and started to shiver a little. Dean put his arm around your shoulder. You were glad he was there. You slowly brought your hand around Dean’s torso from the behind and snuggled into him. For warmth, for comfort, for support. And it felt good. Dean did not complain one bit.

“I got you Y/N. I got you.” Dean reassured and kissed your temple.

How you got home was a mystery. You got into your apartment and sat on the couch silently. Dean sat beside you holding you. Sam went to get some water for you. Jess crouched to your eye level. A sad smile on her face.

“How are you feeling?” Jess asked you.

“I want to be alone.” You replied. Jess looked at Dean and then Sam. Sam shook his head a no, not comfortable leaving you alone in this mental state.

“Y/N I don’t think it is good for you to be alone at this time.” Jess tried to assure you.

You shook your head no and said “Please I just want to be alone. With my thoughts. Please” you pleaded with her.

“But…” she was about to put her foot down when Dean stepped in.

“How about I stay with you Y/N?”

You turned your head to him “You don’t have to Dean. It’s ok. I won’t do anything irrational, if that is what you all are worried about.”

Dean felt bad. “We don’t want you to be alone in case Matt comes back. Doesn’t he have a key?”

You nodded your head yes. “See, just for your safety I’ll stay here. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

For some reason you felt better knowing someone will be close by. “Okay” you replied silently.

Jess smiled and said “Good.” She squeezed your knee as an assurance. “That’s settled. When you wake up tomorrow come straight to our place for breakfast.” That was an order. You nodded your head yes.

“Heads up, this guy snores like a bear.” Jess said pointing her thumb at Dean.

“Hey! I don’t snore.” Dean defended.

You chuckled a little. Thankful for them trying to cheer you up. You took Dean’s hand in your hand and looked up and Jess and Sam. “Thanks for having my back today. That wasn’t a pleasant situation to be around.”

“We always got your back Y/N.” Sam assured you with a smile. Dean squeezed your hand and said “I got you. Always.” Silently.

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[george-weasleys-girl]

North Star Series

Chapter 7 - Big Brother

Warnings: cursing, George and Fred arguing, angry George, sad Fred

Summary: An overprotective Fred confronts George and Y/N about the nature of their relationship.

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"I don't see why you're so upset. I think they make a cute couple." Ginny smiled at George and Y/N lounging on their usual spot by the fire.

Fred opened his mouth, then closed it, pinching his lips together. 'Ridiculously cute.' But, there was no way in hell he was admitting that out loud.

A painful tightness formed in his chest at the sound of his brother and Y/N laughing. "Of course George would fall for the girl who lives half a world away and is leaving at the end of the year."

"So?" Ginny shrugged. "Long distance relationships are not unheard of, you know." She glanced up and slapped Fred's hand away from his mouth. "Stop biting your nails! You're making them bleed."

"Oi, Ginny! That hurt." Fred rubbed the burgeoning red mark on the back of his hand.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a baby. And stop worrying so much."

"But, this isn't going to end well." Fred whined, gesturing toward his twin and Y/N.

"Maybe. Maybe not. But George has to live his own life. You can't protect him forever."

"He's not ready for a broken heart, Ginny."

"No one ever is, doesn't matter if it's their first or their fiftieth."

~•~

Fred knew Ginny was right, but that didn't make it any easier watching his brother run headlong over a cliff. With each passing day, George and Y/N grew closer, their once well-defined edges beginning to blur together.

Tonight would be the eighth time in two weeks that Y/N and George spent the night together in the common room. Fred sighed and proceeded to chew another nail down to the quick. The really sad, frustrating part was that he really did like Y/N and she was as close to perfect for George as anybody could get. His brother's happiness and self-confidence had skyrocketed since she arrived. Under different circumstances, Fred would be ecstatic.

Except, circumstances weren't different and Fred just couldn't see how their relationship would survive her return to the States. Everytime he saw the two of them together, his chest ached at the thought of George's inevitable heartbreak.

~•~

Fred decided to broach the subject while he and George were in their dorm room working on a prototype for their new invention.

"What are you doing with Y/N?"

"Nothing at the moment." George grinned. "She's at the library helping Ginny and Neville with their potions homework right now. Ask me again in a few hours."

"I'm being serious, George."

"So am I."

Fred glowered at his twin.

"Ok, ok. Sorry. Carry on." George sat up straighter and put on his best serious face.

Choosing to ignore his twin's antics, Fred began. "The two of you are spending almost all of your free time together. You spent most of the day at Hogsmede with her and now she's your date to the Yule Ball."

"Should I have asked you, instead?" George asked, eyes twinkling.

Fred tapped his fingers on the table, eyes narrowed at his brother. "Don't you think you might be spending a bit too much time with her?"

"No, why?" George's eyebrows crinkled together. "We're really good friends."

"Really good friends? Seriously, mate? Don't give me that shit. I see the way you look at each other. Not to mention, your little cuddlefests in the common room say otherwise."

George leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "What the hell are you trying to say?

Fred raked his fingers through his hair, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Y/N's an exchange student and she's leaving at the end of the school year. That's what I'm saying. Have you thought about what's going to happen when she goes back home?"

George stood and paced around the room. "Look, we're really close, I'll give you that. But, we're just friends."

"You're avoiding my question." Fred accused. "You know I'm right. You know getting too close to her is a mistake."

"It's my mistake to make." George stood rigid, his voice cold as he glared at the older twin.

"Yeah, it is. I just want you to think about things. If I were you--

George cut him off. "BUT YOU AREN'T, ARE YOU?! AND I'M NOT YOU! We are separate people, in case you haven't noticed. And I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions."

Fred flinched at his twin's angry words. It was rare that they fought and even rarer that his brother raised his voice. He visibly swallowed and began again. "George, I'm not trying to tell you what to do. I--I just don't want you getting hurt."

George's shoulders slumped, his anger draining away when he saw the pain in Fred's eyes. Letting out a long sigh, he sat back down. "Freddie--" George began, but Fred, oblivious to his twins change in demeanor, held up his hand, silencing him.

"I need to take a walk," he said, standing and hurrying out of the room, leaving George to stare after him.

~•~

Fred walked, barely aware of the biting wind, a painful tightness in his throat. He loved George more than anyone or anything else and had only wanted to help, to look after his brother, like he'd always done. Not only did he fail at that, he may have made things worse. He should've listened to Ginny and kept his stupid mouth shut.

The elder twin sighed. He knew he was wallowing in self-pity. He didn't care. He didn't have the energy or desire to do anything else. So he walked and wallowed until the cold burned his cheeks and the damp from the recent rain leeched into his bones.

~•~

Not ready to face George, Fred wandered the halls, lost in his endless ruminations, when a familiar voice infiltrated his brooding thoughts. It was Ginny. She and Neville were coming out of the library.

"Hi, big brother!" Ginny bounded over to him. "What brings you here?"

He didn't answer, but responded with a question of his own. "Is Y/N still in the library?"

"I--uh, yeah. Why?" Ginny questioned.

"Just need to ask her something." Fred mumbled as he marched into the library before his sister could ask anything else.

~•~

Y/N was sitting alone, engrossed in a book. She didn't notice Fred until he sat down next to her.

"Oh hi, Fred," she greeted him, perplexed at his sudden appearance.

"You got a minute to talk?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah, of course. What's on your mind?"

"Where do you see your relationship with George going?" Fred asked, jumping straight to the point.

"Where do I--?" Y/N looked at him blankly.

"When you go back home, what are you expecting to happen?"

"Ohh." She closed her book, realization dawning on her. "I'm not going to toss him off to the side, if that's what you're asking."

"Is that a promise you really think you can keep?" Fred crossed his arms.

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair. "George is the plot twist I didn't see coming. In a very short time he has worked his way into my heart." She paused, looking down at her hands for a moment. "That's--unusual for me. I don't let just anyone get that close to me, especially this quickly. Some would say I'm picky or snobbish. I don't care," she shrugged. "I have very high standards and George surpassed every single one. Do you know how rare that is for me? It almost never happens. Friend or otherwise, I'm not giving him up, Fred. Not unless he wishes it."

Fred didn't respond immediately, but remained silent, searching her eyes, mulling over her words.

When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, arms uncrossed. "Promise me that you'll be gentle with him. He's more fragile than he lets on."

"Believe me, I know." She locked eyes with Fred. "I promise I will always be gentle. No matter what happens.

The faintest hint of a smile crossed his face. "Good." With that he stood and strode out of the library, the weight on his shoulders a little lighter.

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"Old habits die hard" Aela said.

Minerva didn't respond, she continued to say nothing.

Suddenly Aela burst into life, her tone a faster and more desperate, as if she was in a great rush to get the words out. "Look, I know that's not much of an apology, but believe me Minerva, I am trying. I...I was restless after our talk and it hurt. It hurt knowing that I'd hurt you and that...what you said held truth."

Minerva continued to remain silent.

"I...I miss him so much" Aela said and even without looking to face her again, Minerva heard the tears in the she-wolf's eyes. "Skjor has been a part of my life so long that we often joked that we were two halves of a whole piece. It was...perfect. It's hard to say truly what he was to me. Some people have their suspicions and they can think what they like but it wasn't anything like they imagined. What we had was pure, easy and...and..."

She broke off with a loud sob and Mineva didn't have the heart to ignore her friend's distress. She turned on the bench, lent forwards and put a comforting hand on Aela's shoulder to squeeze it gently.

"You were soulmates" Minerva said simply. "It was very obvious to me. I understand that soulmate connections can be completely platonic. I saw the look on your face when you saw him on the ground. I heard my inner wolf howling in anger at the loss of a shield-brother but her howls were nowhere near as loud as your she-wolf."

"It's my fault he's dead!" Aela sobbed, tears racing down her face. "It was my idea to make you a wolf and once I said it, he agreed instantly. He was so proud of the progress you'd made in the short time and he said that he'd noticed that I treated you more like a sister than Ria or Nijada. They're too much like me in that we're very competitive. Whilst you do not lack for courage or honour, you have no desire to outshine anybody. You are truly a kind and patient person Minerva and you're too good to be a wolf. I misled you into making a pact with a daedric prince, making light of it and seeing it as a blessing when it isn't that for you."

"Who says I regret it?" Minerva said but her tone and expression were lighthearted. "There are massive benefits to being a wolf. Numerous times already she has saved my life, and that of my other companions."

Aela looked up at her, eyes red with crying and her own face a mask of misery. "I'm sorry we misled you Minerva. I'm sorry that I inadvertently tired to use you to suit my own ends. I'm sorry that I keep asking you to risk your life for me, just because I want to avenge Skjor."

"Believe me when I say this hurts me to say this as well" Minerva warned her. "But he's gone and he's not coming back. What did you have to gain, other than vengeance? You could've come with me to exact revenge or gone yourself."

"Kodlak would've guessed what was going on" Aela admitted. "He knows me almost as much as Skjor did. I'm nearly always here in the evenings. I didn't want anyone to catch on because they'd stop me. You were new and didn't know how things worked around here and you'd have no thought to challenge me."

"Except I did."

Aela smiled "Yes, you did. Lucky for us."

"You seriously think I believe you're going to give up the hunt?"

She shrugged "No, you're too sharp for that, I see that now."

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[moved2usagiiboo]

Chapter 6

Y/n has always been a faceless girl, faceless as in she will never do or be anything significant. She had decided to be nothing more than a shadow and stay out of everyone's way and have a peaceful first year of college. How will she handle the one and only Ran Haitani who seems to be obsessed with her?

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⚠️ WARNING⚠️ this series will be labeled as NSFW, therefore no minors can interact. There will also be slight bullying, mentions of death and murder (possibly very descriptive), drugs, underaged drinking (everyone is over 18+), manipulation, kidnapping, and yandere tendencies. Please be warned and proceed with caution.

By the time you had awaken it was already 2:20PM, and the house was quiet, you assumed your mother was either asleep or working in the garage on a new art project, and your brother, quiet frankly you didn’t care.

You scratched your head as you sat up from your bed, shirt rising up your stomach as you stretched your arms. A sound of contentment leaves your mouth as your body slightly trembles at the painfully good stretch of your limbs. You looked at the corner where you left your phone two nights ago, you dreaded picking it up and seeing what awaited you. Alas, you couldn’t leave it there forever. You crawled to the end of your bed before lifting one foot up and placing it on the cold hardwood floor, you placed your other one soon after and grabbed your device. You silently prayed for minimum damage to the screen, yet you got the full deal.

“Fuck.” You muttered as you looked at the long crack in your phone’s screen that traveled from the top to the lowest corner. There were shards of glass that got caught in your finger as you ran it over the screen to assess the damage it caused, time for a new phone.

You got ready to leave, took a quick shower, brushed your teeth, all the basic hygiene necessary to start your day. You made your way downstairs looking around to see if you could find anybody or at least find clues that someone has been here, nothing. You made your way to the garage, opening the creaking door to see your mother. Her hair was in a messy bun, paint splattered on her face and her cargo overalls.

“New piece?” You questioned as you leaned on the door way.

“Hope so!” She turned around to see you, “Oh? You look pretty, where are you going?” She asked before turning back around to her paintings, picking up a brush, she dipped the tip into a bright yellow before spreading it across the canvas.

“I broke my phone, going to get it fixed.” You said as you looked around, multiple canvases have been destroyed or looked a total mess with careless stokes of paint destroying what was originally painted. Most likely done out of stress or frustration, maybe it didn’t look how she envisioned it.

“Don’t stay out too late.” She said, her eyes never leaving the painting as she gave you the okay to leave. With a small nod you left her to paint and set out on your way to find a phone repair store.

The walk wasn’t long, possibly thirty minutes. It was nice, as you walked you saw an array of people. Couples holding hands while sharing soft laughs, children running around screaming in joy, and elders who sat in peace feeding birds. Today was the perfect day for a walk, the breeze sent a chill up your body but it was relaxing, a soft breeze that made you grateful for the little things. Once you made it to your destination you realized how confused you were, there were stores everywhere and you didn’t quite know where anything was. There you stood in the middle of the outlet mall looking around like a child who had lost their mom. Luckily, in a small basket next to the entrance they gave free maps of the mall, with squinted eyes you looked down at the map trying to find out where you were. You looked at your surroundings then back at the map, then your surroundings again, then the map.

“Just where the hell am I?” You sighed, it was sudden, you didn’t expect it. The sun had been blocked as a shadow loomed over you, a finger was dead center in your map.

“Here.” You looked up to see the one and only Ran Haitani, you backed away startled at his sudden appearance. There was an expression on his face that you couldn’t read, almost like excitement. But excited for what?

Why does the world forsake you? Why did he have to be here right now? Just when you had time for yourself, you were relaxed for once. You thought you had escaped him and his antics at least until your phone was fixed but here, he is. Once again, here to torment you. You wished God would strike you where your stood.

“Are you stalking me or something?” Your face churned at the thought of him stalking you. You must’ve looked disgusted because soon another voice spoke up, high pitched and annoying, much like a angry chihuahua.

“Like he’d ever stalk you.” You could hear the emphasize on ‘you’ as the girl spoke venom towards you. She flipped her vibrant red hair as she scoffed, she eyed you up and down before clasping onto Ran’s forearm. “If you don’t mind, we’re busy so.” She said, you could tell she was jealous by the way her voice held hostility for you without even knowing who you were.

As you stared at their arms interlocking a feeling of distain had risen in your stomach, but you chose to ignore it.

“Right.” Was all you could say, “Well then…” You turned your body to walk the opposite direction only for Ran to grip your shoulder, not tightly but enough to keep you still.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his voice seemed more desperate than normal. Maybe you misheard it.

“I broke my phone; I need to get it fixed and I know there’s a phone repair store somewhere round’ here.” Your voice trailed off as you looked at building signs trying to find what that says, “Cell Service”.

“S’that so?” Ran said with a smile and it shocked you. It wasn’t his normal smile, a smile that had hidden intentions or a different meaning to it. It was pure, genuine, like he was truly happy.

“Ran-Ran! Let’s go yeah?” She latched herself onto his arm once again, practically tugging him the opposite way with a closed-eye smile. Ran yanked his arm away from her grasps, she stood in shock as he never turned away her touch. He glared at her with disgust as he straightened out his sleeve on the arm she grabbed.

“R-Ran-Ran?” Her fists tightened as her knuckles lost colors. You noticed the tension surrounding you, it was thick, too thick to be cut.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt-“ You got cut off by Ran wrapping his arm around your shoulder, snatching the map away.

“Interrupt? I don’t even know her.” He insisted without care that the girl could hear him, you swear you could hear her heart shatter as she didn’t speak. She stood there, still like a statue as her head hung low. You peered over your shoulder to look at her, trying to send her a sympathetic look only for her to look up with her teeth gritted. Her closed fist allowed her thumb to be free as she dragged it across her neck, “You’re dead”. Ran noticed your body tense as you looked behind you, he looked at the red-headed woman, he must’ve said or done something for her to adjust her disposition and scurry off.

Ran’s arm never left your shoulder as he guided you to the store, you both talked as you walked, well, he spoke, and you listened. Too wrapped up in your own thoughts, you didn’t think you’d see him today much less on a date. You didn’t notice his eyes lock onto the side of your face as you thought back to the girl, she must’ve really liked Ran and he ditched her for you. She was really pretty too, perfect body, vibrant hair. You looked at yourself through a window of a store, glancing at your appearance and body, that’s when you found Ran staring at you.

“Stop staring, it’s creepy.” You spoke out, feeling uneasy as his eyes stayed on your face.

“Can’t help it~” He hummed out as he turned his head to look in front of him. You knew he was messing with you, like always, just to get a reaction out of you. Like always, yet you held your head down feeling characteristically shy. A normal feeling you get when you’re around him.

Your heart felt as if it was going to beat out of your chest, you couldn’t take much more of his flirting. Your stomach had butterflies going haywire and blood rushing to your head. Ran wasn’t any better, he just hid it well. He couldn’t help but feel giddy when you allowed him to be close to you and join you on your errand run. It made him feel as if he was on top of the world but worried you could hear his heartbeat from where you stood.

An unfamiliar feeling of anxiety rushed through him when he mentally face palmed himself for all the messages he had sent you during your disappearance. He just has to make sure you don’t check your phone.

The five-minute walk to the shop seemed like hours as you both walked in newfound silence, occasionally you looked up at Ran just to see where his head was at, as if he had some sixth sense, he locked eyes with you sending you a wink or a smile. Every time, never missing the chance to fluster you.

Your eyes widened when you finally reached the shop, Ran’s arm slipped from around your shoulder as he held the door opened for you. Sending him a questioning look before walking in and thanking him, he soon followed behind you.

You stood in front of the counter as Ran stood behind you, watching your every move as you talked to the man behind the counter. You handed him the required amount of money and he handed you his receipt, telling you that it wouldn’t take long. He pointed to the waiting chairs proposing you could wait there as he fixes your phone. You stepped and Ran followed, you both made your way to sit in the chair expecting to wait a while.

“You don’t have to wait with me.” You didn’t bother to look at him, feeling guilty that he’s stuck here with you.

“I know.” Simple and sweet, like honey. If only your situation with Ran was that way, it was confusing and involved twists and turns. It hadn’t even been a week since you knew him and yet it was already so stressful.

You both waited thirty minutes for them to fix your phone, the worker had called you over and you grabbed your freshly fixed phone. You mentally screamed when you saw the screen protector, you were eternally grateful for that. You thanked the man before leaving, Ran holding the door for you once more.

Your phone began to go off like crazy, multiple notifications at once. You were shocked to say the least, you went to look at the notifications thinking it was just your brother or something only for Ran to snatch your phone away.

“D—Don’t look at it while I’m here...” Did he stutter? He turned his head to the side not allowing you to see the hues of pink that were on his face.

“Why?” You questioned; he was being weird. Weirder than normal at least.

“Just don’t.” He huffed out before tossing the phone back at you only after he had successfully shut it off completely. You struggled to catch the thrown device, but you did, you threw him a glare, but he paid no attention to you.

You finished all you had to do; you were supposed to part ways after that. Yet you found yourself following him after he complained about you leaving after using him for directions, he just wouldn’t stop. He took you to a café where he had you pick out dessert, reluctant to do so you picked out macaroons that where in the shape of bunnies. For some reason they caught your attention, they were absolutely adorable. You couldn’t help but have a twinkle in your eye that soon died down once Ran made fun of you for acting like a “child”, he pinched your cheek when you turned your head telling you to stop pouting.

“Wasn’t pouting.” You mumbled with crossed arms, he chuckled at your demeanor before ordering the desserts for you despite offering to pay. Much like a few days ago he had followed you home only this time you weren’t interrupted by his brother, unfortunately.

Why you allowed yourself to be strung along by him, you had no clue. It was easy to get swept up and lost with him, this was the first time you both truly hung out together, but it seemed nice. Though, you can’t forget how you originally came to be in this situation.

As you unlocked your door a sticky note on a small table near the door caught your attention. “I’ll be heading out, make sure to eat dinner.” Your mother seems to have left the house.

“How naughty Y/n, having a guy over while your parents are out.” You rolled your eyes at his comment.

“Only because you wouldn’t stop whining.” You spat back, taking your shoes off by the door and Ran followed suit.

“Ran Haitani doesn’t ‘whine’.” He scoffed as if you didn’t state the truth, he looked around your house for a split second before turning to you, “Where’s your room?” he said with curiosity laced in his voice.

“Don’t worry about it, not like you’ll be going in there anytime soon.” You paid no attention to his question. “Stay here, I’m going to change.”

“Is that an invitation?” He raised his eyebrow with a smirk.

“I just said stay here, so, no. It’s not.” With that you disappeared upstairs into your room to change into something more comfortable yet presentable. You chose to wear a baggy T-shirt with graffiti décor on it along with tan sweatpants. As you pulled up your pants you heard knocks onto your closed door.

“It’s Ran.” Simple statement but it sent shivers down your spine, you thought you told him to stay put.

“Obviously.” You sighed, “Give me a second.” You could hear the patience wearing thin in he tapped his foot on the ground repeatedly waiting outside your door. The only thing keeping him away from you, he couldn’t stay there forever, and he wouldn’t, knowing him he would open the door without care.

“Coming.” You barely opened the door , just a crack so you both could see each other.

He smiled the moment he did. He indiscreetly peered past your face to try and get a look at your room. Though he couldn’t see much.

“Can I help you?” Your new objective; Don’t allow him in your room.

“So cold, I brought your little bunnies.” His voice is filled with fake hurt as he lifts his arm to show an box of pastries.

“I told you to wait downstairs.” You retorted, “Give me a second and I’ll be down.” You sighed closing the door, you turned your head back when it wouldn’t move. Ran had placed his foot in the way causing the door to stay in place rather than close.

“Now that’s just rude, shouldn’t you invite me in at least?” Ran smiled through the crack of the door a visible vein of irritation showed on his forehead as response to you being difficult.

“You’re already in my house, you don’t need to be in my room.” You spat back at him never letting go of the door.

“But I want to.” A loud clasp rung your ears as one of Ran’s hand held onto the edge of the door, his knee onto the outside as he tried to push passed.

“W-Wait! Hey!” You exclaimed now using all your strength to keep him out.

“Don’t you have any manners?” You could hear him strain as he pushed the door.

“D—Don’t you?! You don’t barge into a girl’s room!” You yelled back as you planted your feet into the ground, lunging forward as you tried to get a better stance to keep him from coming in.

“If you have porno magazine, I won’t judge you~” He purred out.

“I’m not a creep like you!” You shook your head refusing to give into his teasing.

“C-Creep?” You could hear his stutter, although accidental you could tell your accusation caught him off guard.

With a click of his tongue and one strong push of his body the door flung open, and you fell down onto your hardwood floor.

‘Oomph’ was the sound you let out as your ass hit the floor. He stepped into your room with a devious smirked as he stared at your defeated state, you returned his look but with a glared.

“Scary~” He leaned over, reaching his hand out for you to grab trying to help you up. You slapped his hand away before getting up on your own, only to sit down on your bed with crossed arms. He sighed at your independence before sitting to the side of you, not too close but an arm’s reach away. He placed the box of sweets down onto the ground before looking at you and smiling.

“You’re pouting again.” He sits right next to you with one hand on his lap and the other resting on the bed behind your back.

“Am not.” You glared at him again before turning your head, trying to ignore the feeling in your stomach.

“Are too.” He responded.

“Are not.” You replied feeling awfully annoyed.

“Are-“ He leaned in to your face, his lips just barely away from yours, “Too.” He blew against your face causing heat to rise, you kicked Ran unexpectedly causing him to fall onto the ground with a loud thud he landed on his ass, his legs still hanging onto the bed as his torso and up laid on the ground. You quickly covered your mouth trying to hide conceal the snickers at his appearance. His face was littered with confusion as he blinked three times trying to come to terms with what just happened.

You threw your head back unable to contain your laughter when you saw his baffled face, you tried to let out a “sorry” but it was interpreted by continuous laughter.

“M'sorry— I, I didn’t—” The words wouldn’t come out without a laugh following.

He wanted to be angry as he sat up from his sorry state, he wanted to be pissed, but with your hand clutching your stomach and your other trying to desperately hide laughs by covering your mouth he couldn’t help but find himself going soft at the sight. What he would do to see you laugh more, more with him, even if he causes his own demise.

“We won’t speak of that. Ever.” He crossed his legs once he got back on the bed, you were still laughing softly. You couldn’t get the image out of your head of his face as he fell.

“It wasn’t that funny.” He flicked your forehead before crossing his arms against his chest.

“You didn’t see yourself; it was hilarious.” You wiped a single tear that slipped from your eye from your hard laughter. Ran stayed quite as he watches you regain composure, “Awh, are you pouting?” You teased how he did to you earlier.

“Ran Haitani doesn’t ‘pout’.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Sure seems like it.” You poked his cheek only for him to slap your hand away. When he was like this you could see the appeal of him. It was nice, this was nice. Yet, you knew this wasn’t going to last, soon he’ll find someone new. You shouldn’t get attached.

He huffed as his head leaned on the wall, his legs crossed, and body pushed away from the wall. His chest rhythmically fell and risen as his eyes closed, you giggled at his position it couldn’t have been comfortable laying like that, but he seemed at peace.

“Stop staring at me dove, starting to seem like a creep.” Ran spoke snapping you out of your daze.

“Why do you do that?” You tilted your head before crossing your legs and faced him.

“What?” He peered one eye open to see your face, now curious about your question.

“Call me that, I mean— It’s not like you don’t know my name….” You muttered now questioning yourself, did you tell him your name? You remember doing it, maybe he doesn’t remember it? After all, he didn’t even know red head’s name. Poor girl.

“So what? You want me to call you by your name?” He questioned, now leaning up from the wall. His attention now fully focused on you, not that it ever left.

“I mean, isn’t that why you asked for it?” You looked at him with doe eyes, unintentionally obviously. They were so full and focused on him, like a doll. You looked so pure as you stared at him waiting for his answer. He mentally curses hating the way he felt his ears heat at having your undivided attention.

“Y/n.” His voice dropped octaves, “Y/n.” He said once more, blood rushed to your cheeks as he purposely said your voice in that tone. That tone that made your belly stir. He leaned in, his arms bow caging you in, his knee in-between your legs as his face was oh-so close to yours.

“You like it when I say your name?” His lips grazed your ear and you shivered, crumbling so easily with the smallest amount of seduction. “Y/n, answer me.”

You shook your head no, not trusting your voice. Your face was lifted by your chin, “Look at me.” He demanded once your eyes avoided his gaze, his voice triggered something in you. Something weird, you didn’t like it, you didn’t like how obedient it made you.

“Y/n, pretty Y/n.” His lips pressed against yours softly, it could barely be called a kiss, “My pretty Y/n.” Another kiss on your lips before he traveled to your neck, small kisses and bites that had you shaking.

This wasn’t what he came here for, he never intended to be in this situation. He just wanted to tease you a little, but the way you shiver under his touch, how you hold your head down trying to hide the look on your face, it’s too much for him. You were doing something to him, he knows it.

‘Must be black magic’ He justifies to himself. He takes pride in his patience and resilience, especially when it comes to women. Somehow, you crumbled those which he took pride in with ease, and you didn’t even realize it. You turned him into a different version of himself, one that can’t keep his hands off you. Like a feral animal.

“Ran—” You mewled as he sucked on your neck, over and over in different locations. He quickly hushed you with a kiss on your lips.

“Be good f’me okay?” Fuck, you hated yourself. You didn’t know what “being good” entailed so you just sat there and allowed Ran to do whatever he pleased. His hands went up your shirt, ghosting fingertips touched your waist. His hands went up to your breast, a firm grip of them caused you to moan out. Ran smirked has he began to mark your neck up again.

His knee pressed up against your cunt, more specifically your clit. You arched your back, pushing yourself further into him. It was just kisses and you felt lightheaded, dizzy with pleasure and Ran knew it. He squeezed and rolled your nipple in-between his fingers while his other hand gripped your mound.

He mentally curses once his phone went off; he keeps getting interrupted when he’s with you.

You felt his movements come to a halt; you tilted your head looking at him as he gritted his teeth. An apologetic kiss upon your jaw was placed before he pulled away muttering something only, he could hear.

“Gonna kill this bastard.” He pulled out his phone only to sigh, “Seems like our time is cut short little dove.” Another kiss was placed on your forehead.

You bit your bottom lip, a little upset that he was leaving but grateful. You felt yourself being swept away by his actions; you wouldn’t have been able to stop him.

“Don’t miss me too much.” His hand ruffled your hair, and you pinched his forearm. He hissed in pain, as he was about to verbally retaliate you shut him up.

“M’not a animal.” You huffed out, he chuckled at your response.

“Tell me if those bunnies of yours were good yeah?” He pointed to the pastries that rested on the ground, you nodded. “Make sure you lock up.” He told you as if you didn’t know.

“I know that stupid.” You stuck your tongue out as you both walked downstairs.

“Can’t wait to get rid of that attitude of yours~” He whispered against your ear as you opened the door, you pushed him towards to door ignoring him and his flirting, your foot met his rear as you kicked him out and slammed the door in his face before he could protest. You watched through a window seeing him walk away, not before sending you a wink. Once he was out of your sights you headed back upstairs.

Back in the comfort of your own room you began to snack on your pastries. Your neck still burned where he had touched, your chest felt weird too, you huffed out slightly upset that you allowed yourself to get carried away. As you munched on your dessert, a lightbulb moment occurred as you grabbed your phone and turned it back on, you wanted to take a picture to send to Ran. Once it turned on you gasped when you see how many unread messages you had, all from Ran. As you scrolled through the messages you could sense the worry he had, was that why he was acting so weird today? You giggled at the thought of him worrying about you, it was cute.

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Heya! Congrats on the 100+ followers!! Your writing is really good and I enjoy reading your works!

If you dont mind, what would be your headcanons on the TWST dorm leaders of what prefrences they have for a S/O? Like what would they want in an S/O? (Also Im sorry if this has already been asked Im also kinda new to your blog as well ;w;)

Hii!! And thank you 🥰🥺💕 that means a lot to me!! I hope you stay and continue to enjoy yourself here!This hasn’t been asked before so I hope you enjoy!!! ;w; I hope you all enjoy I had a fun time (and a difficult time) writing this out! I think I made it too long, again ;w;

I made this SFW uwu just some fluff!!!! But please keep in mind before you follow me, I MOSTLY POST NSFW works.

Warnings: slight story spoilers for episode 5, for Idia’s part, if u squint

Pairings: Dorm Leaders x Reader

I put things under a cut for length!!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle would probably want a partner who does well in school - at least someone who tries to! It would go against his own desires to do well in life if he has a partner who doesn’t have the drive to succeed like he does.

He isn’t particularly fond of people who have a lot of potential yet waste it on being lazy. Like I said before, it goes against his own morals.

I also see him wanting someone fun-loving! Riddle grew up in an environment where fun was essentially taboo so he would be drawn like a moth to a flame to someone who has so much energy in them. Remember one of his best childhood friends is Che’nya so he would probably not hate the idea of joking around and being silly once in a while!

Someone who would love sweets like him! Not too often so he could maintain his shape, but someone who would love to indulge him once in a while!

Riddle would love to see an S/O who makes time for him and the unbirthday parties that Heartslabyul hosts! He feels like a good dorm leader and seeing you make an effort to come makes him feel like a great boyfriend too!

“Ah, Y/N, I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to make it today.” Riddle sighed to himself in relief. He feared his rose would come to the party late. “Ah, sorry Riddle! I was late because I was studying for Professor Crewel’s exam but I lost track of time!” You breathed out, a bit exhausted from running.

The redhead only nodded and smiled at you. “Don’t worry about it, my rose. We’ve only just begun the party, so no need to fret.” Riddle’s gentlemanly ways never failed to make your heart soar. “No no, I’ll make it up to you! I’ll bake you a tart sometime, you’ll let me right?” You playfully nudged at your boyfriend’s arm and smirked.

Riddle could only blush furiously. “Th-that would not be a bad idea. I suppose I would accept the gift graciously, dear, but only if we can cook it together. I believe it would be beneficial to both of us to learn!”

Leona Kingscholar

Someone who loves to nap with him like all the time

Leona would definitely want someone who is willing to praise him a lot. Growing up he never really had that and felt like he was overshadowed by his big brother, so this guy needs validation like crazy. Tell him how strong he is, how much you love him, how warm he is… he’ll scoff and look away but you could see the faintest blush on his cheeks. He secretly loves it.

I feel like Leona would like bratty tsunderes, for some reason. He would be the perfect teasing type for them and I think I can just picture Leona and his S/O getting into play fights that lead to something more, if you catch my drift.

Someone who can be “refined” enough for show so that when he brings you home to his family, they can accept you fully. The last thing he wants is his family pestering him about how his potential mate isn’t a good fit.

As tough as he may be he def wants someone at the end of the day to stroke his head and calm him down after a long and stressful day.

“Oi, herbivore, come here and be my pillow.” Leona’s gruff voice broke the silence of his room. He was sitting up on his bed while you studied on his desk. Giggling, you made your way into his bed, crawling over to where he was. Leona pushed your torso down gently and started nuzzling his head on your chest, and you could feel the vibrations coming from his body that was like a low growl. Or was it purring?

“Of course, anything for my big strong boyfriend, the best Magift player in the school, my one and only love~” you endlessly praised him, smiling at him as if he were a rare diamond. Leona only huffed as he wrapped his muscular arms around your form, effectively preventing you from leaving.

“Tch…. Damn right….” Leona mumbled. “Why don’t you tell me more while I start drifting to sleep?” Leona smirked. Running your fingers through his hair carefully, you obliged, feeling Leona’s breathing become more calm as you continued.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul would ALSO want someone who praises him, due to his years of being bullied. Call him beautiful, smart, tell him he’s the most cunning man on campus. He EATS IT UP. This man will swear on his life for you.

He also would want someone who has the ability to work hard… what? The Mostro Lounge needs extra workers sometimes! Azul thinks that if he can own the lounge, manage contracts, AND study hard for school, his S/O should be able to match him!

I can see Azul absolutely praising/spoiling his S/O too. Since you give him so much happiness in his life he should pay it forward, no? What would you like, a new dress/suit? A new piece of jewelry?

Someone !!! Loyal!!! Azul wants someone who he can feel secure with in a relationship, so he probably wouldn’t want you to flirt with anybody else since his insecurities will SPARK UP like crazy!

Azul wants someone who loves him for who he is, unconditionally!

“Angelfish… hello, good evening. I’m sorry if I am a bit more tired than usual, I just finished with ordering more inventory for the lounge and dealing with some paperwork.” Azul sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. You dropped your bags on one of the chairs of the VIP room and walked over slowly to your octomer boyfriend. Bringing your arms to his shoulders, you slowly begin to knead and massage his arms gently. Azul groaned at the contact, muscles aching.

“How is this, Azul? I know how hard you work, you deserve to take a break too, sometimes…” you spoke gently into his ear, kissing the shell of it. The contact gave him slight goosebumps. “Ah, I would love to but, I have so much more to do… I know it’s going to be a late night for me, so why don’t you head on to sleep?” You tsked, upset with his answer. “I know it’s late Azul, that’s why I’m here. You know, if you keep doing this you’ll get wrinkles, right?”

“Ahem! Well. Then, this might be a good place to stop if that’s the case…” Azul huffed, standing up quickly to retire to his room, you in tow.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim wants someone who is cheerful! They may not be a ray of sunshine like he is, but I honestly can’t picture him with someone smug/gloomy. Kalim might be dense but he isn’t THAT stupid. I think he would be able to notice if you were upset which makes him upset.

Someone who is down for anything, Kalim would love to take you on a ride on his magic carpet at random hours of the day so be prepared to drop whatever you’re doing if you want to appease your impulsive boyfriend!

A fun loving person for sure, who isn’t super self conscious about what people think. If he asks you to dance with him he would really love for you to join! He wouldn’t want you to say something like, “oh, but I’m a bad dancer…” Kalim would shake his head and ask you why you would say that! It’s all about having a fun time together, right?

A patient lover is what Kalim would want as well, someone who’s kind, too. At the end of the day when Kalim is ready to sleep after his crazy antics, he wants a partner he can be able to lay next to and feel like himself.

Someone who loves him even if he weren’t rich, Kalim would want someone for their personality and not materialistic things or beauty. Kalim sees someone for their heart ! (*´꒳`*)

You yawned heavily while rubbing your eyes. Was that a tapping noise coming from the window? “Ugh…. What time is it?” Checking your phone, you saw it was 1:30am. You also had a text from Kalim.

*tap tap tap*

You groggily walked over to the window and opened the curtains to see Kalim sitting on his magic carpet with the biggest grin upon seeing you. Opening the window, you giggled lightly. “Good evening Kalim, fancy seeing you here so late.”

“Hi, Y/N!! I woke up and felt bored so, you wanna join me on a night ride around campus?” Kalim practically beamed at you, even this late at night. His smile never failed to make your heart flutter. The boy’s positive energy also transferred to you, effectively waking you up.Stepping onto the carpet from your window was your answer. After getting situated, you kissed Kalim’s cheek and held his hand. “Of course Kalim, I would love to.”

Vil Schoenheit

Someone who can tough out his callous words and treatment. Vil might be a bit much, but the reason why he does this is because he does it with the goal of ultimately helping you. He only wants to see the best out of people, including but not limited to his little sweet potato!

Someone who is patient. He knows he checks who the most beautiful person is quite often and he doesn’t do it to annoy you, it’s just for his own personal validation issues. Lay a hand on his arm, back, or head to give him praises and let him know he’s beautiful to you no matter what.

Someone who is willing to pepper him lightly with kisses (not the face though, he has makeup on!). He definitely eats it up and loves it so much, he feels like you are treating him like a king. He’ll pay that back tenfold and give you beauty treatments, it’ll feel like you’re at the spa on a weekday!

Vil is constantly posting on Magicam, depending on whether you’re comfortable enough to be posted on there he would want to make sure you are okay with him constantly taking photos to be posted on there. Whether it be food you cooked, matching couples outfits, or even pictures of you without makeup, be ready to face comments of all sorts coming from his fans.

“Mira Mira on my phone… Currently, who is the most beautiful of all?” You heard Vil speak outside of his room. Currently you sat on the small chaise at the foot of his bed. Vil told you he needed to step out for a second, so you could get ready for bed now. After putting on your sleeping clothes, Vil finally came back in, seeming more irritated than before. His eyebrows furrowed and his body looked tense.

“Vil, are you alright?” You questioned him as you made your way to his bed, slipping under the covers. Vil only sighed and exchange a quick “Mm.” as he changed into his pajamas and came to join you. He was turned so his back was facing you and he was a bit distant. You knew he didn’t get the answer he wanted when he got those search results back. You didn’t know how to convince your boyfriend otherwise but you decided you needed to talk to him.

“Vil, darling…” you spoke gently as you nuzzled closer, your chest pressing into his back. Your arm wrapped around him to pull him closer, to which he responded with finally relaxing in your touch. “You’re one of the best things that’s happened to me, Vil, I don’t know if you realize how lucky I am to have such a loving, caring, and talented boyfriend like you. Your beauty is simply the cherry on top of the person I fell in love with. To me, you’re perfect. I love you.” You ended your tangent by placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder, dozing off.

You couldn’t see Vil but he trembled lightly as tears silently fell down his face. “Thank you… I love you too, my sweet potato.” Vil whispered into his pillow. With you, he always felt like the most beautiful person.

Idia Shroud

Personality wise, I don’t think Idia would be picky. He’s a shy person and honestly would be surprised he could get an S/O at all! So is Ortho!

Speaking of Ortho, Idia wants someone who is kind and loving to his little brother. Knowing his partner loves his brother would only make him fall for you harder!

Probably someone who would give Idia his own space until he finally felt comfortable and wanted to take it further, he would prob take a few days to even kiss you!!!

Idia wants someone to be his player 2 :) like actually, come over and game with him and he’ll probably be the happiest boy ever.

Big big bonus if you love anime, cosplay, gaming, etc. It’s one thing to be an otaku like Idia but when he has a partner to fully indulge in his interests with?? It’s a win-win situation for everyone! He wants to do a couple cosplay one day if he gets the courage to ask you.

Someone who won’t pressure him too much. If you remember how Riddle pressured Idia into trying to speak publicly, you know how much of a scary situation it put Idia in, even though he was able to do it. Stressing him out is just gonna make him unhappy :(

Someone who enjoys spending as much time inside as he does! I’m not talking a hikikomori but someone who wouldn’t be opposed to staying inside with him 99.9% of the time lol

“Y-Y/N-shi, would you like to g-go on a date with me soon?” Idia fumbled with his fingers, looking away as he asked you. You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Idia, this is the first time you asked me to ‘go on a date’. Don’t tell me, are we actually going out somewhere?!”

“Eek! D-don’t be ridiculous, Y/N!!” He almost screeched the words out. Suddenly he pulled out a couple of VR headsets with hand controllers, and handed one to you. “Fuhehe, I just made a bunch of simulation locations. We could go to the park, a restaurant, even an amusement park..!” He grinned showing off his teeth.

You giggled at Idia’s enthusiasm, loving the way he gets after speaking about his own creations. “What a wonderful idea, Idia. Maybe we could take Ortho to the ‘amusement park’ too? We’ll be a big family.” You mused. Idia’s face brightened and a faint pink tinge covered his cheeks.

“F-family, huh? Ah, Y-Y/N-shi…. That would be n-nice…” Idia blushed as he considered what the future would bring for the both of you.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus would also mostly not have preferences on a person’s personality. Like, he wouldn’t say something like: “I want someone shy vs someone bold.” Anything his child of man does is interesting to him and he’s entranced by you!

That being said, Malleus would not tolerate rudeness, disrespect to him, Lilia, or his fellow dorm mates, etc. He may love you but he values those bonds more, especially Lilia’s and his grandmother’s.

Malleus wants someone who is willing to teach him human tendencies, since he is curious about them. Malleus will also probably never stop asking you about your life in the previous world, and listen passionately as you describe the hobbies you had, family members, etc.

As long as you continue to love and treat Malleus like a normal person and with kindness, he will continue to love you endlessly. He’s so unused to it that he will feel so special as you only coo in awe instead of fear away, if he showed you a magic trick or maybe donned more of his draconic features like his tail or long claws.

You walked with Malleus under the bright moonlight in the woods near Ramshackle dorm. His height and charm never failed to impress you. And his face, he was so very handsome. His striking green eyes always made you feel hypnotized and his horns were so well taken care of, you almost wanted to reach out and-

“Hm, Child of Man… you do know it’s quite rude to stare, yes?” Malleus chuckled and suddenly broke the silence, making you gasp. “Ah, sorry Tsunotarou. I-,” searching your thoughts, you just couldn’t think of anything quickly enough. “I just couldn’t help myself. You’re very attractive.” You murmured, admitting defeat.

“Oh? Do I not intimidate you, my dear? Usually humans and even other fae fear my features and tend to shy away…” Malleus looked down in thought as he continued walking. You wrapped yourself around one of his arms as he walked, effectively stopping him in his place. “Well, you don’t intimidate me! I like being around you, so, let’s keep it that way. I want to stay with you for a long time so don’t get too tired of me okay, Malleus?”

Hearing you say his given name only made the fae’s heart beat harder in his chest. Surely you knew what you did to him. He smiled down at you, green eyes softening in your gaze.

“I assure you I won’t, little human.”

#riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twst headcanons #twst dorm leaders #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader

[astaroth1357]

Brothers React to a Demigod MC 

So, I've gotten some interest to do a Brothers follow-up to a previous request of mine (Undateables React to a Cute, Badass MC), however, I've thus far refused to write one. Honestly, this HC actually plays on a trope I personally dislike and had it not been a request I would have never done it to start with. I just can't see any reasonable way a non-magic human can beat a bunch of demons, I just can't, and that hinders my imagination quite a bit. …But someone who’s not so human? That I can get behind. Fair warning, I grew up with the Percy Jackson series so that’s going to paint quite a bit of how I see modern demigods. Ready for things to get super-ultra fanfic-y for a bit?

Intro:

The day to kidnap bring the exchange students to the Devildom has finally come and the demons have all gathered in the Council Room to open their portal to the human world. Really, things started without a hitch - the portal opened with and their future student dropped down out of it and landed on the floor… before they suddenly leapt up, pulled out a weapon, and lunged at them!

… This isn’t your normal human, it is?

Lucifer

Oh Devil, this couldn’t have been any farther than what they wanted… They were looking for a human and they managed to pull out a halfling! A divine halfling no less!! Why wasn’t this in their file?!

Look, Lucifer might not be on good terms with his father, but even he knows he had it better than any children of the pagan gods… The levels of petty vindictiveness that run through that bunch are literally the stuff of legends...

After he and Barbatos were able to restrain the MC before they hurt themselves or anyone else, Diavolo explained everything to them and gave them a pardon for attacking the Demon Prince on sight… After they identified themselves and their parentage, Lucifer knew they were in for some shit…

He and Diavolo had to iron out an apology letter to their godly parent for days just to keep from saying anything that could accidentally cause a second Troy or worse... It was a mess...

But on the bright side, the “human” came pre-prepared for fighting monsters and demons, which honestly took a bit of a load off his shoulders. That’s less responsibility for Mammon - and in his experience, the less responsibility Mammon has, the better things usually turn out.

… Though their ability to actually hold their own in a fight did make things complicated sometimes - like whenever he was their perceived opponent... 

He wasn’t expecting to have to manage a being that was actually capable of meeting him toe-to-toe on the battlefield and it did hinder his intimidation factor to some degree…It was hard to be threatening to someone who’s likely faced worse than you could ever offer.

In the end it probably worked out for the best, as a live exchange student is better for Diavolo than a dead one - but man did it get on his nerves until they made their pact together… Be scared of him, dammit!

Mammon

The first time he tried to threaten the human, they straight up pulled out a weapon and looked like they were ready to whip his ass!! Didn’t they know he wasn’t being serious?? 😫

He really didn’t know why he had to be on babysitting duty, anymore... This huma-er demigod could handle themselves just fine!

When he first ditched them with Levi, he later found out they managed to cleanly toss his brother over their head and make a break for it all by themselves! And Levi’s no pushover either!!

Later, he saw them getting ambushed on their way back from school and they soundly knocked out about five demons before he even caught up to them… and he’s, like, fast and stuff… 

Their strength is kind of unreal at times, but he could tell they were still far from a mindless killing machine. They were more or less a normal person, they had wants and dreams like anybody else, but they just happened to be a long stronger than the average mortals around them. 🤷‍♀️

After he eventually got to know them and a bit about how their life worked, he felt a little bad for them... Who wants to be hunted down just for being born?

After learning about their struggles, Mammon ended up resolving to help keep them safe (even if a part of him knew they didn’t need him that much).

I mean, if the whole world’s against you, then you can use all the help you can get... right?

Leviathan 

Levi found out exactly one thing about them within the first two minutes of meeting them… their reflexes were killer.

After Mammon ditched them on Day One, he tried to drag the human to his room to tell them his genius plan but they broke out of his grip and threw him flat on his back like was just second nature! 

He was stuck on the ground for a full minute, trying to process what just happened, while they ran off into the House all alone…

Did he just get tossed around… by a human?? Was he really that pathetic!?!

Finding out later that they were actually half-god certainly helped out his self-esteem because, man, if he had lost so easily to a human of all things... He might have just never left his room again…

Levi pretty much kept his distance from them until they finally made a pact together and then he discovered that the MC wasn’t so scary after all. If he’s being honest, being in the same house as a demigod was actually kind of cool...! 

Like, it was almost exactly the plot of the show: “Wait, I Thought I Was the Son of a Pagan God So What Am I Doing in a Christian Hell??” but their MC seemed to know a lot more about fighting than the protagonist of that show ever did…

Plus, because he never had to worry about their safety, he had even more excuse to never leave his room. Win-win!

Satan

A demigod, eh…? He had done plenty of research into human world mythologies in his spare time, frankly he thought the old gods had died out - but it seems they were still up and kicking… and making babies for whatever reason? Horny bastards...

Satan's original interest in the MC was purely academic. It’s not everyday that you get to meet someone of such a unique heritage and he fully intended to learn if all the legends about their greatness were true… and well...

He could say that the MC was certainly different than how he pictured humans being. He’d never met very many before, but from what he could gather they were a weak race that really got by on wit and persistence… However, nothing about the MC was weak.

Their aptitude for combat was surprisingly sharp, both in skill and reflexes. He had once blown up at them in anger and not only did they dodge his swipes but they got in a good few hits themselves with a nearby lamp… He never once thought a mortal could give him a black-eye but, somehow, they pulled it off. 🤷‍♀️

Combine their physical skill with what magical gifts were granted to them by their godly-half and they were a force to be reckoned with… Even Solomon seemed to hesitate and think more about his actions around them (which is saying something for a sorcerer of his strength).

It’d be fair to say a part of him grew to respect the MC long before they ever made their pact and that respect only grew afterwards. If he had to be bound to any master, human or otherwise, he’d rather it be one that he could right about consider an equal not only as a friend, but in strength as well.

Asmodeus 

A demigod…? Oooo, he hadn’t come across one of those since he bedded Aeneas all those centuries ago… Such a gorgeous man, got all his looks from his mother~! 🤭

Asmo was probably the most interested in their godly heritage, but it felt like he was treating them like a zoo exhibit for a while… Something pretty and new to look at, but not exactly someone he wanted to know personally...

He openly and readily admitted that watching their little demigod in action got him hot and bothered (or well, more hot and bothered than usual ) but it didn’t take him to see they weren’t interested at the time…

He decided that he just had to have a pact with them after they saved him from Henry 1.0! It was before he noticed the giant snake and he was lurching back to strike, but the human swept in to knock him out of the way. They probably could have made mince meat of the creature themselves if Levi weren’t begging for them to spare his former pet...

Post-pact Asmo treated them with a lot more respect… but also still fanboyed over their fighting skills hardcore. 

Like, their body had to be fit to keep up with all those monsters, right?? What was their training routine? Could he watch?? Oh please say he can watch!! He just can’t get enough of that fighter’s physique…! 😍

Beelzebub 

So… the human isn’t a human but only part human? And the other part is a god? Does that make them any sturdier than normal humans…? Call him curious…

Beel was probably one of the few brothers who was legitimately weary of the MC from the beginning… He can get a certain feel for a person pretty quickly and something about them just felt…frankly, kind of dangerous.

But they also intrigued him a little… Beel’s used to being one of the strongest demons in any room he walks into (not a boast, just a fact) so for him to get that feel from a mortal was pretty impressive. A part of him just wanted to test them… you know?

So. He did. He asked them to help him train his martial arts one day and even with his awareness, he was not expecting the results that he got.

The MC was strong. Very strong. They were not only able to keep up with him and dodge his blows, but they were able to predict his moves and counterattack in kind. They didn’t even need to tell him that they had actually been fighting for their life for years, he could tell. They had a skill you don’t get from practice matches...

After that point, the two would go to each other to train and keep their skills sharp… but also just to spar for fun. Their fighting styles made a pretty good match and they bonded pretty damn quick because of it. 

If anime tells us anything, when you find a good fight buddy, you stick with them. Even if one’s part god and the other is a demon. 🤷‍♀️ 

Belphegor 

A demigod is still human enough to hate, sorry MC. Not that he knew about their godly heritage at first…

Really, he should have been a little more suspicious of how easily they seemed to take to life in the Devildom... Weren’t demons supposed to scare humans? Why did they seem so comfortable down here...?

His confirmation only came when he tried to enact the final part of “Use the MC to Escape the Attic!” plan and take their life to seal the deal… but oh boy, was he outclassed real quick… 

The MC had already socked him in the jaw by the time he got his full demon form out and then they threw him across the room by the tail… the TAIL!! And it hurt like a bitch, too!! Even during the full blown fight that followed, he could tell they were holding back and it pissed him off something fierce...!

Why was the MC so strong?!? Humans weren’t supposed to be strong!!!

His brothers heard all the commotion and the Lilith confrontation ended up happening up in the attic between a somewhat beat-up Belphie and a barely-scratched MC. Had Beel not come to his defense on instinct, it might have turned out worse for him in all honesty… Something about that human just wasn’t right…

He only found out about their god-half after everything settled down and he promised not to try killing them again (not that anyone thought he could...) and that put some things into perspective. So the Lastborn Ruler of Hell isn’t as strong as one mortal demigod…? Ouch. Okay, fine then... Whatever...

He does think it’s too bad he missed them beating the crap out of the rest of his brothers, though (minus Beel)... That would have been fun to see. 😔

So I tried to keep this one God-parent neutral, but I’ve upgraded this to its own series! Check it out if you’re interested! 😊

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #this was pretty fun #another for the fav list

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

They met in the rain| Hunter

Note: god I love this one, also RIP grammar I did this on my phone on a farm

Warnings: mentions of basically space pornhub but nothing really explicit, Hunter figuring out what his sexuality is and making very unreasonable conclusions because hes basically scared bc well I do that too

Reader: male

Masterlist

Hunter stood under the oning. The rain heavy and droplets big. A asortment of marigolds in his hand looking for the girl he was ment to meet, he himself dressed up in polished armour, he didnt have many chlothes to choose from so polished and clean armour seemed the best option.

Yet the more he waited the more disappointed he became, and hour later no one showed up, two hours later still no one. He sighed.

Why?

"Hey! Mind me taking a spot next to you?" A man asked rushing under the oning.

Hunter nodded as the man stood next to him hair once done nice soaked and stuck to his face his chlothes soaked. It was quiet between the two.

"You okay?" Y/n called over the rain.

"Huh?" Hunter questioned, "I'm. Fine."

Y/n frowned, "You don't seem very fine."

Hunter sighed, "date stand you up too?"

Y/n chuckled, "yeah. Yeah he did."

"He?" Hunter questioned Y/n sighed.

"Yeah. He." Y/n spoke, "he was a real smooth talker too."

Hunter let out a low laugh, "seems we had the same problem."

Y/n looked back seeing a bench, sitting himself down Hunter looked back, Y/n patting the spot next to him. Hunter sat down flowers besides him.

"What's your name?" Hunter questioned.

"Y/n." He smiled, "you?"

"Hunter."

Y/n nodded, "you're a clone, a...Sargeant am I correct?"

Hunter looked over at him a bit shocked, "uh, yeah."

"I had a good friend that was a clone. He went missing a while ago. Taught me everything I know today." Y/n spoke.

"What was his name?" Hunter questioned.

"Kix." Y/n spoke.

"You were a republic medic." Hunter responded.

Y/n nodded, "you knew kix?"

"Not much we did one mission together." Hunter admitted, "loyal to his brothers."

Y/n nodded, it becoming silent between the two, Hunter felt good, someone that understood his struggle of being an outside besides him.

"So. When did you start dating guys?" Hunter blurted out causing Y/n's head to turn, "Wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that-"

"No. No." Y/n laughed, "its okay. You know Kix asked me that exact way, think it confused him a little bit at first as I was dating a female twilek just before hand,"

"Oh." Hunter spoke quietly, "You...you can date both?"

"Um. Yeah." Y/n spoke, "why not?"

"Dating anybody wasnt really allowed in the GAR. Especially-"

"Within clone ranks. Right." Y/n spoke, "I kind of forget about that stuff sometimes...this was your first date then?"

Hunter nodded, Y/n frowning, stood up on his first date. Wow.

"Right now Im thinking it would of been better to ask you out rather than her." Hunter spoke with a nervous smile but then immediately started to correct himself, "Well! Not- It's not, I"

"Its okay. Really." Y/n smiled, " Dating is hard."

Hunter looked away from him and down at his hands. His mind running through the conversation over and over, Y/n dated a man and a woman, and seemed perfectly happy with it. He felt dirty for even dating a woman, sure clones had...needs, but he had always taken care of them himself. Hunter wouldnt lie, when he had to take care of his needs with a video or two to help. He found himself gazing in a different direction each and every time. It mostly started with females dominating over males, then leaned towards men being well- pegged. He found it okay, it was still a woman and man, just different. Then he had found male on male videos, the idea of someone ontop of him in such a way made his climaxs much more intense the idea of someone grabbing his face and making him look up at him with such deep and mysterious eyes made with a strong grip of a males hand made him go crazy. But well. He had brothers.

What were they going to think? And Omega? That little girl who has his heart, a daughter in his eyes. What would she think? That he was gross? That he was werid? That he would try and advance on his brothers? Unreasonable things had started going through his head. But he always seemed to boil them down to just fantasies. Something that would never have, like a dream. That would be until he seen a man at Cid's bar, sure a girl on each arm a firm grip on there waist as he was obviously wealthy, but that didn't matter, his eyes were a a crazy purple color, his voice was smooth and deep, and well. He...he was mind blowing to Hunter. The man walked up to them, taller than Hunter, and a deep chuckle on his words as he explained the job he wanted done. Hunter luckily managed to cover his red ears with his bandanna and act normal.

Thats not what he wanted, a flirt? Sure a bit. But he wanted a relationship, a loving partner and as cliche as he thought it was he wanted a story book romance. He found himself even more in a pickle when he started looking at both women and men in the same light. Confused and conflicted he shut himself off, any one to advance him for such a relationship or act he turned away or walked away before he could be asked.

But this girl? Man was she the one. She'd come to cids bar to ask just for him, bring the boys the cookies and all, he thought they had something, but he supposed not. Not a comn link chatter, or a woman in sight. Just him and Y/n, sitting on a bench with then rain infront of them.

"Hey? You-"

"Go on a date with me." Hunter blurted out once again, his body even leaning forward toward Y/n in such a way.

Y/n blinked in confusion, "Im. I'm sorry." He laughed a bit out of shock.

Hunter retracted back, Y/n quickly stopping his by grabbing his hand.

"Hey,wait you just shocked me is all. You were all quiet for a mintue there." Y/n told him, Hunter's face and ears red.

"I. Im sorry." Hunter told, he was never this shy, stuttering in such ways.

"Am I your first male date?" Y/n questioned Hunter just nodded Y/n smiling smally.

"I'm honored, and would love to go on a date with you." Y/n smiled, "how about we go now?"

Y/n stood up Hunter's hand in his picking him up to his feet.

"Come on! We can go to a caf shop! Or watch a holo movie!" Y/n tried to pursuade.

"Now?" Hunter questioned.

Y/n nodded, "I think we're both free and dressed for the occasion anyways."

Hunter chuckled, it felt good to laugh and Y/n smiled.

"Yeah. Let's do it."

Y/n smiled, "lets go then! Come on! A new Vemon holo just came out!"

Hunter laughed as they went hand in hand running down the street to tried and pass the rain as quick as possible.

Hunter was glad, he had found someone who made him genuinely happy in such a hard time. Someone that understood him to a degree. Someone as simple as a stranger, and if others didnt like it well, who cared? Many people never cared about clones anyways. Hunter felt safe hand in hand with this man he had met in the rain.

#star wars #the bad batch #star wars: the bad batch #sw: tbb #hunter x you #hunter star wars #hunter x reader #the bad batch hunter #star wars hunter #hunter the bad batch #hunter #hunter x y/n #hunter x male reader #sw x male reader #tbb x male reader #male readers need more fanfic tbh #star wars x male reader #male reader

[rose-lord-of-simps]

When Mammon Finally Snapped.

Request: Could you do something with mammon snapping at his brothers Bc of their words *insert emojis this author can’t- oh wait I can copy and paste hold on-

Request:  Could you do something with mammon snapping at his brothers Bc of their words 👉👈

@mammons-baby

First of all, just let me say, I too, am a slut for Mammon. Second of all, I got so excited at your request so thank you for sending it in!

Enjoy!

Warnings: Cursing! (remember if cursing bothers you but you want to read feel free to just ask me for a clean version!) Mammon’s brothers being super mean to him. And mentions of blood but nothing detailed. Mentions of his brothers punishments and ripping of nails.

It was an accident. 100% pure accident. 

“Mammon what the hell did you do?”

“How come you always assume it was me!?”

“Who else besides you and Beel could manage this level of chaos in the kitchen?”

Mammon really didn’t mean to set the kitchen on fire! Again...

“This is getting expensive Mammon. You need to stop being a nuisance.”

“Hey guys, this smoke is not good for my complexion so can we figure out how to put it out already?”

“Don’t let Mammon do it, he’ll only make it worse, as always.”

“Hey!”

----

“Scummy Mammon. Go away and leave me alone!”

He just wanted to see his brother. Levi hadn’t left his room for nearly 3 days and Mammon was worried.

“No let me show you brotherly affection and play video games with you!”

“I don’t want to play video games with you! Go find something else to do!”

Ouch. Normally he’d play with anybody.

“Sorry.”

————

It was not Mammon’s day.

The witches had called on him a lot and his clothes were all torn.

It’s started raining on his way home but he didn’t have an umbrella.

And he was operating on barely two hours of sleep.

All Mammon wanted was to sleep, but of course even that’d be a challenge. As he walked into the HoL the first thing he noticed was Beel and Belphie in a blanket nest snuggled up together.

“That looks so comfy, can I join?”

Cuddles sounded so good right now.

“No stupid Mammon.”

“Sorry, he’s grouchy because Lucifer woke him up from a nap on accident. But maybe it’d be best if you didn’t join.”

He should have known. This wasn’t the celestial realm. His brothers didn’t want cuddles anymore.

Mammon made his way back to his room, nearly tripping on air on the way, but didn’t fail to pass by Asmodeous undetected.

“You look like shit.”

“Gee thanks.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you but I’m going out and don’t need whatever it is. So just... stay away. Okay?”

He really should be used to this by now.

He shouldn’t be crying silent tears by the time he gets to his room.

By the time he falls asleep he’s so exhausted he doesn’t get dinner.

————

It’d been four days.

Four days of no Mammon around the house.

He was never at dinner, seemingly always sleeping through.

He didn’t show at breakfast, already having left the house.

And none of the brothers had similar classes to their scummy second born.

Lucifer was the first to notice and tried to catch him when he came home but on the fifth day, Mammon just didn’t come home.

When someone finally pointed out that Mammon hadn’t been around recently and possibly could be in trouble, it of course was Beel.

“He doesn’t usually leave for this long though, what if he is in trouble?”

“Then why not just let him perish?”

“I agree with Levi. Let him wither wherever he is.”

“Enough everyone. Mammon’s been keeping a few crows in the aviary right? I’ll send one out and we can follow it, see if it leads us to him.”

“How do you know that’ll work?”

“It’s a dumb crow. They like Shiny things and his hair is a shiny thing.”

“Ya’ll are welcome for that, that shiny hair is because of me.”

————

When they finally found Mammon, it wasn’t pretty.

His normally white hair with almost purple iridescence was now a light brown, covered in dirt and what looked like soot.

His glasses were no where to be seen.

And his demon form was out, wings tied and possibly bleeding.

And the responsible demons were no other than the witches.

What hurt the brothers the most was seeing their normally lively sibling looking as if the life had been sucked out of him.

“Do you think this image will haunt them in their dreams?”

“Can I eat em?”

“What if we rip off their nails first.

“You underestimated us.”

“He May be a scummy demon and a terrible brother.”

“But he is our brother and we will not tolerate you harming him.”

For once, Mammon thought his brothers cared.

————

“What were you thinking Mammon!?”

He was wrong.

“This is disgraceful, you can’t keep getting in these situations. It’s embarrassing.”

“You’re embarrassing.”

“What would be a suitable punishment?”

Punishment?

For what?

Getting hurt?

If they were just gonna do this then why did they save him?

“If you were just going to punish me then why save me?”

“You’re our brother, you may be annoying but we care about you.”

“Since when did any of you care?”

“That’s not fair, we’ve always cared you’re just being dramatic.”

“I’m dramatic? Lucifer makes an entire demon out of pure rage and I’m the dramatic one?”

“Mammon-“

“No! I practically raised all of you! I brought Lucifer meals when he missed dinner, I covered all of your heads on the fall down, I planned Lillith’s service without any help because you all were mourning, I was the one who cuddled all of you when you had nightmares, and how was I thanked?”

“Mammon you’re being ridiculous-“

“I got hung upside down from the ceiling for days on end, I have fucking scars that I don’t remember getting because my brain has repressed the memories, I’ve gotten called scummy and an idiot for giving into my sin when all of you are excused, I’ve nearly died on multiple occasions covering for your asses when you do something wrong so Lucifer doesn’t get you, and when I try to reach out I’m pushed away by my own family.”

“Stop being so serious you know we love-“

“Love me? Love me!? You never cared about me. It took you four days to realize I was gone. And when I was hurt and obviously traumatized I’m told that I’m getting punished for being a victim. For being an embarrassment. If you wanted me gone so badly then why have just let me die!?”

The worst part was they all knew he was right.

They knew they used him as a punching bag.

They knew he’d taken the blame for them on multiple occasions.

They knew he was the only one who got criticized for his sin.

They knew he raised them.

They knew that if it weren’t for Mammon then they wouldn’t know what to do.

Which is why it hurt when Mammon left and didn’t come back.

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I don’t like how this turned out but I’ve been having a lot of writers block lately and I’m glad I was able to get something out. I may try and come back to this when my writers block isn’t so bad.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me mammom #oney me mammon #mammon headcanon #mammon angst #mammon avatar of greed #mammon x reader