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inthedayswhenlandswerefew · 1 year

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North To The Future [Chapter 1: Building A Mystery]

The year is 1999. You are just beginning your veterinary practice in Juneau, Alaska. Aegon is a mysterious, troubled newcomer to town. You kind of hate him. You are also kind of obsessed with him. Falling for him might legitimately ruin your life...but can you help it? Oh, and there’s a serial killer on the loose known only as the Ice Fisher.

A/N: This is a work of au fiction utilizing characters from HBO’s House Of The Dragon series. It will have humor, drama, angst, danger, bears, bars, boats, boy bands, blizzards, dogs, 90s nostalgia, and lots more!

Chapter warnings: Language, lowkey sexual tension, alcoholism (obvi), poor life choices, minor injury to an animal but he’s totally fine.

Word count: 3.4k.

Link to chapter list (and all my writing): HERE.

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“He’s going to hit the mailbox,” Jennifer says. She’s peering out of the window with her hands cupped around her eyes like goggles. “He’s going to hit it…he’s going to hit it…” There is a snapping sound, a crunch, squealing brakes. “Mailbox down.”

It’s mid-November and nearly 4:00 p.m., so it’s pitch black outside except for the dim, sepia luminescence of streetlights. Blazing high-beams skate across the window. Jen steps back, blinking.

“Who is it?” you ask.

“I don’t know. Some guy in a green Nova.”

A Chevy Nova? Front-wheel drive? Not advisable. Almost everyone here has an SUV…or, better yet, a pickup truck. Outside, the high-beams die and a car door slams. Five seconds later, he bursts into the lobby carrying a massive golden retriever. There’s blood all over the dog’s head and chest, drying clumps snared in his fur; still, his tail is wagging. It starts wagging harder when he sees you.

“You’re a vet, right?” Nova guy asks frantically. He’s wearing a black turtleneck sweater, a red flannel shirt, light-wash Levi’s, and black Converses. Another bad choice; he should have boots. “I saw the sign outside.”

“I sure am.” You point him to the exam room. “Right this way.”

Nova guy staggers through the doorway and heaves the golden retriever up onto the high metal table. Jen follows you both into the exam room with a clipboard to record her notes. She is the all-purpose assistant and your sole employee. The veterinary clinic is otherwise empty; your last appointment—a routine and uneventful checkup of Mr. Sullivan’s cantankerous tomcat Biggie Smalls—ended twenty minutes ago. You begin to evaluate the golden retriever. He has a laceration on his muzzle, but seems otherwise unharmed. His tail is still wagging. Head wounds bleed a lot and can thus incite disproportionate panic. Oftentimes, they aren’t half as bad as they look.

“You can fix him, right?” Nova guy pleads. There’s a streak of tacky crimson blood on his cheek, you notice now. “A bear got him. Clawed him, I think. I let him outside when I got off work, and next thing I knew I turned around and he was chasing off a bear. A goddamn bear. Like a huge bear. A Smokey Bear bear.”

“Yes,” you say, amused. “We have bears here.” Then you add: “Your dog is going to be just fine.”

“Oh, thank God,” Nova guy exhales, clutching his chest. You numb the golden retriever’s muzzle with lidocaine and begin disinfecting the wound with povidone-iodine solution.

“What’s his name?” Jen asks. She is busily jotting down notes.

“Sunfyre.”

Jen pauses, pen hovering in mid-air. “Sun…fire…?”

“Sunfyre,” Nova guy repeats irritably. “One word. With a Y.”

“…Where is the Y…?”

“In fire.”

Jen frowns down at her form as she fills in the letters. “Why would you spell fire with a Y?”

“To make him more awesome, obviously,” Nova guy murmurs. He leans down to rub the golden retriever’s shaggy ears and wobbles as he does. Sunfyre’s tail thumps on the exam table. “You’re gonna be okay, buddy. Yes you are. You’re gonna be just fine, the nice vet lady says so.”

You catch a whiff of him, dark bitterness and sweetness and spice: rum, a lot of rum. “Did you drive here drunk?”

He narrows his eyes at you. They’re bleary and royal blue. “Maybe.”

“It’s like 4 p.m. on a Monday, why are you drunk right now?”

“I’m sorry, are you a people doctor? Because I thought I came here so you could fix my fucking dog.”

“He’s getting fixed,” you assure the man calmly. You’re accustomed to dealing with rather unhinged pet owners. To some people, animals are like children; and you wouldn’t expect someone to act rational if their kid was lying here bloodied from a bear attack, would you?

“How old is he?” Jen asks.

“I don’t know, like, young?”

“About five,” you say, checking Sunfyre’s teeth. Then you begin suturing. Nova guy moves to pet the dog’s side to give you more room to work; Sunfyre is so relaxed he’s nearly dozing. “Has he had his rabies shots?”

“Yeah, he’s had them, he…” The man pats his jeans pockets. “Oh shit, I mean I don’t have the paperwork with me or anything, but I know he’s good because he got vaccinations in San Francisco and that’s the last place we were. Less than a year ago. Like eight months tops.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Because this is important.”

“Look lady, I don’t even know if I’m up to date on my shots, but I know for a fact he is.”

“Okay,” you concede.

“What’s your name, sir?” Jen asks Nova guy, relieved in anticipation of a nice simple human answer: Jason, Michael, Daniel, Brian, Steven.

“Aegon,” he says.

“…Aegon?!”

He glares at Jen with a dreadful sort of resignation, as if he’s repeated this moment a thousand times in a thousand different universes. “It’s Greek.”

“You don’t look Greek.”

“You don’t look like a genealogist.”

Jen recoils and continues her notes. She has a point: Nova guy—Aegon, you mentally amend—has pale sunless skin, dark semi-circles under his eyes, hair so light a blond it’s nearly pure white. Jen begins her next question tentatively, like she’s afraid to ask. “Last name?”

“Targaryen.” And then he adds: “Also Greek.”

She stares at him. “Tar…?”

He sighs. “T-A-R-G…”

As they go back and forth—again, Jen is baffled by the placement of a Y—you instinctively glance up at the flier on the wall. The police have plastered them across every business in town: Report suspicious activity immediately! Beware of strangers! Help keep Juneau safe! The words are bright red beneath the sketch of a menacing, scarlet-eyed specter in a trench coat. The first body was found almost exactly a month ago. The second was found two weeks after that. You and Aegon catch each other looking at the flier and then pretend you didn’t.

You finish stitching and give the golden retriever an encouraging pat on the head. His tail thuds rhythmically against the table. “Alright, Sunfyre is good to go. I’d like him to stay one night so I can put him on an IV just in case. And he’ll have to wear a cone until his stitches come out. Your total is $300.”

“$300?!” Aegon exclaims. “What are you gonna put in the IV, cocaine?!”

“Antibiotics,” you say. “And they had to be shipped in from Seattle.”

“Jesus Christ. Okay, Pablo Escobar, hold on, hold on…” He pulls crumpled dollar bills out of his tattered leather wallet. “I’ve got…fifteen…uh…sixteen…” He starts counting quarters.

“Jen can write you up a bill,” you offer.

“Oh, yeah. Great.” He replaces his cash with palpable relief. “I can pick him up tomorrow?”

“Anytime after noon.”

“Cool.” He plants a loud smacking kiss on the crown of Sunfyre’s head. “I’ll see you soon, buddy.” Then he lurches out into the lobby. You tell Jen to put Sunfyre in one of the kennels and bolt after him.

“You can’t drive home like this,” you tell Aegon, horrified.

He whirls. “…Why?”

“Uh, because you’re drunk?!”

He drums his palms against the front door and groans dramatically. “I’m not gonna hit anybody. There are like six people in this whole town, I live ten minutes away, what’s gonna happen?”

“You can’t drive home,” you insist.

“I’ll go super slowly.”

“Don’t make me take your keys. I’ll do it.”

He throws up his hands, exasperated. “Fine. I’ll walk.

“It’s dark, it’s 30 degrees outside, you’re not even wearing a coat. You could get lost and freeze to death. Or eaten by a bear.” Or murdered by the Ice Fisher.

“Lady, what do you want from me?!”

You grab your parka off the coatrack. “I’ll drive you.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. Jen can watch Sunfyre and I’ll start his IV when I get back.”

Aegon considers this, considers you. He’s not suspicious; he’s more…how can you describe it? Caught off-guard. Out of practice. “Okay,” he says finally. “Oh. Also.” He scratches his chin, avoiding your eyes. “I think I ran over your mailbox.”

“That’s fine. My dad will fix it.”

“Your dad?”

“Yeah, he lives next door. He’s recently retired and always looking for new projects. You might have done him a favor, actually. Saved him from a night of Dateline and Buffy The Vampire Slayer.”

Slowly, cautiously, Aegon smiles. “Happy to help, I guess.”

Your Jeep Cherokee is brand new. It has grey upholstered seats, cupholders, a Starfleet Academy bumper sticker, and automatic windows. The license plate is blue and embossed with Alaska’s state motto: North To The Future. There’s a Sarah McLachlan tape in the cassette player. Heat blasts through the vents; Building A Mystery tumbles out of the speakers. Aegon tells you that he’s renting a place downtown near the harbor and gives you vague, generally unhelpful directions. You listen as he speaks, of course, but you study him too, as much as you dare to without being too obvious, stealing rapid-fire glimpses. He talks with his hands a lot: clasps them together, touches his face, gestures lethargically, runs his fingers through his hair. There’s a lock that keeps escaping from behind his ear to rest on his right cheek, the one with the bloodstain. You have this strange compulsion to tuck it back into place.

“Cupholders,” Aegon remarks as you pull out of the small gravel parking lot, banging his fist on them. He has a British accent, but it’s diluted somewhat, understated. “Nice.”

“Yeah. I hate to tell you this, but the Nova was a really bad idea. You’re going to be snowed in half the winter.”

“Fantastic,” he quips. “I just bought the cheapest thing I could find when I got here.”

You peek over at him. Streetlights illuminate the bruise-like shadows under his eyes, the height of his cheekbones. “Your people don’t usually stick around this late in the year. Tourist season is over.”

“I’m not a tourist,” Aegon replies with a crooked grin, and does not elaborate. And then, when your Jeep rolls to a stop outside his apartment building: “Look, I know this is super random and all, but…like…” He stalls. “Can I get you some hot chocolate or something? I happen to be an aficionado of truly exceptional hot chocolate.”

“Oh, really? Homemade?”

“Swiss Miss,” he says. “But I have a secret ingredient.”

“I’m really not interested in getting roofied this evening.”

He laughs. “The secret ingredient is not roofies. It’s French vanilla coffee creamer.”

You hesitate. The words from the flier blare in your skull like a neon sign: Beware of strangers! Help keep Juneau safe! “I really shouldn’t.”

“I’m not gonna murder you,” Aegon says with probably too much bluntness. He starts turning out all his pockets. “You can search me, I got nothing on me except my wallet and keys. I just…well…” He smirks guiltily. He is sobering up. “I feel like I made a really bad first impression.”

“You definitely did.”

“And I want to make up for that because you helped my dog and everything. And now you’re helping me. And I just don’t want you to think I’m a horrible person.”

“Are you?”

“What, a horrible person?”

“Yeah.” You’re only half-joking.

Aegon doesn’t appear to be joking at all. “I think I’ll let you figure that out for yourself.”

You should go back to work. You should definitely go back to work. You should definitely not follow this weird drunk man up to his apartment. “Okay, but I can’t stay long. And I’ll ask you to remember that Jen has your full and highly unusual name and is more than capable of telling the cops that you’re the last person I was seen alive with. So it is in your best interests not to murder me.”

“Deal,” he says, and scrambles clumsily out of the Jeep.

Aegon’s apartment isn’t even a one-bedroom; it’s a studio with a couch and tv at one end, a bed at the other end by the windows, and a practically microscopic kitchen. As he bangs around in the cabinets locating a pot and two mugs, you admire his collection of refrigerator magnets. They represent a kaleidoscope of American cities: a dolphin from San Diego, the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco, a blue crab from Baltimore, a boiled lobster from Portland, a gold nugget from Denver, a cowboy on horseback from Dallas, the Sears Tower from Chicago, a cactus from Phoenix, a pair of dice suspended in glittery pink liquid from Las Vegas, many more.

“You’ve been to all these places?” you ask, awed in spite of your explicit intention not to be.

“Yeah. I found Sunfyre in Phoenix. That was three cities ago.”

“Found him?”

“Wandering emaciated and terrified on the side of a highway.” He’s stirring the pot over a red-hot electric burner. On the counter wait two mismatched mugs: the blue one is bigger, but the green one is more opulent, gilded with tiny gold stars. “You ever been outside of Alaska?”

“I got as far as Colorado for vet school.” Not far enough, you almost add. “How long have you been here?”

“Seven weeks. No. Eight.”

“So you’re the Ice Fisher.”

He tosses back his head and cackles wildly. “You are not the first person to think it, but you are the first to ask.” His smile dies and he looks at you directly, deadly serious. “No. I’m not the Ice Fisher.”

For some reason, you believe him. “Why Juneau?”

“Because it’s really, really far from Miami.”

“What’s in Miami?”

“Beaches. Bikinis.” You stare at him, waiting for further explanation. He stares back, offering none. He returns his attention to the hot chocolate. “I’m here for the winter trolling. Chinook salmon.”

“So only six months.”

He nods. “Only six months.”

“Where are you going next?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet. Maybe I’ll let Sunfyre pick. I’ll dip a bunch of travel postcards in peanut butter and see which one he eats first.”

“So you just bounce around like that? Constantly? Perpetually?”

“Yeah.”

“It never gets lonely? You don’t miss anyone? Family, friends…?” A girlfriend? A wife? Five charming white-blond children?

“No,” he says flatly. He yanks open the refrigerator and pulls out a small glass bottle with a yellow label: 99 Whipped, Whipped Cream Liqueur, 49.5% ALC/VOL. He holds it up to show you, to offer it to you.

“No, I’m good, thanks though.”

“You sure? It’s whipped cream flavored.”

“I’m majorly sure.”

He unscrews the top with his teeth and takes a swig. Then he dumps the rest in the green mug. He flicks open a cabinet, produces a jar of French vanilla coffee creamer, and scoops a generous amount of the snowy powder into both mugs. He lifts the pot of hot chocolate from the stove and empties it into the mugs like molten metal into molds. He stirs the contents: separate spoons, oddly considerate. You move to take the blue mug, but Aegon stops you.

“Not quite yet,” he says. He rummages around in the refrigerator until he finds a can of whipped cream. He tops off both mugs with a fluffy white swirl. “One last thing…” He grabs a Hershey bar from the freezer and a flat metal cheese grater from a drawer. He leans over the mugs and—with startling, painstaking, somehow vulnerable care—shears just enough chocolate off the bar to dust the whipped cream with fine dark shavings. He passes you the blue mug and grins triumphantly. “You have to freeze the chocolate or it’ll melt when you try to grate it. A girl showed me how to do that.”

“Wow. You’re literally Martha Stewart.”

He is waiting for you to take a sip. You do. The hot chocolate is, in all honestly, ridiculously good: rich, creamy, smooth. He sees this on your face. “Told you.”

“Maybe you’re not so horrible.”

“Don’t be hasty. The roofies haven’t kicked in yet.”

You stand in the kitchen together drinking hot chocolate under dull, flaxen lights; Aegon doesn’t own a table or chairs. Your gaze roams around his apartment and settles on a jade green, extremely battered electric guitar propped against the wall by his bed. “Do you play?”

He turns to look. “Oh, that? No, no way.”

“Why do you have a guitar if you don’t play guitar?”

He grins, holding his mug with both hands. Steam curls up around his face like fog, like smoke. “Makes chicks think I’m more interesting than I am.”

“And yet you told me the truth,” you say. “You are really blowing this.”

“Yeah, that sounds like me.” He slurps his hot chocolate and licks the whipped cream off his lips. There is a deep, not entirely unpleasant silence that descends over the kitchen. Still, you feel compelled to break it.

“You seem to like green a lot.”

“I guess so.”

“Why? Because it’s the color of money…or trees…or Subway…or Heineken…or…?”

“Or…” He contemplates this for a while before he decides. “Camouflage.”

The silence reappears, less comfortable this time. “I really do need to go,” you tell him. It comes out like an apology, a regret. “Jen is supposed to get off work at 5:00 and I don’t want to make her stay too late.”

He replies with an unexpected question. “You ever go to Ursa Minor?”

Ursa Minor? The little bar beside the harbor? No, never. Your best friend Heather has been trying to cajole you into going—her brother Trent is always asking about you or something—but you have yet to succumb to her peer pressure. You aren’t really a bar girl. You’re a stay up half the night comforting sad animals girl. “Yeah, totally, sometimes. Why?”

Aegon smiles, a little dazedly, a little pleased. “No reason.”

All the way back to the veterinary clinic, your brains are wrangling with Aegon: everything about him, parts you wish you didn’t care enough to notice. When you enter the lobby—along with a gale of ice-cold wind peppered with snow flurries—an incredulous Jen is waiting for you.

“You drove him home? Alone?!” She jabs an index finger at the flier on the wall, one of so many. “While that lunatic is still out there somewhere?!” The cartoonish figure in the trench coat leers at you with red eyes. They call him the Ice Fisher because of what he does with the bodies. He goes out to Dredge Lake, drills a hole in the ice just wide enough for the shoulders to fit through, shoves his victim down into the frigid water to wait there in the dark and the cold until they are brought up. He leaves blood smeared on the ice. That’s how the police found the bodies, how they’ll keep finding them.

You shrug. “He needed a ride.”

“He needs an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, that’s what he needs.”

You sigh loudly. “Thank you for your sage advice, Jennifer. You are free to go.”

“Yeah yeah. I’ll give the cops his name when you go missing. Tell them to look for the drunk white-haired loser with the Nova.”

More forcefully, you repeat: “Thank you, Jennifer.”

“Take a chill pill, I’m going.” She pulls on her parka and disappears out into the night. You stand in the lobby—in the silence, in the solitude—staring at the flier for a long time.

In one of the kennels, you find your lone current tenant. “Hey buddy,” you say to Sunfyre, using Aegon’s nickname for him, and the golden retriever perks up. You pet his silky fur (well cared for, you observe), ensure he has enough food and water, get him an extra blanket, and start an IV: antibiotics with a light sedative so he hopefully doesn’t manage to wriggle out of his cone. You’ll set a few alarms and get up throughout the night to check on Sunfyre…although your dad will almost certainly volunteer to do it for you. This clinic used to be his, after all.

Before you leave, you spend fifteen minutes sitting with Sunfyre: brushing his fur, humming to him, letting him lick your knuckles like wordless little thank you notes. Not for the first time in your life, you find yourself wishing that animals could speak as well as we do, could spill secrets like blood or falling snow.

“Interesting human you’ve got there,” you say.

Sunfyre, peering up at you with his trusting umber eyes, only wags his tail in reply.

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen #aegon ii #aegon x you #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen ii #aegon x y/n #aegon x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine

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lenok993 · 4 months

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LEVI ACKERMAN BIRTHDAY RING

身に纏うグリーンのマントをイメージしたマラカイト（12月誕生石）にジュビリーカットのホワイトクォーツを重ねたオリジナルストーンを使用。仲間や部下を先導するリヴァイ兵士長の姿を重ねました。Rough translation We use an original stone made of malachite (December birthstone) layered with Jubilee-cut white quartz, which resembles a green cloak. We overlaid the image of Captain Levi leading his friends and subordinates.

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#snk #aot #levi #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk news #aot news #snk s4 #aot s4 #snk official art #aot official art #snk merch #aot merch #snk merchandise #aot merchandise

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seeingivy · 2 months

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method acting asks!

link to tiktok

THIS WAS THE LAST FUCKING THING I EXPECTED WHEN I OPENED THIS TIKTOK I LITERALLY JUST BURST OUT LAUGHING IN MY LITTLE CUBICLE....

that being said. this is reiner the day new year's day releases trying to promote the song.

OMGGGGG WAIT. ok I think y/n and eren would be kaz brekker and inej and sukuna would literally be the darkling. also random but lana would be zoya. IDK but that woudl totally happen where eren and y/n are in a show where they aren't the main couple but people start shipping them just bc of how good their chemistry is.

link to tiktok

GOD. I was at this show in like lower bowl right near where he was and I was literally going crazy bc he's so cute. also they're so eren y/n coded bc of their matching rose quartz bracelets...and the hat that they keep switching...and that he was seen walking around in her merch lIKE I LITERALLY LOVE THEM SO BAD THEY'RE SOOOO CUTE

also louis just standing there like 😊 while olivia sings a song about how she wants to die after every awkward social interaction....so y/n and eren when she's screaming bloody murder and he's like yeah that's my girl ❤️

omg wait. this is interesting and no one has ever asked before. idk about actual numbers but there are some people who get more money than others?

like y/n and armin are paid considerably less in the first season bc they're not as popular. the people who double dip like act and sing have more money - so eren, y/n, historia, etc. armin and niccolo produce so they get more money in that aspect too.

some actors are more lowkey and less popular? like i'd say ymir is famous but not as famous as other people who are in the story. jean and mikasa are like mid tier level and hange and levi probably have the most?? bc they produce the sow and have their own company and such.

@levitheestallion y/n revenge edits go crazy. to obsessed by olivia rodrigo too like that would be such a godo edit song.

eren is very lana del ray coded in general and the margaret edits to go crazy of him and y/n.

people make crazy edits of them growing up too like from when they were 15 to basically 25 like EEK IT WOUDL BE SO CUTE.

omg about the name of the story, it is actually not a cool about it reference! when I started writing the fic, I was trying to do research about how like acting and all that stuff works and I came across the term method acting and I was like....yeah that makes sense they're going to pretend to be in love but then not know where the line blurs. pickng the name of fics is always so hard but i actually really love the name for this one :')

anyways, my exam is tomorrow and im planning on writing after that's over. my peace offering is the songs that are mentioned in the chapter which are: style by taylor swift and glimpse of us by joji

#asks!#method acting

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himehikoshrine · 3 months

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Biblical Naming Puns in Quartz Plays

Both Levi and Isaac are biblical names whose meaning is explained in the text of Genesis. Shown here in the JPS translation, which includes in line explanations, in Genesis 29:34 we get Levi being given for its meaning as "to attach," or "to join." It shares a route with the word for wreath, so it could be said to have 'to join in a circle' connotation, which works very well with the etymology of kielce and circus, as well as the gear metaphor. He is the ringleader after all, another word that includes the connection to circles and rings.

Isaac comes from the word "to laugh". Shown is Genesis 17:19, though the incident it's referencing happens earlier. A fitting name for a clown, and even more fitting given some lines on Isaac's route, too. But again, this is a name picked based on the pun given in Genesis for it.

These are similar to Jacob in Mary Jane, which, according to Genesis 25:26 is a pun on the word for "heel". Mary names him that after getting the idea to make a doll out of corpse parts after picking up a heel off the beach.

Mary is almost certainly a biblical reference of a name, as well, but it isn't on the origin of the name and explanation for the word play involved.

These are all pretty specific references, but the pattern makes me fairly certain that all three are intentional.

Fun fact - Isaac is the father of Jacob who is the father of Levi, so this also represents three major generations of Genesis.

Whatever else he's got going on or shoved in that weird genius head of his, the Bible is clearly something in Neji's reference pool. Pretty deep-cut references too. With the "Raham" in Jire's poem, these represent some pretty close original textual readings. Some of the phrasing in the Jire poem also suggests at least a passing knowledge with Japanese Catholic liturgical phrasing or at least imitations there of.

But Neji's references don't stop here. The Oh Rama Havenna names seem to be based of Latin instead. He's dabbling in Greco-Roman mythology references elsewhere, Japanese mytho-history in I Am Death, linguistics, latin, possibly middle english, world literature, historical references and beyond. A fascinating place, Neji's mind.

So while I can totally see a reading that there's some religious background Neji is not telling us, I can also see him reading the bible from cover to cover with translation posts just for his reference pool "to make the greatest performance ever!"

#jackjeanne #jack jeanne meta #jack jeanne #sissia of the central nation #mary jane #allusions and references #shout of to Sefaria always and forever #neji #i feel like all posts about the plays themselves need a neji tag #seeing how ishida writes neji is some vindication for me as someone who came here from tokyo ghoul

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symphonicmetal101 · 2 years

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COMFORT ITEMS THE CHARACTERS HAVE

And have always had. Not mc giving it to them. (It is sweet but also not rn)

Lucifer- his enchanted fountain pen. It never runs out of ink, and always stays in his inner jacket pocket. After Mammon tried to steal it once, Lucifer was lowkey devastated and couldnt focus on his work. When he got it back, he also enchanted it to return to his pocket if it was left untouched by him for 20 minutes.

Mammon - his jacket. Yes, he's a model and tries new things on but it has to have the potential to go with his jacket...which gets a little more difficult the older the jacket gets. But until he finds a jacket that makes him feel as happy and safe as that one, it is how it is.

Levi - a ruri-chan keychain. Not a special edition or anything, because he holds it a lot and doesnt want anything to happen to it. The colour has faded a few times but he repaints it. He often links it to his belt loop and pulls his sweater down over it so nobody can see, but he can still fidget with it. He also has a blanket he uses while hes gaming.

Satan - he has a small cat stuffy from when he was a baby (Mammons first sewing project) that he keeps under his pillow. Its not something he carries around with him but helps him relax by the end of the day to know at least it will be there for him no matter what.

Asmo - their water bottle. He likes the rubber thing that keeps the lid attatched to the bottle and swings it when he walks. Yeah he could hold his own in a fight but its more fun to swing a metal bottle at someones head. Has like...6 more of them at home. Decorated the outside of it himself in stickers, paint, etc.

Beel - has a cow plushie that reminds him of Belphie. He keeps it with him anytime its possible. Yes, it moos when he squeezes it.

Belphie - obviously he has his pillow, but when he cant lug that around he has a small bottle of never empty lavender oil.

Diavolo - his late mothers brooch. He keeps it pinned on him whenever possible, or carefully placed in a box in his bedroom, in a locked compartment, which he Barbatos always hold the key for. It makes him feel more connected to her, thus more confident when hes made to speak to other nobels.

Barb - another pair of white gloves. He has never stained his gloves, but likes to know he has the safety net of another pair in case anything happens.

Mephistopheles - his boots. You cannot tell me this man does not have killer cowboy boots he wears ALL the time.

Simeon - a white feather, from Lucifer before he fell. He keeps it well hidden and taken care of, often writing with it on his desk as a source of inspiration.

Luke - his bag. He takes it with him everywhere and is fiercely protective of it. He likes to keep his cookbook and other recipes he has yet to write into it stored there.

Raphael - his spear is a given, but also a small cloth he uses to polish the head throughout the day. Taking it away is a death sentence.

Solomon - he has a little spinny gadget he attatches to his belt. Idk where he got it from. I dont think he remembers where its from. But he enjoys spinning it. It serves no function.

Thirteen - she loves her scythe, but its a cool rock. She was lonely for a very long time, ok? She found a very shiny rock with quartz in it, and she keeps it in her pocket. She sometimes talks to it when she needs to vent.

Masterlist

#v talks #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me mephistopheles #obey me diavolo #obey me barb #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me raphael #obey me solomon #obey me thirteen

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vkeidriptournament · 10 months

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Visual Kei Drip Tournament: Full Ranking - WARNING: EXTREMELY LONG POST

------------------------------------ ★ finals ★

1. kozi (malice mizer) - 61.9%

2. ryonai (blam honey) - 38.1%

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★ runner ups ★

3. hide (x japan) - 60.6%

4. kaya (schwarz stein) - 39.4%

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round 5

5. arisu (missalina rei) - 48.3%

6. shinya (dir en grey) - 42.4%

7. emiru (lareine) - 41%

8. zin-francois angelique (madame edwarda) - 18.5%

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round 4

9. kazuki (raphael) - 47.6%

10. mana (malice mizer) - 47.1%

11. kami (malice mizer) - 47.5%

12. inoran (luna sea) - 47.5%

13. yu~ki (malice mizer) - 40.2%

14. izam (shazna) - 33.3%

15. kyouka (aliene ma'riage) - 25.6%

16. ken (l'arc en ciel) - 17.3%

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round 3

17. lucifer luscious violenoue (gille loves, fiction) - 47.5%

18. jyou (exist trace) - 47.5%

19. tara-chan (kilhi ice) - 47.2%

20. hakuei (penicillin) - 46.9%

21. bou (an cafe) - 45.5%

22. toshiya (dir en grey) - 43.2%

23. kamijo (lariene, versailles) - 40.8%

24. kazushi (rouage) - 38.9%

25. hizaki (jupiter, versailles) - 36%

26. ryutaro (plastic tree) - 31.7%

27. kon (la'mule) - 31.4%

28. hyde (l'arc en ciel) - 30.9%

29. ray (aliene ma'riage) - 28.6%

30. sena (jilkua) - 27.6%

31. yoshiki (x japan) - 17.6%

32. kaoru (dir en grey) - 15.9%

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round 2

33. mikoto (zigzag) - 48.2%

34. kyo (dir en grey) - 47.5%

35. mayu (lareine) - 47.5%

36. issay (der zibet) - 47.3%

37. ken morioka (soft ballet) - 46.7%

38. kiwamu (blood, gpkism) - 46.5%

39. isshi (kagrra) - 44.8%

40. die (dir en grey) - 44.6%

41. boogie (jiluka) - 42.6%

42. atsushi sakurai (buck-tick) - 42.4%

43. jasmine you (versailles) - 42.2%

44. sugizo (luna sea) - 41.7%

45. gackt (malice mizer) - 40.8%

46. ruki (the gazette) - 40.7%

47. wataru (liphlich) - 40.4%

48. kiyoharu (kuroyume) - 38.9%

49. klaha (malice mizer) - 36.8%

50. ayaha (dazzlingbad) - 35.8%

51. daisuke (kagerou) - 34%

52. ryoichi endo (soft ballet) - 33.3%

53. iT (dazzlingbad) - 31.3%

54. kazuma (merry go round) - 30.4%

55. gothique prince ken (gpkism) - 29.8%

56. kyuho (madmans esprit) - 28.9%

57. kei (eliphas levi) - 28.4%

58. hora (schwarz stein) - 27.5%

59. ryuichi (luna sea) - 25%

60. tetsu (malice mizer) - 24.1%

61. hiro (la'cryma christi) - 18.5%

62. yura (psycho le cemu) - 14.3%

63. aisaku (deviloof) - 10.5%

64. reita (the gazette) - 9.6%

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round 1

65. yukari (baiser) - 49.4%

66. full (guniw tools) - 49.4%

67. j (luna sea) - 47.6%

68. asagi (D) - 47.2%

69. aoi (the gazette) - 45.8%

70. kujou takemasa (kiryu) - 45.8%

71. dynamite tommy (color) - 44.4%

72. sakura (l'arc en ciel) - 44.3%

73. imai hisashi (buck-tick) - 44.2%

74. juka (moi dix mois) - 44.1%

75. miko (exist trace) - 44.1%

76. ai (gulu gulu) - 44%

77. yoshiatsu (dadaroma) - 43.8%

78. yagami toll (buck-tick) - 42.2%

79. yasu (janne da arc, acid black cherry) - 41.9%

80. teru (versailles) - 41.9%

81. uruha (the gazette) - 41.5%

82. hazuki (lynch) - 41.4%

83. chiaki (dezert) - 41.3%

84. juho (madmans esprit) - 40.7%

85. tsuzuku (mejibray) - 39.9%

86. maya (LM.C) - 39.6%

87. mia (mejibray) - 39.6%

88. lime (kizu) - 38.9%

89. aya (psycho le cemu) - 38.6%

90. miyavi (due le quartz) - 38.5%

91. jojo (the gallo) - 38.2%

92. takashi (dadaroma) - 38.1%

93. machi (lareine) - 37.7%

94. hidehiko hoshino (buck-tick) - 36.6%

95. kyonosuke (kizu) - 36.2%

96. taka (la'cryma christi) - 35.9%

97. tetsu (l'arc en ciel) - 35.7%

98. meto (mejibray) - 35.1%

99. t.m. revolution (luis-mary) - 34.4%

100. maria cross - 34.4%

101. kengo (noir fleurir) - 34.3%

102. dada (velvet eden) - 33.9%

103. morrie (dead end) - 33.3%

104. tsutomu ishizuki (fanatic crisis) - 31.9%

105. aki (laputa) - 30.9%

106. koichi (mejibray) - 30.1%

107. heath (x japan) - 29.5%

108. shou kiryuuin (golden bomber) - 29.5%

109. miko (exist trace) - 28.4%

110. yukihiro (l'arc en ciel) - 26.5%

111. mast (aliene ma'riage) - 25.5%

112. tatsuro (mucc) - 23.6%

113. aki (arlequin) - 22.3%

114. gisho (penicillin) - 21.4%

115. yutaka higuchi (buck-tick) - 21.4%

116. kyohei (das:vasser) - 21.1%

117. seek (psycho le cemu) - 21.1%

118. kirito (pierrot) - 18.9%

119. darvish kenji (golden bomber) - 18.8%

120. kisaki (phantasmagoria, mirage, la:sadies) - 18.6%

121. tsune-hito (D) - 16.1%

122. kai (the gazette) - 15.5%

123. mako (deadman) - 14.9%

124. yune (the gazette) - 14.1%

125. shun (deshabillez) - 13.9%

126. tusk (zi-kill) - 12.7%

127. chill (kane to juusei) - 12.3%

128. yohio (disreign) - 11.3%

#going 2 delete the polls later and just leave this up #sayonara you weeaboo shits

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us3rnam3-r3dact3d · 2 years

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Solaire Family Fashion

William

Professor core. He’s been through centuries of fashion changes and trends, but he’s always had an affinity for smart but comfortable clothes. He likes to look put together, but lost interest and wearing bland and boring clothes hundreds of years ago. Will also had an eye for durability. He’s going to need clothes for centuries to come. If a piece can last him a hundred years, he’ll choose that. Because of that, a lot of his clothes and silhouettes are classic and timeless. Masculine and simple. Will remembers a point in time where most people had one or two sets of clothes, and relishes the fact that he can have a suit for every day of the year.

Reds and deep, dark indigo blues were difficult to achieve with Elizabethan era dyes in Europe. Most of his closet is maroon or deep navy. It serves to make him look serious and dark, but it also makes him feel expensive and royal, because he is.

Tweed jackets and corduroy pants. Dark colored ties and pressed, white dress shirts. Brown oxfords, not black, and never, ever brogues. He thinks they’re tacky. Fun socks, but always in the color scheme of his outfit. Snug sweaters and a golden tie pin, fascened just above his heart. He wears a golden signet ring with one of the rubies in his mother’s collection that he’s held onto and maintained for five hundred years. It is invariably on his right pinky.

While some clan kings wear intricate regalia, escapilly to summits and multi-clan meetings, William believes in small details. All of his jewelry matches. Studded earrings, waxed and polished shoes, and a perfectly fitted maroon suit.

Alexis

Bold, bright, and powerful. Alexis wants everybody’s eyes to go directly to her when she walks into a room. She’s a subordinate, yes, but she believes in dressing for the job you want, not the job you have. If William won’t dress with the flare of the kings, then Alexis will.

Blood red and pitch black are the only acceptable colors. Her hair is either slicked back to nothing or so big it’s it’s own statement piece. Her makeup is strategic and bold. Statement brows. Graphic liner. Red lip stain so she always looks like she’s just fed.

Alexis used to have ruby earrings made from William’s collection, but after Will took Sam’s side after his turning, she relinquished them. She wears precious stone plugs in her 8 mm stretched ears. Onyx for protection in clan meetings. Bloodstone for strength and courage to multi-clan gatherings. Rose quartz to promote unconditional love when she knows she’ll see Sam.

Tight suit pants that hug her thighs and flare around her five inch heels. Fitted suit vests and jackets with nothing underneath. Complicated, overlaying necklaces that never tangle, no matter how she moves. Two inch long, stiletto nails in red or black only. Chunky platform boots that slam so hard on the ground you can hear her a room over. She wants you to know when she arrives. Skin tight latex dresses that leave nothing to the imagination. Black hats that wrap around her head like a halo. So many rings her fingers don’t touch.

She wears luxury like a child of new money. She wears it on her sleeve, on her chest, and makes sure that everybody who sees her knows exactly what she has, who she is. That bravado is all she has.

Vincent

Genderqueer prep with an eboy twist. Vincent didn’t have a lot of style when he was human. He wore ill fitting jeans and oversized shirts. Pretty much everything he had was a hand-me-down from his older brother. Nothing was ever his. When Will turned him, Vincent wore Will’s clothes for weeks. He couldn’t go back to his dorm and get his things, and he couldn’t bear to wash the blood and patch the holes in his Levi’s and his Johnny Quest t-shirt.

When he finally went out to buy his own clothes, he veered to the left. He’d been told that he was royalty, and he suddenly had more money at his disposal than his family had seen in a hundred generations. He wanted to look the part.

It started with suits. He bought day suits and tuxedos, fancy clothes in every color. Eventually, he got sick of asking Will to tie his bowties. He started finding more casual ways to wear his clothes.

Tight suit pants that accentuate his ass paired with vintage graphic tees and pressed flannels. Immaculate Chuck Taylor converse and Dr. Martens Jadon boots. Black and maroon dress shirts, unbuttoned to his abs. A delicate silver chain, cold without his body heat. A gray peacoat that he only wears in winter to wrap around Lovely’s shoulders when they forget their own. A single ruby stud he wears in his right ear (he gave the other to Lovely).

In recent years, Vincent’s been playing with more feminine accessories and lines. Chain belts, perfect black nail polish, and subtle, winged eyeliner. An Elsa Peretti snake necklace in sterling silver from Tiffany’s and an Hermés Kelly in noir. Higher waist pants and lower cut shirts, all that make his tall, slim form more striking.

He still scours vintage shops and Goodwills for shirts that remind him of his brother’s hand-me-downs.

Sam

What I like to call punk cowboy. Sam grew up in the south, obviously, and the utilitarian, outdoor-heavy style of that region plays heavily into his fashion sense. All of his clothes serve a purpose and last for decades. Sam will always choose utility of style, but he’s not opposed to looking good.

He owns one suit for special occasions. It’s a deep green, and he has a Solaire ruby tie pin. Will got it for him when time came for his first Monarch Summit. Sam sat through the fitting holding his breath the whole time. He feels unnatural in it, but it fits so perfectly that the only thing that looks awkward is his posture.

He’s the only one in the main Solaire family that wears mostly cool colors. He doesn’t like red. He thinks it's a bit cliche.

Blank tees and thick work flannels. Dark wash, straight legged blue jeans, mostly Levi’s. A matching denim jacket he’s had since high school with lovingly patched holes. Black work boots with a matching belt. Real leather only, which he maintains meticulously. Band t-shirts from underground shows he saw in his youth, thick sweaters and hoodies. Sam can never shake the feeling of being cold, so he layers heavily in the winter, although it never makes him any warmer. The man isn’t opposed to cargo pants. He likes pockets, accessible places to keep things. He’ll sneak away little keepsakes. Movie tickets, scraps of paper, restaurant napkins with notes scrawled in black ink.

Sam does not wear hats, no matter how many cowboy hats Darlin’ gifts him. He’ll wear a plain baseball cap if he’s caught in the sun, but nothing more.

He used to wear ruby stud earrings, the same ones that Alexis returned to Will less than politely, but not anymore. Each of his progeny wears one of them now.

#redacted asmr #my redacted content #redacted sam #redacted vincent #redacted william #redacted alexis #redacted solaire clan

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shysheeperz · 11 months

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#mashle #mashle magic and muscles #hajime komoto #mash burnedead #innocent zero #abel walker #abyss razor #margarette macaron #lévis quartz #levis quartz #carpaccio luo yang #mashle spoilers #mashle manga spoilers #mangacaps #caps

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filypadreams · 1 year

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[ Guardian Angel ]

(Obey Me Brothers x gn!reader) angst/fluff ] based on Nightbringer's initial synopsis.

A-Asmo-chan!? It's ok Asmo, it's gonna be ok, look at me sweetheart. H-hey now…crying isn't a good look on you, let me help.

I had been looking for Asmo since Michael's blast. We were right next to each other but the light was so strong I was scared I would go blind.

(Y/N)...? (Y/N)! My wings!! The left side hurts and, and… I think I smell iron? Is my wing ruined? Please fix it, fix my beautiful wings!

Silly goose, you shouldn't be worrying about at a time like this. What if your flight gets impaired? Turn around, will you? Let your local dashing doctor see them~!

Asmo had a broken wing. He still looked as beautiful as the day he was born. Even whilst sobbing.

*sniff* I-I know but it's important! Michael always called me the cutest of archangels. Not that it matters now…

《It never will but at least you'll always be beautiful even without my help.》

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Levi? Leviathan where are you?!!

Ah! Finally I found you! Where were you? You got Lucifer worried.

I hadn't meant to be a burden to them but I couldn't shake away my worry for Asmodeus. Besides, there were so many casualties.

That's my line, I've been looking for you since the blast! Are your eyes ok? It was really bright.

…To be honest it's all a little blurry. The only thing that differentiates you from all the white plumage around me are the jewels decorating your wings!

Levi…they are quartz. Clear quartz, how can you see them if everything looks as bright?

Is my Levia-chan hallucinating??

The only assurance I got that he didn't hear the shake in my voice was his goofy smile. Like me, Levi was trying to keep himself together. He was happy to see a familiar shape.

I brushed his bangs away, his eyes were unfocused but nothing too serious, I hoped.

Hahaha! Silly normie. Your wings always shone brighter than most! My eyes do hurt, can you fix them? I'm…afraid to be honest.

《Oh, Levi… you ain't alone. I'm also afraid. Afraid I couldn't help anymore.》

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(Y/N), stop for a moment, please! You've been flying around non-stop. Aren't you hungry? I managed to keep some Pão de Deus* stashed away.

…Beel where did you even stash it?? In your pants?!

Probably the only time I got a good laugh out of this war. The bread tasted great regardless of where he took it from. Beel was relatively fine even if he looked worse for wear.

I assure you it's not contaminated. I need to go back and look for Belphie before he gets himself… … Please be safe.

He didn't dare speak his thoughts less they became reality. Which it almost did. He was always so gentle. Too gentle.

Wait Beel, you have a huge gash on yoru chest- LET ME FIX IT!

《How pathetic could I be at this point. To still even try, to believe I wasn't forsaken!》

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MAMMON!! Come back here this second or I'll throw you down to Earth myself!

Oi! That's not funny at all (Y/N)! We could end up there ya know?! Stupid Belphie…

I admit, bad choice of words. I couldn't let that idiot roam around with a gash in his chest though!

You don't mean that…nor did I mean to sound callous. But you need to sit down this instant, a gold piece fell off and you are bleeding! Honestly, what were you thinking when you got those??

Got a problem with my war medals?! They represent my proud and precious achievements for your information.

They say to be proud of your scars for those are marks of bravery. Of life.

Those are also heavy and attached to your skin in an impractical and unwise way. Let me fix that gash for you then we can look for Lucifer together.

Hmph! If you insist. Take haste, I can't stay idle for too long!

Really though, thank you. I'm scared for once…

《It's tragic you couldn't see yourself equally as treasured as your hoard anymore. I wonder how many you'll have. How many scars once this conflict is over will mark your body, that I couldn't heal?! There's too much gold on you.》

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…

…..

Lu…Lucifer? Hold on I'm here to help!

Even if for a moment, Lucifer had fallen on his side. The first of many during that battle.

I never saw him as damaged as in that moment. I had to do something!

Get…away from me! It's not safe out here for guardian angels! Hasn't Raphael provided you with shelter or something like that?

My brothers, sisters and, and… e-everyone was dutifully safely guided, sir! You need to worry no more, I'm here to…

To help.

(Y/N)...thank you. But I'm afraid you are of more help alive than with dead weight. Don't make me drag you with us.

Every guardian angel under Raphael had been dispatched to safety to help the wounded. I was one of the strongest but still low in rank, especially compared to someone as prideful in their capabilities as "The Light Bearer" himself. Please sir, don't push me away this time. Let me.

What are you saying…? Lucifer what are you doing you baboon? Stop being so incoherent, you know this is not like you.

I think the blunt end of a spear hit your head pretty hard, let me fix that for you, sir! It's my duty to be here.

《To be a useless withering and trembling angel. How can I expect to clean all that blood if I couldn't even fix Asmo's wings?!》

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Where is she? My sister…where's my bubbly, kind, naive sister?!!!

He screamed into the void, voice hoarse. No one was in the right mindset to help him. It's a blessing…it's lucky we survived. Most of us.

Belphie don't force yourself to speak! You…it was a huge fall. It's a miracle we are not as mortally wounded as I expected, hehe… let me have a better look at your leg, it seems to be broken. I'm sure I can fix it-

SHUT UP! Who have you "fixed" since we started fighting?! You can't help anyone anymore, you couldn't "fix" any of us. You were useless, (Y/N)!!!

And you fell just like that, like…like an incompetent!

Belphegor, please don't say that, I tried…I'm sure I can… I can still…

I let my tears spill after holding them in for so long. He was right, I had long lost my powers or at least I was forbidden to help them.

There's nothing I can do.

If you could fix this you could help Lilith. Where is she? Please tell me she's going to be ok, (Y/N). Can you do that?

He sounded desperate. I myself wasn't sure of what Lucifer was doing but I didn't have it in me to tell the truth.

Beelzebub saved you. Lilith was mortally wounded. If she's not gone yet then she's about to die.

Belphie would be none the wiser by looking me in the face, as I would find out.

… …

Yes. She's- There's someone much stronger than me. Lucifer is talking to him right now. I'm not sure what will be of dear Lilith but it's hard to deny that thanks to him, everyone will be fine.

Better tha-

Thank you. I apologize, you never disappoint. I should know.

I can't see anything, could you take me to Beel? He doesn't feel quite right.

Of course. I'm so lucky to be blessed like this even down here, uh? Your local doctor will fix all your troubles!

《Better than with someone as useless as me, who left you blind.

Who even Raphael* has forsaken》

_____[ House of Lamentations]_____

[ Some unknown time in the future]

Fix them. Fix them, fix them, FIX THEM (Y/N)!

In the silent living room your form shakes on the sofa. You fell asleep again.

" Oh? Mammon, call Lucifer!! I think (Y/N) is having a nightmare again! "

Asmo shrieked in panic at his older brother. He had stayed to look after you. You were such a cutie in dreamland!

" Another one?? On it!

Oi, Lucifeeer!"

Mammon's voice is carried through the halls, echoing his worries. Meanwhile Asmo tries to find a comfortable place to sit close to you and pets your head.

" What are you dreaming of this time, angel?"

" Fix…"

Asmo inclines his head curious. Fix? Mammon's garage?

" Fix them. You can't… useless… why?"

Why are you also alive? Why were you able to walk, why did you keep wings stronger than Asmo's to fly?! Why do you still exist-

You feel a pair of hands on your shoulders, shaking you awake.

Your eyes unfocused on orange eyes and hair that today is brown, some other days is pink and in-between.

" Angel?! Wake up beautiful you shouldn't be in dreamland right now. It's not yours to live in."

" Asmo? Your wings, where are they? Oh, look at your face, you'll get wrinkles if you look at me like that. Don't be sad!"

Asmo blinks at you, worried. You lift a hand to his to caress his cheek.

He manages to force out one of his signature giggles.

" Silly goose~ Did you forget? This is how I look when I want to rest my wings! No need to use them indoors. Hehe."

" Rest… oh, I fell asleep again in the sofa. So… Levi and Belphie…?"

" Their eyes never worked better. Well, bright lights are not as easy to take in anymore but we are healthy. Thanks for always guiding us, angel~"

You are silent for a long moment, looking who knows where while Asmo puts a hand on your forehead. You weren't sick at least.

" Did Beel eat yet? That scar-"

" Yet?! (Y/N), he's always eating! Hahaha, I'm so jealous of his metabolism~

What scar? He hasn't gotten hurt since the last time Dia sent us to scout the lower levels. I tell you, I might be 5th but those restless incubi have sharp nails and temper!"

He jokes. That's all he has ever done whenever you wake up from a memory. It's all he knows to do whenever you have such a vivid nightmare.

" I admit that Mammon looks as dashing as ever, although I have better taste of course. He went to go fetch Lucifer."

Oh, oh. He started sweating once he said that name. Your bulging eyes didn't help.

" No, wait. What I meant- (Y/N) it's fine, Lucifer would be in a worse mood if he wasn't there to comfort you!"

You grab his arms, quite painfully, begging him with your eyes to not tell Lucifer.

The guilt in them makes Asmo tremble.

Luckily someone unexpected was reading close by.

You were never as close to Satan as you were with the other brothers for obvious reasons. Yet he never minded your presence.

If anything you were a great reading buddy. Not too loud, not completely silent and a great listener.

He didn't need to know the details to help you whenever Asmo talked too much.

" Even I would panic at hearing that name. Did he find out about one of my pranks? Truly scary."

He says condescendingly (at Asmo) but also with a lilt of humorous sarcasm. He aproaches you, ignoring Asmo's tantrum and shows you the new book he picked up.

" Sorry Satan, I didn't mean to disturb your reading time!"

" Any time is reading time (Y/N), don't sweat about that. Have you heard the tale of King Midas? I think that Solomon had a hand in it if this book is to be believed…"

Any shady business done by the shady wizard is worth your immediate notice.

Fifteen minutes of gossiping about Solomon and what he might or might not have done pass before Lucifer pushes the doors open, the poor things weren't a match to his strength as they hit the walls so loud everyone except for Satan jumped on their sits.

" Lucifer! (Y/N) had another nightmare and I might have said too much-"

" Calm down Asmo, you are fine. Everything 's fine.

It's late, you better get your beauty sleep. I'll take it from here."

Asmo nods fervently, ruffling your hair as he gets up. You giggle at the gesture, Satan pats your leg before he also takes his leave.

" Do I also have to go? Doesn't The Great Mammon, deserve to help our miracle worker~?"

Mammon jokes. Lucifer doesn't take it kindly if his glare is anything to go by.

" I trust we both know why it's best if you go to bed too."

" Fine, sorry… welp, see you tomorrow (Y/N). We are still having that shopping trip, daddy needs some new specs~"

" Daddy doesn't look good on you Mammon. RIP your future significant other."

With a grumble he stomps away.

" Don't forget you still have a huge debt to Lord Diavolo!! I swear if he breaks another statue…"

Lucifer rubs the bridge of his nose before helping you sit up.

" Don't you prefer to go back to your room? Or talk in the study?"

" … Can we… talk in yours?"

Lucifer is caught off guard by your proposition but relents.

He clears any other doubts you might have about the state of the family while you walk down the corridors to his room.

" Belphie is still grieving, I don't think that will ever be fully healed. Levi is faring well, he sees her in Henry…both of them."

You laugh, the memory of the giant serpent who now inhabits the catacombs coming to mind.

" Satan couldn't be happier to have a friend who isn't as closely related to us or the war. Take it as you will, I guess."

" And you…sir?"

Lucifer pauses for a moment, solely the sound of his footsteps is heard.

You arrive at his lascivious bedroom and he locks the door behind.

" I enjoy my privacy so forgive me for locking you in."

You shake your head, shrugging your shoulders in indifference. At any other time it would feel quite intimate, possibly.

" I'm doing well as you can see."

" I'm worried about what I cannot see."

Once again Lucifer's eyes widen but he let's you speak.

" There's Satan, your new job, position…workload."

" I told you to stop worrying about my work ethic. I sleep enough."

… …

" Enough to take care of my family."

You smile, a little smug perhaps.

" You couldn't have done anything. Not because your blessings were stripped from you, at least some of them."

He adds remembering your state after the fall. You were for the most part healthy save for ripped bloody feathers, a bent arm and a bruised face.

" Simply, I wouldn't let you. I ripped them out of my sheer will, wings I didn't need anymore. You shouldn't be in the middle of a rebellion you aren't part of. You would have been happy with the others. No need for nightmares."

You fidget in place.

" You can't be so sure. I couldn't bear to see everyone I cared for hurt. Yet I was powerless for once. If not for the prince…

Is it my fault…?

Are you a slave of another because of me?!!"

Lucifer grabs a hold of your shoulders as you scratch as your scalp with both of your hands, helding your head in place.

He guides you to his bed, leaving to start a fire in the fireplace and returning with a handkerchief in hand to clear your tear stains.

" I'm no one's slave, (Y/N). You haven't stripped me of my most valued aspect. It's simply a different job in a different world under a different ruler. I take pride in my achievements here and my prowess the same way.

Stop blaming yourself. No one holds resentment towards you and no one wishes to go back, if we are to be quite honest.

The nice days are gone so we can have new days."

He holds both your hands.

" I told you I would drag you with me if you kept pushing your luck. You made the choice to be at our side. We are happy to have you."

He cleans the snot like one would do to a toddler, his thumb making circular motions on your hands still clasped in his gloved one.

" I can't make them stop Lucifer. The nightmares, Asmo's face- every time! I want them to stop. I don't want to disappoint anyone ever again… sometimes I wish I could disappear so this wouldn't happen again and again and again!"

Lucifer hugs you against his chest, taking deep breaths waiting for you to follow along.

" I'm only good at making people sad now."

" I know this won't help. It never goes away. But a reminder, (Y/N), that it was never your job to fix the already broken. Those who deny help won't get help and you never let anyone down. Even Belphie has a soft spot for you.

For we remember you as our guardian angel who still fusses over Levi's addiction to technology because he might hurt his eyes.

Who worries that Beel's stomach might burst someday, the one person who relents to having a self-care day with Asmo even when it's mostly him who gets the self-care.

The angel who takes responsibility for half of Mammon's debts, don't think I haven't noticed.

What you couldn't do back then, you do now.

Thank you for your sacrifice."

You burst into tears, hiding your face on his chest.

" I'm sorry…I'm so sorry, sir! But everyone is taking care of me when they should move on…I'm tired of being kept behind by my own mind!"

Lucifer ponders for a moment, checking your scalp for signs of self-inflicted injuries.

"Hmm. I also have my fair share of nightmares.

How about we help each other? Do you want to stay the night?

Like back in the day."

You nod your head. Lucifer lays you down, covering you under the sheets.

Before changing himself into anything comfortable he adds:

"Also, stop addressing me as sir."

" Sorry. Force of habit."

You say eyes looking as the flames dance beautifully. Back then seeing everyone naked as a baby wasn't as embarrassing as it is now. You sometimes wonder how much you, yourself changed.

Something brown and fluffy is put on your line of sight, moving up and down like a cartoon character.

" I couldn't find one like Mrs. White Feathers, the Dove. So I hope you like Cerberus Jr. as much."

You smile picking the three headed plushie.

" Thank you…Lucifer. I still miss Mrs. White Feathers."

Lucifer nods, thinking of mentioning it the next time he speaks with Michael. Or perhaps Raphael could retrieve it for him.

" Sweet dreams, angel."

___________ Notes! __________

*Pão de Deus > a portuguese crunchy and sweet bread usually topped with grated coconut. It's one of the delicacies baked by nuns back in the day where they would take offerings like eggs to help bake sweets for religious festivities or for themselves to have something different to eat (some nuns were previously noble women).

**Raphael > an archangel cited to be the patron saint of healing the sick and ill and the angel of all healthcare workers. The staff that he carried can be a nod to the caduceus, Hermes' own staff and symbol of health.

#obey me #om! nightbringer #fanfic #obey me brothers x reader #platonic #romantic #can be read as both #angst #fluff #mentions of war #mentions of injury #shikibutterfly

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