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rukkiya · 10 months

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say my name

༻(mammon x reader)༺

‧꒰ა what kind of joke was this? why were you looking at him that way? why couldn’t you remember his name? ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

There wasn’t a second Mammon wasn't seen without you. He was practically glued to your hip, you didn’t mind it one bit though.

Throughout your stay, Mammon’s attitude towards you had switched over time. You two grew closer than you thought you would. You’ve never been so vulnerable or so trusting with someone until you met him.

Before he would whine and groan about having to be your “babysitter” but he’s come to terms with it himself, he wouldn’t want anyone else but him to be the one to protect you during your stay.

Of course, you spent time with the other brothers too. You enjoyed being with them all together especially but they always complain about how Mammon steals you all for himself and you only ever spend time with him. He can’t help it; he's the embodiment of greed after all.

Mammon just shrugs at the accusations, flashing his million dollar smile every time he drags you away.

Today was like any other. Mammon was waiting for you outside of your now empty class to walk home, though you two weren't the last one there.

A witch Mammon had met a while back before you had arrived has been keeping an eye or you two, specifically you since you arrived. She had been livid ever since you’ve come down here. A whole year has passed and he still can’t seem to get enough of you, she was sick of it.

All his attention was solely on you, she couldn’t stand it one bit. He looks at you the way she looks at him.

He never made any moves other than just spending time with her but he was everything she ever wanted. She tried to win him over but you came into the picture and he can’t seem to look anywhere else but you.

She wants you out of the picture.

“Oi, hurry ya tiny legs up human, the great Mammon has things to do, places to be.” Mammon slides open your empty classroom door, waiting for you to step out into the hallway first.

“I'm going, I'm going, no need to rush. I promise we'll get home and watch the movie in time ok?” You laugh at him, seeing him with his hand on his hip, foot tapping impatiently. So dramatic.

“Ya know you’re lucky I’m here otherwise your little human self would be lost, but you have me to keep ya in check.” Mammon feels the corner of his lips turn upwards as your laughter gets louder at his remark.

Though his smile falls flat instantly when he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand, making him shoot up from the doorframe standing tall turning to look for the source of where he feels it coming from.

Bloodlust.

He feels pure bloodlust.

He feels someone watching you both but he can’t pinpoint where. This only makes him more nervous. He isn't one to be scared too easily by others but the feeling in his chest told him to get you and leave as soon as possible.

“Mon? Hey are you alright?” you ask, fixing your bag on your shoulder, taking a step closer to him. You lift your hand to poke his cheek but he takes hold of your hand before you even make contact with his skin.

“Ya done? Come on, let's go.” he quickly says, grabbing your hand, dragging you with him before you can even reply.

“Is everything alright? Are you ok? You seem a bit off.” You ask, worried by his sudden change in demeanor, from where you walk a couple feet behind him you can see the uncomfortable clench of his jaw. He seems bothered.

He doesn't reply, he can't. He doesn't want whoever was watching the two of you to sense his worry, he cant put you in danger. If they want to do something they'd have to go to him and him alone.

You don't ask anymore questions, sensing he was uneasy made you feel uneasy. He never is like this around you, let alone unresponsive.

Once you both make it outside the school by the entrance he slows down, looking behind him to see if he can spot the person who was there. The feeling he felt was much less intense but he still felt it nonetheless less.

“Mammo-“

“Don’t worry ya pretty head about it, everything's all good ok? I just wanted to get out of there. Stop ya silly question game. Ya don’t need to worry so much alright? Come on, let’s go home now.” He assures, flashing you a smile hoping you buy it. Giving your hand a small squeeze, he’s been holding onto it since he felt the intense feeling, he can’t seem to let you go just yet, not until he can’t feel it anymore.

He can’t tell you what he feels, the feeling of something bad about to happen any second. He doesn’t want to scare you.

“As long as you’re ok then alright. But if anything is bothering you, you know you can tell me right?” You nod, giving his hand a small squeeze back.

“The great Mammon doesn't have problems, nothing bothers me. Don't worry about me so much, you know you're the here human right? I’m the second strongest demon!” He huffs, turning away feeling his face heat up at your concern. Why’d you have to care for him so much? Be so attentive and kind, to make things worse you look so freaking cute everytime too! The poor demon can’t handle this!

He starts walking again, pulling you along with him, not letting go until you both arrive at the House of Lamentation.

“Y/n do you want to grab some food with Belphie and I? It won’t take long we just-“

“Oi, we have plans for later, find someone else to go with.” Mammon sighs, stepping in front of you and into Beel’s view.

“But they said they will next time we go out, you have them all the time.” Beel looks behind Mammon and at you, look of disappointment on his features.

“Mammon we still have a few hours until the movie airs on TV, we’ll be back before. How about I grab you your favorite ramen before so we can have some snacks for the movie hm?” You ask, only to feel mammon pull you to him a bit more.

“Ya promised.” He turns to you, small pout playing on his pretty lips.

“Yes I did, and I’ll be back. I promised Beel and Belphie too. I won’t be out long ok?” You laugh, lifting your arm giving his cheek a small squeeze hearing him let out a dramatic sigh.

“Ya can’t miss the movie ok?” He asks, bringing his free hand up holding his pinky out. “Promise me you’ll be back.” He asks, you only smile at him and lock your pinky around his.

“Promise.” You whisper, seeing his lips tug down.

“Please be careful out there.” He leans down, head resting on your shoulder. He feels uneasy again, he just got away from that weird source of energy he was feeling a while ago and now you were going out? Without him to keep an eye on you at that.

the horrible feeling of something bad happening creeps up on him.

“Is he throwing a tantrum?” Belphie speaks up from behind beel, annoyed look etched on his features as he glares at Mammon.

“Mammon you steal y/n from us all the time, let them spend time with us now. You’ve taken away our scheduled nap time the other day, let them spend time with us too.” He rolls his eyes, making Mammon click his tongue.

You feel the weight of Mammon’s head lift from your shoulder, the look in his eyes is different from just a few seconds ago.

“Oi listen you two, ya better keep an eye on them alright? Keep them close and bring them back safely.” He turns to them, look of worry in his eyes as he speaks with the most serious tone you’ve heard from him.

“We know, we will.” Beel nods his head, surprised by the second borns change in attitude

“Alright, understood. No need to give us the Lucifer lecture now.” Belphie moves toward you, looping his arm around your free hand pulling you towards the door with him.

“I ain’t messin’ around, I'm serious.” Mammon glares at the youngest, making Belphie roll his eyes again.

“I said ok. They’ll be safe with us. Now let's go.” He pulls you again, Beel makes his way to the door and opens it for you both to exit first.

“I’ll be back, we’ll both watch the movie and I’m yours for the rest of the night ok?” You assure him, you only feel him give your hand one last squeeze before Belphie practically rips you from Mammon's grip.

He can’t hold you back from spending time with the other brothers though he wishes you’d just stay with him, the uneasy feeling made him all the more protective, he can’t help it.

The evening with Beel and Belphie went well. You all ate at Beel’s favorite restaurant and caught up, everything was fine until Belphie shot up from your shoulder while he was taking a nap. His eyes were blown wide and he immediately started checking your surroundings, but nothing was out of the ordinary. The restaurant was somewhat empty, only a random woman sitting a few tables down facing your way and an old couple in the table across from you.

You had asked what it was and when he calmed down, seeing nothing was really wrong and he brushed it off as possibly being a nightmare. Though he knows full well why he got so on edge, his senses were heightened and he felt danger was near though looking around no danger was there.

He was still wary the rest of the time and couldn't find it in himself to sleep again so the remainder of Beel finishing up he kept his eyes open, looking around just in case.

You all ended up leaving shortly after but not before stopping to get some snacks you promised Mammon.

“I'll be out in a second, do you guys want anything?” you ask, reaching onto your bag and turning to look at Beel.

“Chips and chocolate please.” Beel smiles at you and you smile back, nodding your head.

“Alright i'll get you those two things Beel, Belphie how about you?” you turn to Belphie who was falling asleep while leaning on your shoulder, eyes fighting to stay open.

“No thanks, I just want to get some sleep.” He hums, nuzzling close to you.

“We’ll head home right now, Im quickly going to run in and grab a couple snacks for Mammon and Beel.” You give his arm a small squeeze and Beel steps around you , grabbing Belphie and leaning him on his shoulder.

“You don't want us to go in with you?” Beel calls out before you reach the sliding doors, feeling a strange sensation. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand, he felt nervous for no reason.

“Belphie is sleepy, I don't want to make him walk anymore, but thank you, i'll be out right now.” You assure beel, sending him a smile and a nod of your head before turning and walking into the store.

You step into the empty convenience store, waving at the old lady who runs the joint who sees you come in with Mammon most of the time.

You make your way to the snack aisle and stop in front of the chips, picking out Beel’s and looking at the other options for Mammon, that is until you hear some ruckus come from the aisle next to you.

The sound of someone falling caught your attention, making you walk away from the aisle, Beel’s bag of chips still in your hands as you peek out the side to see what happened next to you.

In the middle of the aisle you see a young woman who doesn’t seem like a demon , she was probably a witch. She was on the floor, different things from the shelf surrounding her as she struggled to get back up. She looks somewhat familiar. Like the woman who was eating at the same restaurant you were previously at.

“Are you alright? Do you need a hand ma’am?” You ask, taking a step into the aisle, your legs walking up to her immediately to check if she was ok.

“Ah dear, thank you. I’m so clumsy I can’t seem to catch myself before I trip sometimes.” She smiles up at you and you smile back, reaching your hand out to help her up.

“Don’t worry, I’m the same. I can’t seem to do anything without accidentally hurting myself in some stupid way.” You laugh as she stands on her feet.

Beel checks his phone, he looks around the dark street and clicks his phone off. He feels uneasy, he feels the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. It’s only been two minutes since you’ve walked in. He knows you’ll be out but he can’t spot you in there through the big glass windows from where he’s standing.

“Thank you for helping me up, you didn’t have to. Most demons here will walk away or don’t even bother.” She gives a small pout, leaning down to pick up some of the things she dropped.

“Oh no need to thank me it’s the least I can do, you’re not hurt are you?” You ask, leaning down helping her clean up around her.

“Nono, I’m not but I think my fall might’ve cracked my homemade cookies I just made.” She frowns, looking in her hand bag, taking out a small package of beautifully wrapped cookies that were somewhat broken.

“Oh no! Sorry you broke them, but hey at least you can still eat them!” You try to cheer her up, making her laugh.

“You’re right, I have many bags in here they’re still edible. Would you like one, sorry it’s broken though.” She hands you one, her frown long gone as she was smiling brightly at you, holding the cookies up to your face.

“Uhm it’s ok I-“

“It’s the least I can do! you’ve so kindly helped me up, I just baked them, they're good!” She assures, taking hold of your hand and gently putting the small bag of cookies onto your palm.

“Ah, are you sure?” You ask, feeling bad for taking her cookie’s. But also unsure because if you’ve learned anything from the human world ist to not trust anything anyone gives you, especially if it’s upon first meeting.

“Please, take them, they'll only go to waste, I’ll probably end up giving the rest to my family or eating them for myself now.” She waves you off.

“Foolish human, so trusting and gullible.” The witch thinks as she smiles at you when you nod your head, agreeing to take the cookies.

“Try one, tell me how they taste.” She urges, making you still for a second. You weren’t sure if you should, she was being a little bit too persistent.

“Come on, they won’t bite. They’re chocolate chip cookies. I’m practicing my baking skills. You see, I want to be a baker and open my own shop. I need people to tell me how my treats are or else they won’t sell right.” She asks, somehow making you agree with her because yeah, it makes sense. Right?

“Alright! I’ll be your first customer.” You nod your head and see her smile grow wider.

“You’ll regret ever coming down here, fool, he’ll be mine. He’ll be mine again for sure I know it.” The witch can’t help her smile from widening, she knew humans were trusting but gosh, you were too trusting, you were dumb, this will be your demise.

You reach into the bag and pause, seeing her look so happy made you feel somewhat assured. She just wanted someone to try them, no harm. Right?

The feeling Beel had was getting worse. It was so bad Belphie started to feel it too.

“Beel, where’s y/n? Why is she taking so long? I don’t like this feeling.” Beel feels a tug on his arm and sees Belphie wide awake, eyes blown wide just like earlier.

You reach into the bag, fingertips brushing against the cookie as you grab one of the small pieces that had broken off.

You bring it out of the bag and the aroma of chocolate fills your senses, you're such a sucker for chocolate it’s not even funny.

You bring the piece to your lips and take a bite of the small piece in your hold. The cookie was crispy and soft, the chocolate was sweet and it balanced out just perfectly.

“Mmmn, this is really good.” You smile at her, giving her a thumbs up of approval making her chuckle.

“I’m glad you like them! Please eat the rest too, that'll make me so happy!” She clasps her hands together, happinesses filling her being. Her dark wretched soul was happy, this will surely work. She will have mammon back to herself one again.

You nod your head, wrapping the cookies and placing them into your bag before you hear the store doors open with the small bells over the doors chiming.

“Y/n?!” You hear Belphie call you.

“Y/n where are you at-“

“What happened?? Why were you taking so long?” Beel asks, his long legs walking down the aisle when he spots your head from the one over.

“Ah sorry, I was just helping this woman she had fallen and….” You explain, turning around to the woman who gave you the cookie only to see zero trace of her ever being here.

Belphie scopes the rest of the store, looking down each aisle to find the source of dark energy.

Beel takes another step up to you and leans down a bit.

“What woman?” He asks.

“I think she left when you both came in then, she just fell, I helped her up and you both came in that’s all.” You recall.

He eyes you for a second before turning and looking back at Belphie.

“Did you see anyone when we came inside?” Beel asks, Belphie only nods his head no.

“Who were you talking to? Did you get what you came for?” Belphie steps up to you now, his eyes were wider than his usual sleepy hooded eyes. He was wide awake.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to take so long, I just helped a lady, and yes. I got the snacks. Let me just go pay real quick!” You assure them before walking past the two to pay for what you got.

“Sorry I kept you two waiting, let’s go home.” You turn to them, sending them your signature closed eye smile and they feel somewhat relieved, you didn’t seem hurt or anything. You were still your normal self.

“By the way, are you guys alright? You seemed pretty anxious when you came in to get me back there.” You ask, looking at Beel then Belphie who only shudder at the feeling they felt earlier.

They felt strong dark energy radiating from inside the store, it got really bad for a few seconds until they couldn't stand it anymore, that's when they walked in. But everything seemed fine in there, you were ok. That’s all that mattered to them.

“We just got worried, you took a bit longer than we expected.” Belphie sighs, walking slower to match your pace.

“Now I’m extra sleepy thank you.” He yawns, making you laugh.

“We’re here, you can get rest, sorry about that, I didn’t mean to worry you both.” You apologize again to the twins, they seemed very shaken up back there. You’ve never seen them both so worried, so on edge.

Beel unlocks the door, mentioning for Belphie’s and you to walk in first.

“Ah before I go to bed, here Beel. You must be hungry now, I made you wait too long.” You hand him the bag of chips you grabbed earlier and see Beel’s eyes brighten up.

“Thank you y/n I forgot you got me these I’m hungry no-“

“Oi!” A loud voice cuts through, stomping from the staircase is heard making the three of you turn around.

“You both kept em’ out for too long, the movie is about to start right now!” Beel and Belphie hear Mammon already nag, making them both sigh.

You stare at the two in confusion.

“Movie starts in five human, get ya little legs movin up to my room.” Mammon makes it to the bottom of the steps, glaring at the two youngest.

“Oi human.” Mammon calls again, reaching down to grab your hand to get your attention.

You haven’t even looked at him.

You feel a hand come in contact with yours and you immediately pull away, looking at the strange man who tried to grab you in confusion.

“Oi, what’s wrong? Are ya hurt?” Mammon asks, slight ping in his chest when you pull away.

Belphie and Beel look at you confused, why did you move away from him?

“No, uhm I’m not….” You say, confused at the white haired man’s actions.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” You ask, brows furrowing together the longer you stare at him.

Mammon's smile drops in seconds, his hands still, he can’t find it in himself to blink because what?

“What? Are ya jokin with me human? If ya are, this ain't funny.” He asks, feeling his stomach sink.

You were giving him a strange look.

The same one you wore when you first arrived down here.

Beel looks at Mammon, then at you, then at Belphie who looks just as confused as Mammon.

“Joking? Ah, nono uhh sorry I don't really remember you. Have we met before?” you ask, trying to think back to where you could have possibly met the strange white haired man with beautiful golden eyes with blue undertones.

Nothing, no recollection of ever meeting him comes up. He's handsome, you're more than sure if you had met him before you'd remember his face.

“Oi what are ya guys doing? Belphie, is this your idea of a funny prank huh?” Mammon grits, walking away from you and up to the youngest, grabbing him by his collar.

“Mammon calm down it isn't one of Belphie’s pranks.'' Beel steps closer to them, not wanting to see them fight.

Belphie stills in Mammon’s hold. Looking up at his older brother with wide eyes because he himself doesn't know what's going on.

“This isn't something I'd tell them to do, Mammon, I swear.'' Belphie whispers, eyes wide because he is not getting why you're acting strange all of a sudden either.

Mammon wants to laugh, you are all playing along so well, especially you. But he wants this to stop. It isn't funny anymore.

“Come on guys, please.” Mammon lets out a breath, letting go of Belphie and looking back at you.

You only look at Beel and Belphie just as confused as them.

“I'm sorry, Beel Belphie, what's going on? I don't get it? Why does he think this is a prank?” You ask, the twins and the strange man look even more worried now, the white haired man's face went blank once again.

“Y/n, what's wrong? Are ya feeling sick? Did somethin’ happen?” Mammon calls you by your name, making you all the more confused now.

“How does he know my name?” You think.

He takes a step closer, pleading look in his eyes as he stops in front of you.

“Y/n what's wrong? Why're you acting strange?” Belphie cuts in, he was getting more uneasy the more you kept this up.

“I'm fine, why do you guys keep asking me that?” You sigh, they were the ones acting strange. How did Beel and Belphie know this strange man? Why was he in the house?

Mammon slowly lifts his hand near you, looking you in the eyes, stooping before his hand makes contact with your forehead. “Can I make sure ya dont have a fever?” He asks, cautions of his movements now. When you moved away earlier it made his heart sink. He doesn't want to see that look on your face again. He feels something horrible.

He knows you wouldn’t pull a stunt like this on him. You would never dream of it. You would always scold the brothers everytime they would do something similar or bring him down, this isn't like you at all.

You nod your head yes, feeling him gently brush your hair away, his warm palm laying on your forehead.

“Y/n, I want you to do somethin’ for me, please?” Mammon feels his voice waver a bit, your temperature was more than normal, you didn't feel too hot or anything that indicates you were sick. But he felt something was more worse than it looked, he shouldn't have let you leave.

“Can you say my name?” Mammon’s voice comes out so soft, the concern etched on his features makes you feel so bad.

The white haired man seems so worried about you, but you can't understand why.

“I-Im sorry, I don’t know you. I don't know your name.” Your voice comes out just as low as his.

A sudden sharp pain in your chest crawls its way up when you see the man in front of you stare at you with glossy eyes, look of defeat when he brings his other hand up to his hair frantically. It felt as if the pain he was feeling was rubbing off on you. “I'm sorry.” You repeat, seeing his head drop.

Everything else seems in place, the house, the brothers. Today all you can recall was walking home from school with the twins, then grabbing something to eat. The only thing out of the ordinary was the white haired man who stood in front of you. His reaction made your heart ache, he seemed to be in so much pain. It makes you want to comfort him, you feel so bad, so bad for not remembering the one who fell in love with you, the one who you’ve been in love with since you’ve first met.

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authors note: hello loves!! ⸜(˙꒳˙ ) bagel is back with another obey me fic wooooo!!◝(⁰▿⁰)◜this one is dedicated to my sweetest boi mammon, I swear to freaking gosh I’ve been thinking about him so much lately I needed to write for him LOLOL, BUT!! this fic was so much fun to write (yes it’s an angst-open ending AGSISN SORRYSHSHSH two in a row back to back I know I’m a monster) but I’m so excited to share this one with y’all!! this is for my obey me enjoyers mwah mwah I do hope you all enjoy!! reminder to stay safe, drink plenty of water and take care!!^~^<3 (also!! this isn’t proof read so I do apologize for any errors or mistakes!)

#obey me #obey me x reader #oneshot #obey me angst #angst #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me mammon x reader #mammon angst #memory loss fic #mammon x y/n #mammon avatar of greed #obey me belphie #obey me oneshot #obey me Beel

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scarletslippers · 4 months

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Nace Countdown to Christmas - Day 22

(From this post of relationship milestone prompts)

On AO3

getting married

“I know we asked Bess to try to keep her speech neutral, but I’m so glad she didn’t listen. It was too funny to watch everyone’s faces.” Nancy wanders around the room, laying her bouquet on the table, and carefully draping her veil on the chair.

Ace, meanwhile, is stuck at the doorway, watching her. He can’t stop looking at her. She’s always magnificent but today she’s radiant. Today she’s his. Forever.

Sitting down, Nancy laughs. “Lily was trying to look polite, but you know Connor has no filter and his face when Bess brought up that case from July was so funny.”

Without taking his eyes off of her, Ace reaches over to grab the polaroid camera from the side table by the entrance. She looks beautiful.

“But they did look really sweet when they were dancing. And the bouquet toss was worth it just for Darlene’s reaction when she caught it.”

Nancy leans down to loosen the straps on her shoes, her curls in a curtain over one shoulder, lit with lamplight. He wants to remember this moment.

“Ryan said he would make sure they saved us the leftover cake. I know I complain about the Hudson connections, but I have no complaints about the private chefs and bakers he hired. I don’t think I’ll eat a more delicious meal in all my life.”

He lifts the camera to his eye and centers her in the frame, snapping the photo.

She looks up with a grin. “What are you doing?”

“Taking a picture of my wife.”

#nace #nace fanfiction #nancy drew cw #cw nancy drew #nace countdown to christmas 2023 #my fic #nancy and ace #oh I'm emotional about this one #the little polaroid moment from memory loss fic finally getting written? DON'T MIND IF I DO #memory loss fic

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riddikuluspuff · 8 months

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one shot: farewell, my love

♢ farewell, my love

relationship: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

rating: teenage and up

synopsis: Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor had been rushed out of Kensington Palace in the late afternoon and pushed onto his private plane with urgency. His equerry, Shaan Srivastava, not disclosing anything except that they were travelling to Washington earlier than they had originally arranged. Alex Claremont-Diaz and Henry had been officially out in the public eye as a couple for a couple of months and it was just a little longer that Alex's mother had been re-elected into office. Since Ellen Claremont's re-election, there had been a group of extremists that hadn't agreed with her being in office once more, doing anything to destroy what Ellen and her political team had changed about America. This resulted in targeting her only son, Alexander.

word count: 1k

! ON AO3 !

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dacullum-writes · 8 months

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Chapter 19 of my fic, Strangers Again, is out today.

“I thought, at the time, that my,” Aziraphale seemed to choke briefly on the word, and he swallowed as though forcing down bile, “that the kiss—and whatever else it became—would be a means to an end. But it was…misguided. I see that now. If anything, it seemed to h-have the opposite effect…one of driving him away.” He hummed thoughtfully, shifting his feet. When he spoke next, his voice was melancholy. “I suppose, in the eyes of this committee, our acquaintance could be interpreted as a misappropriation of resources. But I had my orders.”

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #go fic #fanfic #memory loss fic #ineffable husbands #dacullum-writes

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twenty-orange-balloons · 4 months

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Uuuh tell me about Memory loss? 👀👀

Memory Loss! That is a good one ☺️

Okay, so I had this idea where Wei Ying either gets cursed or accidentally triggers a talisman or array and it causes him to forget things as soon as he closes his eyes, which he is forced to do because of a sharp pain that appears behind his eyes if he doesn't.

He's a single father of A-Yuan and the story starts off immediately showing A-Yuan waiting by the window for Lan Wangji, who he called in distress after finding his father in his office going through what looks like papers on talisman and arrays or curses, asking, when he notices A-Yuan in the room, why A-Yuan wasn't at school and then repeating the question after he blinks and his eyes seem to glaze over, as if he completely forgot the conversation. (Yes him looking at those papers is a subtle foreshadowing that he realized what was happening to him early but he wasn't able to stop it's quick progression in time)

Lan Wangji shows up and notices instantly what A-Yuan had told him was frighteningly true when Wei Ying greets him cheerfully before squeezing his eyes shut in apparent pain. When he opens his eyes again, he looks around the room before his expression lights up and he greets Lan Wangji cheerfully once again, as if he just noticed him.

Lan Wangji is horrified and filled with worry.

That's as far as I got but I hope it will get completed someday (maybe 😂) I think the idea is interesting but the words are evading me :(

Thank you for asking! I sort of, accidentally, forgot about this fic for a good while myself lol

Here's a small snippet (fun fact, this is actually the last part that I wrote down) -

( Lan Wangji watched as Wei Ying's eyes seemed to glaze over, before shutting abruptly, a few moments passed and then his eyes blinked back open, Wei Ying looked around himself, before he caught sight of Lan Wangji again.

"Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying exclaimed, happiness and excitement on his face, "What are you doing here? I don't remember you calling!"

"A-Yuan called me." He repeats, brows furrowed, "Wei Ying, are you okay?"

Dread seeped its way further into Lan Wangji's body. The small part of Lan Wangji that hoped A-Yuan was exaggerating his father's illness was squashed out of him. Something was definitely wrong with Wei Ying.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be? Lan Zhan, are you okay?" Wei Ying frowned, "You look more pale than usual."

"Mn. Fine." )

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WIP Title Game

#cell rambles #cell answers #cell writes #memory loss fic #wip title game #cell's WIP's #cell's plot bunnies

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risefan2598 · 8 months

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Last chapter of the month is up 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

#rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt karai #memory loss fic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #donnie's cuddles makes everything better

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rosealiceroyal · 7 months

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It happens on a random morning in May when Alex, age fourteen, pads into the kitchen to greet his mother and steal a waffle from June's plate and sees a man sitting at their breakfast counter, reading a newspaper, a cup of coffee raised to his lips. Like he belongs. Like it's the most natural thing in the world. June doesn't seem to give the man a second thought. She merely flicks Alex on the forehead and takes back the waffle. Ellen isn't worrying, either. In fact, she's talking to him. Asking what his schedule is like. Making plans for dinner.

Alex has never seen this man before in his life.

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deepwaterdreams · 8 months

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To know when to stop

I'm writing a fic set post-hogwarts legacy on ao3, here's a snippet of the first chapter ;)

Summary : A decade has passed, and despite all her efforts, there were memories Agnes could not just forget about. Perhaps the key was to remember, to be whole again. Even if it meant remembering him.

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It spread and a pensieve came out of it. Above, there were phials, identical. In a way, they were the same: just as precious and painful, they all had that common element she tried to forget for a decade, hopelessly, uselessly. With caution, she opened one.

She poured the content in the pensieve, slowly. The curls and clouds forming inside seemed harmonious and strangely familiar, they called for her. Had she really no other choice? She was already in so much pain, would she be able to endure more? She forgot for a reason. But as of now, she could not keep going as she did. She was weak, but she had to be strong, for Anne, for Ominis, for their child. She had to be. How could she help them if she was weak and incomplete? Too bad for her if she was hurting, she had to bear it. With an inhale of oxygen filled with fear, she dived into it, already feeling tears forming in her eyes.

“When you said you could help me with care for magical creatures class, I expected we would go outside, you know, with the magical creatures that is? Shah is strangely made to resist the cold night, but still, that is a bit much to say she is a creature, even for me …”

“Are you finished?”, Agnes laughed.

“Never, I would even say that is part of my charming personality”.

She rolled her eyes and smiled at the same time. She would never say it to his face, but Sebastian was absolutely right. She just knew that if she looked at him, she would see that mischief she loved dancing in his eyes, that cocky smile of his and raised eyebrows as the sign he is damn proud of himself. She would not give him the satisfaction to know how much he was right. Instead, she just kept walking until she was in that familiar place. She stopped and started to pace in front of the empty wall. Sebastian looked at her, confused.

“Are you feeling alright?”, he asked, “Did someone cursed you or something?”

“Wait and see”.

The door appeared as expected in front of them. She took a certain pleasure in seeing her friend dumbstruck and she opened the door with a ceremonious teasing gesture, inviting him to go inside with a caricatural “after you dear sir” and a bow just as exaggerated.

“How did you find this place?”, he asked.

Inside, he saw the giant hippogriff statue in the middle of the room and the – too many? – numerous pots where she grew variety of plants she would use in potions during her potion classes or her many adventures and explorations. She saw him look at her never-ending libraries, full of books, with a certain want. His eyes then went to the vivarium in front of him, then on the others. A sudden crack startle Sebastian and he looked curiously at the house-elf that appeared in the room.

“Hello Deek”, she greeted.

“Do we have a special guest today?”, he simply asked after bending his head as a greeting.

“Sebastian is a friend”, she explained, “he needs help for our care for magical creatures class, I thought we could show him the one we saved and that it wouldn’t bother professor Weasley”.

“Deek thinks it is a good idea”, the creatures answered, way to happy to show to someone the good work they did with all those creatures.

“Come”, she said to Sebastian, way to surprised by everything to say or do anything really.

She took the stairs to her right and went up. Sebastian hurried to be by her side and leaned towards her.

“You’ve got a house-elf?”, he shouted-whispered, “What in Merlin’s name is this room?”.

“The Room of Requirement, and you haven’t seen half of it yet”.

Once they reached the vivarium she wanted to show him, she stopped and Sebastian seemed strangely focused.

“When we are inside, stay by my side. They don’t know you, but if you stay close to me, they should understand you are a friend”, she explained.

“They should?”, he repeated, uncertainty in his voice. “Wait, who is “they”?”.

She simply smiled and entered the vivarium. The light, which was so different inside, blinded her for a second to the point where she felt like the world turned completely white all the sudden. The air and the sea-spray tickled her nose, and she could not help but feel instantly relaxed. She heard Sebastian cursed again behind her.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”, she laughed, “Look! Highwing is coming to say hi!”

The hippogriff landed and trotted in her direction happily, hoping to be petted, probably for a treat if possible as well, as the little curious glutton she was.

“It’s … incredible”, Sebastian gasped.

“Professor Weasley showed me this room, so that I can work and catch up with the other students”, Agnes explained.

“The Undercroft is pale in comparison …”

“I like the Undercroft! Besides, I don’t learn the same things in both rooms. You should bow, hippogriffs are proud, you need to show them you respect them. Don’t straighten up until I say so”.

Clumsily, she saw Sebastian do exactly that. Highwing tilted her head several times, came closer to sniff him and eventually, she bowed in front of the Slytherin boy. She accepted him.

“See?”, she said enthusiastically, “She likes you already, you are doing great”.

“If you say so … Kneazles are yowling every time I get to close to their taste, even puffskeins go avay when they see me”, he grumbled.

“Let’s say you may be too … direct?”

“Direct? What do you mean?”

“Well, maybe a bit rough or brutish. You are too impatient with creatures. You need to be softer with them”.

“I can be soft!”

She laughed while taking Highwing’s head in her hands to place a noisy kiss at the base of her beak. She shook her head at the gesture, but she then proceeded to rub her head on her little human, to show her own affection.

“You can touch her, if you want to”, she offered.

“I want to keep both my hands”, he simply replied.

“Highwing is adorable!”

“Until you’re missing your nose. Even professor Howin would tell you so”.

“Professor Howin is not here and she doesn’t know what we went through together. Some ordeals just bound beings”.

“Like a troll attack, for example?”

She giggled when he brought that memory back. If that troll attack was not that terrifying and ravaging, she would gladly relive that first day in Hogwarts.

“We still had a great time in the Three Broomsticks”, she countered.

“Before or after Rockwood and Harlow threats?”, he grinned.

“Fine, fine, but how did you say it again? I would say that is part of my charming personality”.

“Alright, you win this one”.

With a flick of her wand, she made a brush appeared. Knowing full well the object, Highwing turned a bit so that she could be brushed exactly to the spots she enjoyed most.

“We decided to save creatures with Deek”, she started. “There are a lot of poachers around and we don’t really know what they are doing to creatures after they caught them. But we figured it couldn’t be good, not according to Deek’s experience, and he was previously owned by a poacher before working at Hogwarts. We just want to help”.

Sebastian said nothing and she didn’t know what to expect. Would he be on her side? Would he say she is mental to go after poachers? Would he understand her quest to help just animals?Highwing peeped happily under the strokes of the brush.

“Look at her, isn’t she amazing?”, she said, full of admiration for the creature in front of her.

“Amazing indeed …”

She turned her head to look at the Slytherin boy. He too had a look of admiration in his eyes, only he was staring at her. She chose to focus on the hippogriff to conceal her blushing cheeks. In the sky, she heard Caligo called for his partner, followed by the fwooper couple Filipine’s and Fernand’s chirping.

“Are you going to keep them here?”, Sebastian asked then.

“Where do you want me to keep them otherwise?”

Highwing kept peeping under the petting she was receiving, rubbing her head again and again against Agnes’s robe. Clearly it was not black anymore, spots of dust and slobber of different creatures. A small price to pay if you asked her, to received gesture of affection from equally impetuous and adorable creatures.

“Outside?”, he suggested.

“What about poachers?”, she said, mortified. “They know Highwing and Caligo. Charlotte was terrified because she was locked in a cage, in the middle of the Forbidden Forrest. Jack was going to be killed because he was stealing treasures in Irondale”.

Just to think of her little nifflers and their doom if she hadn’t been there and hadn’t rescued them in time brought tears into her eyes.

“You realise you can’t save them all?”, he asked.

He was worried for her, she understood. Clearly, he did not care as much as her about her creatures, but he did care about her. He did care about how it would affect her. She sighed, sadly. She knew he was right.

“I know”, she admitted. “Not all of them, but at least, for some, I can try to give them a home. A home feels nice when you are scared and alone”.

He did not say a thing for a while. Highwing started to run after Caligo and both hippogriffs flew away, majestic. How she loved those creatures, she found them being so proud, so beautiful, so free. The speed of their gallop, the exhilaration of their flight … Sometimes, she envied them, wished to be similar. She sat in the sand, simply enjoying the view, the breeze. She felt Sebastian doing the same next to her.

“You never speak of it, I can help but wonder”, Sebastian started cautiously, “How is your home? I never heard you say a thing about your family while I harp on about mine”.

“Nothing to say about it, really”, she shrugged.

“I won’t insist if you don’t want to talk about it, I was just curious”.

“I … grew up in an orphanage, near London”.

She looked at the boy next to her. She was waiting for a quick remark, a reaction, something, just to cut the tension that was building. But he said nothing, instead, he just offered a understanding look and encouraged her to carry on with her story.

“I was adopted once”, she revealed. “They took me back because they couldn't handle me. I told them I saw fairies and that I liked when the nice lady from next door came to play with me in my room. They just could take it anymore”.

“Why? It was only words from a child, it was a bit extreme”.

“The nice lady from next door was dead long before I arrived, there was only her husband in the house. I think I saw her ghost, but since they were Muggles, they couldn’t see her. As for fairies, I think I only saw small lights, similar to what I see with ancient magic. But I insisted so much they couldn’t bear it anymore. I didn’t correspond to their idea of the perfect family”.

“Still, they brought you back like an old used cauldron …”

He wasn’t wrong, of course, still, it hurt to hear it. Typical Sebastian: sympathising while hurting, or the other way around. He was always double-edged, but she was still so certain he possessed a good heart. He just never thought before talking or acting.

“I eventually understood that I had to be more discreet to be accepted”, she went on. “So I blended. It worked, but too well I suppose. I was never adopted again, and now I’m too old”.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s … like pets? There are more chances to be adopted as a child. A child is cute, adorable. Nobody wants a troubled teenager. It also means I have to find a job quickly because when I turn sixteen, I’m not able to live in the orphanage anymore, and I will be in the street, alone, homeless and poor”.

She hugged her knees to have a semblance of reassurance. She was able to forget about all of that, with Professor Fig’s arrival in her room, their private lesson in the professor’s house, the goblin rebellion, ancient magic and so on. It was a heavy burden to bear, but she could just forget about her life for a moment, forget about her problem, forget about her.

“You won’t be alone. The professors know about this, right? And even if they can’t do anything, we don’t need them, we’ll figure something out”.

She smiled, a sad smile, before looking at him. In his eyes, she could see that determined spark, bright in his brown tender eyes. Who was she to take that away from him?

“You don’t believe me”, he stated, a bit disappointed.

“It’s not that”, she sighed. “I just know how it always ends. Every friend I could have and who were adopted all swore we wouldn’t become stranger. I never heard of them after that. I get it: they want to live their orphan life behind them, build something new. Once, former orphan came back, asking for a job. He went away without one. But before he went away, he told us that once we are out, we were alone”.

“In your Muggle world, maybe. But in our world, it’s different, better. We are better. I will help you, I swear. I just need to think of a way to do it, but it still easier than curing Anne. You’ll see, I’ll help you both, I won’t break my promise”.

Equally impetuous and adorable. Sebastian was not that different from her darling hippogriffs: proud, not always when he should be, loyal, sometimes to a terrifying point. She laughed, maybe it was her nerves breaking, maybe it was the immense overwhelming gratitude she was feeling. What did she do to deserve such a friend? She felt without realising she was crying tears on her cheeks. It was probably the nerves then.

Hesitantly, Sebastian came closer to her, put his arm around her shoulders and hugged her awkwardly. She nestled against him, crying without restrain.

“Maybe I should not promise anything”, he joked. “Not if I get this type of reaction”.

She laughed. Of course she laughed while crying when she was in his arms. Only him could do that. She pulled away from him, wiping off her tears and smiled at him.

“There, much better”, he said. “With a smile that pretty, it would be a shame if I couldn’t see it more.”

“What a charmer”.

“Tell me it’s not working!”

“Thanks”, she said more seriously. “I never spoke about it, to anyone”.

“Well then, that would be another one of our secrets. Only ours”.

She took her head out of the pensieve, her cheeks were wet, soaked. The liquid in pensieve never left a trace, nor was it damp. She put the memory in its phials hastily, closed it, locked the cabinet, and ran away [...].

#fic #fiction #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow #memories #pensieve #harry potter #sebastian sallow x player #memory loss arc #memory loss fic #repressed memories #sad #magic

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pidge-it-up · 8 months

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The first arc of my long fic is finished –

– and I'm so giddy about the response it got! These are a few comments on the latest chapter!!

And what is this fic, you ask?? It's my baby!!!

In Our Grey Matter, All Grey Matters

“Hey, man.” Kirishima's voice quivered over the phone. “Tokoyami found him.”

“Why are you the one calling me then?”

“Bakugou…” His voice lingered.

“Spit it, Eijiro.”

“His car fell off the road.”

“I fucking knew something was wrong! What hospital are they taking him in?”But he wasn’t met with an answer. “Oi, Eijiro! What hospital?”

“They- they’re not… They are not taking him to the hospital.”

Bakugou froze. That could only mean two things. And one of those could already be discarded considering Izuku hasn’t called him to say that he’s gotten into a car accident, but he was okay. It’s just that the other option…

No. It couldn’t be, right? Right?

After a tragic accident, Bakugou defies fate to bring Deku back to life. But when Deku returns with no memory of their past, they must navigate the complexities of their changed relationship.

Go read it now!!!

#mha fanfiction #married bakudeku #bakudeku fanfic #mha ao3 #memory loss fic #bakugou is such a sweetheart in this fic #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #fic by pidge it up

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scarletslippers · 1 year

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If I had a nickel for every time I wrote a scene where Nancy looks at a wedding photo of her and Ace that doesn’t seem quite real, I’d have two nickels.

Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

#nace #nancy drew cw #yes this is about #married housing fic #but also #memory loss fic #nancy and ace #scarletslippers writes

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ifckinglovebattinson · 2 years

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Begged and Borrowed Time 1/?

Chapter 1

The Stillness of Remembering

Draco Malfoy awakes in a stark bed in a stark room with stark lighting.

He feels as though he has been laying down for a hundred years, maybe more, and his mouth is so dry he's afraid his lips will crumble if he dares even whisper.

A wonderful dream full of castles and books, and talking hats, had carried him away. As he woke, he felt it fade, as dreams often do.

Draco realizes, to his surprise and misery, that he is in a hospital. There are three machines in the room. All of them are magical—obviously—and all of them tell him that he has been in a coma for twelve days, that he has suffered a concussion, broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and fractured clavicle, and remnants of curse damage in both his legs.

He feels the soreness of all his ailments, seemingly, at once after reading.

A coma. Interesting.

He glanced at his left hand where he was sure to find his ring, passed down for generations.

Instead, his hand was as bare as the room before him. Perhaps it was confiscated along with his robes. He rubbed at where the metal would usually sit, restless.

With a muffled groan, he tried to shift in the bed. To sit up and find a healer, or someone. His wand. He would very much like to remember how he got here and, perhaps more importantly, if someone could please bring him water.

Maybe even more importantly: Where was his wife?

His movement, closely monitored by one of the machines, no doubt, must have alerted the healer or mediwizard that he was awake because he barely had the chance to sit up before there was a knock on his door.

Draco sighed, the beginnings of a migraine tapping at his eye like pinpricks. A promise of more violence and suffering, unquestionably.

The door-knocker did not wait for permission to enter. Draco Malfoy watched as a curly haired witch entered the room in flowing, navy Healer robes. Her hair was tied away from her face with a clip. No earrings or necklaces or other jewelry seemed to decorate her person. No ring. Strange.

And yet, even with all the simplicity, she was absolutely gorgeous.

Draco Malfoy would recognize those curls anywhere. On the monitor, his heart rate skyrocketed.

He had the audacity to school his features from awed to smug, smirking and attempting to calm his embarrassingly fast heart. Of course, it didn't make much sense to try and hide anything from her. She was, no doubt, used to this reaction.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy. It's nice to see you awake. How are you feeling?" If Hermione Granger noticed the incessant beeping, she had the professional grace to ignore it. She was speaking calmly and like she would to any other patient; not Draco Malfoy.

Mr. Malfoy? The smirk fell. He hoped the confusion was clear on his face. Maybe this was a game. He loved games. The smirk showed once again.

"Hello," he croaked out, finally. It was painful, like glass in his throat. Noticing his discomfort, Granger explained that his vocal cords were undamaged, but likely he would have a sore throat from the stasis charm and lack of use.

Draco wanted to make a sly comment about not needing to speak, he quite liked the noises he could elicit from her instead.

She summoned ice chips, wanting him to slowly adjust to moisture before graduating to a straw.

"Here," she said softly, levitating the cup to him. He was quite confused why she couldn't just hand it to him. Why she was treating him like a stranger.

She had used her wand to project his chart and his vitals, looking over them.

Perhaps she was trying to remain impartial at work. To treat him like she would treat anyone else. She always did take work so seriously. Hermione Granger never did anything half way. It was nice to see her in her element, instead of the remnants he saw outside of work.

"I'm going to administer another diagnostic, Mr. Malfoy." She sounded like a teacher, he thought just then. He quite liked that idea. Professor Granger. She was so composed.

"Sure. You're always welcome to examine me, love," he said. His throat was still raw, but he desperately wanted the awkward tension to be cut in the room. Maybe before the coma, they had gotten into an argument. Surely she could forgive him, given that he had been unconscious for two weeks?

At his not-so-subtle attempt to flirt, Granger's shocked eyes met his own. The surprise only lasted a moment before she schooled her features again.

Overjoyed at her attempt to remain professional, Draco smiled at her.

If she was surprised before, Granger was in utter shock now. Her mouth opened slightly. She could never really keep up pretenses around him, he thought. He liked the effect he could have on her.

"Mr. Malfoy," she began, confusion lacing her voice. "Do you know where you are?"

Mr. Malfoy again. She really wants to keep playing?

"M' in the Hospital, no?" Draco said, mumbling around the ice. He beamed at her again, waiting for her to crack. Surely she could break protocol. It was only them in the room.

Plus, it had been a long few weeks. Well, not to him. He had no concept of time but surely she was waiting to embrace him.

Granger had the curtesy to smile.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy. That's correct. Do you know why you're here?"

Just then, Draco noticed that where her robes were embroidered with her name, there was something missing entirely. Something he had failed to note when she came in.

Healer Granger was all it said. Draco's eyes scrunched. He knew what her robes were meant to say. He had been with her when she had magically enhanced and changed them.

"Hermione," he said, glancing at her left hand again. "Where's your wedding ring?"

Read Chapters 1-5 here :) cheers friends.

#dramione #pining #memory loss fic #Draco falls first #Healer Granger #angst #lots of Draco in love #ahh first dramione fic attempt #please send feedback #or hatemail #I thrive off of validation #but I also work out of spite #hehe

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