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fluffykiddosstuff · 1 year

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"family"

This one-shot isn't really a ship, more like a family bond with hank and the rk brothers! (sixty, nines, connor and Bryan (for Bryan I don't remember but I saw the "creator" on Twitter so credit to them!)

Warnings : angst, fluff

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In 2028 :

You were walking all by yourself in the streets when you only had 15 years old, being a drug and alcohol addict made your parents throw you away from the house. One day when you were just walking with no goal in a street, hank stopped with a dpd police car nearby you

- hey kid what are you doing? It's almost 2 am and I don't think it's really safe out here for you

You looked at him, the guy had hairs who started to become a little Grey and a freshed shave beard. You looked at him in the eyes, yours being red from some things you took but also from crying, it was freezing cold outside especially this night since there was snow falling. You stroked your feet on the small snow forming on the street.

- I'm homeless sir, I have nowhere to go, my parents rejected me because I got addicted to alcohol and drugs after a surgery

You didn't know why you vented to that stranger but for some reason you trusted him, maybe because he was a cop? And yeah you got addicted after some stupid doctor gave you addictive medicine, it was for only one week but you couldn't do without it now.. The stranger got out of the car and gave you his jacket.

- I now it sounds really weird but.. Come to my house, no one should be alone in the streets, especially by this weather.. My name is hank by the way

He pulled his arm in front of you and you shaked it while closing the jacket, you sighed in relief, finally some warm..

- it is weird but.. I trust you.. Hank

You smiled fondly and he did it too, he got back in the car while you sat in the passenger side. You closed your eyes, feeling the warm of the car relaxed you. But you quickly opened them back while your stomach growled in frustration, you blushed while hank laughed while getting back to the station for his report.

- when did you last ate kid?

- huh.. 3 or 4 days I don't remember..

He shook his head like he couldn't believe it and parked the car.

- there is donut at the station, you can ate some before we get to my house okay?

You smiled and got out, you waited at his desk, eating donuts and other sweets hank brought you

Hank's pov :

I got send Jeffrey a mail with all the informations about his report and got back to the kid, they smiled fondly at me, they must have been starving.. Poor thing. We got back to my house with my own car and they fell asleep. When we got back I picked them up and made them a little set up bed with the couch.

We got in the kitchen with my wife to talk of course she wasn't very happy, I made some coffee and explained everything to her. After a bit her expression softened and she looked at the kid sleeping in the sofa.

- I understand why you helped them but.. You think it will be okay with.. You know..?

I put my hand on her belly, she was 4 monts pregnant with our child, I nodded while smiling.

- don't worry, I'll make sure everything goes smoothly for all of us

Author's pov :

And that's what he did, he helped you get into a cure to quit drugs and alcohol, you got back to school some months later, meanwhile cole was born, the first time you holded him you almost cried by how cute he was. That's also the day when hank and his wife officially made you their adoptive kid

In 2038 :

Time as passed.. Hank and his wife divorced on good terms, and.. Your brother died when he only had 6 years old.. You and your dad were very sad about it. You didn't got back into alcohol or drugs because you didn't wanted to worry your father but.. Now it was the other way around. Hank became alcoholic, he was never violent to you but you often saw a gun on the kitchen table after a night while he drinked.. One night you were studying in your room when you heard a sound like a windows being destroyed, you rushed to the kitchen with a gun that hank hided in your room "we never know" he said. You then saw an android, his face getting clicked by sumo, you called sumo and the guy looked at you while standing up.

- don't be afraid, I'm hank's partner, I'm an rk800 called connor, I'm sent by cyberlife

That's when you first met your future brother

In 2040 after the peaceful revolution and androids got their rights :

It was a bright day, connor was playing with sumo in the garden, sixty and nines watched the news, Bryan was making diner for hank while he was sleeping in his room. You were studying for your final exams also in your room. If someone told you that you will have 4 android brothers you wouldn't believed it of course. You met nines at the same time as hank when Connor brought him home, since cyberlife had to free all androids even prototypes ones he got out quickly, he also came with sixty who was repaired and deviated, you both were resentful at the idea at first but he made apologies to hank and almost breaked from stress, who wouldn't? Bryan came one year ago, he was found by Markus himself in a dumpster outside of the town, he was repared and it seems that he was the first "connor" but acting human at first so cyberlife got rid of him.

While reading a new paragraph, Bryan came in your room, smiling

- hey, I know you need to study hard but don't overwork yourself okay? You need to eat

You smiled and got to the table, hank too and the others came even if they didn't needed to eat.

- so kid, how is your studies going? Asked hank, mouth full

- it's going fine, at this train I'll be diplomed easily

Hank smiled, twelve years ago, you were by your own in the streets and look at you now!

- I never asked but, what study to you get? Asked sixty, Everyone looked at you, shit, it was about to come one day

- some theorical stuff ya know..

They nodded, seeming content with the response. Hank didn't know either wat studies you were going on, he just let you pay for the bills with his card, he didn't wanted to be bothered with that anymore so you did that for the school too.

Graduation day

You got in front of the professor who ended you your official paper so you could get to work soon. Hank was filming with his phone, smiling and making thumbs to you, sixty, connor and nines were awkwardly smiling because of the crowd and the loud noises. Bryan was almost ready to make fireworks if nobody stopped him. You smiled and took the paper then take the microphone.

- I wanted to say thank you to my professor but most of all to my brother's who helped me during hard times, and also my dad, without him I wouldn't be here and.. I couldn't join him as a cop into the dpd

You smiled brightly, hank smirked and actually started to cry wit Bryan shaking hank's shoulders, the others were simply smiling, it was a big surprise to have you work with them. Hank couldn't be more proud of his new family. He knew you did this for cole and for him, in the memory of what he did for you in 2028, maybe, one day you will become a lieutenant too?

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I NEARLY CRIED I LOVE HANK AND THE HAPPY LITTLE FAMILY WITH THE RK'S OMG

#dbh hank #hank anderson #dbh connor #connor detroit become human #Sixty #nines rk900 #dbh nines #Reader #gn!reader #gn!mc #gn reader #Bryan #Rk800 #Rk900 #Family #cole anderson

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stringeralong · 8 months

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Netherlands, Feb 2023 - Day 3 of 4

The BIG day, most of the reason I had been so desperate to travel to Amsterdam one day. The Van Gogh Museum.

I was incredibly lucky to be able to buy tickets such short notice, as word is they sell out fairly quickly and it’s nearly impossible to get tickets on the day. I bought my ticket for Sun 5th Feb on Thurs 2nd as soon as I had booked my coach.

But first, breakfast. And in true British spirit, I had to try an ‘English Breakfast’

Majestic: €20.50 (£18.41) for: fried egg, slightly toasted bread, mushrooms, baked beans, roast tomatoes, crispy bacon bits and small sausages + apple juice.

They saw me coming, right? I dropped the ball on this one by walking through a pretty touristy square with an empty stomach and heading towards the first place that did something resembling food. The food wasn’t bad, mostly pretty nice, but the price was unfortunate and I didn’t actually really want it but I had already sat down and been encouraged to order a drink. It filled a hole.

I hopped on the Metro and then a Tram using my pass from the day before and headed to the zoo!

Artis €27.50 (£24.70) entry. I think this also includes the aquarium but it was closed for refurbishment at the time :(

I love a good zoo, but my bad zoo habit is that I’m mostly interested in the random local birds that just happen to be hanging out. They had some cool animals such two beautiful huge Jaguars, a golden and a black. I couldn’t get a decent photo of either of them but I managed to get a video of the wonderful chuffing sound.

After managing to avoid spending any money in the gift shop, a true achievement for me, I hopped back on the tram and headed to the Van Gogh Museum.

I was early, obviously, so I went for a spot of lunch.

Irish Coffee + panini: Small Talk €14.20/£12.75

Then it was time, for Clare to drown in the sweet sweet sorrow of the Van Gogh Museum. The (almost) the entire reason I had made this trip, why I had suffered on a coach packed in like sardines, why I had drained my bank account. I actually felt nervous as I walked to the entrance.

What if it didn’t live up to the hype?

It was everything I needed it be to.

I got to see many paintings for the first time in person. Everything was a totally different size than I was expecting. It was overwhelming and emotional being so close, getting to see the texture and brush strokes. There were some paintings and sketches I had never even heard of, and it was great getting to hear and read the stories behind them. I fell in love with these lil guys.

The audio guide was interactive and had visuals to accompany the segments. It wasn’t actually too busy either, as if the museum has capped it a good amount. Realistically, they could have sold more tickets to churn a profit but everyone would have had a worse experience so I was pretty impressed.

My entry was from 15.00, but the kind people at the door let me in from 14.45 (although it seems to be something they do often as a standard rule rather than a special acceptation for me), and I was there until just before close at 17.00. So I spent about 2 hours wandering around, sobbing quietly.

Here I am looking like a doofus with my tattoo and the work that inspired it. Head of a Skeleton with a Burning Cigarette by Vincent Van Gogh and the Tattoo by Kate. Shout out to the poor lady I wrangled into taking this for me (she took a load which was very kind).

Vincent Van Gogh Museum €20.00/£17.91 online + Audio Guide €3.50/£3.14

Completely worth every cent. I understand that enjoying the Van Gogh Museum is not exactly a unique thought or experience but there we have it. Lives up to the hype, and for me personally it surpasses it. But that's just one mans opinion.

After emotionally recovering on my journey back to the hostel, I had a few drinks in the bar and bullied a stag do. I did buy them some shots to make up for it though.

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beananacake · 3 years

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Snapshot (Richard Madden x Reader)

Part 3

Summary: Your story time Twitter thread of how your grandparents thought you were dating Richard Madden becomes viral and you get the chance to meet the man himself.

Chapter Summary: You and Richard go on a date. Some things are said.

Word Count: 5.5k words

Warnings: use of the words fuck and shit, mentions of blood and needles (reader works in a laboratory), TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

A/N: Hello everyone! How are you doing? I've decided to make this a 5-part story now so we're half-way through! Is anyone a sucker for the italicized Oh moment in any story? I know I am! Hopefully you stay till the end of the story because I really love writing about Richard and reader and interacting with you guys. ASK BOX IS OPEN! Ask me whatever you want (don't be rude tho. that's not very cash money of u). As always, reviews, comments, suggestions, requests (and reblogs) are happily accepted! Not beta'd so mistakes are mine. Enjoy part 3!

P.S.: If your name is Candace, I'm so sorry. I ran out of name ideas and that was the first thing that popped into my head.

P.P.S: I myself worked in a lab and in this fic you get a glimpse of one of the things I do in that section so don't be too surprised to find technical terms like blood film slides and what-not.

Y/S/N: your sister's name

“Y/N, there’s someone at the front for you,” you co-worker, Gina, said with a saucy grin.

You looked up from your microscope, quirking a brow. You never had people come over to see you. Your parents lived out of town and never visited you. Your sister was always in some place other than her house. Your friends always met you at bars for drinks after work. And really, you didn’t have a boyfriend who would come and visit your work. Gina grinning at you like she knew something was terrifying.

“And?”

“Oh, trust me, you’d want to go,” she said. “I’ll take over for you. What were you doing?” She practically pushed you off of your seat and plunked herself on it.

You instructed at the slides that needed reading and the fresh ones that needed a bit more drying before you took off your coat to go to the front of the laboratory. Candace, that ‘traitor’ as how Richard had put it, looked at you disdainfully before turning away. You never mended your friendship with her after you confronted her with what she said. She still thought she was in the right; that whatever it was you were doing with Richard would only cause his career to plummet. You didn’t have the energy to correct her. In fact, after that night with Gemma and Richard and the crew, you found yourself feeling positive and Candace’s tirade was nothing more than her being jealous.

You passed through the hallway towards the front, sanitizing your hands and fixing your clothes. Whoever it was that made Gina smile must be someone she knew. She was almost always never excited to be sent on errands like calling you or reading your blood film slides. In fact, she loathed your department, Hematology, because all you did was sit and review blood work before releasing the results. There was almost nothing exciting going on, save for a couple of difficult diagnosis that needed you to verify what the machine have found.

The receptionist, John, was talking animatedly to the man before him. He had his phone out and you felt sorry for the poor bugger at the receiving end of what was likely photos of John’s collection of Legos he had done.

“I’ve actually finished a Lego T-rex before my nephew demolished the whole thing,” the man said.

Even if you had your eyes closed, you recognized that Scottish accent right away. What on earth was Richard doing in the laboratory? He had asked you one time about your schedule and you told him what you had for the week he was off. You didn’t realize that he actually wanted to know all about it because he wanted to meet you in your workplace.

“John?” you called. You didn’t want to assume Richard was here specifically for you. “I was told someone’s here to see me?”

The receptionist turned back to you, beaming. “Y/N! I didn’t know you were seeing Richard Madden!”

So, Richard was here for you. And it was practically common knowledge in the laboratory now, despite the fact that you weren’t actually seeing Richard officially.

“Hello, Y/N,” Richard said with that soft smile of his.

“Hi, Richard,” you said with a smile then turned to John. “Would you mind if I step out a bit?”

“Sure, sure. Be back to punch out for your time card.” He said and shook Richard’s hand.

You stepped out of the lab, leading Richard away from the peering eyes of your co-workers. You were going to be subjected to more rumors now that he had shown his face at your work.

“Hey,” he smiled at you. “Aren’t you supposed to be done any time now?”

“I still have a couple minutes left in my shift.” You shifted, standing on the corner and trying to keep him out of other people’s sights by having his back to them. “What are you doing here? I mean, I appreciate you coming over to see me and all but I didn’t expect you’d show up to the lab.”

“I thought we were going on a date,” he said plainly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You scrunched your forehead, recounting your conversations and text messages about setting a time immediately after your last shift of the week but you came up blank. All you remembered was sharing your schedule and telling him your weekends were free to just stay in at home.

“I don’t remember setting it up today…?” you told him, watching his reaction.

“Surprise!” He grinned.

You chuckled softly. “Well, color me surprised, then. Where are we going?”

“Well, it’s a beautiful day out today.”

You looked out of the window, agreeing with him. It was beautiful and sunny. If Richard hadn’t come to your work, you’d have walked to the park or to your local bakery to pick up some pastries.

“I was thinking of going to Disneyland.”

“What?” you blurted unthinking. You never would have guessed Richard would take you on a theme park date. But then again, you did have suggested to go to a Korean barbeque place and he went along with it.

“If you don’t want to go to Disneyland, we’ll go wherever you want.” He watched you, cocking his head to the side as he gauged your reaction.

“No, no. That’s perfect. I just never would have guessed it.” You smiled at him. “If you can wait for about ten more minutes, I’ll be out.”

“Okay. Is it okay to sit at the waiting room?”

“Of course, although I think John would rather you talk about his Legos. He’s been watching us since we started talking.” You gave a singular nod at John before turning back to Richard.

“I don’t mind. He’s an alright guy.”

You chuckled. “Stop being charming to everyone, Richard,” you teased.

“I’m only charming around you.” He winked at you.

You shoved his chest lightly, chuckling. “Ten minutes, yeah?”

“Ten minutes.” He nodded.

“And please, I know you can’t help it, but try not to make a ruckus. I’m already on thin ice with some of my co-workers here for being around you.”

He raised his eyebrow at that. “I don’t see how that’s their problem.”

“They’re your fans. Of course I’ll get in hot water just by spending this much time around you.”

“I chose to spend time with you.”

You blushed at that, not knowing what to say. Richard really knew what words to say and when to say them. No wonder he got casted as Prince Charming .

“Ten minutes then we can go on our date.” Our date. It felt foreign even to your own mind. You were going on a date with Richard Madden. A freaking date.

He nodded and let you go ahead of him. You walked over to John and smiled.

“John, Richard wanted to hear more of your Lego creations if that’s all right with you?” you said.

John looked at Richard, grinning ear to ear. “Of course! It’s not every day I meet another Lego enthusiast.”

“I’ll be out soon.” You turned to Richard and smiled. “You’re gonna be okay here?”

He nodded, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be here with my good friend John. I’ll see you in ten.”

You smiled and headed back on, still feeling his lips on your forehead. You went back to your little cubicle and read all through your work, absentmindedly answering some of Gina’s questions about how Richard was and if he really was as sweet as he seemed. You were half focused on your work because all your mind could think of was how natural it felt to be kissed by Richard.

He’s so much more than those interviews, G, you wanted to say but held back. While Richard was open in most of his junkets and interviews, the Richard you got to know was different. He was protective of you and would get out his way to make you comfortable. You remembered how well he handled you during your panic attack when meeting the crew of the movie he was currently working on. How he respected your need for space during that time and did nothing to further your panic. He always laughed at your corny jokes, even the ones you that you thought were really bad. Always made time to talk to you despite his busy schedule; even when he was supposed to be resting (and you told him as such), he was talking to you. Literally, he was Prince Charming come to life .

You finished just in time and clocked out. You were heading to your locker after you've changed to your casual attire and found that Candace was in the room as well.

“He’s very performative, isn’t he?” she told you snidely, closing her locker door with a bang. “Coming over here just to show his face to us. You can gloat all you want about how he’s all over you but don’t forget that this is never gonna be real between you two.”

You raised your eyebrow to that, grabbing your backpack and your phone from your locker. “I don’t see why you need to tell me this, Candace.”

“Oh, please, Y/N. Stop playing dumb. He’s obviously playing with you because he wants to be more famous than he already is.”

“And I could help him with that? I work in a lab, not in some PR company.” Wow, you never expected this kind of jealousy from the person who was your first friend in the lab. Green was definitely not a good color on her.

“He’s trying to get the masses to like him.” she said instead. She crossed her arms and watched as you closed your locker.

“Do you want to meet him? Because if you do, you can just say so. I’ll be happy to introduce you to him.” You slung on one strap of your backpack and raised your eyebrow at her.

“I don’t need your help introducing me to him. I can do it myself.” She turned and went ahead.

You followed a bit further behind her, waving and saying goodbye to some of your co-workers who didn’t care you were spending time with Richard. He did have a point. It was none of their business and you just hoped they realized it too.

Candace marched her way to Richard, coming off too forward judging by the way he frowned behind his sunglasses. You stayed behind a bit, watching both of them from the threshold to the reception.

“Hi. I’m Candace.” She took out her hand and offered it to him.

Richard shook the hand, albeit a little confused as to why someone was introducing themselves to him. “Hi. I’m Richard.”

She chuckled at that. You bit your lip to hide your smile from second hand embarrassment. She was trying too hard to come off as likeable to him. He just said his name and she chuckled and even anyone who hadn’t caught the first bit of their interaction would have been embarrassed at the way she laughed.

“So, what are you doing here, Mr. Madden?” she purred.

You suppressed the urge to gag. All that was missing was her rubbing her body against his like a cat.

“I’m waiting for Y/N. We’re going on a date today,” he smiled easily.

Based from her body language, you could tell she was irked at his response. She drew her hand back and looked him up and down. The change in her attitude was sudden and it confused you. Was she hoping for another reply? You thought to yourself.

“Good luck, then. Don’t let her embarrass you.”

It was like something in her words ticked at Richard and he hardened his stance like a panther ready to pounce. You didn’t know how it happened but it was like his jaw clenched and his shoulders hunched as he regarded Candace. You were even sure his eyes turned into steel despite the glasses obscuring them.

“I would appreciate it if you don’t talk about Y/N that way,” he said in a grave tone. “And as for embarrassment, I think you just did that to yourself, talking behind your colleague’s back and to her boyfriend’s face.”

Boyfriend. He called himself your boyfriend. You both hadn’t talked anything about that; not once had any of you hinted at the possibility of a relationship until that dinner with the crew when they mentioned it. Richard’s protectiveness of you was probably misinterpreted as—as—

As what, Y/N? You have feelings for him, right? And based from what the other people said, he obviously has feelings for you. And in the natural order of things, those feelings would lead to a relationship, your conscience told you.

“O-oh,” was Candace’s disappointed reply.

You cleared your throat, choosing that moment to come out of the shadows and towards them. “I’m ready to go if you are, Richard.”

He looked at you and his features softened, smiling that sweet smile of his at you. “I just met one of your colleagues, Y/N. She introduced herself to me.”

Candace turned to you, red in the face but there was no mistaking the anger that was brewing on it. “You two have a lovely date.” She pushed herself away from the two of you who were closing in on her, rushing to get to the door.

You raised your eyebrow, playing oblivious. “What did she say?”

Richard took your backpack from your shoulder and slung it on his. “Just some things not worth mentioning again.” He waved goodbye at John and you did the same. “Is she the one you told me about, in that alley when we ate with the crew?”

You sighed. “Yeah. I didn’t know what I did for her to say that.”

“Probably jealous,” he said as you both headed to the parking lot. “We’ll be taking my car. Is it okay to leave your car here or do you want me to follow you to your apartment so you can bring you car back ?”

You told him your car broke down a few days ago and had been taking the public transportation since then. The mechanic at the garage had said it would take days for them to get and change the parts so you had no choice but to wake early and take the bus to work. You got on the passenger side and opened the door, hopping in. Richard placed your backpack on the backseat and got on his side, starting the engine. You pulled on your seatbelt, waiting as Richard did the same before returning to your conversation before.

“Why’s she jealous of me?” you asked him as he started driving.

“You’re amazing and smart and beautiful.” He said as he got on the highway. “I think she tries too hard to become likeable while you do it effortlessly.”

You smiled. “You think I’m beautiful?” you teased, abashed at the words he used to describe you. Smart and amazing were alright but he called you beautiful. Beautiful. You might as well have melted on the spot.

“Yes. Very.” He grinned. “The prettiest girl in the world!”

You chuckled, feeling the butterflies on your stomach. Richard was charming and adorable and even if he was teasing you, just hearing him call you the prettiest girl in the world made your knees feel like jelly. There was no denying your attraction to him. He was an attractive man physically, but it was his kindness that drew you more in.

You talked about what he had been doing the past few days on your drive to the theme park. He had been catching up with some of his friends in London through video calls and also looking into more future projects after this big one he had been working on. Other than texting and chatting you, as he was wont to do, he had also been hitting the gym more often. You did notice the additional bulk on his arms through his black, collared shirt.

“How did you get puked on if you work inside the lab? I don’t see any children in the waiting room.” He turned the car to the entrance of the parking lot.

It still surprised you how he could remember even the minutest of details about your life. “We were understaffed in the clinic and they pulled me out from my department since there wasn’t much to do there anyway.”

“What is it that you do inside the laboratory?” He pulled into a parking spot.

“I’m stationed at the Hematology department.”

“The best one in the lab?” he grinned.

You leaned your head back to the headrest and looked at him, smiling. “I thought I told you to stop being charming, Richard?”

“I can’t help it when I’m with you.” He copied your position, smiling at you in his boyish way.

You chuckled. “No. Mine’s the most boring one. Nothing exciting ever happens. That’s why they pulled me out to help in the clinic. The kid was afraid of needles so I tried to tell him it was only gonna sting a little. He cried and puked on me after I told him that.”

He took your hand, much to your surprise, and brought it too his face to look at your fingers. “They must be nimble, your fingers.”

You flushed at his words, unsure if he deliberately made it sound so sexual or if he was just trying to pay you a compliment. You pushed his face away gently, chuckling lightly.

“I’m going to change your name into Prince Charming on my phone if you keep up with that,” you joked.

“Does that make you my Cinderella, then?” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes, flushing deeper. “C’mon, Prince Charming. Let’s go get this date going.”

When you two managed to be serious enough to climb out of the car, you went ahead and bought your passes. Richard was quick to hand his card to the clerk, telling you that it was his turn to pay for the date. You would have fought him for it, telling him to split the bill, but he looked so happy that you just couldn’t be the needle to pop his happy balloon.

“Want to grab something to eat first before we go on the rides or the games?” he asked as he placed the bracelet pass on your wrist.

“Sure, but nothing too heavy. I don’t want another kid puking on me.” You grinned at him.

He chuckled and took your hand in his, holding it snugly as you both made your way to the food stalls. His hand was warm and big but he held you softly in it. You leaned in closer to him, pressing your side against his and smiling up at him.

“Before I forget, Richard,” you said and he turned to you. “Thank you for the date. It was awesome.”

“We just got past the entrance, Y/N. We haven’t really done anything yet.”

You shrugged. “I know but I just feel like this is one date I won’t forget.”

You ended up buying some churros to snack on as you both walked down Main Street. You found some stalls that sold theme park merchandise and broke away from Richard to go buy Mickey ears. You picked a sequined Minnie headband and paid for it, wearing it as you went back to Richard. He chuckled at you and took his phone out to snap a photo of you.

“Fits you,” he said as he took your hand again.

“You don’t want to wear one?” You bit on your churro and looked at him.

“I’ll find a shirt instead. I don’t look good with my hair pulled back, unlike you.”

You rolled your eyes, snorting. “I’m already out on a date with you, Richard. Save that charm for some other time.” You teased.

He only chuckled, squeezing his hand. “I really can’t help it when I’m around you.”

You smiled. You squeezed his hand in return.

Richard had planned a route to the rides, going after those with short lines first then buying you both fast passes to get in quickly and avoid the wait times. You almost chickened out at riding Big Thunder Mountain Railroad but he promised he’d do your favorite next, even if it would make you both wait long lines. You screamed all the way through the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad ride, swaying side by side as you got jostled. You heard Richard’s laugh as the ride ended. He hoisted you up against his side, helping you get out as you tried regaining the feeling to your legs.

“No more,” you rasped, leaning on him. “No more roller coasters for the next five or so rides.”

He relented and you both got on the Jungle Cruise, one of the benign rides in the park. He held you close to him, asking you from time to time if you were feeling better since the ride. You assured him that you were and his concern for your welfare made you smile. Was this how it felt to be with Richard? He was acting like he was your boyfriend—

Boyfriend. He did tell Candace that he was your boyfriend and John was standing right beside him so he definitely did have heard it. It wouldn’t be any wonder when you get back to work on Monday for everyone would be looking at you at a different light.

It must have been a slip of the tongue for him, Y/N, especially since you two have been spending so much time talking to each other, your conscience told you. You hadn’t seen each other much outside of the two times you both went out to dinner. His shoots always ran late and you sometimes had overnight shifts that overlapped with the time he was finished for the day. It wasn’t really feasible for you to spend time outside of your phones. And yet, Richard made up for all of that. He made sure you two had something to do whenever you met up (even though this had been the second time since your first meeting with him) and you never lacked topics to talk about.

If anything, all that was missing was a label for the two of you. He felt assured in calling himself your boyfriend earlier when he was talking to Candace, but maybe that was only because you were out of sight. He hadn’t mentioned anything about that to you during the drive and while you were on a date. Maybe your gut was right. Maybe it was just a slip of the tongue for him.

“The tour guide took all your jokes,” Richard said as he helped you out of the boat. “Good thing it’s her day job and not yours.” He grinned and you playfully pushed him away, pushing the thoughts of the talk away from your mind.

You both had a proper meal at one of the less crowded restaurants, sitting back and relaxing before you went through the other rides. He didn’t let you go to other adrenaline-pumping rides after what happened at Big Thunder Mountain Railroad even if you told him you were fine. You two ended up riding more of the less thrilling rides, unlike what Richard had originally planned. You also played games at the Pixar Pier instead, him winning and giving you the option to choose which prizes you wanted. You chose a stuffed Eve from Wall-E, a flying star pillow, a Princess Atta toy, and a big Bullseye stuffed toy.

“I can’t keep all of these, Richard.” You said as you both walked down the avenue, hand in hand. “We’ll split your winnings. I’m taking Eve and Princess Atta.”

“They’re all for you, Y/N. No need to split it with me.”

“Richard.”

“Y/N.”

“Please?”

He huffed. “Fine, but only because you said so. I’ll take Bullseye.”

You passed the toy horse to him, grinning.

“Do you want to watch the fireworks?” He asked as he took the toy, holding it with his other hand. “They should be starting soon.”

“Okay.” You smiled. You spotted a photo booth from across the way and squeezed Richard’s hand. “Let’s go to the photo booth!” You pulled him along before he got the chance to say something.

You both got in the photo booth and were about to sit down when you realized it wouldn’t fit the two of you. Richard sat down instead and pulled you on his lap.

“There. That solves things, doesn’t it?” he grinned.

You chuckled. You pressed on some buttons, choosing on four snapshots and a single tear-away strip. You felt him pull you closer to his body, wrapping both his arms around your waist and grinning up to you. You smiled down at him as the first flash went off. You put your arm around his neck and the other hand on his jaw and kissed him for the second and third photo and finally just smiling widely at the camera for the last one. You stood up, gathering your toys and pulling Richard out of the booth and to the exit slot for the photo strip.

“You just had to choose a dinosaur one, Y/N.” he commented as you examined the photos.

There was no denying how happy you two looked at each other. There was lightness in your eyes and an easiness as you both looked at one another. You two are crazy for each other, you thought to yourself, bringing you back to that conversation you overhead a few days ago in the restroom of the Korean Barbeque place.

“I know your favorite movie’s Jurassic Park but unfortunately this is the wrong theme park, so you better settle for this instead.” You ripped off the top two photos and passed that to him, keeping the other bottom two for yourself. “A little souvenir from our date.”

He smiled, taking the photo and pulling out his wallet to put it in. He placed it on the little plastic window and kept his wallet, holding back your hand again. “So, fireworks?”

…

You woke up when you felt Richard pull his car to a stop in front of your apartment building. You had slept through the entire drive home, tired from your date. The fireworks were spectacular but the foot traffic was crazy once it was over. You two were lucky enough to be near the exit but the traffic from the parking lot to the highway took too long. You didn’t realize you had dozed off even before you left the theme park.

You ran a hand down your face, fighting off an incoming yawn. You were tired from work and from the date but it was fine. You had fun. And the next two days you had were your days off.

“Are you awake, Sleeping Beauty?” Richard teased, turning to you.

You turned to him, a sleepy smile on your face. “I thought I was Cinderella?”

“That, too.”

You gave a little yawn, covering your mouth and chuckling a bit as you saw him do the same. You watched him closely, looking at his chiseled jaw to the lashes on his eyes. You could have done it forever but you needed your sleep and he needed to get home. You wanted to move but there was something nagging at the back of your mind, not letting you go until you addressed it.

Boyfriend.

Right. He called himself your boyfriend earlier today. You needed to talk to him about that before the night was over.

“Richard,” you started, “I have to tell you something.”

“Are you gonna crack another joke tonight?” he teased.

“No, not tonight.” You said quietly, straightening a bit.

He sat up at your tone. “What is it? Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. It’s just, earlier today, when you met Candace, I overheard everything you talked about.” You looked at him. “Especially that part where you told her you’re my boyfriend.”

He only nodded.

“Why did you tell her that?”

“She said… stuff about you, Y/N. I can’t have her talking about you like that.”

You gave a half-smile. “Still, you could have just told her off.”

He looked at his hands that were fidgeting on his lap. You reached out for one of them and held it tight, squeezing softly to tell him you weren’t angry, just merely surprised.

“What if I like the idea of being your boyfriend?” he asked as he turned to you again.

Oh.

“I like talking to you and spending time with you. I like knowing about you.” He squeezed your hand in his. “You’re real and you’ve become a constant in my life already even if we’d known each other for only a handful of months.”

You only looked at him, not sure if you were hearing things right.

“I like you, Y/N. I hope you feel the same way about me too.”

Oh, Richard.

“Richard…”

He looked at you, nervous and hopeful.

“I've always liked you,” you said, smiling at him.

His mood seemed suddenly buoyant. The way he smiled at you melted your heart. It was the kind of smile that lit up his whole face and brightened his eyes.

“Does that mean…?” he watched you closely, leaning towards you.

You nodded. “I like the idea of being your girlfriend too.”

He wasted no time in capturing your lips in his, tilting your chin up so he could kiss you better. You felt like time had stopped in that moment, feeling only him and his lips on yours and savoring the idea of you being his girlfriend. Your heart pounded, exhilaration shooting through parts of your body.

The kiss became feverish in its intensity; him lapping all over you and you making a throaty sound. You felt him deepen the kiss. You snuck a peek at him as you gasped for air, finding him kissing you fervently, breathing deeply before resuming kissing you again. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer to you and felt him cup your head. You could feel his heart thud against your chest, knowing both were beating in the same rhythm. It was like the kiss made you one with each other.

Your phone rang in your pocket and you made a move to get it without breaking your kiss. You were meaning to press cancel on the call but your thumb strayed, hitting answer instead.

“Y/N!”

You pulled back from Richard with a gasp, breathing hard and deep. “Shit.”

“That sound better be you working out,” your sister teased. “If not, hi, I’m Y/S/N.”

Richard still had his forehead against yours, panting and smiled at your sister’s voice. “Hi. I’m Richard.” He nuzzled your nose with his.

“Holy. Fuck.”

“Y/S/N—”

“Were you just making out with Richard fucking Madden?!”

You didn’t answer her. You had no idea how to explain to your dramatic sister that you were indeed making out with Richard Madden without freaking her out. She always made mountains out of molehills, or even three stacked pebbles.

“Your name is Richard Madden, right?”

“Yes,” he looked at you, with a light chuckle. “I am Richard Madden.”

“Holy fuck. Y/N, what the fuck! Why didn’t you tell me you’re seeing him! I thought we were sisters, you bitch!”

You sighed. She was starting on the mountain-building now.

Richard raised his eyebrow and you rubbed your thumb against his nape. “Because I know this is how you’re gonna react.”

“Just to be clear, are you just making out or making out?”

“Y/S/N!”

“I’m sorry! And excuse you, you have yet to thank me for sending the photos to gramps and gran. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have met Richard and maybe wouldn’t even be making out or having sex with him or something.”

“Y/S/N! Oh my god, why did you call? Is there an emergency?”

“Oh, right! Mom and Dad are planning on renewing their vows. They’re inviting everyone in the family and all of their friends so the guests we’re talking about is in the hundreds.”

“Okay…?” Despite what you've told Richard and Gemma and some of your new friends, you were just in speaking terms with your parents. Your grandparents were a different matter. You loved gramps and gran.

“And being older than me, you’re the obvious choice as the maid of honor.”

“Right…?”

“Richard, you should come too.”

“I can’t promise. I might have some projects by then but I’ll try my best.” He pulled away from you after kissing your forehead.

“Great! I’ll add your name to the long table. So, Y/N, I’m gonna send you some contact information of the wedding planner and the organizer so you can coordinate with them for some other info. Mom and Dad said they’ll just pay for everything so don’t skimp out on the good stuff.”

“Can we talk about this later? I’m just—”

“Making out with Richard? Sure. I’ll give you a call in an hour or two.”

“Y/S/N.” You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“It was nice meeting you, Richard. I’m going to be expecting you at the wedding.”

He smiled. “It was nice meeting you as well, Y/S/N.”

“Okay, you two lovebirds. Go and make out. Bye, Y/N, love you!”

“Love you too, Y/S/N.”

You looked at Richard, unsure of how you’d tell him your family were the biggest, snobbiest group of people in the entire world.

“Are you okay, Y/N? You look shaken.”

“Just… peachy.” Your voice became strained as it rose to another octave.

Good fucking luck, Y/N.

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MC’s half Demon, and they look AWFULLY familiar...

‘Kay guys, I got a different kind of stupid Headcanon to throw at you. Get ready!

Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Part 2.5 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

*ahem* picture if you will, it’s the day the exchange program is set to start. The student council (nix Mr. Kill All Humans, Weeb-supreme, and our Scummy Sweetheart) have assembled to welcome the new human student. All is going according to schedule, the portal opens up at eight am sharp, they hear the pitiful screams of the selected human who was not given a heads up about the whole thing, and the poor little human falls straight onto the marble floor.

There’s something a tad... off about this human don’t you think? After they’ve peeled their sorry ass off the floor they observed the assembled student council with an air of sophistication and self importance that no one expected. Their posture was perfect, their eyes sharp and calculating... they bared a striking resemblance to-

“Lucifer,” Diavolo looked to his right hand man, then back to the human. “The human kind of looks like you!”

And out popped four pitch black wings from the human’s back and two small horns out of the sides of their head, one horn was a bit bigger than the other. They even still had some of their down feathers! How cute!

((Content warning: Swearing (I have a potty mouth, forgive me), but that’s it.))

Luci-dad

So, the MC is Lucifer’s kid! Of course Mr. Prideypants immediately tries to recall exactly what little romp in the human world uh... spawned this half-human half-demon child of his. Good thing MC’s got the other parent on speed-dial.

“Please note, MC,” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose upon hearing Asmo take even more pictures of his newly discovered hellspawn. “I was not aware of your existence, if I was I’d-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not upset.”

Lucifer blinked a few times in surprise. “P...pardon? You aren’t upset?”

“No, my parent told me that my father was a high ranking demon, and they bare no ill will against you. Though, I am looking forward to this whole... exchange program thing.”

Oh wow, that was easier than Lucifer thought. Damn. Well, he was a father... (let’s be real, he’s been parenting his brothers for thousands of years, and a good chunk of you sinners call him daddy)

MC is probably the most protected student at RAD, despite the fact that they have no visible security detail whatsoever. They didn’t want to be seen as... weak and pathetic.

Something about this human just... set the lesser demons on edge. Any talk of eating them was stamped out on the first day when they walked by. It’s like Lucifer himself was staring at them, daring the demons to try and bother the human. MC’s powerful presence kept them protected and feared.

...at least until dear uncle Asmo decided to do their hair one morning. All those ribbons may have looked adorable but they kind of ruined the intimidation factor.

MC loved to mess with the other students, keeping their lineage a secret for the first little while just made it so much funnier when the other demons tried to scramble out of MC’s way without looking like they were running from the ‘weak little human exchange student’.

Oh wow, what a sadist. Like father like child

Flying lessons are a must. Poor MC isn’t terribly good at controlling their wings, and their horns are still growing in so when they pop into their demon form the first thing they get is a sore skull. Ow... it sucks that Lucifer isn’t outwardly very sympathetic.

“Ow!” MC crashed face first into the grass in the backyard of the House of Lamentation. “Father! My wings are cramping! Can’t we practice this tomorrow?”

The sight of seeing his dear child crash face first into the ground had lost its hilarity after the first three times. Lucifer slowly lowered himself to the ground and crossed his arms as he stood over his incredibly grass-stained kid.

“MC, we’ve been ‘practicing this tomorrow’ for the past month. If you want to learn to fly you’re going to have to actually manage to stay in the air for more than three minutes.”

MC shot Lucifer a withering glare that only preteens were capable of, Lucifer matched it with his own much more sophisticated glare.

“You’ve been flying for over a thousand years! Don’t you have any tips that can actually help other than ‘don’t panic, you’ll look ridiculous’?”

Lucifer dragged a gloved hand down his face and looked around, the two were alone as far as he could see.

“MC,” Lucifer began. “When I was a young angel, I needed to learn how to fly with someone else.”

MC perked up. “Who?”

“Michael. The smug bastard picked up flying quicker than I did.”

“What’d you do?!”

Lucifer smiled at his child’s intense investment. “I practiced flying every day for five extra hours until I could do everything that Michael could do, just better.”

MC’s starry eyed interest died almost instantly upon hearing about the extra five hours of practice. “Humph, I bet I could outfly younger you and Michael with only two hours of practice a day.”

“Really now?”

“Yes! Watch!” MC shook off their wings and took off in a running start before shakily making it into the air. Their form was decent enough, and they weren’t shaking as much as the previous attempts. “SEE?!”

“Yes MC,” Lucifer smiled. “I can see.”

You know what else Lucifer could see? MC crashing right into a tree.

“Ouch...”

Okay... maybe they could halt practice a little early and order a treat from Madame Scream’s. A little sugar to refuel is needed when the end goal is crushing a mutual rival beneath their heels. Just some good old fashioned father/child bonding time!

MC has a smaller seat right next to Lucifer’s seat in the Assembly Hall. I will not compromise on this one.

For all your fluff needs, I give you: Lucifer teaching MC how to play the piano. He has a proud little smile on his face when his kid finally starts getting it. That’s all. Enjoy the image.

That one Uncle who gives you Alcohol at Family Gatherings (Mammon)

Yeah, when Mammon burst in late to the party and whining about everyone’s spamming him with texts to haul his scummy ass to the Assembly Hall, the last thing he expected was to see a mini-Lucifer.

“What the fuck am I lookin’ at?!”

The glare the two Lucifers gave the poor Avatar of Greed was enough to make him want to turn tail (uh, wing) and book it down the hall.

“Mammon, this is MC. They’re my child.”

“Hello.”

“...whaaaa..?” Mammon looked between the two, same glare, same intimidating aura, same annoyingly good posture.

Mammon scratched the back of his neck and looked over at his older brother. “Do I uh... still gotta babysit em’ if they’re not human?”

“The lake of Cocytus will melt the day I let you babysit without supervision.” Lucifer grumbled.

“I don’t need a babysitter!”

Despite Lucifer’s initial denial, Mammon and MC ended up spending a lot of time hanging out when Lucifer was busy with paperwork. Of course Mammon’s first thought was ‘how do I profit off this situation?’

MC is now Mammon’s designated babysitter after they caught him picking up their feathers that had fallen off with the intention of painting them white and claiming they were Lucifer’s from back in the Celestial Realm.

Mammon does end up spoiling MC a little. Just a smidge. They’re the kid of his totally not his favourite brother after all! How could he not? Whether or not these gifts are obtained legally or are legal at all is subject to scrutiny.

“Mammon, I can’t drink this!” MC placed the bottle of Demonus back on the counter of the kitchen.

“Why not? That’s a bottle of the good stuff! We gotta celebrate you gettin’ an A on that test somehow!”

“I’m underage! Incredibly underage. I’m not legally allowed to drink.”

Mammon wordlessly plopped a silly straw into the bottle. “...does that help?”

“No.” MC then inclined their head to the bottle. “And I don’t want to get hung from the ceiling, that bottle was in my father’s study yesterday, I’m above theft.”

“How old are you s’posed to be anyway? Never mind... uh...” Mammon wracked his brain for something else he could do for MC that didn’t cost anything (don’t judge him, the poor bastard was flat broke!). “I could... teach you to drive!”

“Driving?”

“Yeah! Drivin’ is awesome! We can take my car!”

The bills for the damages done to the car and the Devildom were mailed to Lucifer the next day, and MC and Mammon got to keep each other company as they hung from the ceiling. Ah well! At least MC wasn’t upside down!

Mammon wasn’t that good of a flight teacher either, he also crashed into a tree (the same tree MC crashed into, actually) when he was cheering for MC. They were finally able to do a loopdy loop! He was proud and distracted! Okay?! Lucifer! Stop smirkin’ at him! It’s not that funny!

At least the vantage point from the tree was decent and the branches didn’t scratch him up too badly. Oh hey... that person walking by was wearing a very nice watch... he’d be right back-

That Uncle That is Always Absent From Family Gatherings and When He is Present He Leaves Early (Levi)

He missed everything. That is not an exaggeration. He was in the middle of an online raid battle and couldn’t look at his phone! No Lucifer he can’t pause an online game! That’s not how it works!

Okay, the human exchange student is half demon? WOAH! THAT’S JUST LIKE THAT ONE ANIME- W A I T. THE LITTLE NORMIE IS LUCIFER’S KID?!

Okie doke, he was fully convinced that MC just had to be an anime protagonist.

They binged every series that Levi compared them to. Sure MC might have missed a few assignments because of late night anime binges, but they were too good for this school crap anyway, right?

Nope. Lucifer put a ban on the two watching anime until both their grades improved. Surviving that hell brought the two together.

“Ugh!”

The sound of a pencil case being haphazardly thrown across the room made Levi peek out of his bed-tub. If his figurines got knocked over so HELP HIM-

“This is stupid!!I shouldn’t have to catch up with this!” MC crossed their arms and gave their Demonology textbook their best disapproving glare.

Lucifer Lite (tm) was having a hell of a time trying to claw through their missed work, and Levi sympathized, he really did, it’s just... he was playing Animal Crossing-

Levi paused the game to placate his anime-buddy when their wings popped out and he feared for his rare merch’s safety.

“H-hey, MC? Do you need help?” Levi’s offer was met with a bone chilling glare that lived rent free in his nightmares ever since. He had pulled a Mammon and forgotten he was talking to Lucifer’s child. Lucifer’s allergy to help must have passed down to MC.

“No! I don’t! It’s just... dumb!” MC hissed, she turned and looked over at the fish tank. “Right Henry 2.0?”

Henry 2.0 did not respond.

“MC, you need to finish your homework or we can’t watch anything together,” Levi sighed, he had finished his work over an hour earlier. He had mastered the art of all night anime binges and managing to do most of his work in the fifteen minutes between the time he woke up and the time school was supposed to begin. “We haven’t even binged all of volume 4 of TSL yet!”

“Mmm...” MC grumbled. “Fine...”

MC picked up their pencil case and began continued their work. Levi breathed a sigh of relief and went back to Animal Crossing.

The tiny normie did in fact finish their work, only after they caved and asked Levi for help. Swore him to secrecy, they did... very intimidating, they were.

Just saying, he most definitely sent that one Keanu Reeves meme with big Keanu and little Keanu but with Lucifer and MC to the wrong group chat. Poor bastard.

Flying lessons? No. Levi hadn’t flown since his time in the Celestial Realm, he had no advice to give other than: “Flap your wings!”

“THAT’S WHAT I’M DOING YOU-”

MC didn’t get to finish that thought, they lost their balance and fell right into RAD’s fountain. Ah well, Levi had a head start on running for his life that he squandered by laughing at MC. RIP.

The Uncle/brother/whatever the fuck that Starts a Fight With Your Dad at the Family Reunion. (Satan)

Oh... another Lucifer? Eugh. Gross.

Satan gave the kid a wide berth when they first met. Everything the kid said or did ticked him off. “Tsk. Look at MC. Making an omelette. So annoying.” “Oh wow, MC vacuumed? Roll out the red carpet, we need to celebrate their existence!” “Look at them. Breathing. Disgusting.”

MC’s pride wouldn’t ever let them admit it but... they knew Satan didn’t like them, and it hurt their feelings.

“Shhhh,” Satan whispered into his backpack.

“Meow.” The backpack replied.

“I said shhhhh.”

The backpack did not reply after that, which was a good thing considering the little princet of the HOL was nearby.

“Satan?” They asked. “Who are you talking to?”

Satan coldly brushed past them as he made his way to his room. “No one you need to concern yourself with.”

When the little calico kitten was safe in his room, Satan quickly realized a mistake in his foolproof ‘sneak a cat into the house’ plan. He didn’t have any toys for the kitten, and he didn’t want his books getting scratched...

It was alright, he’d just rush out to the a store that sold cat things and rush back! Five minute trip tops!

Well when Satan got back the cat was no longer in the room. Oh dear. He discreetly tore apart the house looking for the poor little thing until he ended up finding it in the library, happily chasing around a loose feather being held up by MC.

“Oh, hello Satan.” MC chirped as the kitten batted it’s adorable little paws at the feather.

“My... my door was closed. Did you let the cat out?”

MC shrugged. “I heard meowing.”

Satan ran a hand through his hair and grumbled. Stupid smaller Lucifer. Stupid original Lucifer. Everyone sucked.

“Let me guess, you’re going to run to Lucifer and tell him all about the meowing and the rule breaking.”

MC shook their head and glared at Satan. “Of course not. I’ve already gotten way too attached to this little guy anyway. We’re co-parenting this kitten like mature adults.”

With some coaxing, Satan did sit down and play with the kitten, maybe MC wasn’t... so terrible.

The two watch Unsolved Mysteries together, that’s their show. “This guy did it.” “Satan, we’re two minutes into the episode-” “Trust me.”

Thirty minutes later.

“He did it.” “See MC, what’d I tell you?”

Lucifer did find out about the cat, but with enough pleading, MC and Satan managed to warm up the cold spot in Lucifer’s chest where his heart should have been. The cat’s name is Detective Toe Beans (or just Bean).

Satan can’t fly, he has a tail, but he did read up on wing anatomy and how flight actually works in demons, his advice would be good in theory, but it’s full of so much technical jargon that MC can’t understand it.

At least MC didn’t crash into something, they barrel rolled through one of the HOL’s windows. Good thing it was the window to their room. The broken arm still hurt like hell.

The Best Dressed Bitch Who Brings The Booze to The Reunion. (Asmo)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Lucifer’s kid was SO CUTE! A thousand pictures commemorating that adorable moment needed to be taken! Wait- Lucifer- GIVE BACK THE PHONE-

Asmo, surprise surprise, absolutely adores little MC! So cute! So small! He was just so excited to announce to all his Devilgram followers that Lucifer was finally a certified DILF.

That post disappeared five minutes after it was made but the damage had already been done.

Asmo made sure MC looked their best at all times, if they needed help talking to anyone? Asmo’s got their back!

Sure, maybe he’s a little pushy, but pushy’s a good thing sometimes, right?

“Asmodeus-”

“No, these shoes wouldn’t fit you...”

“Asmo-”

“No, not these ones either...”

“ASMODEUS.”

Asmo squeaked and jumped upwards, Geez Louise... little MC’s voice could sure be scary when they wanted it to be...

“I don’t need any fancy new shoes.” MC huffed, sitting up straighter in one of the chairs in Asmo’s room. “I thought this was supposed to be a sleepover.”

“Hmmm...” Asmo pouted. “Makeovers are an essential part of sleepovers... what’d you do with your human friends up in the human world that could possibly be better than a make-over?!”

MC began to list things off. “Ordered junk food, talked about people we hated, watched movies,”

“Greasy food is so bad for your skin...” Asmo cringed and shook his head violently. “But I’m totally down to watch a movie and bitch about people I hate!”

“Ah yes, human sleepovers, a tradition I never quite had the chance to enjoy.” Solomon said from Asmo’s bed. “Who are we bitching about?”

“Remind me what Solomon is doing here.” MC muttered as they sat down in front of Asmo’s TV.

“Because, I wanted to hang out with my two favourite humans.” Asmo cooed, reaching over and trying to pinch MC’s cheek, which they awkwardly dodged.

“Can we watch The Exorcist?” Solomon asked, propping his head up with his hands.

“Ew, no.” Asmo made a face at him. “That scene with the vomit? Hell NO.”

“Mm.” MC mumbled. Asmo turned to look at them.

“MC? Are you doing okay? You don’t look like you’re having any fun...”

“I’m fine.” MC grumbled.

Asmo pursed his lips, as much as it made his little narcissistic heart break, he nudged MC. “Why don’t you pick the movie, sweetie. I’m sure Solomon and I will like anything you pick!”

MC noticeably brightened. “Let’s watch Scream!”

The strangled noise that came from Asmo was... concerning, but to his credit, The Avatar of Lust held his tongue about his distaste for the movie, and the three slumber-party goers had quite the lovely time.

After the movie ended, MC went back to their room, sure it was a sleepover but their bed was right down the hall.

Good for Asmo and Solomon. Horny fuckers. We stan.

Asmo just claps and tries to cheer MC on when it comes to their flying lessons. (The idea that Asmo came up with to wear his cheerleader costume from the previous Halloween was immediately shot down by Lucifer)

“You’re doing wonderful, MC- WATCH OUT FOR THE POWER LINE!”

MC didn’t hit the power line, but Asmo’s scream of terror caused them to fall butt-first into a dumpster. Their injured tailbone served as a tragic memory of the incident.

Oh well, good thing Asmo had nice smelling soap to give that could mask dumpster-stink.

The Uncle that eats everything and tells you to eat your veggies while you angrily pick at your broccoli at the kid’s table. (Beel)

Lucifer... has a kid?! Beel choked on the cheetos he had snuck into the Assembly Hall when the kid’s wings popped out.

Oh wow, that’s nice :) maybe they can eat together. Belphie would probably like them.

Wait what is the gender neutral term for Niece or Nephew?

...Nibling? Uh... let’s not say that around Beel. We don’t need him to get hungrier and begin associating MC with nibbling on things.

The Underground Tomb incident probably went a little differently, but after all that nonsense, the two are closer than two peas in a pod!

Mmm... peas...

“Beel?” MC stepped into the Avatar of Gluttony’s room.

“Hi MC.” Beel was doing push-ups in the middle of the room, on the ground right beneath his head was a massive bowl of spaghetti that he bit into every time he completed a push-up. “Can you come stand on my back? I need the extra weight.”

“On your back?” MC padded closer. “Are you sure? It’s not going to hurt?”

“No, it’ll be okay.” Beel assured them. “Belphie and I did this all the time. Except Belphie is normally asleep.”

MC tentatively stepped onto Beel’s back. It was a balancing act to say the least, they eventually gave up on standing and ended up sitting cross legged between Beel’s shoulder blades.

“You did this with Belphegor?” MC asked.

“Yeah,” Beel sighed. “He was always too tired to exercise, but he’d let me bench press him sometimes...”

MC frowned and hugged their knees to their chest. Knowing full well that Beel’s twin wasn’t in the human world like Lucifer said was absolutely ripping them apart from the inside. Guilt felt just as rotten as their pride did when they were being belittled...

“Maybe you’ll see him again sometime soon.” MC whispered. “Maybe my father’ll come to his senses and let him come back down to the Devildom.”

Beel paused his push-ups for a brief moment, then nodded and went back to his eating exercising combo. “I hope so. He’ll like you, MC. I’m sure of it.”

MC nodded. “I... hope so.”

Beel’s a pretty decent flight teacher, but his wings are just so different from MC’s that it renders any tips he had next to useless.

“MC, maybe your wings aren’t flapping fast enough.”

“Beel, I appreciate the thought, but I’m not a hummingbird. Or a fly. I don’t need to flap my wings a million times a minute to stay afloat.”

Ah well, MC tried to take some of Beel’s advice, but their lower right wing cramped up and they ended up flying in circles until Beel was able to catch them. Ah well, better than the dumpster incident the previous week.

The Uncle That Passes Out in The Basement and You’re Not Allowed to Wake Him Up Even Though All Your Toys and Video Games Are Down There. He Also Picks a Fight With Your Dad’s New S/O Before He Passes Out. (Belphie)

Sitting in the attic was quite a drag, and this supposedly weak little human was quite the annoyance to try and call out to. It took a lot longer than expected, but when he heard little footsteps coming towards his prison, Belphegor nearly jumped with joy.

Oh... it... looked like Lucifer. Smelled like Lucifer. Stood like Lucifer. Quacked like Lucifer. Or... trilled..? Whatever sound a peacock made, this brat sounded an awful lot like Lucifer.

A... half-demon. Hmph. Belphie honestly thought Lucifer had actual standards. Not anymore, he guessed.

(Man I could fill a whole-ass fic with the Belphie betrayal thing, but for now let’s skip to post attic nonsense)

Okay so maybe MC wasn’t disgusting. They made a good nap buddy. It was cute when their wings came out when they were sleeping sometimes. Well... it was cute when they didn’t hit him in the face and make him wake up with his mouth full of feathers.

What Beel said had been true, Belphie made a good substitute when weights weren’t available, but Beel didn’t want MC to feel left out, so Belphie and MC ended up sitting on his back while he did push ups. MC once got bored and started playing Go Fish with Belphie on Beel’s back while he exercised.

Yes. MC is still a member of the Formerly-Anti-Lucifer League.

“Are you sure he’s not going to be too mad at us?” MC asked for the dozenth time that day. Detective Toe Beans was wrapped around their neck like a scarf (he had gotten so big!!!) while MC nervously sat in one of the Library chairs.

“Positive.” Belphie said with a toothy grin. “Besides, he’s like putty when it comes to you. Just give him your best puppy eyes and we’re not guilty on all charges.”

Putty..? Really..? Lucifer..? How strict was he before MC got there... they wondered.

“Sh! He’s coming!” Satan stuck his nose into a random book, it was the Oxford English Dictionary... and it was upside down.

Belphie pretended to pass out and MC decided that the best course of action was to stare deeply into their cat’s eyes. Yeah... that looked casual and not weird.

“Satan, MC, Belphie.” Lucifer nodded to the three of them as he walked towards the entrance to his study.

“Lucifer.”

“Afternoon, father.”

Belphie let out a cartoonishly loud fake snore that nearly caused both MC and Satan to break cover and start laughing.

Side note, Bean had adorable widdle eyes! That cute little face was just to die for-

“You three..!”

Belphie, Satan, and MC peeked their heads into Lucifer’s study, their handiwork was perfect. Everything was covered in red post it notes. Perfectly not harmful, but SO inconvenient!

“You’re all cleaning this up or so help me-”

“GO!” Belphie and Satan each grabbed one of MC’s arms (Satan also grabbed Bean) and sprinted out of the House of Lamentation. Maybe they’d move back there in twenty years... they hoped that Solomon and The Angels would let them crash at Purgatory Hall...

Belphie had used up his physical energy supply for the next four years. He passed out the moment they stepped into sanctuary. Time for a nap...

Flight practice? Ha. Belphie’s napping. Though, he was suspiciously awake and filming whenever MC did something stupid.

“Try not to suck so bad.”

“GO TO HELL BELPHIE!”

“I’m already there. Hell is every second I’m stuck here watching you fail.”

“YOU’RE GOING TO GET IT FOR THAT!”

Well... MC mastered the dive bomb that day. Lucifer bought them a cake.

Bonus! Your Dad’s New Husband! That Has Managed to Somehow Make Everyone Hate Him Despite the Fact That He’s A Cinnamon Roll. (Diavolo)

A mini Lucifer? A mini Lucifer!

Diavolo dotes on MC like he’d dote on his own kid. MC wants a crown? They’re getting a crown! A damn nice one too! MC wants a title? Here! MC is now... idk Ruler of the area between Majolish and Hell’s Kitchen.

Poor Uncle Mammon’s got some financial insecurity, he’s still the cool uncle... right?!

He is very much that ‘how do you do fellow kids?’ Meme.

He tries to do stereotypical ‘dad’ things but he’s not very good at them. Once he tried to host a barbecue...

Barbatos saved the day, but Mammon’s hair was still singed, Solomon’s cooking still gave Beel food poisoning (SOLOMON EATS TOXIC WASTE I SWEAR-), Luke still got hit in the face with a frisbee, and Simeon got an unhealthy dose of DAD NERVES and got so stressed everyone was almost blinded by the holy light he suddenly started blasting. We do not mention the water guns.

(Seriously whose bright idea was it to give Belphie and Satan water guns while they were in Lucifer’s presence?)

Praise Barbie. He’s too good for them.

“Um...” MC awkwardly held up the baseball, trying to look at it from all angles like it was a completely alien object. “Lord Diavolo... are you sure you want to play catch?”

Diavolo clapped his hands and bounced on the balls of his feet. “Yes! It’s a thing human fathers do with their children, correct? We must make up for lost time between you and Lucifer, right?”

Lucifer massaged his temples and nodded. “If you two would like to play catch...” Lucifer grimaced. “I will too.”

“Okay! MC, throw the ball to Lucifer!” Diavolo instructed.

Lucifer half heartedly held up his baseball glove as MC tossed him the ball. He caught it, and looked over at Diavolo, who was applauding like he just witnessed the greatest feat in sports history.

“Okay! Throw it to me!” Diavolo waved his glove in the air, Lucifer rolled his eyes and smiled. He threw the ball at Diavolo with... a lot of force. Enough force to probably dent steel... Diavolo caught it like it was nothing.

MC suddenly feared for their safety.

“Okay MC, catch!”

Diavolo threw the ball with enough force to break the god damn sound barrier. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but the ball sailed way over MC’s head and crashed right through a window.

“Oh my...” Diavolo put a hand on his hip and surveyed the damage to the window. “This isn’t so bad, I believe in human world TV shows this happens quite often. Look! The glass broke in a perfect circle!”

“Yay... property damage...” MC murmured.

Lucifer sighed and pulled out his DDD. “I’ll phone someone to replace the win-”

“Lucifer no! Now according to human world customs we must,” Diavolo took a deep breath, rushed forward, grabbed both Lucifer and MC’s hands and started sprinting away from the Demon Lord’s Castle. “RUN FOR IT!”

“Di- Diavolo!” Lucifer gasped.

“Who are we running from?! That’s your castle!” MC squeaked.

“I don’t know! Just run! That’s what the human TV show says to do!”

Weirdly enough, Diavolo was the best flight instructor. MC’s ability to fly increased tenfold after Diavolo found out that MC was learning to fly.

“You’re doing amazing MC! That was a perfect turn!”

“Thanks Lord Diavolo, I’m surprised I haven’t crashed into anyone or fallen yet!”

“Well, I highly doubt you’ll be crashing into anyone anymore, your flying is practically perfect now!”

Mammon proceeded to fly past them holding what looked like Lucifer’s wallet.

“M-mammon?!”

“Oh... I wonder what he’s doing. Look, MC! It’s Lucifer! Hello Lucifer dea-”

Lucifer ended up colliding with the two of them and sending them all crashing to the floor.

That was the last time MC fell during flying practice.

(We currently have a Go Fund Me set up for Mammon to get the funds necessary to flee the Devildom after that incident. Please donate to save- oh shit hi Lucifer-)

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a night in crimson valley

Summary: Reader is a bartender at the Crimson Valley Motel. After she is accosted by a drunk John Walker, a familiar face offers her protection and comfort.

Pairing: Biker!bucky x bartender!reader

Warning/s: language, violence, alcohol use; sorta fluffy end

Word count: 5.6k

Author’s note: I’m unsure whether I want to turn this into a series; please let me know your thoughts!

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Her nose burned with the scent of blood and cheap vodka, no matter how hard she scrubbed.

In the early days, when she had first been stationed at this bar, she had stocked the cupboard beneath the register with supplies. Lemon-scented bleach, candy-blue windex, a dried up tube of wet wipes. Every night before closing, she had tugged on a pair of yellow rubber gloves and gone to work. Rubbing, scouring, swabbing away every spilled shot, every stray fingerprint. The dirt and spit and grime seemed to accumulate instantly, and yet, she continued her sisyphean housekeeping, trying to paint over the bar’s run-down reality with a layer of chemical gloss. But, all of that effort was to no avail; this was a roadside establishment, so there would always be sloppy drunks, and there would, most assuredly, always be bar fights, new stains to replace old. No use in hiding it.

Now, she’d grown numb to it, the cleaning supplies below the register covered in an ever-thickening coat of dust. The once shiny, lacquered surface of the bar now reflected dully beneath the low light, encrusted with old dirt and sour deeds. The floor was sticky, a years’ worth of spilled cocktails accumulating in a tacky glue trap. The mirror behind the bar, its surface cloudy and warped, reflected the late-night debauchery of men in desperate need of respite.

Every night, she wiped foggy glasses with the same gray, fraying rag, watching the same blurred, bearded faces pass through. The Crimson Valley Motel, owned by (Y/N)’s father, was a dependable option for truckers looking for a night away from the cramped quarters and lumpy cots of their vehicles. With its low nightly fares and extensive parking, and her father’s promise of discounted drink prices at the attached bar, customers returned without fail. Even still, she tried not to grow too attached to any patrons. They were just passing through, after all, with separate lives waiting for them beyond the road and the walls of the motel. But, sometimes, she just couldn’t help herself.

Bucky Barnes was one such case.

The first things she had noticed the moment he walked into the bar two years ago were his eyes. Piercing blue, stern and ever-watchful, set beneath the overhang of his perpetually furrowed brow. That first night, he had nursed his whiskey glass with two gloved hands, staring at the bar’s surface as if he were trying to memorize every intricacy and flourish in its woodgrain. She had appreciated his presence ever since, so quiet and watchful, a stark departure from the raucous drunkards and wild military men who usually frequented the Crimson Valley Bar. And, despite the fact that he drank as much as the other patrons, he never seemed affected by the alcohol, his gaze as clear and haunting as ever, even well into the dark hours of morning. It almost made her laugh, his perfect stoicism and strong jaw, the classic image of unperturbed masculinity. But she could sense the ghost of some deep sadness in the downturned set of his mouth. His shoulders always seemed tense, and he continually shifted his weight in his seat, peering over his shoulder every once in a while, as if suspicious that he was being watched. It made her swallow any skepticism about his demeanor, instead deciding that he was likely a very broken man, deserving of the space and quiet his countenance demanded. For that reason, she never asked him any questions, never made a move to satiate that burning curiosity within her. Better to keep a respectful distance than stir up unwelcome memories.

She had never even really spoken to him, and only knew his name because she once caught his signature on a receipt. By the time she read it, he had whisked away to spend the night in his motel room and prepare for departure early the next morning.

Whenever he came back, it was like she could sense his presence, could feel his steely gaze sweeping the bar. It was comforting, a sweet bubble of solace beneath the humming neon and peeling rock n’ roll posters, a space of quiet surrounded by the pressing screech of electric guitar and deep boom of drums. She never knew when he would return, his trucking routes and schedule difficult to predict with such minimal information, but she secretly looked forward to it. Another day, another opportunity to unwrap the quiet mystery of Bucky Barnes.

Tonight, the bar was crowded. Hopeful thoughts of seeing Bucky retreated to the very back corner of her mind as she poured sparkling streams of amber liquid into lines of waiting glasses, shaking and stirring and swirling again and again in the rote, mindless motions that a full house required. She had no room to daydream, not on a Saturday night, when more lonely truckers sought out the bar for company, and when the local military base flooded in on their night out. In a room full of loud men with wanting mouths, she needed to work quickly.

On nights like these, the men mostly left her alone, too absorbed in their own festivities to take much note of her. Beyond the simple “pleases” and “thank yous,” they seemed to recognize that any attempt to strike up a conversation would interrupt her flow and leave her begrudging, frustrated, and not exactly an ideal conversation partner. But, some men couldn’t take a hint.

She had been cutting lemon wedges, concentrating on creating an even slice and avoiding her fingertips with the dull knife blade. She counted each slice before pouring the wedges into a chilled metal bowl, her movements precise and rhythmic. 1, 2. 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, pour… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, pour… 1, 2, 3--

“Hey, bartender! I asked you a question.”

She knew it was John before she even bothered to look up. She sighed heavily, placing the knife on the counter and wiping her hands before tilting her gaze upwards.

John Walker was another regular here, but her opinion of him was very different than the tentative infatuation she harbored for Bucky Barnes. To put it simply, she did not like John. Whenever he swaggered past the bar’s threshold, flanked by his two favored cronies, she shuddered. Unlike the relatively polite regulars who frequented the bar, John was demanding, expecting (Y/N) to cater to his every whim without complaint. He was, apparently, a favored recruit at the military base. She just thought he was a privileged asshole. One time, he refused to tip her because she didn’t smile at him when she served his drink. And, another time, he broke his glass on purpose just to watch her clean it up.

Now, he was staring at her, head cocked and arms crossed, expecting an answer to a question she hadn’t heard him utter.

She sighed again, leaning against the counter. “Sorry, John. Didn’t catch your question.” Her voice was flat, lacking in genuine sympathy. “Mind repeating it?”

“Can’t even listen,” he said to himself, shaking his head in disappointment. “As I asked earlier, did you water down my fuckin’ snakebite?”

She stared at him, eyes boring into his cold blue ones, and she thought for a second. She was annoyed by his interruption, but this could go poorly if she didn’t handle it with care. If she said the wrong thing, he could get offended, and she was the only woman in a room full of men. She could hold her own in a fight and had some experience with self-defense, sure, but that wouldn’t hold up against a man with John’s stature and training. She couldn’t predict if any of the other men in the room would come to her rescue if things went south, but she couldn’t really blame them. He was tall and strong, and had a temper to boot. But his fragile masculinity, which compelled him to talk down to her and order such ridiculous drinks as a snakebite, wouldn’t survive if she talked back. So, her decision was made.

“Well, John,” she said, her voice low as she smirked. “Usually, you’re already plastered by the time you make it to my bar. I always have to water down your drinks because you can’t hold your fucking liquor.”

His face darkened, brows drawing downwards in a chilling expression of anger. He gritted his teeth together and pushed back from the bar, motioning to turn away from her and back to his friends. “I can handle my liquor just fine, thank you.”

She cleared her throat, catching his attention. “Actually, just last weekend, you threw up all over the parking lot. My poor Pops had to clean it up.” She chuckled at the memory of her father, grumbling with a bucket and mop in hand, as John sat with his head in his hands in the front office. “You might not remember it, John, but I do. We all do.” The incident had occurred well before closing time, so many of the bar’s customers had seen it with their own eyes. One or two had surely caught it on camera.

“Are you fucking mocking me?” A vein popped out on his neck, his face growing read and hot.

She felt her pulse rise in fear, but she ignored it, hand resting next to the knife on the counter. “Maybe I am.” She leaned forward, leering at him. “What are you going to do about it?”

“What am I going to do about it?” He laughed incredulously, picking up his half-full glass and examining its amber-colored contents briefly before hurling it at the mirrored wall behind her.

She ducked, shielding her face from splattering liquid and broken glass. “Shit.” She dropped onto her hands and knees and crawled, frantically clambering below the bar for the cleaning cupboard. She knew how this encounter would go, but she was starting to realize that she shouldn’t have pushed it. He had never actually threatened her physical harm before, resigning himself to simply being an asshole. Tonight, that had obviously changed.

“Nuh-uh, where the fuck do you think you’re going?” His voice was still loud enough to pierce her eardrums over the pulsating music. He reached down to where she was, grasping for Windex in the dusty, cavernous cabinet, and roughly gripped her hair in his fist. He pulled up harshly, causing an unpleasant sting to radiate down her scalp. The breath caught in her throat.

She had fucked up. Badly.

He wrenched her close, until their faces were just inches apart. He examined her face, his own visage arranged in an unpleasant sneer. She looked straight into his eyes, unwilling to back down, even though she was frightened of what he might do.

“I should put you in your place.” His voice was quiet, only audible to her. She shuddered, lip curling in distaste. The sour taste of bile rose on her tongue at the violating way his eyes scanned her face, as if he were a predator examining his prey. A few patrons were watching, pausing their conversations to watch the show. But, none were helping, jumping up to arrive at her aid. A dark pit grew in her stomach at the observation.

He loosened his grip on her hair and she moved to pull back, but before she could, he spit in her face, a thick, hot wad of saliva landing on her cheek. Her mouth gaped in disgust, nose flaring, and she stepped back, wiping the insult from her face with her sleeve and slipping the knife she had been using earlier into her hand, concealing it behind her back. She retreated until her back was flush with the mirror behind her, eyes flitting wildly, trying to find a gap in the crowd where she could disappear and distance herself from him. But all she could see was his face, his hooked nose and hooded eyes, that awful, sneering expression, as he prepared to jump over the bar and bridge the gap between them.

But, before he could, his head slammed into the bar’s wooden surface with a sickening crack!

Her mouth dropped open in confusion, the rushing bout of adrenaline quickly waning in her veins as she took in the sight of John, head pinned to the counter by a gloved hand. Wait, is that--?

Her suspicions were confirmed when she looked up from John’s floundering figure to find Bucky, his hand firmly wrapped in John’s hair, his face contorted in an expression of rage. She had never seen him like this, nose scrunched, eyes dark. His eyes briefly flickered to hers, and when their gazes met, his face softened slightly, as if to provide her with some sense of reassurance. The breath stalled in her throat, but before relief could flood into her limbs, she saw John stirring in Bucky’s grip.

“What… what the fuck, man?” John turned his head, cheek pressed against the bar’s cool surface, to stare at Bucky out of the corner of his eye.

“Watch yourself, buddy.” Bucky’s voice was gruff and uncaring.

“Buddy?” John scoffed.

“Well, what’s your name, then?”

A laugh rose in John’s throat, bubbling over into a bitter, joyless sound. He was trying to intimidate Bucky into backing off, shifting his weight below him in an effort to distract him.

It didn’t work. Bucky simply pressed John’s face even harder into the counter, until the breath whooshed from John’s lips in a muffled, defeated gasp.

“I asked you a question.”

“Fine-- fine. Name’s Walker.”

“Well, Walker,” Bucky replied, leaning in close until his face obstructed John’s vision. “Keep your fucking mitts off my girl here.”

“What?” She couldn’t help it as the question left her lips in a surprised gasp. Bucky’s eyes flicked up to her again, lips pulling down in an embarrassed grimace, as if he hadn’t meant to call her that.

That moment was enough time for John to act.

Bucky grunted and stumbled back a couple of steps as John pushed out from under him. There was no time to think, no time to act, before John strode towards Bucky and socked him straight in the nose, Bucky’s head whipping violently to the side.

(Y/N)’s heart plummeted into her stomach. She stayed anchored to her spot in front of the mirror, unable to move. There wasn’t much that she could do. Now that John had initiated a physical fight, he likely wasn’t going to stop throwing punches until either he or Bucky collapsed. And with Bucky eliminated as a threat, there would be no one standing between John and her. With that thought, she brought the knife out from behind her and clutched it to her chest like a lifeline. She watched Bucky and John with rapt attention, waiting for the fight to turn back in her direction again.

Blood began to gush from Bucky’s nostrils in a thick stream, staining his lips a wet scarlet and dribbling down his chin. But, he smiled, shaking his head slightly and chuckling darkly.

“You’re really askin’ for it now, Walker.”

Before (Y/N) could even blink, Bucky sprung, landing a jab and a right cross that hit John square in the chin. He grabbed John by the collar and slammed him into his knee, the pure force knocking the wind out of John’s chest with a meek groan. Bucky pushed John roughly into a table and John stumbled, causing a chair to clatter and fall, but he remained upright, leaning heavily against the table.

“You going to fight back at all?” Bucky’s goading tone took (Y/N) by surprise. Why was he egging him on?

John snorted and cracked his neck, trying to shake an encroaching sense of uncertainty from his limbs. He pushed off from the table and began a slow, circling orbit around the center of the room, sizing Bucky up with a violent, wolflike gaze, pushing the other customers flush against the wall. Bucky simply stood in place and watched, trying to anticipate John’s next move.

John stopped circling when he was directly across from (Y/N), Bucky between them. She felt John’s gaze slide from Bucky to her, his eyes languidly raking over her body, sensing out her fear. When he saw the knife in her hand, he raised an eyebrow in disapproval, shaking his head. Her heart pounded, adrenaline beginning to thrum through her veins once more.

John widened his stance and bent his knees, assuming an athletic stance in preparation to tackle Bucky. Bucky imitated his movement, planting his feet firmly into the floor. John inhaled deeply through his nose, once, twice, and then, he took off, running towards Bucky at full speed.

The room watched in silence, holding a collective breath. The only sound was the pounding of John’s boots against hardwood, the music paused long ago.

He hit Bucky with the force of a mack truck. It was enough to knock anyone off their feet, even someone who had fared as well as Bucky in the fight so far. John hit him so hard that they went flying, suspended in the air for a moment. For (Y/N), it felt so much longer, watching her savior struggle against the grip of his opponent in midair, uttering a quiet “Shit!” as his back slammed into the floor. And then, Bucky was still, John crouched over his immobile form, a triumphant smile plastered on his face.

(Y/N) felt her body move off its own accord, pushing away from the wall, past the safety of the bar’s counter, towards the aftermath of the fray. Her legs quivered, a hard lump rising in her throat as she pushed towards the edge of the crowd. She couldn’t see Bucky’s face, his head concealed by John’s hulking body. A shudder wracked her body, her hope waning.

It was like John could sense her presence. He looked up, his sickening grin showing glistening, too-white teeth. She flexed her fingers, adjusting her grip on the knife. John’s eyes caught the movement, sensing the glint of low light against the blade, and he smirked. He was about to rock back onto his knees, to get up and finish what he started, when Bucky’s head slammed into his.

Disoriented, (Y/N) stepped backwards, once again flush with the crowd. One moment, she had been preparing to fight, to let the blood-soaked evening devolve into even more violence. Then, the next, Bucky had suddenly reanimated, an almost superhuman force driving power into his limbs. He bucked John, still reeling from the unexpected headbutt, off of him with an aggressive, thrusting twist. John tumbled and collapsed on the floor next to Bucky, who slowly knelt, then stood, eyes on John the whole time. When John didn’t budge, splayed on the floor with a distant, vaguely dazed expression, Bucky turned his gaze to (Y/N).

The room was dead silent, save for John’s labored breathing and the sound of Bucky’s boots against the hardwood as he slowly walked towards (Y/N). The room seemed to fade around the two of them, the confused, awed, and fearful faces of the spectating patrons blurred together in an anonymous mass. It smelled of sweat and rust and spilled liquor, but she didn’t care, because Bucky was okay.

“Anyone else?” Bucky asked the rest of the room, not taking his eyes off of (Y/N), even for a moment, lest she disappear, or worse. But she didn’t, staying rooted to the same spot, eyes glistening with gratitude. And no one responded to Bucky’s challenge.

When Bucky came to a stop a foot in front of her, the other customers began to quietly file out, afraid to utter any remarks that may provoke another altercation. John’s two cronies picked him up from the floor, hefting his arms over their shoulders and bolting for the exit, his boots dragging on the floor. (Y/N) watched them exit, watched them stuff John into the backseat of their car before they peeled out of the parking lot and took off with the screeching sound of retreating rubber.

“You know,” Bucky said, his voice soft in spite of the evening’s violent course. “You don’t have to worry about using that. You’re safe with me.” He pointed at the knife, still clutched in (Y/N)’s hands.

She looked down at the knife in her hands and then looked up at him, formulating a response, when she noticed that he had a gash on his jaw, as well as a still steadily-flowing nosebleed. The knife clattered to the floor as she reached for his hand. “You’re bleeding.” Her voice was thick with worry, regretting the fact that he had suffered for her sake.

He shook his head. “I’ve gotten worse.”

“Let me help you.” She glanced urgently around the bar, now empty save for the two of them. “I can close up and bring the first aid kit to your room. I owe you, after all of that.”

“You don’t owe me anything.” He paused for a second, considering. “But, sure. A couple of bandaids wouldn’t hurt.”

She smiled. “I’ll be there in ten.”

His brows creased together slightly, a chagrined smile curling his lips upwards. “Oh, I’m not leaving you alone just yet. We didn’t see where Walker went. He could be waiting just outside with those two other guys.”

She knew that both she and Bucky had seen them drive away, but she nodded anyways. “Alright. Just let me grab the first aid kit and my keys.”

“Deal.”

She picked the knife up from the floor and walked back to the bar, placing it gently in the sink. As Bucky walked towards the entrance, surveying the parking lot outside from the small, frosted window, she reached into the cabinet of cleaning supplies, pulling out a rusted, white box with a blaring maroon cross emblazoned on its front. She blew off the thin layer of dust that coated it and stood, grabbing her keys from the hook next to the mirror and joining Bucky at the entrance.

He turned towards her, noting the first aid kit, and grinned. “Room 102, here we come.”

She returned his smile as he opened the door, midnight air washing over them in a brisk, drafty waft. They stepped outside, engulfed in nighttime chill, and she shut the door and locked it, fumbling with the cold metal of the keys. Bucky stepped closer to her, his arm brushing against hers, his body emanating an intoxicating warmth. She welcomed his proximity, wondering if he could sense the fact that she was cold, as they walked across the parking lot to his motel room.

He pulled his key from his back pocket and slid it through the card swipe, the door unlocking with a crisp click. She was looking out at the parking lot, at the trees and darkness beyond, wondering if John and his friends were in fact lurking out there somewhere, biding their time for the right moment to strike again. He was definitely the type to hold a grudge for a night like this. If he didn’t retaliate tonight, he would soon, would let her soak in the fear for a few days and then arrive at the bar unannounced with dues to pay.

Bucky cleared his throat, and (Y/N)’s attention snapped back to him. She looked up at him, eyes wide and surprised, and found that his smile was gentle and knowing.

“You’re safe with me. Come on, let’s get inside. It’s cold.”

When they stepped inside, they were greeted with a welcoming warmth. The door shut behind them. He walked over to the little oak nightstand next to the single queen-sized bed and turned on the bedside lamp, its bulb washing the room in a dim, glowing halo of amber. She sighed, muscles relaxing, seeming to melt into the warmth, into the comfort of being somewhere besides the bar. She placed the first aid kit on the bed and shrugged off her cardigan.

“So, doc,” Bucky teased, approaching her at the foot of the bed. “What’s the plan? How’re you going to fix me up?”

“Well,” she said, squinting as she examined his face. “We’ll have to wash all that blood off first, so I can assess the damage.”

He gestured to the bathroom with one hand. “Lead the way.”

They walked into the bathroom and he flipped the light on, its white fluorescence a stark contrast from the soft light in the other room. She grabbed a bleach-white washcloth from the shelf above the toilet and turned on the faucet, dampening the cloth under the steady stream of water. She turned off the faucet and stepped back as Bucky leaned against the sink, crossing his arms.

“This might sting,” she said quietly, stepping into the space between his legs, his stance framing hers. He simply nodded in response. She tried not to think about their sudden proximity, the fact that she was alone in a motel room with a man who had risked his own safety to protect hers, a man she had been secretly pining over for a while now. Instead, she smoothed the wet washcloth in her hands and brought it up to his face, dabbing gingerly at a stream of blood that had dried on his cheek. When she brushed against the cut on his jaw, he winced, a sharp huff of breath leaving his nose.

“Sorry,” she apologized, trying to handle the cloth with light fingers. “He really got you there.”

“Even if that’s true, part of me thinks I should thank the guy.”

(Y/N) paused. “W-what?”

“Well, he’s an absolute ass. Deserved what he got,” he chuckled. “But now, I’ve got the pretty girl who works at my favorite bar taking care of me. It was definitely worth a couple of scrapes.”

“I--” her response died in her throat, choked by the deep blush that was creeping up her neck. She paused dabbing at his face, looking at him quizzically.

“Sorry,” he said quickly, noting her creased brow and parted lips. “Too soon.”

“No-- no. It’s okay.” She shook her head and smiled, moving the washcloth to his upper lip as she wiped away the evidence of his bloody nose. I just didn’t think you felt that way, too.

After a few more minutes of tense silence, (Y/N) trying to avoid direct eye contact the whole time, lest her blush return, his face was clean. She stepped back and examined her handiwork before throwing the bloodied washcloth in the waste bin and leading Bucky back into the main room. She sat down on the bed, its springs groaning in a rusty bounce beneath her, and she opened the first aid kit, searching for a suitable bandage for his jaw. He knelt on the floor in front of her, placing his hands on the bed on either side of her, caging her in with his arms but refusing to let his touch drift any closer without permission. He watched her fingers flit indecisively between the different band-aid choices.

Finally, she plucked one from its box, carefully unpeeling its wrapping. Bucky tilted his head slightly, allowing her easy access to the cut on his jaw, and she delicately placed the band-aid over it, careful not to press too hard against the tender skin. Her touch unconsciously lingered a moment longer, lightly caressing his face with the pads of her fingers. But after a few seconds, when she didn’t pull away, they both inhaled sharply, his face quickly growing hot. Their eyes met, and she dropped her hands to her sides, his piercing blue gaze boring into hers.

He blinked and stood, walking over to the door and hunching down to glance at the parking lot through the peephole.

“I should get going,” (Y/N) said, voice hushed as she snapped the first aid kit shut. She stood, grabbing her cardigan, preparing to meet the cold outside and run to her permanent room. “Thank you. For everything.”

He turned away from the door. “Hold on.” His voice was grave, a stark contrast to the light, flirty turn of the evening since they had entered his room. “We still don’t know if he’s out there.”

(Y/N) bit her lip and shifted her weight, silently grateful for his hesitancy to let her be alone. “What are you suggesting?”

“You can take the bed.” He gestured to the spot on the carpet between the bed and the door. “I can take the floor.”

“A-are you sure?”

“If I was in your position, I wouldn’t want to be alone,” he said, voice rough and quiet. “But, it’s your decision to make. I can walk you back to your room, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

She thought for a second. She agreed with Bucky’s observation that John may still be out there, lying in wait, and he had been spot-on with the remark that it would be frightening to be alone after tonight’s violence. So far, Bucky had proven himself to be good. She felt comfortable around him. He didn’t try to touch her, and he still gave her options, despite the fact that he seemed oddly protective of her. She knew that he wouldn’t hurt her, that he wouldn’t try to slip into bed next to her in the darkest hours of morning. He was a good man. He would live up to his promise and give her space, acting as a blockade between her and the outside world. For tonight, he would be the promise of warmth, of comfort, of safety.

“I think I’d be more comfortable here. With you.”

“Alright.” He offered a simple reply, walking over to her and taking the first aid kit and her cardigan from her, placing them on top of the dresser. “You’ll be safe with me,” he reassured her, bending down to look her in the eyes when he said it, uttering each word with heavy truth.

She nodded and bit her lip. When she felt her blush creeping back up her face, those stern, icy blue eyes of his fixated on her, she turned away, directing her attention towards the bed, hands smoothing over the covers. She grabbed a pillow, its blanched case stiff and rough from continual washing, and handed it to him. He smiled and took it, humming a low laugh and placing it on the floor next to the bed.

She pulled back the sheets as he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Her eyelids were suddenly heavy, her body absolutely exhausted, but grateful for a safe place to rest after the day’s peril. She felt herself lull into a hypnotic state of rest before she could even pull the covers over her body, listening to the rumble of the motel’s heater and the whoosh of cars driving past on the distant highway.

Bucky finished in the bathroom and tiptoed to the closet. He grabbed the extra blanket from the top shelf, its woolen fabric starchy and coarse, and plopped it onto the floor next to his pillow. Then, he looked down at (Y/N), curled up on the bed, already halfway into a dream. He sighed, a soft smile gracing his lips, and he reached for the blankets on the bed, pulling them up over her sedated form. She shifted under the covers, settling into their warmth, and he turned off the bedside lamp, the room submerged in a sudden, but not unwelcome, darkness.

✧

She woke to light streaming through the gap in the curtains.

The room smelled of lavender detergent and carpet cleaner, and of something distinctly masculine and unfamiliar, the scent of mint toothpaste and rainfall. She stretched, her body grateful for a restful night as memories of the previous day trickled back in. John’s threats, Bucky’s heroism. Her shyness, her inability to tell him how she felt, despite the fact that he so clearly reciprocated those feelings he had hinted at.

She sat up in bed and looked around the room. On the floor next to her, the spare blanket was folded neatly, the pillow she had given to Bucky the previous night stacked on top of it. His duffel was gone from its perch on the dresser. Any trace of him had disappeared, save for the scent that hung in the air and the memories that clung to (Y/N)’s brain.

She sighed, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and standing up. She had a lot of work to do today. She supposed that she should probably clean up the bar after last night’s incident, and should break open the cleaning supplies that she had left untouched for so long. She wished that she had had the chance to say goodbye to Bucky before he left, a faint sense of longing gripping her throat. But, at least the cleaning would take her mind off of that, for the time being.

As she stood, she brushed through her hair roughly with her fingers, gathering the first aid kit and her cardigan. She surveyed the room one last time, bathed in soft morning light, when a square of white on the nightstand caught her eye.

Brows furrowed with confusion, she walked over, abandoning her things on the bed. On the nightstand was a notepad, an uncapped pen sitting next to it. A brief note was scribbled on it.

Call me if he comes back.

Or, if you need me. For anything.

-Bucky

The message was followed by a phone number.

(Y/N) ripped the note from the pad and stared at Bucky’s slanted, spiked handwriting for a moment, noting the sharp angles and rushed script of his letters.

She stuffed the note in her back pocket and smiled.

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kakashihasibs · 2 years

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Yamato for the headcanon meme?

Alright okay hmmm

1) realistic.

I know i really love the idea that Yamato gardens and takes care of plants, but i don't think he actually does. When we see him using mokuton it's always very structured, which makes sense since he studies architecture! But i think for a long while he actually ends up sort of distancing himself from the more "natural" uses of mokuton as a way of separating himself from Hashirama. (Not completely of course, we see him use deep forest emergence after all)

If he takes up gardening I think it's after retirement. When he is relaxed and able to feel completely free from being used as a weapon 😌 as much as that is possible for any shinobi.

2) hilarious.

This isn't funny but yaknow. I've seen a lot of people write Yam as a lightweight when it comes to drinking, but with the healing factor of mokuton i think he'd actually be able to out drink anyone. Like if yam wants to be drunk he has to work at it.

Which means in that omake with Asuma, how much did yam put away while poor asuma sat there watching askdjdkdl (i dont do this anymore but my idea of it is like when, at a party, i sat down at the bar and lined up more shots than i want to admit to and drank them all one after another 🤦 yam does that but bc of his weird healing abilities it's like if a regular person just drank a beer or two in somewhat quick succession)

4) unrealistic.

I am his trophy husband (joking). Uh idk I'm just vibing with the yam loves older pop music headcanon tbh.

Honestly with the drinking and the pop music Yamato's vibes in any bar setting is just profoundly weird and wonderful. You watch some random ninja guy drink more than anyone should physically be able to and sure he gets drunk but he isn't like dead from it and then he gets up to sing material girl by fucking Madonna. I love him.

3) sad.

Okay listen i have like the worst headcanon that I haven't said at all to anyone bc it's honestly distressing so these are outta order so i can put this under a read more. Brief CSA mention (more as an analogy) under the readmore. Read at ur own discretion. (Long and the short of it: the curse mark is like hella traumatizing)

SO I've thought a lot about that fucking curse mark on all the root agents. Bc it like haunts me. Danzo puts it on CHILDREN!

So like a lot of the seals and curse marks we see being made usually require: direct contact, blood, and occasionally like a ritual sort of setting.

Ugh okay so okay baby not yet tenzō whose only experiences up til that point have been surviving torture and experimentation and being 'rescued' by Danzo who only wants him to become an emotionless weapon for the nation state.

Danzo tells tenzō that he should be grateful for merely being alive. Convinces tenzō he cannot ask anything more. You have that dynamic going into what is most likely a ritual setting (maybe) with a grown man putting his blood covered fingers down this kid's throat specifically to keep tenzō (and any of the root kids) silent about Danzo. Anything that danzo does or orders is forcibly kept secret.

Danzo wants absolute power and control of the root agents. Like that has to be deeply and profoundly traumatizing. Even if tenzō didn't understand it then i have no doubt that that shit pops up later in life as flashbacks and intrusive memories. I think it affects him in a very similar way to how CSA affects people.

Like yam has probably been to a dentist once and never again. And I'm done now. Is this sad and awful enough?

(Edit to add: what i think is really getting to me about the curse mark is that it isnt to keep state secrets safe. No, it is specifically to prevent root members from talking about Danzo. Danzo isn't protecting konoha he's protecting himself. So no one can expose his abuses and crimes. So he doesn't have to face an consequences. AAAHHHHHHHH D:< i hate that man)

#sorry for that last one #also sorry for typos #ask #ask game #ben replies #yamato tenzo

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dialovers-translations · 3 years

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS II Vol.1 Ayato VS Laito [Track 3]

Original title: ざわめく心

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS II Vol. 1 Ayato VS Laito [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru & Hirakawa Daisuke

Translator’s note: I am really digging the underlying themes of this drama CD so far! Whether it’s the tension between Ayato and Laito related to their past, or the many implications of the MC’s awakening and what it does to her body, etc. This is all stuff I wish the games would touch upon a little more, especially the latter! The scene where Ayato prompts to bite him in particular, I found very fascinating! In HDB, they refer to Yui’s awakening quite often, but only in a few chapters/routes, they specificy that she also has to drink blood now, while in the rest it is kept rather vague. :S

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Track 3: Restless Heart

*Rustle rustle*

*Thud*

Ayato: ...I doubt he’ll be able to track us down any time soon soon. ...Honestly, you should get a lil’ better readin’ the room!

You tilt your head to the side.

Ayato: It was my perfect opportunity to give that mysterious freak a good punch in the face. Come on, this way. We’re gonna hide underneath the table.

*Rustle*

Ayato: There’s honestly no reason to hide, but you kept on complainin’...Geez, why are women always such softies?

You smile, noting on his unusual kindness.

Ayato: Haah...? I-I’m not being nice or anythin’! I’m my usual self! Anyway, come here!

Ayato pulls you underneath the table with him.

*Rustle*

Ayato: I’m sure while we’re hidin’ down here, it’ll give that guy some time to cool off his head. ...More importantly, why didn’t you just take my hand right away earlier?

*Rustle*

Ayato: Answer me...Oi.

You hesitate.

Ayato: You weren’t thinkin’ ‘bout grabbin’ his hand, were you?

You keep quiet.

Ayato: The silent treatment, huh? Che...You should know that won’t get me to forgive you better than anyone. You really never learn, do you?

He pins you down.

*Thud*

Ayato: If you won’t give me a proper reply, I’ll keep on repeating the question to your body, until you finally decide to be honest with me.

*RIIIIIIP*

Ayato: You actually...Hahaha...Gave me the cold shoulder because you were hopin’ I’d do somethin’ like this, no? Heh. Even if you deny it, I’m pretty sure an idiot like yourself is still capable of realizin’ things would turn out this way.

You turn your head to the side.

*Rustle*

Ayato: Just admit it...That you want to feel good through my fangs...All you have to do is upset me after all. Isn’t that true? You see, I don’t dislike that erotic side of you...However, Chichinashi, you keep on refusin’ to accept that part of you. But you know, ‘cause you constantly deny it, I can’t help but want to ask you over and over...

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: Like this...

*Rustle*

Ayato: Come on, show me your neck. I’ll suck you. ...Hurry up.

*Rustle*

Ayato bites you.

*Sluuuuurp*

Ayato: Haahn...Mmh...Haah...Your blood really is delicious. Haahn...

*Sluuuuurp*

Ayato: Mmh...Nn...Haah...But...It feels a lil’ different from usual. Is this ‘cause of the lunar eclipse as well?

*Sluuuuurp*

Ayato: Mm...Nnh...Hah...Nn...If you’re bein’ affected by it, then...Hahaha..I guess you’ve started awakenin’ after all?

*Sluuuuurp*

Ayato: Hahn...Mm...

*Rustle*

Ayato: Haah? Are you scared? I asked the same question before, but why are you so afraid of it? Come on, this side of your nape is up next.

He continues sucking your blood.

*Sluuuuurp*

Ayato: Nn...Hah...Well, I don’t particularly care ‘bout a Vampire woman’s blood either, but as long as the blood belongs to yoーー ...Woah there. I nearly ran my mouth. ...I guess it’s ‘cause of that damn moon? Geez. Bein’ a Vampire can be surprisingly annoyin’ at times as well.

*Sluuuuurp*

Ayato: Hahn...Mm...How’s that? You’ve gotten heated, haven’t you?

You try and hide your flushed cheeks.

Ayato: Idiot. Don’t hide it. I can tell regardless. All it takes is a little touch...To tell whether you’re feeling good or not. ...I’m feeling great. Your blood has started circulating through my body. I feel as if I’m about to go high. Come on, let’s enjoy things a lil’ differently today. (1) ...Come here.”

*Rustle*

Ayato: Closer, much closer to me...

You scoot over.

Ayato: Exactly. ...Here we go.

*RIIIIIIIP*

Ayato: You should try bitin’ me.

You seem surprised.

Ayato: Why, you ask? To check whether you’ve actually awakened or not, duh.

You seem skeptical.

Ayato: ‘I can’t’, my ass. Do it.

You shake your head.

Ayato: Haah...Switchin’ it up between bein’ bitten or bitin’ can be nice every once in a while, you know? Besides, you might surprisingly enjoy it as well.

You are afraid to hurt him.

Ayato: It’s just a lil’ game. Come on.

You give him a gentle bite.

Ayato: ...! Idiot! When you just lightly nibble like that, it only tickles! Do it stronger. Like how I’d bite you.

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: ...!! ...Hahaha! Mine aren’t that weak!

You bite him stronger.

Ayato: ...Ugh! Yeah, that was better. Hahaha. The moon is totally to blame for this. My senses are in complete disarray. Who would have thought Yours Truly would ever enjoy the kind of fucked up shit (2) Laito’s into. Haah...

*Rustle*

Ayato: However, only right now, it’s kinda fascinatin’ to me. Haha...Chichinashi. How did I taste? Your moist lips...they look great. Mmh...

Ayato kisses you.

*Smooch*

Ayato: How’s that? Did you remember that you belong to me now? Come on, say it.

You hesitate.

Ayato: Well? Did you remember or not? All you need to do is nod your head, you know?

He holds you close.

Ayato: You are mine. You don’t belong to that shitty bastard Laito. Right?

You start crying.

Ayato: ...!? Oi! Why are you cryin’!? I don’t understand!?

You sob.

Ayato: Ah...Fuck! Don’t cry, I said! Do you want me to suck your blood more or somethin’?

You shrug, shaking your head.

Ayato: Haah...? You don’t know...?

He pins you down underneath him one more time.

Ayato: In that case, I’ll take it as a sign that you want me even more. So I’ll give you exactly what you want. As you wish...

*Rustle*

Ayato: Right here, on your shoulder...You quite like it here, don’t you?

Ayato bites you once more.

*Sluuuuurp*

Ayato: Hahn...Mmh...Nn...You really have no idea how you keep on pushin’ us ‘round, do you?

*Sluuuuurp*

Ayato: Mm..Nn...Hah...Timin’ those tears of you perfectly...Mm...Nn...

*Sluuuuurp*

Ayato: ...Your tears have dried? Right?

*Smooch*

Ayato: What’s with that expression? Why do you seem so surprised?

You suddenly get up from underneath the table.

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: ...Woah!?

You run towards the door.

Ayato: ーー Oi, Chichinashi! Where are you goin’!? What if Laito finds you, aah!?

You leave regardless.

*TIMESKIP*

Laito enters the room.

Laito: ...Oh dear. Playin’ hide-and-seek over there, huh? You’re rather mean, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: Laito...!?

Laito: Not only did you neglect our match, but you even made Bitch-chan cry, it seems? Fufufu...~ You’re such a cruel man, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: You’re the last person I want to hear that from...!! In that case, I don’t mind pickin’ up where we left off right here, right now?

Laito: Nfu~ I like that idea! Honestly couldn’t wish for more. ...However, since our prey just so happens to be on the run right now, why don’t we do it like this...?

Ayato: ...Hah?

Laito: A hide-and-seek showdown. To see who can capture this poor lamb on the loose first, that is~

Ayato: So whoever catches her first, wins?

Laito: Exactly! It might not bring that same sense of satisfaction as throwing fists does, but it’s still plenty fun, no? With our senses somewhat disrupted, I think it’ll be even more exciting since we can’t just easily seek her out through scent alone.

Ayato: Hah! Bring it on! I can already picture where she would have run off to.

Laito: I wonder? Do you truly understand how a woman’s mind works?

Ayato: ...Ah!?

Laito: Nfu~ Well, let’s give it our best shot. To find what is ‘ours’...~

Ayato: ...Keh!

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) He uses the verb いく or ‘iku’, which usually means ‘to go’, but can have some sexual implications such as ‘reach a climax’ as well.

(2) Ayato refers to letting the MC bite him as an ‘act of perversion’.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #diabolik lovers VERSUS II #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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jaskiers-sweetkiss · 3 years

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The 4 Times Luke Got Sick + The 1 Time He Got Julie Sick

Pairing: Julie x Alive!Luke (college AU)

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: light swearing, non-fatal illness

Summary: Luke was always getting sick. It was probably the worst things about being roommates with him, Julie decided. That, and when they’d first moved into their dorm Freshman year of college he’d tried to hit on all her friends. It seemed like every year the poor guy went through at least one serious bout of illness that Julie would have to practically nurse him back to health from.

A/N: I got 2 anon requests for sick!Juke this week, one for a College Roommates AU where Luke constantly gets sick and Julie takes care of him and another where they’re friends and neighbors but have crushes on each other that don’t come to light until they both get sick together feat. Mothering Rose. I decided to combine them since they had a similar theme, I hope that’s alright! As per usual, let me know what you think and send me a message if you’d like to be added to my taglist! Also, I am taking requests right now so feel free to send those in!

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1 - Freshman Year

“Juuuulie,” Luke called from his bedroom.

“Whaaaat?” Julie called back from her own room, making no attempt to get up from her bed.

“Can you come here so we can stop yelling?” He whined and she rolled her eyes but rolled out of her bed unceremoniously.

Given the coed nature of the dorms, they were each provided a small separate bedroom connected with a combined living room space that currently could use a good vacuuming, she noted as she walked through it before pausing at Luke’s door. It was only about three months into the semester and while Luke and Julie had become fast friends through their love of music, she hadn’t really been in his room before.

She raised her fist to give a hesitant knock, not really sure what the protocol was.

“You can come in,” he laughed but for the first time in their conversation, Julie noticed that his voice seemed a little off.

When she stepped into the room she immediately knew why. Luke lay in bed, slightly propped up by his pillow. She immediately noticed how red his face and nose, in particular, looked and the pile of used tissues next to the bed.

“Woah, dude, are you sick?” Julie exclaimed, immediately taking a step back in an attempted to put as much distance between herself and the sick boy as possible.

“Yeah,” he croaked sheepishly, “Sorry, I guess I should’ve warned you.”

“Ya think?” She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest but smirking to let him know she wasn’t that mad about it. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Um, yeah, actually. I was gonna ask if you could run down to the market and get me some chicken noodle soup?”

Julie nodded, happy to be able to help her sick friend.

“Sure! Is there any medication I can pick up from the pharmacy for you or anything?” She offered but he shook his head, pulling open the top drawer of his bedside table revealing that it was full of various medicines.

“I, uh, came prepared,” he said with a self-deprecating chuckle. “My immune system is pretty shit.”

Julie nodded.

“I better get you that soup then, huh?” She said kindly, starting to feel awkward lingering in the doorway.

“My wallet is in my jacket pocket,” Luke offered, pointing to the coat hanging in his closet.

Julie nodded in silent thanks as she pocketed the piece of leather, closing the door on her way out. Despite the sunshine, it was a short but chilly walk to the campus market, which was fortunately only a couple of blocks away from their residence hall. She located the soup fairly quickly but stopped to look through the tea options, grabbing a box of peppermint and chamomile tea bags. The check-out process was fast and she was back in her dorm only a few minutes later.

Before even taking off her coat or slipping off her shoes, she put the soup in the microwave and started up her electric kettle. While she was waiting she then busied herself with hanging up her coat in her own closet and leaving her shoes in their designated spot by the door.

“What are you doing out there, Molina?” Luke groaned from his room when the kettle started whistling.

She quickly switched it off, bustling around the designated “kitchen” area of their dorm for a mug to start steeping the peppermint tea. No sooner than she placed the teabag into the mug had the microwaved beeped, signaling that the soup was ready. Bowl in one hand and mug in the other, Julie pushed the door open with her shoulder, slowly stepping into the room in an attempt not to spill either of the hot liquids in her hands.

She gingerly set the mug on a cleared space on Luke’s desk before handing him the chicken noodle soup.

“What’s that?” He asked, gesturing to the mug with his spoon before eating some of the soup.

“It’s peppermint tea,” she answered factually. “My mom always makes it for me when I’m sick, it supposed to help with congestion and should soothe your throat.”

“You’re the best, Molina,” Luke said graciously, slurping another mouthful of soup.

“Damn right I am!” Julie laughed, “Let me know if you need anything else, I’ll be in my room.”

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2 - Sophomore Year

Julie wasn’t entirely sure why she hadn’t anticipated this. Maybe she’d hoped that all the elderberry and echinacea tea she’d made him drink last year had actually helped his immune system, but nope. November had rolled around and with it, cold season and cold season meant that Luke would undoubtedly get sick. He wasn’t lying, his immune system really was shit. This year was worse though. While last year it had been a series of bad colds, this year it was the flu.

She’d found out when he’d vomited in the middle of a rehearsal with the band they’d formed at the end of the previous year with two other guys they’d met in one of their music classes.

She’d been keeping an eye on him all day as he’d been shivering a lot and seemed especially pale but she had figured the boy knew his immune system better than anyone else and would say something if he was feeling sick. Obviously not.

“Oh my gosh, Luke! Are you okay?” She gasped, rushing over to rub his back soothingly as he bent over the trash can in the spare music room they’d occupied for rehearsal.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said, waving her off as he stood back up with the intention of picking his guitar back up.

However, Julie stopped him, placing her hand against his forehead with a frown.

“You have a fever.” She said disapprovingly and he sighed.

“It’s fine Molina, we gotta practice.”

“Nuh-uh.” She insisted sternly, sticking out an arm to hold him in place. “You are not gonna get the rest of us sick. I’m driving you to the campus health center and then we’re going home.”

Luke huffed and rolled his eyes but relented, moving to slide his electric into its case and grab his jacket.

“Whatever you say, boss.”

“We’ll see you guys later,” Julie sent Alex and Reggie an exasperated smile before following the boy out.

The campus health center confirmed Julie’s suspicions, it was the flu. They picked up his prescription medicine at the campus pharmacy next door before heading back to their shared dorm.

“Will you make me soup?” Luke pleaded as Julie made sure he was settled comfortably in his bed, his lip stuck out in an irrefutable pout. “And Mama Molina’s special tea?”

Julie smiled at the nickname which Luke had coined last year as Julie often referenced her mother when taking care of the seemingly constantly sick boy. The name had stuck and then been made official when the guys had visited her over the summer break and Luke had accidentally called her mother it. Rose Molina fell in love with it instantly and now Luke, Alex, and Reggie all exclusively referred to her as such.

“Of course,” she said, rolling her eyes lightly. There was nothing special about Mama Molina’s tea, it was just a cup of peppermint tea with a little bit of honey but it had seemed to work wonders for Luke last year and he much preferred it to the cocktail of cough syrup and sinus pills he’d normally take.

As she delivered the steaming soup and tea, Julie prayed that her superior immune system and flu shot would keep her safe from contracting her roommate’s illness while she took care of him. Still, she tried her best to keep her distance while keeping an eye on him.

She started him on a new Netflix series in an attempt to keep him from going stir crazy in the dorm while she was in class. She picked up all his missing work and made sure he had plenty of soup and tea (peppermint in the daytime to clear up congestion and soothe his cough, and chamomile in the evening to help him sleep).

“You’re too good for me, Molina.” He said sleepily as she tucked him into bed one night.

“I know,” she responded with a smirk, patting his cheek lightly before leaving, turning off the light as she went.

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3 - Junior Year

Luke’s annual illness came later the next year. All November and December Julie was on high alert, ready at a moment’s notice to grab a can of chicken noodle soup from their cupboards and start up the kettle, but the moment never came. They’d finally moved out of the dorms this year, now living in an off-campus apartment with Alex and Reggie, which meant they had more room for Julie to store her supply of soup and tea and she had two backup caregivers.

When the new year rolled around and Luke still hadn’t shown any signs of getting sick, Julie had remarked,

“Maybe you’ve finally built up your immune system enough.”

The next week Luke was calling for her from his room across the hall.

It was the flu again but this time it was easier.

Julie, Alex, and Reggie took turns taking care of their sick roommate while the others were in classes, though everyone agreed that Julie had to be in charge of the tea. Despite Julie’s insistence that it was easy to make, Alex and Reggie refused after their first attempts had been scorned by Luke who insisted they did it wrong.

“You are such a drama queen,” she’d said, rolling her eyes at the boy as she delivered the tea.

“You’re the best, Molina.” He’d said as he took a sip, ignoring her comment on his dramatics.

“Shut up and drink your tea.” Julie laughed, brushing off the compliment as she turned on Netflix, taking a seat on the other side of the living room.

___

4 - Senior Year

After what all their friends had insisted was years of tension and pining, Luke and Julie got together just in time for Luke to catch pneumonia. It was the worst virus Luke had caught yet and Julie was silently glad that their relationship was new enough that they hadn’t kissed yet. Judging by Luke’s state, she hoped she never got pneumonia.

He had a fever for the first few days and Julie, Alex, and Reggie did their best to keep their distance, only coming into his room to deliver soup, tea, water, and medicine. Once the fever had disappeared, Luke was allowed to rejoin the rest, though only from a distance. The four roommates spending the afternoons in the living room together to keep the boy company as he laid on the couch. Still, even with the fever gone Luke spent the next week and a half nearly hacking up his lungs every time he coughed and with stabbing chest pains.

“You’re not eating your soup,” Julie noticed one afternoon as she did her homework on the opposite side of the living room, Alex and Reggie both in class.

“I’m not hungry,” Luke whined, pushing the bowl farther away on the coffee table.

Julie frowned, getting up from her armchair to perch across from him on the coffee table, picking up the bowl.

“Babe, you’ve gotta eat,” Julie said pointedly and Luke frowned at the term of endearment, knowing she was using it to convince him to do what she said. “The doctor said you’d have a loss of appetite, but you need to eat.”

“C’mon, open up,” she instructed, holding out a spoonful of soup.

Luke huffed, glaring at his girlfriend but opening his mouth anyway, allowing her to spoon-feed him.

“Wow, I did not think Luke could get any needier,” Reggie remarked as he stepped into the apartment, Alex coming in behind him.

“Don’t get used to that,” he added, “Cause I will not feed you while Julie’s in class.”

Julie laughed, ruffling her boyfriend’s hair affectionately before feeding him another spoonful.

“I don’t deserve you, Molina,” he said affectionately between bites.

“Don’t you forget it, Patterson,” she smiled.

___

+ 1 Year Later

After graduation in May, Julie and the Phantoms released their first full album and began their first tour in the fall thanks to the large following they’d accrued through their posts on YouTube since sophomore year and the success of their album. They’d had been touring for a couple of months before they finally took a break, just in time for Christmas.

Alex, Reggie, and Julie had all made plans to spend the break with their families, Reggie staying with his older sister and their family and Alex and Julie with their respective parents. However, Luke’s parents had found themselves on a business trip out of the country which is how the boy ended up spending his first Christmas at the Molina’s. Ray and Rose had been more than happy to have the boy stay with them when Julie explained the situation, though Ray had insisted on a strict policy of the two never being alone in the same room before Rose reminded him that Julie and Luke had been living together for five years and were grown adults.

The Molinas and Luke had a lovely Christmas together but when Julie woke up two days later she wished they had instituted her dad’s No Alone Time policy. She groggily made her way to the kitchen, rifling through the pantry for the peppermint tea to soothe her sore throat and hopefully clear up her sinuses. Before she could get very far though, her mom walked into the kitchen, immediately catching on to what she was doing. Julie rarely reached for tea on her own, hot chocolate being her hot beverage of preference, so Rose knew something must be up when she found her daughter rifling through the tea shelf.

“Go lay on the couch, Niña,” she insisted, ushering her daughter out of the kitchen, “I’ll take care of this.”

Julie did as she said, finding her favorite blanket from the basket in the corner and cuddling up on the couch. Her mom came in a few minutes later with her favorite mug in hand, setting it down on the coffee table in front of Julie.

“Don’t burn yourself, it’s hot,” Rose warned, placing a soft kiss on the top of her daughter’s head and patting her shoulder gently before returning to the kitchen to start on breakfast for the family.

It was only a couple of minutes later that Luke stumbled down the stairs calling her name.

“Juuuulie?” he pouted as he made his way into the living room. “Will you make me some tea?”

Her eyes went wide with the realization of how she’d gotten sick as she clutched her own mug of tea in her hands.

“So this is your fault,” she gasped, voice thick due to the congestion.

“What?” Luke asked, tilting his head in confusion, the fogginess in his brain from having just woken up and being sick preventing him from connecting the dots quickly.

“You got me sick.” She accused, narrowing her eyes at her boyfriend who’s eyes widened in response.

“Oh my gosh, seriously?” He asked, concern immediately filling his voice. “I’m sorry Jules.”

“I haven’t gotten sick in over four years and all it takes is one germy kiss from you,” she whined and Luke barked out a laugh before wincing at the pain it caused his throat.

“Well, the good news is we can recover together,” he said, plopping down on the couch and snuggling into her side.

“Luke, honey, do you need a blanket?” Rose asked as she returned to the living room, another cup of tea in hand, the woman obviously having overheard them from the kitchen. Luke nodded sheepishly and Rose smiled, setting the tea down in front of him and crossing the room to grab a blanket.

“Thank you, Mama Molina,” he said graciously, wrapping himself in the fleece material and picking up his tea.

“Anything to get the two of you better before you have to go back on tour,” she said, patting both their shoulders lovingly before going back to her cooking.

Julie groaned at the reminder. They were supposed to start back on the road in a week, but with Luke’s track record of illnesses, there was no knowing how long either of them would be sick this time.

Fortunately, thanks to a diet of Rose’s homemade chicken noodle soup and tea remedy as well as medication, Julie and Luke were feeling better in a couple of days.

“I’d always known, but now I really see where you got your nursing skills from,” Luke remarked on the first morning he’d woken up able to breathe through his nose.

Julie grinned.

“You sure are lucky to have the Molina women in your life,” she teased.

“Damn right.” He nodded sincerely.

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seriouslysam8 · 3 years

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Hello, Sam!

I have just started reading your series Moments in Time that I saw Breanie recommended and I must say, it is absolutely wonderful so far!

Croup: This was not at all what I expected! I stumbled across this universe recommended on Breanie’s tumblr and thought I better start in order. PUH-Tunia really is a bitch! You can just see the abuse already inflicted on him and he’s only three! The mental anguish of a three year old being told he can’t have nice things because he breaks them can’t have been good for poor Harry! No wonder’s so unsure of everything later on. Yelling at him because he’s sick like it’s his fault! Im surprised she even gave him medicine! Wanting him to sleep outside in the “frigid air” and only deciding not to because the neighbours might see really says a lot about her personality. Ive never read anything from Petunia’s point of view before but well done. I hate her even more than before. I look forward to following this new adventure that is your moments in time universe. Great read!

The Boggart of Grimmauld Place: This was just so heartwarming! Harry getting to spend even a little time with Remus and Sirius at Grimmauld Place was what was missing from canon. Memories of his grandparents, learning about them. It was just lovely! When Harry is ashamed of wanting Sirius to embrace him a little longer my heart ached for that poor boy who never got to feel real hugs and affection. He thinks he should be ashamed for wanting to feel it and he shouldnt! I blame for petunia for that. I meant to say that in Croup how she touched his forehead to check for a fever and he flinched like he’d been expecting her to hit him. Poor poor little Harry. I love how you play on the connection here between Harry and Sirius and even parallel it to the Potters and Weasleys. Harry being surprised that he would be in Sirius’ will at all. Harry just being surprised that people care about him. Makes me want to just give him a hug! What abeautiful story! Thank you.

Hide and Seek: This was so fun! I love the thought of them all playing hide and seek in Grimmauld Place and everyone joining in! Remus and Tonks making out in the cupboard was the best! It was definitely my favourite part and Sirius just teasing them! Hermione thinking something happened between Harry and Ginny. I loved how Harry opened up a little to Ginny. You could see he was actually really comfortable with her in a way he’s not with people. Absently massaging her wrist, touching her. He was caught up in her without realizing he was caught up in her. Adorable! The second addition was wonderful! I love how Ginny just took control, loosening his tie, taking off his jumper… they are the superior couple! While I am a tad disappointed to not see them making out at the end, I loved this story. Thank you.

Seventeen: Wow! This was a story I didn’t know I needed. Harry and Ron lovingly admitting they’re brothers warms my soul. I love that touch of giving them matching watches! Was that canon? If not it should be. Mrs weasley feeling guilty over Sirius is so like her. She loves and cares for Harry as if he’s her own son and it’s wonderful to see. The last bit with Ginny was perfect! They definitely had to do more than the uninterrupted kiss and I love how Harry just basked in her. The end made me so sad! His heart breaking over missing her birthday, lost opportunities. Very beautifully done! These one-shots are amazing and I look forward to reading more of them. Thank you.

The Demise of Walburga Black: This was absolutely amazing! The image you crafted of them laughing like lunatics as they destroyed her portrait was awesome! What I like most so far about your writing is how you gently weave in Harry’s relationship with the Weasleys. I love the idea of George moving in with him and Ron, that Harry would offer his home to him like that. I love that Harry goes to Mr Weasley for renovation advice. I think its so hot that Harry would renovate the Muggle way (so sexy to see men in a tool belt and I’m going to assume he’s shirtless and sweaty). I love that it was Angelina’s idea and how you casually had Ron toss in that George and Angelina were already sleeping together. George not really being drunk, is that because he drank a lot to cope with Fred’s death? I think it is. Harry’s reaction to being caught by Mrs Weasley, how his guilt eases into pleasure that Mrs Weasley would call both himself and Ron George’s “younger brothers” and his glee in being lectured by her in a motherly fashion. And dont even get me started on the scene with Ginny! The way he gushed on his drunken ramblings about making a home with her and wanting to raise a family and her not wanting to get her hopes up because he’s so drunk! I laughed out loud when Harry said that drunk Harry wants to do dirtier things with her or something like that. Just wonderful all around! Where’s Teddy in this story? I know he lives with Andromeda in canon but I thought I read that you have Harry raising him. Ah well, maybe the next tale will answer that question! Thank you.

That’s all I’ve had time to read so far, but I just wanted to say thank you for writing such a rich and vast universe! I can definitely see why Breanie recommends you so much! I have a few questions if you don’t mind.

1) What made you decide to write a story about Harry’s early childhood from the point of view of Petunia instead of Harry?

2) Do you think Petunia and Vernon physically abused Harry when he was little? It’s fairly obvious he had psychological abuse, but do you think there was more?

3) Do you think Ron and Hermione knew Harry had never played childish games like hide and seek as a child? Do you think the others knew and that’s why they all agreed to join in?

4) When do you think Harry actually started to notice Ginny? Was it in his fifth year and he just didn’t realize or do you think it was later? There is the scene where she puts him in his place over the possession bit and of course when they get kicked out of the library together. What are your thoughts?

5) Was it canon that Ron and Harry have the watches of Mrs Weasley’s brothers?

6) Do you believe George could handle his alcohol better because of his age or were you insinuating he had become accustomed to the drink after losing Fred?

7) Where is Teddy when Harry lives at Grimmauld Place? From the summaries of your stories I got the impression Harry raised him. But I haven’t read any further so I may be wrong.

Sorry for so many questions, but I am curious. I look forward to reading more. Thank you for your time. You’re amazing and I love your work! Thank you.

I have been following your review journey and getting more and more excited the further you get into the universe!! I am going to try my damndest to answer all these asks you’ve sent today but I have an incredibly busy weekend, so it may take me a little bit to answer them all especially if you’re asking specific questions since I won’t have access to my computer a lot. So, I will answer all your asks, but give me the weekend because I want to give you the best and most detailed answers I can!

1.) Honestly, Croup and Brontide (I promise, no spoilers) are the reason I started this as a series. I mentioned Harry had croup a lot as a child in Brontide and then wanted to write a companion piece. I thought, what better way to demonstrate Harry’s childhood then telling a story through Petunia’s POv because she’s absolutely horrible. Plus, I didn’t think I could get into the mindset of any other POV for that story.

2.) I definitely think there was physical abuse as well. It’s indicated in the books (Harry knowing to dodge away from a frying pan or something). So, I do feel they did physically abuse him as well. He has a few scars to show from it.

3.) No, I don’t think they knew. Maybe some suspected it but not know. I think everyone was just sick of cleaning Grimmauld Place and wanted to do something fun. It didn’t matter it was a child’s game. They just wanted something to do.

4.) I think he started to like Ginny as a friend in fifth year. I think he started to notice her as someone more than just Ron’s little sister. I don’t even think he noticed how he felt comfortable around her in fifth year either. I like to think all the dots started to connect earlier than 6th year but Harry just didn’t know what it all meant. Then 6th year come and he’s like crap… I really her! But it was building, unknowingly, to Harry before then. Ginny had been slowly forming into her own person in Harry’s mind and he felt comfortable and liked what he saw. He just didn’t connect it romantically at that time.

5.) No, the watches isn’t canon. I wish it was though. Honestly, when I wrote it, I totally forgot they mentioned Ron getting a brand new watch in canon until months after I wrote the story.

6.) George was a bit of an alcoholic after the war. It’s mentioned more in-depth in Brontide. But he definitely held his alcohol better because he has been spiraling into alcohol abuse for months by that point.

7.) So, again it’s mentioned in Brontide, but Teddy lived with Andromeda for the first year of his life before Harry gained custody of him. Andromeda didn’t feel comfortable with Harry raising Teddy at first. Once she got to know him and see how much Harry cared for Teddy, she handed over custody to Harry so that Teddy could live a more normal life and have parents and siblings.

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stray-tori · 2 years

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Arcane S1 | live comments compilation

I watched Arcane, and spammed a discord channel so here’s all my reactions.

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Finally started arcane and the slow motion beating up makes me laugh more than anything sdyddssxf

Idk if sths wrong with me but it kinda loses the inherent oomf and panic to it, for me.

i felt like it was trying to show intimidating it was for Powder (don't know her actual name yet. unless that is her actual name wheeze) to watch but HHH idk i just have my intuition shdhshsh.

Also holy hell Vi pls put those two strands of hair sticking to your cheek away they and their small constant shadow irritate me so much

these two hairs just stick there for their life help

I am wrecking my tiny brain about the technique used for this though. I'm guessing a mix between 3d models or at least 2d mapped onto it and 2d puppeting/rigging

"were gonna be fine right?" Yup totally - until the blue stone thingies chilling in the ocean explode on y'all.

Sir could you decide between "it's good that it's gone" and "you shouldn't come back from a job empty handed" What a complete 180 lmao

NOOO NOT THE OVERHEARING ONE PART OF THE CONVO AND MISUNDERSTANDING. MISSCOMMUNICATION HOW MUCH I HATE YOU

also holy hell the enforcer lady's voice

Oh boy i sure know who has another piece of evidence and won't show it to Vi and therefore won't know it's good that it's gone bc she just MISUNDERSTOOD *Combusts*

WAIT NO WERE GOOD

Thank god I mean no probably not this will likely go horribly but they talked and she showed the stones THE FUCK whomst is this guy and why does he have berserk-go-potions

WHY DO YOU HAVE THE STONES ON YOU NOOO

Well hello pretty rich lady [Mel]

Whoa i rly love the comp of them searching the bar cellar. We don't know where the kids are hiding and each look he takes is framed from inside the place. Big suspense. Love it

So many victors, no victorias Also oh no

= EP 3 =

Nooo vandor :(( enforcer lady is right everyone wants to have war pls don't go sjsjsjsj nvm take him away holy fuck what is happening

NOO THEYRE DOING THE SLOW MOTION THING AGAIN ADAESRSFE this is serious brain goddamn it dxfsfeg

Whoa the shot of Victor writing on the board from the side with him starting a line close to the camera

"... Crack it up..." shdhsjsj I like victor. "wait a minute this isn't my bedroom" VICTOR ILU

[ Tori found a fave ]

ANOTHER VICTOR HELP I mean there's only 2 but it's funny that it happened twice

I also rly like the council lady whose name i couldnt understand yet shshdh Pretty. And i like the way she talks idk

also Nooo enforcer lady :( rip to her voice

Holy hell that violent crying was so good. Like... Intense and upsetting but just... Idk so real? I don't remember seeing something like that from someone in animated media before... esp a main character. Or maybe I'm blanking on it

Eyyy they utilized slow.motion in a way that didn't make me laugh shdhsh

the monster drink is actually terrifying holy hell. He also seemed kinda out of it when he was given it.... Poor guy.

Also oh NOOO WHY DID SHE THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA aaaaaaa

Also thank god for putting Vi’s hair down on the side No more infuriating cheek hairs. I won

Oh shshdh Silco for dad? I hope that's his name i think so sjdhdj Yeah this is no bueno.

It's also kinda the whole miscommunication concept again. Wanted to go back for her but Mr. Enforcer was like Nope. But i mean i guess that's good bc they probably would have died but oh no the emotional baggage

I'm just kinda like. Laying here trying to process all that...

= EP 4 =

Dang what a glow up tho

Victor... Why you panicking about the decade... Do you not have the time? My tpn-taught alarm bells are going off.

I actually cried only once yet and it was after Benzos death when Vi hugged the white haired kid.

Say about Silco what you want but he asked for both sides of the situation. I respect that.

NO I HATE BEING RIGHT. VICTOR :((( HE COUGHING. Aaaa TvT

Also holy hell jinx needs help The visuals are so cool though

excuse me where’s my man's victor opinion on all the council stuff happening >:(

ENFORCER LADY WOOO

Excuse me Jason (jup i thought “jayce” (jas) was a nickname for Jason, kill me now) and the council lady?? I don’t feel like he had that chemistry with her so far?? and i dont think it’s that I don’t notice because I think he has good "chemistry” (platonic) with blue hair. And I'd argue victor too, though that’s moreso my fond-ness of their setup and meta-dynamic I guess. ... And they were (science) partners :((( Plus the angst of dying :( sad

OH EXCUSE ME YOU ARE NOT DOING THE CUTS BETWEEN THOSE TWO THINGS OH I HATE THIS I LOVE IT BUT :(((

thank good he didn't fully die though i would have thrown my phone out the window

I will say as epic as this is i do think it's quite jarring to realize that of all the previous main cast, Milo and Claggor died (and Vandor and Benzo). Notice something? No hot girls. Milo and Claggor both had fun non-made-to-be-hot designs, one chubby and the other just... Like he's a nice design and I liked him but he ain't the prettiest guy, just saying. And then they died leaving a cast of majorly super attractive girls and while i awooga at that i also just. Man. Why? Everyone is just seemingly made to be attractive if they're part of the main cast. I just think it sucks that two of the most stand out designs just got killed off. It almost feels intentional or like "well they'll die anyway so we can make them not conventually pretty". Idk, not a fan of that...

= EP 6 =

Smol Victor!!

Hold up that's the guy that was with Silco isn't it shdhsjsj oh noo

"She's dying" Well victor can relate to that WHEEZE

(victor talking to the smol council member about legacy) GREAT IM CRYING.

Has my dip into consuming gay Media tipped my scale of het romances bc boi this feels so artificial to me shshshs Like i love them both individually but somehow with them together I'm just like *squints*

[added later:]

I just don’t think it came very naturally, to me. and on top of that it feels very politically motivated. The one genuine moment was when he told her Victor was dying, to me. And with them going into Caitlyn being into girls and the somewhat clear connection between Caitlyn and Vi, but I don’t think the same has held true for a male counterpart? I ackknowledge that there aren’t a lot of men in the main cast, and I don’t want to say that non-het men have to be included; but I guess I just felt that there was a quite good setup for a deeper connection to be explored with Victor and Jayce, and instead both of them got a female love interest (though I didn’t think Victor was interested in her, but still she existed). Now, I know that I’m just seeing things, and I don’t particularly wish for this relationship to have the sort of energy I was hoping it could, but I guess to me what happened there was as if Vi and Caitlyn got their first trip together and then they’d both gotten someone else to be paired off with.

...

Mang i rly love Jayces talk about how he can't do anything now. I'm not sure if i even see them romantically i just rly like the whole setup and dynamic of it... I have this thing where i kind of want to see a "ship" just as... Being each other's special person..not necessarily romantic/sexual but just... Idk. Priority over others,i guess? It's hard to explain, it's kinda like TPN trio for me ig? Tho that leans into romantic sometimes but i guess that sort of weird middle ground between the two.

WAIT THATS HER PAINTING?? I THOUGHT THAT WAS THE BG HOLY HELL LADY BIG TALENT.

okay i know I'm weird about seeing gay things but between last eps cuts between deathTM and the deedTM and now transitioning from her body centered to his? Idk man sus. There's definitely intent to inherently associate Victor with their blooming romance. And i think it's more meant to contrast that he is all alone BUT SHJSSJ.

Hmm. "It's not what you think. She's with an enforcer" i wonder if she rly does think that or just says it like that to mess with Jinx. Because i could see both shsusjsjs. But i felt Vi was pretty obvious in showing she wanted to get her back.

SILCO DONT YOU DARE KILL THE LITTLE GIRL IS2G

Victor is so awkward help i love him when science partner leaves :( sad life.

OOH ITS THE SCAMMED DUDE. HI FRIEN

THE HUG :((( i thought she wasn't real bc they weren't showing her wound sjshs.... Man jinx... Please let her explain... Aww well I'm glad that she didn't want her to be taken away at least.

= EP 7 =

Wait is this the white haired kid-

IT IS. IM SLOW

Victor no pls i can't take it if they make him a low-key antagonist or he dies as a deformed creature please :((

"love [and legacy] are the sacrifices we make for progress" "Jayce will understand" HELLO?? OH MY HEART-

VICTOR NOO

Jayce go back to the lab pls

oh my god did jinx just explode sth on herself acfdgfd- if so how did she survive that

Also another cool instance of slow motion

= EP 8 = Silco seems to genuinely care for Jinx it's kinda endearing.

And also i love how now the same thing is happening to Silco. People arent satisfied with how he does things, tho to be fair for different reasons than Vandor - but i think it's interesting how the children thing kinda ties them together. I wonder if Silco will have a moment of empathy or like giving a goal up or sth because of how he grew attached to Jinx...

LMAO IS THAT A HOWL REFERENCE

ECHO'S (im writing every name based on how i hear it forgive me, i can’t hear) ALIVE WOOO

EY VICTORS THING WORKED. POG. UH. Victor why are you doing more- stop there, oh god

also Jinx' braids are cool but holy hell do they look inconvenient

ah yes, let the random BG character who of course likes him find victor doing this thank you

WAIT NO I DIDNT WANT THAT TO HAPPEN TO HER HOLY HELL welp i am in shock.

oh no caitlyn

= EP 9 = wait last episode oh no

hmm i understand that Vi is hardened but I'm quite shocked how unphased she is by the death. despite her own losses... idk oh okay nvm she did seem upset there

tough stuff... im generally always agreeing with "war bad" but in things like these, is there a really a peaceful way to deal with it? give him everything he wants? I mean he just wants to make it better... but it could always backfire later, shady businesses being made, all that... it’s difficult.

try to kill the arcane, arcane will push back

Him putting the ashes and being like “I don’t even know where you’d like it” :((( that is... so sad. poor victor. and he'S STILL DYING ON TOP OF EVERYTHING GODDAMN IT

NO THE PARALLEL SHUT UP. MUTUAL SUICIDE PREVENTION HELLO??? sobs. falls onto the ground.

LIKE I LOVE MEL BUT CAN SHE GIVE ME THIS??? NO SHE CAN’T :/

the way Jayce agreed about the weapon but he actually meant the hex core... the hex core is far more dangerous than the weapon... idk why it obliterated her (bc no runes on her?) but if that gets weaponized holy fuck

oh man look who's getting the same speech Vandor got. i guess there's no appeasing anyone ever ahh

Jinx protecc. this deal would benefit him too, right? but he wont do it bc of Jinx oh man

(council freaking out) NO NOT THE UNINTENTIONALLY COMEDIC SLOW MOTION AGAIN HELPPPPP HAHAHA

listen im not a fan of silco either Jinx, but he didnt rly wanna betray you PLEASE

"we're missing someone" walks up with a plate NO YOU DID NOT. JINX IS2G

HOLY HELL YOU GAVE ME A HEARTATTACK

im :((( can just every other part of silco die and we can keep the dad part? I’m aware he’s not great and not handling her mental state well but they could grow together idk sdhjsd-

is she gonna shoot herself i live in fear.

well thats worse. but i mean the peace wouldnt have happened anyway bc Silco wouldnt have given them Jinx, oh man

... i uh

#arcane #arcane reaction #arcane comments #tori comments #tori has opinions #tori talks #long post

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dapandapod · 3 years

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Lambert the lark

On Ao3 here!

This one is for @mayastormborn, because singing Lambert and because Lambert looking very much indeed like Paul Bullion with his curly hair and fancy beard. I had fun.

Beware the swearing and actually rather filthy songs that Lambert likes. Oh and a surprise sentimental thing in the middle there. It was supposed to be a 5+1 but writing is hard so it turned into a 4+1. Please enjoy!

1. The bar

Let it be known Lambert likes to sing. Let it be known that when Lambert is drunk, he sings very loud.

Most patrons of the tavern he favours in the little shit town Mulbrydale, they know.

Most people living close to the tavern know too. And all the horses in the stable behind the tavern.

Yes, it is known that Lambert likes to sing.

The poor bard entertaining for the night is looking rather exasperated, and there is a bet going on in the corner when the bard actually will just march out. Lambert couldn’t care less. Earlier that day he got paid for a job well done, a basilisk tormenting the locals' livestock decapitated and shoved into the eldermans face.

It was glorious.

So it only makes sense to have a glorious finish, beer foam stuck in his mustache and voice roaring louder that the poor blond lad trying to play his lute. How the fuck does the loud drunk ginger know every song?!

It takes another three tries at a ballad until the bard gives up. Or rather, explodes.

“IF YOU ARE SO KEEN ON SINGING WHY DON’T YOU TAKE THE FUCKING STAGE?!” He screams at Lambert.

Money changes hand in the corner, the bard storms out, and Lambert takes the stage.

Let it be known that Lambert loves Fishmongers Daughter and knows all 27 verses.

Let it be known Lambert still did a better job pissdrunk than the actual bard.

2. The bath

Hot springs are the best thing ever. Really, nothing is as good as settling in to one of the stone pools and soaking in the slightly-too-hot water. Best thing those fuckers funding Kaer Morhen back in the days ever did.

Lambert leans back against the stone, his angry orange locks curling even tighter in the steam. In the next pool over sits Jaskier and Eskel, Geralt is still wrestling with his towel by the wall.

“Hot springs are the best thing ever.” Lambert says, voicing his thoughts. If the moan from Jaskier is anything to go by, he agrees.

“Move over.” Geralt mutters after finally being defeated by the towel.

Lambert opens an eye to peer at him, then spreads his arms across the edge of the pool and closes his eyes again.

“Asshole.” Geralt says fondly, then proceeds to climb over Lambert to get down into the pool.

Stark naked.

Lucky Lambert wasn’t looking, because otherwise it wouldn’t have been Geralt calling Lambert names, but Geralt instead declaring what Lambert was seeing.

“Aaaasshoooooleee.” Lambert sings, his voice bouncing around the walls, giving it a rather otherworldly feel.

“Oooh, nice resonance! Do it again!” Jaskier sits up a little straighter.

Lambert smirks and peeks at a glaring Geralt who now is soaking too.

“Aaassshoooooooolee.” Lambert sings again, and Jaskier joins him, harmonizing. It sounds lovely, so they do it again and again, creating a little melody.

“Please.” Geralt huffs, but he is smiling.

“Nah, I rather like it.” Eskel says agreeably, and really, if Geralt dislikes it Lambert has to continue. Those are the rules.

They experiment a bit with tempo, making it canon, Lambert taking a really low note that Jaskier can only barely meet, and oh the discord of that note sounds great too.

“I'm going to steal your job.” Lambert declares to Jaskier, when they dry off. “Im going to get so much fucking coin.”

Jaskier only snorts.

“I would like to see you try.” He says, amused.

Oh, little bard, you just wait.

3. The night

Silence is different in the woods. Especially at night. The way that everything is asleep, even the trees quieter than in the day. The fire crackles merrily anyway, the wood popping and fizzing. Lambert is feeling a little forlorn, he sits close to the fire and stares at the flames, hugging his knees to his chest.

Aiden is half laying on his bedroll next to him, working on a leather braid for his saddlebags.

It is strange, Aiden is right there, but Lambert feels lonely.

Achingly alone, small among the giant trees, old in a world that forever is new.

His mother died long ago. But her voice comes to him, words half forgotten and a melody that reminds him of honey and of sleep. Before he realize it, its leaking out.

He is humming, a deep murmur in his chest. He can see Aiden look up at him from the corner of his eye, but he keeps his eyes on the flame. Idly he drags his chin back and forth on his freckled arm, letting his beard scratch and soothe him. The heat of the flames feels good, his back too cold in contrast.

“What is that song?” Aiden asks quietly, he, too, afraid to disturb the night.

Lambert finally looks over at him, the light dancing on his face, making his hair look like its own fire.

“I don’t really know. My mother sang it to me.” Lambert never speaks of her. But this is Aiden, and the world is sleeping, and he tastes honey.

“Will you sing it for me?” Aiden asks, of course he does. This is why Aiden is here.

The words are old, the language has long since changed. He sings of rolling hills and budding flowers, of rivers feeling lonely and luring travelers into their cold embrace. He wonders if that is how drowners came to be.

Aiden watches him all the while, the braid still in his hands. Lambert watches the fire, sings lowly into the night.

It feels good, singing her song to the darkness. It feels ever better when he stops and peeks through his locks at Aiden.

Aidens face is hard to read, but his actions are not.

“Get over here, wolf.”

With Aidens arms around him, with the taste of honey on his lips, the crackling of fire behind him, Lambert joins the forest in its slumber.

4. The fight

It’s raining, fuck, it’s pouring down. Thunder is rumbling ahead, the raindrops fat and absolutely much wetter than rain has any right to be. They are soaked, the drop bounce off the armor, the weapons get slippery in their grip, their hair sticks to their faces and necks.

Geralt hates it. As they fight the griffin, he grumbles and mutters.

Lambert thinks he is being dramatic, really, it’s just some water. (Though, to be fair, it’s easy to be positive when Geralt is so extremely cranky. If Lambert was alone, he would be just as miserable, if not worse.)

The griffin is very big, and very angry.

It swoops down from the sky, Lambert aims with a crossbow at it’s wings.

“One little griffin were going shopping in town” he sings, clenching one eye closed while aiming. The griffin flies right above him, his talons inches from where his head was just a moment ago. Lambert swirls around untroubled, and aims again.

“But there came a Lambert, and shot it down.” Water is dripping from his eyebrows, eyelashes, running down his cheeks, but it doesn’t matter.

The shot is clean, it hits the target and a loud shriek announces that the griffin felt it too.

“Stop that! You are just pissing it off!” Geralt yells from the other side of the field, ducking from said pissed off griffin. Lambert smirks, shoving his hair out of his face with the crook of his arm, water sloshing everywhere.

It is a small miracle that he still has a grip on the crossbow. They charge the now grounded griffin, splitting up to make things difficult for it.

“ONE LITTLE GRIFFIN IS FEELING FEELING A LITTLE CRANKY!” Lambert sings, or rather howls, swinging his sword in a tight arc, aiming for the griffins flank. From the other side of the beast, Lambert can hear Geralt harumph in annoyance. It’s fun to work with family.

“BUT THERE CAME A LAMBERT AND-” Here Lambert has to pause.

He even takes a step away, scratching at his wet beard thoughtfully. He turns and yells towards a small grove of trees.

“JASKIER?! WHAT THE FUCK RHYMES WITH CRANKY??”

“Lambert come on!” Geralt yells, and yes, alright, fair.

“OH, NEVER MIND! I GOT IT! BUT THERE CAME A LAMBERT, HE GOTTA HELP GERALT, OR AIDEN WON’T GIVE HIM HANKY PANKY!”

“Wow! A true poet!” Geralt yells again over the shriek of the Griffin. “Now come help me fucking kill it!”

+1 The competition

"You really think you are going to win this?” Jasier says, disbelief and amusement clear in his voice.

“I hope you are ready to pay for my new sword, bardling.” Lambert says with a confident grin. Jaskier shrugs, strapping on his lute.

“Your loss. You do remember I am a very famous bard and poet across the continent, and a very sought after professor at Oxenfurt?”

Lambert makes a very charming snorting sounds and waves it away.

“Work hard tonight, and don’t think of trying to cheat!” Lambert tells him, and waves Eskel and Jaskier goodbye.

They agreed that Geralt is too biased towards Jaskier, so Eskel would go with him while preforming and Geralt with Lambert, to make sure none of them is cheating.

As if Lambert would need to cheat.

They walk towards a rather shadylooking bar by the docks, another one of Lamberts favorites. More than one turn around and give a (semi)friendly nod when he enters. The two of them order their drink and settle down.

“Soooo, when are you gonna go about earning those coins?” Geralt asks, sipping on his tankard.

“As soon as the poor lad stops his wailing. Gotta give him a chance, don��t you think?” Lambert smiles, and Geralt rolls his eyes.

There is indeed a poor lad by the elevated area, trying to sing heroic ballads with an accompanying lyre. Talk about reading the crowd wrong.

As soon as the lad is sat in a corner drowning his lack of success in wine, Lambert rises and stretches.

“Alright, time to make good on this bet.” Lambert steps up and begins clapping his hands in a beat. A few patrons see what he is doing and humours him, so he adds the stomping. And proceeds to sing the filthiest song he knows.

Without going into details, it involves what a lady has under her skirt, and how she uses it when she is a lady with mighty needs. To put it nicely. It takes exactly one verse and one chorus before the coins start.

Lambert gives Geralt a victorious smile.

“Alright, how much did you get?” Lambert asks Jaskier. “I hope you won’t have to add too much from your own pocket, swords are rather expensive.”

“132 crowns and 36 ducats.” Jaskier says with a triumphant smile. “The fine ladies at the brothel where quite generous.”

“Where is Eskel?” Geralt asks, looking around.

“Oh, he found a lady with horns and decided to see if they were real.”

“Again? He really has a thing for succubuses, doesn’t he?” Geralt muses.

“Sure seems like it. So, Lambert, how did it go? How much?”

Jaskier won. Lambert blames it on the florence, being slightly less of value than the crown. He lost by three. THREE. Lambert is pissed and Jaskier laughs, but really, he is sweating big time. Lucky he dresses in layers, because fuck that was close. Jaskier declines every challenge there after.

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astraljedi · 4 years

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Coffee Crush (Evan Buckley)

A/N: first of all, I’m buck trash. I’ve been watching 911 with my roommate since season two aired, and I’ve been trying to fight it. But here I am, posting an Evan Buckley imagine. Secondly, I wrote this in a day? Who am I? Thirdly, we need more buck imagines.

Summary: Evan might be obsessed with a coffee shop, or a certain employee.

Warnings: none? Probably some bad writing.

Pairing: reader, she/her

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Coffee never failed to bring people together, whether it was decaf or not. People enjoyed a hot cup of coffee or an iced cold-brewed coffee with their loved ones at any time of the day.

That's why Y/N had decided to open up Mamá Linda’s Coffee shop. Of course, Los Angeles had hundreds of know coffee chains around de City. But it didn’t stop her from owning her place, she fought hard for it and gave it her all until she finally made it.

It always packed all day, and she was on her feet since early in the morning until late at night. There wasn't a day where she wasn’t helping her staff on the bar and behind the kitchen. She was an all-hands in kind of woman.

Week 1

The job was exhausting, but a day never passed by that wasn't full of some entertainment—especially this week in particular.

“Y/N, we have a 10 in uniform,” Selena whispered to her while calling the shots for the current drink she had. They all spoke in codes, and a ten means someone attractive was in the shop. “Those piercing blue eyes could make me forget that I’m a married woman.”

Selena always made her day with her commentary during shifts and even of them during text or calls. She was a woman full of surprises.

“He’s lost looking at the menu.” Y/N chuckled, watching him wrinkle his nose in confusion. He was wearing a black firefighter uniform like he just came off his shift or was heading there. “He looks cute.”

She found it adorable, and without notice, she had a small smile splattered on her face. The cute firefighter turned his attention back to the line and caught Y/N’s eyes staring back at him. He must have felt someone was staring at him.

Blushing uncontrollably, he smirked at her playfully. He loved flirting, and he walked around, knowing he could get any girl.

Not knowing what to do with herself, she lowered her head embarrassed and ended up spilling the steaming hot milk from her pitcher on the counter and on to her apron. Y/N’s hands were now shaking as her team watched her with wide eyes, surprised with her clumsiness. She wasn’t like this at all.

The metal pitcher fell to the floor, hushing the packed shop with the remaining milk spilling on the ground as clients looked around for the source of the accident. It made it worse for her when all her usual clients were staring at her, they were worried, but she thought they were judging her.

“Y/N, get yourself cleaned up. We can handle it here.” Selena rubbed her Y/N’s shoulders while she nodded her head in agreement quietly. Darian was already cleaning up the counter while she walked away quietly towards the back. After all that, Y/N didn’t even dare to look back at the firefighter. She felt embarrassed at how nervous and shaky she got over just one smirk.

And if it couldn’t go worse, he became a regular after that.

Week 2

The second week was torture; now she knew his name after Selena had told her a few days ago when she finally caught his name for his order. Now, Harry, one of her other employees, had found him on social media during a late stalking session. He had a crush too.

“Evan hasn’t come in today, and maybe he couldn’t come by before work or after his gym session.” Harry frowned, leaning against the marble countertop after he finished with his last customer on the line. It was around 10 am, which meant a little breathing room for the team to relax from the morning rush hour.

“Did you get his social security number while you were stalking the poor guy?” Y/N chuckled, working on the pastry case. She had made the perfect Tres Leches in the morning that she thought it deserved a spot on the pastry case for others to see the newest treat on the menu.

“I only found about his family, his ex-girlfriend, and where he works. It wasn’t a full-on stalk since I know you called dibs first.” Y/N turned around, glaring at him after she closed the pantry door.

“I did not call dibs on him.”

“Well, you did spill your pitcher full of steaming milk after the poor guy tried to flirt with you. Which you never spill your pitcher, you can do this in your sleep cupcake.” Harry added as Selena had joined them in the bar.

“I’m with Harry on this, and you did say he looked cute that day,” Selena added, drying the white plated she brought from the back.

“I did not spill because of him. I just had too much caffeine that day that I was bouncing all over the place.” Y/N tried to get her self out of it; she didn’t even want to be in the topic from the first place. “Just because I find a guy attractive doesn’t mean I want to date him.”

“You’re saying that I’m not datable?” And if her nightmare couldn't have become worst. Evan was standing behind the pastry case, gym bag over his shoulders, and a tank that left his muscular biceps the main lead of the show.

It was like deja vu. Y/N’s blushing cheeks were hard to cover as he smiled back at her. He knew she was avoiding him since the milk incident, and he finally caught her. And even better, she was talking about him with her friends.

“I see you have become a regular now.” Was that the first thing she said to him? Yeah, rude.

“What can I say? I love coffee and scenery.” Evan flirted again, knowing he made her nervous.

“Well, I think Harry knows your usual so that he will make it for you.” And as expected, Harry was already finishing his order at the end of the bar. “As a thank you for your support, it's on the house.”

Harry smiled widely at Evan as he handed the coffee cup to Evan over the counter. “Won’t your boss get mad for giving away free coffee?” Evan added before taking a sip of his drink.

“The good thing is that I’m the owner.” Y/N smirked back at him before turning around and walking towards the backroom. She looked over her shoulder, thinking she pulled off the last move, but he didn’t fail to wink back at her before Evan left the shop.

Week 3

After her last conversation with Evan, she did see him a couple of times after. And she finally learned his usual order. It was a black coffee with a splash of unsweetened almond milk topped with some cinnamon.

She did get used to seeing his face around. He did seem to enjoy the coffee. “Hey, sweet face, you’re early today.” Y/N leaned against the counter, already having his order ready for him in front of her.

“Now, you’re giving me nicknames?” He did enjoy the coffee, but he loved it the most when she greeted him with her sweet smile. He had gotten her to open up to him these couple of days, and he was happy about it. She brightened up his day.

“You just always have a sweet smile, like a toddler. Always so full of life, energy, and happiness.” And she wasn’t shy anymore on holding back the compliments.

“Then, I will call you freckles.” Evan reached towards Harry to finish paying and looked at her one last time. “You should show your freckles more. They go perfectly with your beautiful smile.” He winked at her and left the store in a hurry for work.

“If you don’t date him, I will.” Selena pushed a blushing Y/N playfully while she still stared at the door even though he was nowhere in sight anymore.

Week 4

“Good Morning Harry, did you watch the game yesterday?” Evan chatted with Harry, his eyes scanning the shop for a particular face.

“I did, and after that game, I’m embarrassed to even be from here. What a disaster it was.” Harry shrugged his shoulders, giving Evan his change. “She’s not here, she came down with the horrible flu and couldn’t risk getting all of us sick.”

“Oh, I was looking forward to seeing that smile today.” Evan frowned, placing a tip in the jar on the counter. “It was nice seeing you. Take care.”

“He looked sad when he walked in today,” Selena said, while Harry agreed.

Week 5

After spending some time in bed and being miserable at home with the flu, Y/N was finally on her feet and feeling better. The first day back and she was excited to head back to her second home, and especially to see that special someone.

But that morning, he didn’t show up at all. It was like the universe didn’t want her to see him today.

“He did come yesterday, right?” Y/N asked Selena, tapping her fingers on the counter, worrying about him. She had a feeling something was wrong, especially after Selena has told her that morning that he had been looking rough the couple of times he had come in.

“He did, he still had the sad puppy eyes, but he did order your tres leches again,” Selena confirmed, handing Y/N a warm cup of tea. Y/N felt terrible, he did leave his number for her with Harry, but she just didn’t have the courage to text first.

Maybe she was crazy, but she missed his smile and his contagious laughter while she was gone. She was looking forward to seeing him again, but she might have sent the wrong signal by not texting or even calling him after he left his number.

“I’m going for a drive, think you can stay in charge until I get back?” Y/N placed the cup on the counter and folded up one of the to-go boxes.

“If you’re going to do what I think you're going to do, then I can.” Selena chuckled, helping Y/N place the whole Tres Leches in the box.

She had driven past the station a few times before she even knew him, so thankfully, she knew the way and didn’t need to waste more time by searching it on her GPS. It was a 10-minute ride, and with her luck, traffic was lighter than usual.

“Should I call him and tell him that I’m here?” She thought, looking at the intimidating station. With her shaking hands, she built up the courage and stepped out of her car with her other hand holding on to the box.

“I bet I look pathetic.” And again, the little voice in her head returned. Her eyes wandered the area, and she only spotted a pair of legs working behind the ambulance. Hesitant, she made her way towards the figure as she held tightly on to the box in her hands. “Hi, excuse me.” She felt so small and intimidated her voice cracked a bit at the end.

“How can I help you, ma'am.” She felt so bad about interrupting him while he was just trying to do his job.

“Sorry to bother you, is Evan here? I don’t know if this is the right station-“

“Oh yeah, he’s here.” He smiled a little too friendly and immediately started shouting Evan’s name until an annoyed Evan came marching from what looked like a locker room.

“Han, why in the world are you screaming?” Buck groaned, but it took him a second to realized what was happening.

“This kind woman was asking for you.” Han smiled at Y/N kindly. Buck’s eyes widened, and his cheeks we're madly blushing when he spotted her standing right behind Han. And of course, Y/N had been blushing since he had walked out of the lockers.

“This is for all of you; I made it this morning.” Y/N held out the box, and Han didn’t hesitate to grab it from her hands.

“She brings us treats. She’s a keeper, Buck.” Han said a little too loud as he climbs up the stairs towards the small kitchen.

“I’m sorry if I’m overstepping. I got worried when you didn’t come in, and I just had a bad feeling. I needed to make sure you were alright.” Y/N rambled, her hands moving around like crazy as she tried to explain her actions. “I don’t know if you’re just nice, but I’m pretty sure we were flirting all of this time, and I just needed to see you.” With her rambling all over the place, she didn’t even notice how Buck was walking towards her slowly.

“I wanted to see you too.” Evan chuckled, grabbing her by the waist, finally pulling her closer to his body for the first time. The heat radiating between the two met as Buck lowered down to her height to catch her lips with his.

In complete shock, Y/N’s widened at first but slowly shut them as she kissed him back. It was slow and sweet, how he imagined it to be. One of Y/N’s hands found its way towards his bicep, resting on the muscle even after he had pulled away to look at her glistening eyes. “Just as good as your coffee,” Evan mumbled, pecking her lips a few times.

They were in their little bubble until wolf whistles and cheers coming from the balcony above them. “You can come to visit us at any time if you bring more goodies as good as this dessert,” Han said with a mouth full of food. A woman standing right next to him slapped him in the shoulder, rolling his eyes at him. “Excuse my partner. He gets a little too happy over food.”

“I’ll bring more next time.” Y/N giggled as Buck held her between his arms.

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rae-arts777 · 3 years

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Sorry, but I called dibs

Notes: Everything else is the same, expect Dorothy is still part of the team (she didn’t “die” or lose her memories) and her and Laurent aren’t a thing anymore, but Laurent is still has some feelings for her

Summary: Dorothy is obsessed with Makoto, in the, mentor and underling mixed with owner and babying/spoiling their cute pet kinda of way. Laurent is jealous and wants a shot with Makoto, but Dorothy already called dibs (platonic Dorothy X Makoto )

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Case 1

As they sat eating in one of the fanciest restaurant in Los Anglos, Laurent watched as Dorothy still checked Makoto’s head for any wounds.

“Aw you poor baby!” Dorothy cooed him “I’m so sorry, maybe hanging you from the Hollywood sign was a bit too far”

“The crane kick was a bit too far!” Makoto glared at Abby, who flipped him off while she continued to eat.

“Laurent apologize!” Dorothy pointed to him.

It took Laurent a few seconds to registered what Dorothy commanded him to do.

“I’m sorry my darling” he chuckled “it seems I didn’t quiet hear you” he smiled

“Apologize to him. I mean it.” Dorothy’s face dropped to a cold stare.

Abby looked at Laurent to see what he would do. Makoto smirked, enjoying the shocked look on Laurent’s face.

“Very well...I am..sorry for having you suspended from the Hollywood sign” Laurent apologized

“Apology NOT ACCEPT!” Makoto growled

Dorothy didnt force, Makoto to accept his apology like she had forced Laurent to apologize. Instead she made sure Makoto ate and enjoyed himself at dinner.

Laurent watched in jealousy of how Dorothy would pinch his cheek, gush over how cute his face or accent was.

Laurent was jealous, but not in the way he thought.

Case 2

“Hey! Hey! Why you did you even go to prison? For being adorable?” Dorothy squished Makoto’s cheeks together.

“Stop that!!” Makoto smacked her hands away.

“Awww! I made him mad!” Dorothy laughed “come on! I’ll make up for it, you like bubble tea right?” She asked walking off with him into the crowd of spectators.

Laurent watched as they walked off. Dorothy had a hand upon Makoto’s shoulder. He felt that jealousy rise again in him. He knew he wasn’t jealous that Makoto had Dorothy’s attention, he was jealous that Dorothy had Makoto’s attention.

After Makoto had left back to Japan, Laurent realized what he was really jealous of. When he saw Dorothy gushing over Abby looking pretty, he wasn’t jealous. When he saw Dorothy and Cythina getting flirtly with each other, when drunk, he didn’t get jealous. When he had to watch and listen to Dorothy pulling a honeypot move, he didn’t get jealous. Every since Makoto walked into his life, any small feelings he had left for Dorothy seemed to finally disappear.

He walked up to them as they chatted. Dorothy grabbed his chin and squeezed it a bit “you are just so cute edamame!! I want to put you in my pocket!”

“Stop! I’m not cute!” Makoto protested.

Dorothy laughed and patted his head “anyways we need to talk your role in this.”

“We do?” Both Makoto and Laurent asked in surprised

“Yes! Because Clark is pretty hot, and if you play your cards right, you might score with him” she teased

Laurent tighten his grip around the umbrella “darling, I don’t see how that’s essential to the plan”

“Well, it’s not really, just a change for edamame to get lucky!” she giggled

“I am not sleeping with a target” Makoto growled

“You don’t have to, but if you want to kiss him, I’ll allow it, and if kissing leads to more-“

“SHUT UP!” Makoto shoved her face away embarrassed.

Dorothy laughed again “awww my little virgin edamame is shy!”

“IM NOT A VIRGIN!”

Laurent watched as the two went back and forth. He made a mental note to beg Abby to seduce Clark so he keep his eyes away from Makoto.

Case 3

“Your first con! I’m so proud of you!” Dorothy hugged Makoto “my little student is growing up, you’re going to make me cry” she sniffled.

Makoto rolled his eyes and hugged back “well..I learned from the best”

“Ok seriously stop! Cause I will actually cry and I’m not wearing waterproof mascara!”

Makoto laughed and got some tissues for her.

It was time to set the plan into motion, Makoto, Cythina, and Abby left. Dorothy decided to sit out, not wanting to distract him in anyway, Laurent of course was not of the plan since Makoto booted him out from the beginning.

Laurent and Dorothy remain alone in the hotel. Dorothy got up to pour herself a glass of wine, Laurent watching her walk from the living area to the kitchen.

“Just cause we’re alone doesn’t mean we’re going to hook up” Dorothy told him “you know why it’s a bad idea that we-“

“I actually have feelings for someone else” Laurent confessed.

“Oh! Tell me!” She rushed over and sat next to him. “Who the lucky person?”

“Take a guess”

Dorothy thought for a moment “mmm, I don’t know, Cythina?”

“Nope, not a bad guess”

“Abby?”

“No way, she have my head”

“Shi-won?”

“Nope, though she is like a fine wine is she not?”

“Oz”

“Ok know you’re just being mean”

“Tell meeeee!” Dorothy whined

Laurent chuckled “it’s edamame”

Dorothy stared at him for a few seconds blankly.

Laurent was expecting more of a reaction from her.

“No.” Dorothy spoke

“I’m sorry what?”

“I said no”

“Why not?”

“I called dibs”

Laurent stared at her after what she said “I’m sorry...you said you called dibs?”

“Yeah I called dibs”

“So you have feelings for him as well?”

“No i don’t. I mean..nah, I love him more in my little precious baby friend I must protect”

“So, I don’t understand why you’re calling dibs if you don’t have feelings for him”

“Because. I just called dibs. So he’s off limits”

“I don’t think that’s fair”

“It is fair, cause it’s dibs” she sipped at her wine.

“I don’t-“

“I think this conversation is done” she got up and headed to the balcony, leaving Laurent bewildered at what just happened.

Case 4

They were on the boat, celebrating their biggest con. Dorothy and Makoto wiped the blood of themselves laughing.

Laurent face was still a bit distressed after their fake death.

Dorothy and Makoto had been “shot” by Casano’s men after “betraying” their word, and fell out the window to their “death”.

To their targets, it was assumed they fell out onto the busy streets of Japan. To TC, they had fallen into the ocean bleeding out.

When they were forced onto the boat by Casano’s and his men, they were surprised to find Dorothy and Makoto sitting there, alive and well, already drinking.

“Man, we really thought you were both shark food!” Kudo chuckled “you gave everyone quiet the scare”

“Consider it pay back for Los Angelos” Makoto chuckled, Abby kicking the back of his leg out.

“What was that for?!”

“Making me think you were dead.” She kicked him again.

Dorothy laughed “come on! Let’s celebrate until the sun comes up!!”

So they celebrated until the litteral day break. Dorothy was passed out on one of the couches snoring. Makoto covered her with his blazer and went to watch the sunrise, Laurent joining his side.

“I’ll be honest, you did really scare me” Laurent chuckled

“That was the plan” Makoto smirked “again, pay back”

“Heh, I guess I deserve it”

“Hey Laurent.”

“Be honest, are you still in love with Dorothy?”

Laurent was a bit taken back, “No, for a while I was, but those feelings are long gone. Why do you ask?”

“Just, every-time her and I are together, I can sense that you’re, umm..well jealous”

“I am jealous” Laurent admitted “but not for the reason you think”

“God damnit” Makoto mumbled “just say it already”

Laurent looked at him confused “I’m sorry what?”

“Just say it”

“I...” Laurent thought for a moment “I don’t think I can-“

“What? Cause Dorothy called dibs? Be a man”

“You know about that?” Laurent asked

“Yeah, Dorothy told me all about it one night when she got super wasted” he chuckled “she said it’s cause she’s looking out for me. And she doesn’t trust you with my heart I guess”

Laurent sighed “well I can’t blame her, there was many reasons why her and I didn’t work out. I believe she is right in assuming the same will happen to us”

“Well it won’t”

“How do you know?”

“Cause I’m not Dorothy. And you’re not the same person you were when you fell for Dorothy” Makoto yawned

Laurent knew Makoto was right but he was still scared. “Dorothy will be mad I didn’t uphold dibs” he chuckled

“She’ll get over it. Plus, I don’t need her to always guide and protect me, and she needs to know that”

Laurent chuckled again.

“So.”

They walked as the sun started creeping over the horizon line.

“Can we talk about this after we both gotten some real sleep?” Makoto asked

“Yes, I like that very much” Laurent smiled

#great pretender #makoto edamura #grepre #the great pretender #edamura makoto #laurent thierry #abby jones #abigail jones #cynthia moore #dorothy #dorothy x Makoto platonic #Dorothy being overprotective of the soybean #Laurent wants a shot #dibs #she called dibs man sorry #great pretender fic #great pretender anime #fanfiction #fanfic

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Crowley x Reader x Lucifer

Part 1

*Based loosely around 12x15 but Ramsey kills Gwen and gets away

Word Count: 2.6k

Trigger Warnings: Injured animal? Idk? If you think something should be added to the TW list drop a comment or DM me

Summary: Humans aren’t supposed to see hellhounds, so what happens when y/n finds an injured hellhound and brings it home to care for?

*Disclaimer* Lucifer will be introduced in the 2nd part which should be up by Saturday 4/3/2021

It was almost midnight when y/n got off of work. She was exhausted after her shift at Regional West Medical Center in Nebraska. As she trudged through the parking lot to her old, beat up 2002 Suzuki she couldn’t help but feel eyes on her, like something was watching her from out in the darkness. Fumbling with her keys she turned to unlock the driver’s side car door (The remote to unlock the door was broken. The car could only be opened with the actual key.), only to freeze in place when she felt the hot breath and heard the heavy breathing of some sort of animal behind her. “Dear god, please let it be my overactive imagination.” she prayed silently, knowing it was no use. Whatever stood behind her was very much real.

Very slowly she turned to face whatever it was that was sniffing her, her keys moving between her middle and ring finger in case she needed to defend herself. Instead of being met with what she thought for sure would be a small bear or a rabid coyote, she was met with a very large dog. A very large dog that looked like it had been through absolute hell. Its fur was matted and caked with dried mud and dirt, and it was covered with cuts and what she naturally assumed was its own blood. It was hard to tell through the thick, matted fur but it also looked very underweight. “Oh you poor baby….” Y/n’s heart melted upon seeing the creature.

Obviously the dog had been out on its own for a very long time. Y/N took pity on it. It seemed so sad, and it didn’t appear rabid or vicious. It looked like it just wanted help. Reluctantly she reached down to check for a collar. There was a collar but it was in a foreign language. One she’d never seen before. Unlocking the back of the car she coaxed the dog in with some leftover food she had from her lunch break. She knew the poor thing must be starving. Being hurt it took a little help getting in. Little did she know how dangerous that dog really was or that there was a man out right now searching for it.

The K-9, which y/n decided to call (Dog’s name) had fallen asleep on the car ride home, snoring softly over the radio that was playing some Green Day song. Pulling into the driveway, (Y/N) stopped the car and turned off the radio. Almost on queue (dog’s name) looked up to see where they were. A light was on outside, illuminating a large porch (Which could probably use a new paint job, if we’re being honest) with 2 rocking chairs, a small table and a plethora of healthy, brightly colored plants. She picked up the injured dog and carried it inside, planning on taking it to the vet in the morning to see if it was microchipped.

She was going to let the dog sleep in the basement for the night, unsure if it would destroy the house or not. She remembered her aunt’s German Shepherd who took pleasure in tearing up sofas, and eating her plants. The dog also really needed a bath and she didn’t want it on the furniture until it got one. Unfortunately around 3:30 am, y/n felt a dip in the bed and then something making itself comfy by her feet. Looking over, she found the dog curled up in bed with her. Way too tired to deal with it now, and knowing she had to wash the sheets anyway she just fell back asleep let the dog stay with her so long as it stayed at the foot of the bed.

The next morning, Y/N got up early to go to the pet store and get stuff for the dog. She called up the local vet, making an appointment, she washed the sheets, and most importantly she began trying to wash (Dog’s name). At first the dog resisted, wanting absolutely nothing to do with the water. Y/N knew exactly how to deal with this though. Placing a glob of peanut butter on the side of the tub to keep the dog preoccupied, (Dog’s name) happily entered the bathtub. A trick y/n had learned from that aunt with the poorly behaved German Shepherd. By the time y/n was done with the dog she’d had to drain and refill the tub 3 times before she gave up and kept it drained, just using the shower head. She couldn’t believe how much blood and dirt had come off this dog.

Around 2pm the doorbell rang and this dog who was once so sweet, albeit a bit skittish turned into an absolute beast. Running to the door, loud deep barks and growls left it. The dog seemed ready to tear the stranger on the other side of the door to shreds. It was almost like it had turned into a completely different dog. “(Dog’s name)!!!” Y/n shouted as she raced down the stairs after it, hoping to get to the door before the dog did. “NO!!!” She yelled. Even hurt and underweight, (Dog’s name) was really big. If it wanted to break that door, it probably could. Without thinking, Y/n quickly grabbed the dog by the collar to stop it. “I said no!” She told her firmly with a pointed finger. The dog whined, tail between its legs as it hurried back up the stairs to the bedroom to do that thing dogs do when they roll around on the rug to dry themselves.

The front door had a glass window looking out so y/n could see the stranger. He was short, and wore a nice suit. He seemed only slightly concerned about the interaction. The man didn’t even flinch as the massive hound lunged itself at him. It seemed like this was a normal day for him. Actually, he seemed more unnerved after she called the dog off. Opening the door, y/n apologized profusely for the dog “I am so sorry about the dog! I-” Before she could continue, the man squinted at her, clearly confused about something. “What are you?” He questioned in an English accent.

“Hellhounds? Really?” She questioned with a quirked eyebrow and a small grin, crossing her arms and constantly turning to keep facing the man. It was obvious she didn’t believe him.

Obviously his question confused y/n as she gave him a look of confusion back “What do you mean ’what are you?’” She stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind her “I'm human”

“Yes, really.” The man continued, as serious as a heart attack “You especially shouldn’t be able to control that bitch. I’ve only ever known one person to be able to control Ramsey and you and not that person.”

“Oh really? And who might that person be then?” Y/n asked, beginning to think this was some elaborate prank being played on her by a friend or coworker.

Remembering what the demon said about her being able to control the hound, y/n gave it a shot. Raising a hand she firmly commanded “Ramsey stay.” Not only did the dog stop dead in her tracks, she laid down and waited for further orders. Now most people would be a little freaked out by this; finding a hellhound that they didn't know was a hellhound, and now being visited by a demon sent to collect said hound. Y/n however wasn’t afraid. Actually she kind of got a Déjà vu feeling at this.

“No you can’t be. Humans can’t see hellhounds, much less control them.” Normally Crowley would just collect the demonic hound and leave, with humans being none the wiser that the rogue canine was even there, but not only did this woman know the hellhound was there, she was taking pretty good care of it. Even stranger, the dog was letting her care for it. There was something different about this woman, something special. He just wasn’t sure what it was yet. Crowley circled y/n, inspecting her. He was trying to find any indication of her not being human.

“Lucifer.” Crowley responded

At that, y/n was done. “Look pal, I don’t know what kind of kool-aid you’re drinking but I’m not buying it. Now’s the part where I tell you to get off my property.” she turned to go back inside, closing and locking the door behind her. As she turned to head upstairs though, Crowley was standing right behind her, his eyes red. She let out a screech, jumping as far back as she could (Which wasn’t far as the door was right behind her). Again, the dog that the demon in front of her called ‘Ramsey’ came running to her defense.

“The name’s Crowley. King of hell.” He introduced himself “May I ask who you are?”

“Y/n y/l/n.” she responded before telling him “Queen of this house.” This was crazy. Y/n was standing in her entryway conversing with a demon king. “Could I offer you tea ‘your highness’? Maybe Coffee?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she addressed Crowley as 'your highness' She wasn’t gonna hand over the dog so easily, and something told her the demon wouldn’t be leaving without Ramsey.

“.....Who are you?” Y/n asked the man

Y/n and Crowley sat in her kitchen, sipping tea and chatting. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?” The demon who sat across from y/n questioned “Most people would run, or beg for mercy if a demon showed up at their doorstep. Not invite them in for a drink.”

If it weren’t for the fact that y/n could sick Cujo on him at any moment, Crowley wouldn’t be being so patient with her. He wouldn’t be trying to convince her to send the dog to her death. “I’m sorry but I can’t let you take that dog back.” Y/n told Crowley. For some reason she felt bonded to that dog, with the overwhelming need to protect her.

“I’m afraid I must insist. She’s dangerous and unpredictable. It’s for the best that she be put down. She’s killed a lot of people who weren’t on hell’s hit list while she was topside.” Crowley explained “A pup like that out and about isn't good for business. It makes it look like I’m not in control.”

“Do you want me to beg for mercy?” Y/n asked with a smirk and a small, dry chuckle. “Sorry but you’re not very scary so forgive me if I’m quaking in my shoes.” She would never be seen begging for mercy. Not in a million years.

“I thought you were the king down there.” Y/n questioned “A king answers to no one. You could turn, walk right out that front door, and pretend she vanished. That you weren't able to find her. Or you could go back and tell your people she attacked you and you killed her. Besides, you’re a demon. You don’t really care about the people she’s killed, do you?” Y/n definitely cared and felt bad, she just didn’t believe Crowley did.

“The Winchester’s. They hunt monsters. Vampire’s, werewolves, demonkind, et cetera.” Crowley explained “They’re ruthless, and if they find out that dog is here they will show up and kill her. Painfully. If you hand her over I promise her death will be a painless and merciful one.” Of course he would make the boys sound worse than they were. In reality they’d kill it as quick as possible if they could. He’d say anything to get her to give up Ramsey.

“Of course I don’t, but some hunters I know care a lot about the people that were killed. If I don’t collect this dog, they’ll come and collect her for me and they’ll be far less inclined to sit and chat over hot beverages.” Crowley explained

“Tell me about these hunters.” Y/n asked, genuinely interested. "I assume you're not referring to people who shoot buck in their free time."

“Let them come.” Y/n spoke after quietly mulling over what was just told to her. Whether she was underestimating these hunters or just didn’t believe what Crowley was telling her he was unsure. “She may be in a weakened state now but she’ll get better. She’ll get stronger and when she does I’ll be the only one who can stop her. If they show up, I’ll be ready and they’ll have to go through me. When they get through me, she’ll be ready for them too.”

“Y/n I know you think-” Y/n cut off the demon king, her patience wearing thin. She had all the leverage she needed in this situation and she knew it “You said I was the only one who could control her. Now I don’t know how or why that is, but that means there’s nothing stopping me from sicking the dog on you. If she really is as vicious and dangerous as you claim she is, I would be afraid of the one person who can send her after you. I’m telling you to walk away. I’m giving you an out. I strongly suggest you take it.”

Thinking about it later though, she was actually kind of sexy. She knew she held the power and the leverage in that situation and she knew how to use it. Not only that but she was bold enough to try and intimidate not just any king, but the King of Hell. And she didn’t need to raise her voice once while doing it. She was clearly a strong, intelligent, woman. He liked that.

After he was gone, y/n was in fact a little freaked out. If there was a hell that meant there was a heaven. Would she be going to hell just for harboring this animal? And better question; how do you even properly care for a hellhound? She imagined it would be a lot different from taking care of your average, run of the mill Pitbull.

Crowley stood his ground, calling her bluff. He didn’t believe she would actually do it. “Ramsey!” Y/n called “Ramsey c’mere girl!” she whistled as the Hellhound came barreling from upstairs “Ramsey, hurry up! Go get him! Get the demon!” Y/n told Ramsey in the same sickeningly sweet baby voice most humans use to talk to animals they find cute. Before she could get to him though, Crowley had disappeared into thin air.

After hours spent searching on the internet y/n got her first lead. Okay so it wasn’t really a lead. It was more of an idea. It’s not like she could just log onto wikipedia and pull up a page on 'How to take care of a Hellhound'. She did however find instructions for summoning and trapping a crossroads demon. She didn’t realize there were different types of demons but to her, a crossroads demon was still a demon so good enough right?

Late that night y/n put Ramsey in the car with her and drove to the nearest crossroads. Spray painting a ‘devils trap’ in the road she buried a box in the center. It contained a photo of her, some graveyard dirt, and the bone of a black cat. No, she didn’t go out and kill a cat. She was able to get that from a wiccan shop on the outskirts of town.

After burying the box, she stood and read the incantation she had written on a scrap of paper “Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae!” She waited a moment and when nothing happened she thought she might've gotten a word wrong. That was until she heard a woman speak behind her “What can I do for you tonight?”

Jumping a bit she turned to face the demon. “I just need some information.”

.....To be continued....

#Crowley #Crowley x Reader #Lucifer #Lucifer x Reader #Supernatural #x reader #Female reader

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