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yandere-daydreams · 4 months

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Title: Dragon On The Tower Roof.

Pairing: Yandere!Malleus x Reader (TWST).

Word Count: 4.2k.

TW: Fantasy AU, Mentions of Blood/Bruising, Mentions of Injury to Reader, Implied (Consensual) Sex, Possessive Behavior, and Manipulation.

Malleus met you at the base of his tower.

With a single movement of his wings, he descended from his perch and landed in front of you – placing himself between you and the stone behemoth. Had you been a more imposing figure, a knight or a prince or the general of some distant army, he would’ve cut you down the moment you entered his valley, but your only armor was a thin rucksack tunic and your only weapon was a rusted sword – the tip of its chipped blade currently planted in the ground as you struggled to keep yourself on your feet. He could smell blood on you, although he couldn’t be sure if its source was the jagged, poorly bandaged wound on your calf or the dark stains painting your humble clothes. You were clearly not a knight, much less a prince, and if you were a general, your army had abandoned you long ago. Altogether, you were not the most intimidating nuisance he had ever had to dismiss. He might’ve been grateful, had you not been a nuisance at all.

In the past, his visage alone had been enough to make even the bravest adventure abandon their quest, but your weary eyes only glazed over his black-scaled wings, his spiraling horns, the slit pupils of his unnaturally green eyes. You acknowledged him with a slight nod, putting more of your weight on your makeshift aid. “I believe I’m here to slay you, dragon.”

His greeting, likewise, came in the form of a bowed head, a narrowed gaze. “And to rescue the prince, I assume.”

You shrugged, the gesture alone threatening to cost you your balance. “I’m sure they’d prefer if I didn’t. I think they’ve got someone else for that – a lord, or maybe a king. Someone more befitting than a filthy criminal, surely.”

At that, Malleus felt the ghost of a smile tug at the corner of his lips. Novelty was rare, this far into his everlasting life, and he could not say he’d ever had a prisoner sent after his head. “What sort of crime gets you sent to the lair of a monster?”

You brightened at the question. “Thievery,” you answered, pride overshadowing your exhaustion. “I could either face you or let them cut off my hands and, well, I find those to be quite essential to my burgeoning career.”

This time, you earned an airy laugh, a reflexive flick of his tail. He took another moment to evaluate you before speaking. “You are tired, thief.”

It wasn’t a question, but you answered regardless. “It was a long journey. You aren’t an easy monster to reach.”

“And injured, presumably by the fangs of some great beast of legend.”

“Right again.” You paused, then added, “If there are any legends about wolves, I mean.”

“And hungry.” Your smile fell. When you failed to respond, he went on. “May I invite you to share a meal with me before our battle?”

He watched as you swallowed, as you straightened. Your sword was pulled from the ground and allowed to hang limply at your side as you stared up at him with such a hopeful expression – his heart, had it not been so terribly calloused, might’ve broken at the sight alone. “Well,” you started, your humor gone in exchange for pure, unabashed desperation. “I suppose I can’t refuse such a kindly offered invitation.”

With no further conversation, he stepped to the side, raising his staff to the tower. After only a moment, the endless cobblestone pulled away to reveal a simple, wooded door – already open and awaiting his entry. Smiling, he motioned for you to follow him, and without protest, you obeyed.

You ate, to put it politely, like a starving animal.

There’d been an attempt at decency when you first sat down at the opposing head of his banquet table, a gallant effort to make use of the flatware arranged into neat, never-ending lines on either side of your plate, but what little energy you had for such pleasantries was depleted quickly as your attention was dedicated entirely to the whims of your empty stomach. Countless other dishes decorated the table – ranging from fine delicacies fit for the pallets of kings to common staples even the lowest of peasantry would’ve been familiar with, but Malleus was content to nurse a goblet of dark, herbed wine as he watched you bask in the feast.

Only after you’d gotten your fill did you seem to remember that you had company, your expression taking on a sheepish note. “This is what they brought me to trial for. Trespassing, I mean,” you began, and Malleus hummed in acknowledgement. “It was a baron’s manor – not quite a castle, but close to it. I heard he had the most beautiful gardens on this continent, and at the time, it seemed unreasonable to have to wait for an invitation just to take a look.”

“I thought you were a thief?”

“You must have the wrong person. I’ve been many things, but never a thief.” You leaned back in your chair. “I’m afraid I’ve always been too tender-hearted for that kind of thing. I could never stand to insult my hosts.”

“Such a considerate guest I have,” he said, cocking his head to the side. “I suppose I won’t have to worry about being robbed blind if I let you stay the night, then.”

You shook your head, feigning ego. “I would never, dear dragon. Your reclusive prince, on the other hand—”

Whatever you might’ve gone on to say was swiftly replaced with a sudden gasp as every torch within sight burst into a pillar of vicious emerald flame, casting the dining room in a blinding, sickly green before dying out just as abruptly as it’d erupted. Malleus let out an exasperated breath, bringing a hand to his temples. “My apologies. My patience has grown—” He cast a wayward glance toward the ash now seared into the stone walls, the ceiling. “—thin, over my time here.”

You allowed a beat to pass by in silence, then another. “Your prince,” you said, finally. “Is he important to you?”

“I can think of nothing I value more.” The answer came easily, even if the intensity of his sentiment surprised him. “An old friend asked me to ensure his safety. I’ve performed my role dutifully ever since.” The taste of blood rose into the back of his throat, but he drowned it out with another long sip from his goblet. “They used to send entire armies to reclaim him, then lone knights, then the occasional adventurer. You might be the first human to come seeking my head in two or three decades.”

Your smile took on a shy lilt, your eyes drifting to the table. “I wasn’t really supposed to come after you, either. Most people just take it as an exile, but they gave me a sword, and…” It was your turn to laugh, now, to be surprised with yourself. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I thought, even if I don’t get to rescue any princes, it could be nice to see how much of the fairy tale is true.”

“And you’re satisfied with what you’ve found?”

“Not entirely,” you admitted. “But I’m glad I met you, dear dragon.”

After some hesitation, he pushed himself to his feet and closed the distance between you. You stiffened, your gaze flitting blatantly toward the sole exit, but you didn’t attempt to flee as he pulled the closest seat in front of you and fell into it. “May I see your leg?”

You were far more than reluctant, but complied. The material of your travel weary trousers was pulled above your knee, the strips of fabric you’d attempted to fashion into bandages cut away with his own pitch-black talons. The wound was worse than he’d assumed, more severe than he assumed. Ragged skin stretched from your knee to your ankle, harsh puncture marks littering what little flesh was still in-tact. The stress of your journey had prevented the brunt of the damage from healing, and even without the use of his advanced senses, he would’ve been able to feel the heat radiating off of your skin, the first signs of infection beginning to set in. You were lucky you’d made it to his tower before the fever spread. His territory was cruel to the most resilient of creatures, and you seemed far from resilient.

“I have a salve in my collection that should aid in your recovery. That, paired with a few days of bed rest, should have you on your feet again in a week’s time.” Not a lie, but not far from one, either. He’d mended worse with a snap of his fingers, but there was no reason you should have to be burdened with such knowledge. “If you can find it within yourself to share a roof with a monster and delay our duel yet again, I can provide room and board while you recover.”

Your laugh was bright and strained. “You’re terribly kind to someone who came here to take your life.”

“And you’re very trusting of a creature who could easily end yours.” He let his pointed claws scrape over your bare skin, prolonging his evaluation. “Think of it as a show of my gratitude. My time here is well-spent, but tends to pass slowly. Visitors, whether benevolent or malicious, help to color my days.”

“Then I will have to be the most colorful visitor you’ve ever had,” you chimed, your grin renewed with fresh vigor. Clearly, you were not the type of mortal who could go long without a task. “I’ll make you wait on me hand and foot and bend to my every whim, until the thought of encountering another human being makes you sick. When I’m done, there might even be a dragon in this tower worth slaying.”

His only response was a steady nod, a low hum. He stood and, in the same motion, hooked one arm under the bend of your knees and another around your waist, lifting you into the air before you had the chance to so much as think to pull away. Instinctually, you attempted to re-balance yourself against him, and Malleus couldn’t help himself – laughing as he pulled you to his chest. “If I am to dote on you to the point of sickness, then let me start now. You’re in no state to walk on your own.”

You opened your mouth as if to complain, but anything you might’ve said was deemed too unimportant to warrant the effort. Your smile softened, your eyes falling shut as you rested your head against his shoulder. You lingered there, quiet and content, as he carried you through the halls of what would come to be your home.

Your prescribed period of bed rest came and went. Your bruises healed, then your leg (although you still tended to limp during particularly heavy rainstorms), and your exhaustion was replaced by a buzzing sort of restlessness. He never asked you to leave, and after some time, you seemed to stop expecting him to. You spoke rarely of your past (aside from the ever-changing series of events that led you to his tower, of course) and never of your future. When Malleus was in one of his more indulgent moods, he allowed himself to believe that, when he did catch you looking in his direction with such a glimmering worry in your eyes, you weren’t afraid of him, but of the possibility that he might send you away.

Despite your claims of spoiled houseguests and encumbered hosts, he was only driven to near-madness once while sharing your company. It’d been shortly after you instated yourself as a resident of his tower, rather than a fleeting visitor, and took to exploring your new dwelling without reservation. It’d been his own fault, really. He’d forgotten to warn you away from the upper wing, to resketch the protective runes he’d long-since allowed to fade, but such rationality had escaped him as he stood in the doorway, his mind empty and his eyes trained on your kneeling figure. He watched, paralyzed, as you raised a hand, reaching towards the marble slab, and then he was behind you – the points of his talons grazing the skin of your throat before he managed to restrain himself, curling his fist around the collar of your shirt, instead. Without warning, he hauled you off your feet, ignoring the half-choked shriek you let out in response.

His eyes fell to Silver, searching for any signs of harm, of disruption. Of course, Silver was unchanged. His colorless hair remained fanned over his velvet-cushioned pillow, the silk sheets and hand-stitched quilts still folded neatly at the foot of his bed – waiting to be put to use when the weather turned in autumn. Malleus took a moment to observe the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, the gentle movement behind his closed eyes, before letting out a breath of relief and turning to you. “I don’t recall giving you permission to enter this chamber.”

“Sorry, I— I was just looking around, and I saw the flowers on the door—” Silver’s own craftsmanship, preserved from the ravages of time by Malleus’ spell work. He’d painted them as soon as he was old enough to hold a brush, along with matching murals on his bedroom walls that hadn’t survived the passing ages. “—I got curious, that’s all. Is this the prince I was sent after?”

Malleus set his jaw, straightening his hunched posture. “…it is,” he answered, eventually. He let go of your collar and let you stumble onto your feet. “His name is Silver. I never knew him by any titles.”

Malleus’ gaze shifted to you, but your eyes remained fixed on Silver. “He’s beautiful.”

Despite himself, he felt the edge of his lips turn downward. He rested a hand on your shoulder, and you seemed to recover from your daze, turning to face him with a hopeful smile. “Do you know when he’s going to wake up?”

Malleus felt a coil of heat form in the back of the throat. The taste of ash laid heavy over his tongue, but he swallowed back his guilt and forced himself to respond. “In another hundred years, perhaps,” he mused, his tone melodic and detached. “There’s no known cure for a curse like his.”

A phantom of disappointment flickered across your expression, but it was suppressed quickly. Rather, you turned your attention outward – to the heavy, woven curtains draped over each crystalline window. “Will you help me let in some light? I hate to insult your taste, but it’s terribly depressing in here, and—” You brightened, taking him by the sleeve and tugging gingerly. “We don’t want his highness to have any nightmares, do we?”

With some reluctance, Malleus nodded. “Light, but nothing else.” When you failed to acknowledge him, he caught you by the wrist, squeezing with just enough pressure for your smile to falter. “Light, but nothing else. Do you understand?”

Your eyes darted back to Silver, but only for a moment. He was thankful for that – for your restraint. A second longer, and his true nature might’ve overshadowed his better judgement. “Of course, dear dragon. Nothing else.”

He inhaled sharply, then let go of you altogether.

It was a choice that, in the approaching months, he would only come to regret.

“This is what they banished me for, you know.”

“This?”

“Yes, this exactly.” You propped your chin on his chest, positioning yourself to more easily card your fingers through his hair. He let his eyes fall shut, basking in the warmth of your affection, of your bare skin pressed into his. Your clothes laid discarded on the grass around you, one of his wings bent and raised to shield you from the harsh light of the setting sun. He would have to get you back to the tower, soon. He’d always been indifferent to the deadly chill of night, but you – in your precious, delicate mortality – were not so durable. “Actually, not quite – I don’t think I ever made it to this part. It was the first time I’d ever attended a royal ball, and I happened to dance with a young lady so breath-taking, I couldn’t help but drop to one knee and dedicate my heart to her the moment our hands touched.” You sighed, feigning remorse. “Little did I know that she was the princess that ball was being thrown for, and so moved by my passion, she refused to let me out of her embrace until I agreed to marry her. Of course, her father – the king, as the fathers of princesses tend to be – couldn’t have that. It’s a shame, really. We would’ve made a gorgeous couple.”

Malleus pursed his lips, fighting back a smile. “And what does that make me? The next scorned lover of a silver-tongued rouge?”

“Oh, no. If you asked me to marry you,” You propped yourself up, pressing a kiss into the curve of his jaw. “There’d be nothing in the world that could stop me, dear dragon.”

Your hand fell to his cheek, and wistfully, you lulled him into a kiss – shallow but lingering, punctuated with a playful nip at his bottom lip. You pulled back with a smile, another quick peck to his cheek. You moved to say something, but he interrupted you, as mournful as he was to cut off such a precious moment so callously. “I found your wildflowers.”

Immediately, your expression fell. “I made sure not to—”

“I know, beloved, I know.” You knew better than to lay a hand on Silver. Your small bouquet had been left on the corner of his bed, another additional chain of asters and lavender braided into one of the longer strands of his waist-length hair. As much as he wished he could say he was only concerned for Silver’s well-being, it wouldn’t have been the truth. Something else, something darker, had accompanied the discovery – something it would be better for you to stay ignorant of. “We’ve talked about this. Silver is vulnerable, in his current condition. Even the simplest luxury is an unspeakable risk.”

Your shoulders dropped, your body going slack against his. You bowed your head, burying your face in the dip of his shoulder, and despite his frustration with you, he didn’t push you away. “I’m sorry. It just feels so cruel to let him suffer alone.”

“He’s never been alone.” His tone was more curt than he’d meant it to be. “He’s always had me.”

“I know, but—” He expected you to raise your hair, to flash him that brilliant grin. Instead, you only settled against him, speaking softly into the crook of his neck. “He just seems so sad.”

Malleus took a deep breath, clenching his eyes shut.

Then, before he could let himself think better of it, he wrapped an arm around your waist. In one fluid motion, he turned you over – leaving you on your back, one of his knees planted on either side of your waist, your form tucked safely underneath his. His kiss was less gentle than your own – that deep, aching sort of hunger overwhelming his cautiousness as his tongue raked over yours, as he groaned unabashedly into your mouth. You returned his affection emphatically; your fingers soon knotted in his hair, your eager touch preventing so much as the thought of distance between your body and his. Because there never would be distance between you and him. Because there was no reason you should ever have to be taken away from him.

Hours later, when the last traces of light had faded and the stars were painted in swirling patterns across the sky, he would carry you back to his tower – unconscious and pliable in his arms. That would be the first night you spent in his bed, and as he laid there with you, he couldn’t help but imagine how wonderful it would be if you never left.

The runes carved into Silver’s door were redrawn, Malleus’ enchantments refreshed, and your bittersweet sympathy slowly rotted into a distinctly bland melancholy. You didn’t speak of him (Malleus could only wonder how you ever managed to speak of anyone when so many of his marks so often decorated your skin), but he noticed new scratches around the well-rusted lock on Silver’s door, caught you braiding chains of daisies and crowns of marigolds with no intended recipient in mind, and at night, you tended to slip out of his hold and wander. Sometimes, he waited for you, lying awake as you hunted for whatever solace there was to find in the empty halls of an ancient tower. Most nights, tonight, he chased after you.

He found you in a window near the tower’s highest room, laid across the wooden sill, your back propped against the empty frame. He didn’t ask to join you – wordlessly lowering himself to the floor at your feet. As if by reflex, your hand fell to his horns, your thumb tracing over a particular ridge near the base as you broke the quiet. “Have ever told you why I’m here, dear dragon?”

Countless times, but he still played along. “Who has my heart been stolen by today, beloved?”

“A murderer,” you said, hollowly. “And not a particularly clever one, at that.”

He waited for you to go on, to spin some elaborate tale of love and loss and betrayal and poor humor, but you only lapsed back into silence, your gaze turning back to the pitch-black valley. He watched your vacant expression for a moment, then another before letting his eyes fall shut and resting his cheek against your thigh.

Malleus had expected there to be more anger than this.

You were in a similar position to one you’d taken the first time you stumbled into Silver’s chambers – kneeling beside his marble bed, your ever-weary eyes fixed on the unknowing object of your adoration. The only difference was that, today, Silver’s hand was raised to your lips, now slightly parted in shock. He didn’t have to guess at the source of your astonishment. In front of you, Silver was sitting up. His posture was unsteady, his eyes barely open, but the obvious was undeniable.

He was awake.

To think, there was something of merit to Lilia’s stories of true love after all.

Rather than anger, rage, pure and undiluted fury, an odd sort of calm settled over his blank mind as you snapped in his direction. Your astonishment turned to horror in an instant. “Malleus, I didn’t— I was only trying to—”

He put you out of your mercy quickly. He raised his staff and, propelled by some unseen force, you were torn away from Silver’s bedside and thrown against the nearest walls – the force of the collision far from fatal, but enough to leave you limp and unconscious. With your safety ensured, he stepped forward, approaching Silver. He was awake, but only just. So many decades of uninterrupted sleep would not be so willing to release him from their taloned clutches without a struggle, and there was a certain dream-like lull to the way his eyes skirted over the limited scenery before settling on Malleus, his features immediately softening in relief. “Malleus?”

“I’m here.” Malleus allowed himself a small smile before bringing the end of his staff to Silver’s forehead. “You can rest, brother.”

There was just enough time for the edges of Silver’s lips to turn downward before he collapsed back onto the marble slab. Malleus would arrange him later on. For now, his attention turned to you.

He gathered your crumpled form in his arms and carried you through the halls of his lonely tower, before stepping into the clear air and fresh heat of the valley. He laid you in the tall grass and, after taking a moment to appreciate your peaceful expression, brought a hand to your face, cupping your cheek tenderly. The spell came to him instinctually, but he took his time, mourning the loss of your time together with each mumbled word. That was a silver-lining of immortality, though. Infinite time allowed for infinite repetition, and he couldn’t imagine giving up the opportunity to fall in love with you again.

When he was done, your eyes fluttered open, a smile quickly finding its way to your lips. “Hello, dragon.” You gazed darted to either side nervously, your mind struggling to catch up with your clever tongue. “I would love to introduce myself, but it’s the funniest thing – I can’t seem to remember what I’m doing here.”

He bit back a smile. You tried to force yourself into a more dignified position, but barely managed to get an arm underneath you before pausing, wincing, reaching for the back of your head and coming away with blood smeared across your fingertips. Malleus did what he could to hide his delight.

“You’re a thief. You injured yourself attempting to scale my tower. It was an impressive effort, but tragically unnecessary.”

This time, he couldn’t hide the wide, simpering grin that came to rest across his lips.

“I was always going to invite you inside.”

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another-lost-mc · 8 months

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having a brainrot about how it would be if the characters turned into their animal type (is that what that's called?)

like imagine a shady sorcerer happen to accidentally cast a spell that changes them into their animal type how fucking cute and funny that would be

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a/n: that's so cuuuute. I went with the symbolic animals from their banners.

the wild side | the demon brothers + karasu

0.5k words | sfw | fluff + humor

related: the dateables' version

The Peacock (Lucifer)

How he responds to you vs. how he responds to everyone else:

He can't keep his feathers fanned out on full display as much as he wants to because he keeps getting stuck in doorways.

He walks around the house in a slow strut. Sometimes he spins around to show off all 360 degrees of his exquisitely-feathered beauty.

He doesn't notice that sometimes he smacks you in the face with his plumes if you're nearby.

The Crows (Mammon and Karasu)

They both bring you gifts and intimidate the others that try to get too close.

They're even more clingy than normal too.

It's surprisingly easy to tell them apart: Mammon's feathers are tipped with white, and Karasu's eyes have a deep scarlet glow.

The Snake (Leviathan)

He desperately wants to curl himself around your arm or leg. He'll try to keep his space if you're visibly creeped out by snakes though, he doesn't want to scare you.

An alternative you could try is wearing one of his oversized hoodies: he'll curl up inside the pocket and every once in a while he'll poke his head out and flick his serpentine tongue at you.

If you don't like that either, he'll curl up in the bottom of your closet or under your bed, somewhere dark and warm where he can still be close enough to keep an eye on you.

The Unicorn (Satan)

The House of Lamentation wasn't designed for horses or horse-like creatures.

He's the only one Lucifer won't try to chase away, his hooves look deadly.

Satan doesn't fit in your bedroom easily but he'll follow you in the hallways or inside the larger rooms with more space.

You are definitely going to recreate this movie moment at some point before the magic wears off:

The Scorpion (Asmodeus)

He's a bit bigger than most scorpions which means he's even more cute or gross depending on how you feel about them.

He's careful not to hurt you with his pincers if you pick him up.

He must be powerful even in this form because he releases sweet-smelling pheromones when he senses you're nearby.

He curls in the makeshift bed on you place on your desk for him. He's surprisingly calm even though scorpions are usually nocturnal.

His eyes have an eerie pink glow. You didn't notice it until you turned off the lights at bedtime.

(He stares at you until you fall asleep.)

The Fly (Beelzebub)

He's a bit larger than a normal fly.

He's restless and his wings are so noisy when he buzzes around you.

Most of the time you can hear the faint sound of his wings coming from the kitchen.

When he's not eating, he's usually hovering on or near Belphie.

The Cow (Belphegor)

He barely fits in your room and he snorts irritably when you raise your arms up and remind him that he is definitely not allowed to sleep on your bed like this.

He's even more annoyed because he can't go up to the attic like this either.

He just happens to plop down in front of your doorway to sleep instead. The others can't climb or go around him easily. He flicks them away with his tail when they try. He doesn't mind if you climb over him though.

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 5 months

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Imagine...

Pairing: Dark Viserys Targaryen III x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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WARNINGS: Manipulation; Blackmail.

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"But I do not want to be your queen.” the words left your mouth before you could stop yourself.

Viserys raises his blonde brows, surprised and incredulous.

“Your grace, I…do not love you. I couldn’t possibly marry you.”

Viserys‘s tongue pokes his cheek as he chuckles, the sound devoid of any humor.

“And I didn’t ask. I don’t need your permission to wed you.” he replies, annoyance painting his features. He grabs your hand, squeezing his fingers around it until you gasp with pain, a satisfied smirk replacing his anger.

“I’m going to be king very very soon. My word will be the law then and you will obey me, whether you like or not.”

His nails bury into your soft skin, and you cry out, shaking as you attempt to push his hand off.

“You’ll be my queen, I promise you that. It’s either that or perhaps you should start planning for your family’s funeral. Your choice, my love.”

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aerynwrites · 7 months

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Make is Right

Gale x Dark Urge!Reader

A/N: Had this idea come to me when @thedreamlessnights told me that Gale yelled at their dark urge after talking to Gortash in Baldur’s Gate. Hope y’all enjoy the angst and fluff that follows.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR BG3. Spoilers for dark urge plot specifically. Angst, emotional Hurt/Comfort, major character death, resurrection, fluff, happy ending.

You’ve been in a spiral ever since the Nautiloid crashed, your mind a jumble of blankness and confusing violent urges you can’t hope to control. Your sleep plagued with terrible dreams and that infuriating butler. Urges that have made you do terrible things and almost make you do worse.

But now…now it feels as if everything has come crashing down around you. You’d hoped coming to Baldur’s Gate would give you answers to your past, hopefully bring to light memories that are still lost to you.

You never expected it to be worse than you thought.

You never expected to be on the receiving end of Lord Gortash’s cunning smile as he greets his favorite assassin. You didn’t think learning of your past would make your heart drop to your stomach.

But as you stand here, in this grand throne room and listen as Gortash tells you of your bloody past…you feel bile rise in your throat.

You watch numbly as Duke Ravengard crowns Gortash as the archduke of Baldur’s Gate, acutely aware of how your companions shift uneasily behind you. You accept begrudgingly when Gortash offers you an alliance, that sickening smile tugging at his lips as he steps closer to you.

“I tolerate Orin,” he tells you, a strange fondness in his eyes that makes your stomach roll. “But I liked you.”

He waves his hand dismissively. “Go get the stone. And don’t come back until you have it in hand.”

You obey his command, not because you want to listen to him, but because you want to get as far away from here as possible. Your feet carry you faster than you expect, and soon you’re out of the oppressive building that is Wyrm’s Crossing making your way across the bridge.

It’s only then that any feeling comes back to you at all, and you’re acutely aware of piercing gaze burning into your back. You stop in your tracks, turning to see Gale as the source.

The look he gives you…The man who you’ve come to love and who you thought felt the same…His eyes are full of nothing but betrayal and anger.

You reach out to him, fear gripping your heart like you’ve never felt before. “Gale, what-?”

He recoils from you, lips turned down wards. “Don’t.” He says, the one word coming out harsher than you anticipate, making you retreat into yourself as he continues. “The absolute, the tadpoles…it was because of you?”

That last word is said with such venom it makes your heart fracture in your chest. You’ve never been on the receiving end of such vitriol, at least not from him, and it makes tears burn at the back of your eyes.

“Gale, please…I didn’t even know-“

He cuts you off with a raised hand, eyes falling shut as he turns his head away from you, as if it pains him to even hear your voice.

“I think you’ve said and done more than enough,” he lowers his hand to a fist at his side, still not looking at you. “Leave me be.”

He offers nothing else as he brushes past you, walking back towards camp with a rigid set to his shoulders. You feel your lower lip wobble, and out of instinct look back to your other companions for guidance, hoping for anything other than hatred.

You at least get that much. Not even Karlach will look right at you, her hands clenching at her sides as she too walks past, uttering something about catching up with Gale. Astarion offers one of his humorous quips, but even that does nothing to help.

Only Shadowheart seems truly sorry, her eyes meeting yours in a knowing way. You suppose she’s the only one who understands being a slave to your blank past and eventually finding out the brutal truth.

But even her…you can see the thin set of her lips, and you know. You know on some level she blames you too.

And as they all leave one after the other, you’re left alone on the wooden bridge, the wind whistling around you, and your mind still infuriatingly blank.

————

No one approaches you at camp that evening, all of them being pleasant enough but losing that usual camaraderie that typically fills the air.

It’s only after dinner has been served and eaten that you move to seek out your partner, your bowl of stew left untouched by your spot at the fire.

Gale is in front of his tent, deep in one of his books as he usually is. Normally the sight would bring a smile to your face, but now as you approach, nothing but dread settles in your stomach.

The man doesn’t even acknowledge you as you walk up, eyes never leaving the pages of his book as you stand in front of him, shifting nervously in your feet.

“Can we talk?” you finally ask, voice soft in the night air.

Not looking up from his reading, Gale turns a page as he answers, “I don’t see what there is to talk about.”

You bite your lip, trying to keep the tears welling up at bay.

“You know what.”

Gale scoffs, finally closing his book with a resounding snap as he finally looks at you. His eyes are ablaze with anger but deep below the surface you can sense a sadness. He feels betrayed.

“Oh yes,” he says, “I suppose we do need to address the fact that you are the reason we are all in this bloody predicament. Where would you like to start?” He asks cruelly. “The fact that you’re actually a bloodthirsty assassin set on fulfilling your fathers diabolical wishes? Or should we discuss the tiny detail that you were seemingly cozy with none other than Enver Gortash?”

Frustration bubbles up in you then, and finally the tears spill over - hurt and anger and utter confusion proving too much for you to handle.

“You act like that person is me!” You cry, wavering. “Like I haven’t proven again and again since I’ve met you that I’m not…that. I don’t want to be that person anymore I don’t…I can’t be.”

Gale says nothing, so you continue. “I can’t control who I was but until today I didn’t even know that was my past but I -“ you choke on a sob, wiping furiously at the tears streaming down your cheeks. “We’ve done so much good. That has to count for something.”

You watch as Gale softens ever so slightly, but it’s so slight that if you didn’t know him as well as you do, you would have missed it.

He sighs, eyes clenching shut as he turns his face from you again. “Sometimes…Sometimes our past is not something we can separate ourselves from.” He says simply, hands falling limply by his side. “I…I need time to think. I think it’s best if you go.”

His words feel like a stake to your heart, the pain radiating out to your fingertips and making your knees weak.

You want to scream. You want to fall on your knees and beg for him to understand, for him to not push you away. But you know it would do no good. So instead, you only nod, swallowing the lump in your throat as you retreat to your bedroll by the fire.

You avoid the sideways stares the others give you, no doubt having heard your fight with Gale.

The bedroll is cold beneath you, even the fire doing nothing to warm the icy hurt seeping through your veins. Minutes tick by into hours and soon everyone retires to bed.

But you remain awake.

Astarion and Karlach lay on the other bedrolls near you - but the one across the fire is achingly empty.

As the night draws on and the flames of the fire dwindle to nothing but smoldering embers, your mind runs endlessly.

You try fruitlessly to counjure up memories of your past, the past Gortash laid out for you. But there’s nothing. Nothing but blankness and and cloud of black anger bubbling in your chest.

Orin.

She’s the only thing that keeps fighting it’s way to the forefront of your mind. Since you’ve been in the city she’s already made it clear she’s watching you, and after what was revealed to you, you know why.

She did this to you.

She created this vast expanse of emptiness within you. Made you forget your past and took your place as Bhaals chosen, but maybe…

It was for the better. You know this, and silently you thank her for doing it. For orchestrating your fall from grace so to speak. Because now…now you’re someone else, someone better.

All at once an idea forms in your mind. One that would hopefully solve all your problems.

Orin took your place when she got rid of you…what if you could do the same. But instead of taking her place when she falls…you can deny your father his chosen.

You’ll have two of the stones, Orin out of the way and one step closer to righting the wrongs you’ve unknowingly created.

You’re on your feet before you can overthink it. You enter your tent and don your armor and weapons in a mindless haze, only when you exit your tent do you pause, your eyes trailing over to the familiar blue tent across camp.

You approach quietly, not wanting to wake the sleeping body inside, and you carefully peel back the tent flap. Gale rests on his side, face lax with sleep as his chest rises and falls slowly.

For a moment you’re struck with a pang of fear. What if this venture ends in your death? What if you never see the man you love again?

These thoughts run through your head as you gaze softly at your sleeping lover, and before you can let the fear control you, you lean in and press a featherlight kiss to his cheek.

He barely stirs, eyes fluttering lightly before he settles once more. You smile sadly before reaching into your pocket, your fingers wrapping around the cool red stone before you pull it out.

You place the netherstone beside his pillow where he’ll be sure to see it. If this does go sideways…they can still continue the mission.

You stand, giving one last glance at Gale before you let the tent flap fall shut and turn to go face your past head on.

———

Orins arrogance is her downfall, just as you hoped it would be.

She could have easily overpowered you. Taken advantage of your worn down state from trying to find the temple. She could have used the handful of cultists around her to aid in her battle against you.

But she was arrogant, bloodthirsty, and ready to end what she had started.

That had been her mistake.

The fight was not easy, there were moments where you thought you would fall, a few injuries too close to fatal for you to be too haughty in your victory.

But as she lay, broken and bloodied at your feet, you can’t help but be acutely aware of the vast emptiness still yawing within you.

You thought killing Orin would make you feel something. Maybe a sick sense of satisfaction, or possibly even trigger some memories of what she did to you or what you’ve done.

But there’s…nothing. There’s nothing but the sound of your own breath as it bubbles wetly in your chest.

Somethings wrong, you’re injured worse than you’ve ever been before but at this moment you can’t find it in you to care.

Will this be enough?

Will Gale forgive you for your wrongs? Or, when you return to camp with the second netherstone, will it just prove that he was right? That you can’t in fact separate yourself from your bloody past.

That you’ll never be more than the spawn of Bhaal, created to do one thing only.

Will you ever truly be free?

Your answer comes in a wave of telekinetic pain, washing over your mind and nearly bringing you to your knees as a voice speaks through you.

There’s a tinge of familiarity as it speaks, and it’s only then you realize who is speaking.

Bhaal.

The god of murder. Your father. The thing that made you who you were - who you are.

You stand there, that pain slowly ebbing away as he offers you greatness. Offers you the title as his chosen once more and showers you with false praises.

You feel that all too familiar urge tug violently at your mind, begging - screaming at you to accept your rightful place.

You almost give in, your despair and emptiness almost winning out. But then…then you remember the way Gale looked at you, the way they all looked at you. With pain and fear and betrayal in their eyes.

And suddenly the emptiness is gone. The vast yawning cavern of blackness in your mind no longer feels like a burden. You may not remember who you were but…You aren’t them anymore. You’re someone new. Someone kind and loving and caring. You’re someone who laughs around the campfire at Karlach’s jokes and teases Astarion about his always perfect hair.

But more than that…You’re someone who’s known love.

Gales face flickers before your mind then, that kind small smile when you ask him about his magic. The way his eyes crinkle when he laughs. The way his hands feel against your skin as he holds you, or the way he stayed with you as you fought your urges.

Your mind isn’t empty. It’s so full. Just as your heart is. Full of love and hope and brightness despite the urges that tempt you everyday.

You’re not his anymore.

You reject his gift as powerfully as you can muster and you feel the way his power reels back in anger and hatred.

How dare you refuse me!

His voice rages in your mind just as you feel the tendrils of pain seep into your bones.

Your name echoes off the cavernous temple walls, and through the pain and the voice screaming in your head it takes you longer than usual to realize where it’s coming from.

You turn to see your companions, your friends, rushing towards you from the entrance of the temple, shouts of your name and other jumbled words greet your ears.

But then you see Gale.

His eyes filled with worry and regret, reaching for you, fingers outstretched towards your quaking form.

They’re closer now, each step bringing them closer and closer to your bleeding body. You reach out your own hand, limbs quaking with effort against the ever crushing weight consuming you.

Your fingers just barley brush Gale’s, his eyes glossing with relief.

But it’s too late.

His hand slips into your own as Bhaal strikes you down.

Bones cracking, sinew snapping, and blood rushing out of you as darkness swallows you whole. The last thing you remember as death surrounds you, is the pain in your throat as you cry out Gale’s name.

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It feels like mere moments after the pain and darkness that light erupts around you.

Warm tendrils of light wrap around the emptiness that was your life and soul forming you once more back onto the mortal plane. It blinds you, making you unable to see what happens until you materialize and your boots hit solid ground, your knees buckling beneath you.

But instead of meeting the cold hard floor beneath you, warm arms catch you as you fall, your body falling against a much sturdier one.

Your mind is muddled as your sense come back to you, a multitude of faces swimming before you. You see Karlach and Halsin hovering off to the side with Shadowheart. Even Astarion’s face swims with worry.

But what catches your attention most is the familiar face of your lover right above you, tears clinging to his lashes.

Tears?

You’ve never seen Gale cry, never seen him so much as sniffle or whimper. But now…

Small, warm tears drip onto your cheeks as he leans down to press his forehead against your own, his arms crushing you to his chest so fiercely you nearly can’t breathe.

“Thank the gods-“ he chokes on a sob, “you’re alive. You’re alive. I…” he pulls away from you then, reaching a hand up to wipe the moisture from your skin. “I watched you die and all I could think about was what a fool I’d been - how unfair and cruel I was to you.”

You shake your head, bringing a hand up cradle his cheek, wiping at the tears there as you furrow your brow.

“What happened?”

Gale opens his mouth to speak, but another raspy echoing voice answers. You turn your head just enough to see Withers standing a few paces away.

“Bhaal tried to extinguish thee, but his wrath is imprecise. He only succeeded in killing the part of thee he knew,” the being says plainly, voice lacking any emotion. “The Urge that drove thee to terrible acts. The spark of brutality that made thee his. But there is a new part of thee that has grown during thy travels.” You swear you see the bag of bones smile. “That part Bhaal could not extinguish. And so, instead of destroying thee, he hath made thee anew.”

He continues. “The heart of a savior hath overshadowed the mind of a murderer” he clenches a fist triumphantly. “Thou hast vanquished thy Urge.”

It's then, when his words truly settle in that you sense it - or, don’t sense it.

There’s…nothing. No primal bloodlust, no violent tug at the edge of your mind.

It’s gone.

Hope swells in your chest as you look back to Gale, eyes swimming with tears of your own now.

“He’s right I - I can’t feel it. The urge. I think it’s gone, for good this time.”

Gale shakes his head, pulling you ever closer as his lips fall to your cheek. “I don’t care,” he says firmly, causing momentary panic to tug at your heart.

But Gale is quick to sooth, pulling away to look into your eyes. “I only mean that I do not care if your urges are with you or not. I would love you all the same and I-“ he closes his eyes, shoulders tense with regret. “I was a fool for making you think I felt otherwise. You stuck by me even when I didn’t deserve it and I…I did not give you the same respect or care.”

His voice is soft and broken as he speaks, eyes opening again. “I love you, more than than even my goddess, more than the stars that litter the night skies and I - I can only beg for your forgiveness, though I would not begrudge you for holding it from me.”

As his words sink in, you faintly recognize that the others have retreated quietly, even Withers has taken his leave, allowing you and Gale a moment of privacy.

Slowly you move so you are kneeling before Gale who mirrors your position, his arms still wrapped around you. You bring your hands up to cradle his cheeks, thumbs brushing back and forth slowly.

“I love you too,” you tell him, eyes watering with tears once more. “That’s why I…I wanted to make things right - prove that I wasn’t that person anymore.”

“But you have!” Gale says, voice striken with grief. “Time and time again you showed us who you truly are, proved that the urges you felt were against your will and yet I still-“ he laughs bitterly, “I still let the revelation of your past cloud who I know you truly are. I was cruel. And there is no excuse for the harsh words I uttered. I only hope to show you the error of my ways, no matter how long it takes.”

You smile at him - your lover, your partner, the only person you want to spend your future with - and kiss him.

You pour all of your love and desperate aching need for him into that one action, heart swelling with warmth as he responds in kind.

You only part when you need air, moving to rest your head against his own, your breathes mingling together.

“There’s nothing to forgive, my love,” you whisper. “Just stay by my side until the end as I will you.”

Gale smiles, arms wrapping tighter around your waist.

“I would love nothing more.”

#Gale dekarios x reader #gale x reader #bg3 gale x reader #gale x dark urge #Dark urge #bg3 #baldurs gate 3

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shiorilizzy · 1 month

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how about Yandere Wriothesley with an insecure female reader that is willing to be with him EVEN suggesting they should have a Baby so he would not leave her (basically obedient Reader

Thank you for asking, I actually love this concept. Sorry if this my headcanons go astray from your request.

Warning: Yandere theme, absolute no beta @@ because my head is full of thoughts but no words come out, Wrio x Clo may not like this one.

Couple: Yandere!Wriothesley x Female!Reader

In my opinion, Wriothesley is also insecure and has trust issues.

He is afraid that someone will take his precious lady. The sight of you getting bored of him and walking away with others is his worst nightmare.

But you are so well-behaved. Even when Wriothesley dragged you down and literally locked you up in his room, your eyes still looked at him so lovingly like he was your whole world.

Having you is like a miracle to him that he thanks Archon every day. It feels like his missing piece.

(You may be every yandere’s dream)

You are his lovely kitty, his treasure, his only exception, his sanity, his obsession, his comfort.

He loves the way you just accept every dark corner of him without hesitation. The more you look at him, the more he wants to spoil and drown you with his love.

Meanwhile, you always think that you are not enough for him. You are scared that someday, Wriothesley will find a smarter, prettier, and maybe from high society, suitable for Wriothesley’s titles.

So you try your best to be a good girl to him, obey everything he says. You know he likes it.

Both of you are insecure, but you have a way of comforting each other so days fly by peacefully.

Until Clorinde comes to the Fortress one day.

You hear Wriothesley’s chuckles and a female voice, so you take a peek inside.

You see a beautiful woman is having tea with him. You realize her. Clorinde is utterly famous in Fontaine.

The sound of them, smiling and talking, ringing inside your head and tearing your heart.

You’re drowning in jealousy but you do not dare to jump in and ask.

Later that night, you shyly ask for a baby.

Wriothesley was surprised at first, but then he noticed your desperate face.

He knew something was wrong. He patiently hugged you and asked.

“Of course darling, anything you want. But can you tell me the reason for this sudden request? Tell me what’s on your cute mind?”

After a while of “interrogating”, he finally understood the situation.

While you blabbing about how you will be more obedient, begging to stay, Wriothesley's mind was on cloud nine.

Oh my Archon, you must be an angel for his gray life. How could he have such a perfect darling like you?

He was so happy that you were willing to do anything just to be with him.

You accept the risk, the responsibility just to be with him, just for the chance that he would not leave you. You trusted him wholeheartedly and only him. What could he ask more?

No one has ever needed him like this before. Your jealous, your insecure, your begging made him feel so loved.

Wriothesley laughed as he hugged you tightly. He looks like the happiest man in the world.

“Silly, if I want to leave you, I can just take the child and push you out.”

“I want to have kids just because I love you. They will not affect my decision of keeping you.”

He told you that Clorinde was just a colleague. He had no feelings for her.

He planted kisses on your face, showing how happy he was and how much he loved you.

“My dear silly kitten, how could I look at others when I have you already? How could I live without you now?”

“You want it or not, I will never let you go, even till the day I die. I will drag you with me. Even the next life and the next next life. You’re bound with me. You cannot escape from me.”

“Besides, I am the one afraid about you running away…”

He soon lit up your mood with his sassy humor.

Having a loyal lover makes this kinda twisted love completely normal.

Bonus:

After a few days, Clorinde and Navia were invited to a tea party in the Fortress. Clorinde looked at you, sat on Wriothesley’s lap, from top to toe:

“I think I know where all of the factory’s profit goes.”

#genshin impact #wriothesley genshin #wriothesley headcanons #genshin x reader #wriothesley x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere wriothesley

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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Can u do yandere Beel-obey me with a impulsive/lil crazy mc/reader? In a minute she is calm and in the other she tries to kill a random demon. May u can do him a lil masochist too? Pretty pleaseee 🙏

✿ 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 ✿

characters: yandere!beel x fem!reader

warnings: generally darker undertones bc it’s a yandere, description of fighting, injuries, mentions of blood, yandere thoughts and acts, masochism, hinted that mc have signs of anger issues and bipolarity, some suggestive things

notes: ‘m so so so sorry for the late response hun. i just couldn’t rlly think of a good scenarios for this one😔 hope it’s to your liking!

everyone experiences bipolarity and anger issues differently. i am no mental health expert and i wrote this with my own anger issues experience and a friend's bipolarity. if some things seem wrong or unlikely then pls let me know.

since mc is literally living with demons, there definitely will be some darker/gruesome moments brushed off as a normal thing bc they’re demons

so with that in mind, being possessive, protective, a bit too overbearing or controlling is seen as a normal thing in a relationship for them

however beel is much more chill and softer when it comes to such things

it’s bc he has great GREAT amount of trust in you plus he knows no sane, lower demon would never dare and approach you

either bc of the pact markings of the 7 demon lords of devildom or

your impulsive self.

yep.

that’s the reason.

at first meeting and the first few days or weeks into mc’s stay in devildom, the brothers either find mc’s impulsiveness and anger issues relatable, amusing or just downright annoying

as for beel he didn’t really care. as long as you didn’t get yourself killed or gravely injured

if anything in the beginning it low-key reminded beel of his twin, belphie

mc’s dark humor, threatening back demons about how they will puck out their teeth, boil it into a soup and shove it down their throat while it’s still steaming hot were first annoying to most of the brothers

however to beel, it just reminded him of how his brother would always snap back at the other demons and more specifically, lucifer

perhaps that little resemblance is what led beel to be protective and possessive over mc

it started out slow and barely noticeable lingering hands over their shoulders, small worried glances, giving them ice package to put over their bruised knuckles

soon it developed into beel constantly hovering around mc, threatening to eat the other lesser demons who even dared to gaze at them to scenting

when scenting your partner in a demon relationship, it usually involves leaving visible marks on each other since demons all have different distinguishable markings

whether it be carving their marks into their s/o’s flesh with their claws, leaving a bloody bite mark or sometimes even their pact markings on each other

however, considering the fact beel is more gentler than the other demons and your a human, he simply decided that cuddling with you for so long to the point that others could smell beel’s sin and scent on you or just draping his large, fluffy orange jacket over you was enough

unfortunately, demons are beings that generally have a darker mindset than humans so one day some lesser, cocky demon mocked you for being “beel’s pet” while you were alone

mc paid that demon back with a broken nose and a broken arm that bent the wrong way (like this __^__🫴)

the terrified screeching of the onlookers and the anguish filled cries of the cocky bastard alongside the blood dripping from the claw marks the demon left on mc called upon the attention of the brothers

when arriving at the scene beel couldn’t help but feel an odd feeling within him

something hot, mushy and dizzying feeling pooling in his stomach, his mind getting hazy, eyes half lidded with the only focus of attention being on you

asmo sensed his brother’s sudden arousal and dragged him off from the crowd, sitting him down in one of the empty classrooms and having a talk with him. helping him calm down and explaining to his little brother that sometimes people get aroused by people who are stronger than them

since that little incident with mc and the cocky demon, beel has never went a day without his mind wandering to the scene he saw

you standing tall and proud with a bloody claw mark running from your chin to your neck with an odd triumphant grin while the lower insect screeched, holding his broken arm

and when he lets his daydreaming go wild, the sixth brother finds himself fantasizing about you sitting on him with the same grin, carving your initials on his chest

the scent of blood oozing around the room, the quiet giggles that would slip out of your lips as he groans and whimpers at the odd yet pleasant feeling

and when his imaginations go further than that, the avatar of sin of gluttony finds himself choking on his breath, pants tightening and the room feeling hotter than the usual

perhaps paying a visit to your room this night won’t be such a bad idea…

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ollie-lolly · 1 year

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Royal treatment (18+) Diavolo x gender neutral reader

Note: HUGE thanks to @l3viat8an8an for giving me the inspiration to write this! (My dyslectic ass is dying HELP).

started and finished on: 13th of march 2023

Media: Obey me

Relationship: Diavolo x gender neutral reader

Warnings: This contains very suggestive content, minors please don't interact

This is part one. part two part three

Word count: 963

He just was so attractive, you could never quite put a finger on why you made that conclusion. Maybe it was his smile, the way he carried himself or it was his great round a-. "Mc what is going on in your little mind?" Diavolo's voice halted your train of thoughts. You quickly scrambled to keep the conversation going. His eyes seemed so innocent but had a dark playfulness to it, like he could exactly read whatever you were pondering about. "I was just reminiscing on an event that happened this month". Diavolo leaned in "Do tell". "W- Well I saw this really pretty ring in a jewelry store and it has not left my mind since". "It must be very special to you". "I suppose so! I have been working my butt off in Ristorante Six just to even get a chance of-".

"Sweet, sweet little human, why didn't you come to me earlier?". "For wha-" He came to your side. "Barbatos!΅. Barbatos being the great butler he is, came just around the corner. "Yes my lord?". "Could you get me something?". He gently put a hand on your back. "Go on, show him what you want". You shakingly grabbed your phone trying to maintain a normal breathing pattern. Desperately searching for the picture through your camera roll, when Diavolo's hand slowly went downwards. Eventually resting on your lower back. "H- here" You showed it to Diavolo first. "You have wonderful taste, would you like anything engraved on the inside?". "Your name would be lovely lord Diavolo".

You turned the phone towards Barbatos, he quickly eased the sexual tension "I'll be back within an hour or so" He bowed and gracefully left. "I- i am sorry i panicked, i didn't mean to say your name Lord Diavolo I-" Diavolo chuckled and softly grabbed your face. "Do you regret it? I can call him back if you want ". You felt your face heat up. "N- n- no i thought it was improper of me i am so sor- ". He softly placed the finger of his other hand on your lips, "Shhh, please don't be. I already rather enjoy the sound of your idea. Besides this is just a small gift, see it as a beginning of something new"

From then on, you found a small pile of gifts resting on the top of your bed almost every night. Each with a special note attached. You heard a notification:

Chat

Diavolo: Do you like the new gifts I sent you?

MC: Are you sure you sent this to the right person?

Diavolo: You humans have a lovely sense of humor!

MC: Lord Diavolo I was not joking, how could I repay you for all this?

Diavolo: Please sweet human, this is just play money. You deserve this and much for fundamentally serving as the avatars family therapist. With me you can finally have peace from such hard labor. Repaying me is really unnecessary, but if that's what you desire you are welcome to visit me tomorrow.

MC: I am looking forward to it!

Diavolo: So am i.

You had no idea how much he loved spoiling you. All of his belongings meant nothing to him next to you. His heart broke when he saw you the next day. "My little one you have been really quiet, are you okay?"

You looked up from your tea "Well, there is something bothering me. Remember back when you gave me the ring?". Diavolo looked at you, his hands neatly folded "Yes of course i remember". "Well" you looked at the very ring trying to form your sentence. "You said it was the start of something new. What did you mean by that? What did you wish for?". He laughed "Before we continue could you do me a favor?". "Yes sir". "Could you call your work for me?". Now that was something you did not expect. "There is something I have to discuss with the owner". You grabbed your phone, called your work and gave it to him, still finding it weird that he didn't use his own phone. "Hello i have come to say that MC is quitting their job, good day" you were left speechless.

"Now to come back to your topic and why I did that. I wish to change our relationship."

He opened a small drawer under the table. Revealing a small piece of paper with beautiful handwriting. He grabbed a small pot of ink with its matching quill. "This is what I want us to be. Recently I did some research and I found something that would suit us quite nicely. If you give me your treasured blessing, you will be my sugar baby from this point onward. Not much will change if that is what you wish. I will keep giving whatever your heart desires and you don't have to work for a single minute for it.

In return you give me your time and whatever romantic advancements you are comfortable with. Now I know this is a very important decision, you can take your time with your deci-". He got cut off by the quick scratching sounds of the quill hitting the fine paper. "I accept" Now it was his turn to be taken aback. "I- I guess we are moving on to the next step, how intimate do you want our relationship to be?" You put the quill neatly back in the ink pot. "Well if i call you daddy, does that answer your question?" His eyes widened "Well this is a pleasant surprise. My first request begins." He opened another drawer in the table and revealed a small wrapped gift. Proceeding to push it towards your direction. "Go change into this. Daddy will wait here, my little monarch".

#obey me #obey me x mc #obey me x y/n #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo x mc #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me smut #obey me!#obey me fanfic

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shall-we-die · 4 months

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Random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship?

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↬|Lucifer|

One of Lucifer's random abilities that is beneficial in a relationship is his cooking skills. Lucifer is an excellent cook and enjoys cooking delicious meals for his beloved to enjoy. Cooking for his partner is not only a sign of his love and affection, but also a way for him to unwind and spend quality time with them. His partner appreciates his culinary talents and loves indulging in the delicious meals he prepares. Lucifer's cooking skills are one of the ways he demonstrates his love for his partner and they cherish the time spent together in the kitchen.

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↬|Mammon|

Despite his many faults, Mammon actually has a hidden skill that can be quite beneficial in a relationship. Since he loves to spend time with his significant other, he knows all their favorite things, and he likes to put a lot of thought and effort into planning surprise date nights or romantic trips. He could also be a great partner to watch scary movies with (We all know he's scared, but this is the best way to be with MC), as he would cling to MC and make sure they are safe at all times. And, when it comes to expressing his feelings, he might even surprise them with a sweet and heartfelt gesture, letting them know just how much he loves and cherishes them.

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↬|Leviathan|

When in a relationship, Leviathan possesses the ability to perfectly match his partner's mood. He has an intuitive sense of when they need comfort, when they need space, and when they need reassurance. He never invalidates his partner's feelings and always makes an effort to understand them, even when he doesn't fully comprehend their point of view. His empathy and understanding make him the perfect partner, always putting his significant other's needs before his own.

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↬|Satan|

When MC is cold, Satan can warm them up with his fire. As demons, they can stay awake all night long together and never run out of things to do. MC may find the horns comforting to lay against when they want to cuddle. Satan has a soft spot for all kitties MC and may spoil the cat with all the treats they want. Despite Satan's dark exterior, he is actually quite sensitive and considerate of MC's feelings. Satan loves to make MC laugh by telling jokes (maybe a little too dark, but who can resist them?) (Actually, I really enjoy dark humor)

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↬|Asmodeus|

Asmodeus is known for his beautiful vocals which is why it's no surprise that he's quite a good singer! If MC is stressed or sad, he can serenade them as a way of comforting them and showing his love. A song can do wonders in lifting one's spirit. With his singing, Asmodeus can give MC a chance to relax and escape reality for a moment. After he's done singing, he'll wrap his arms around MC, giving them a light kiss on their cheek.

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↬|Beelzebub|

Beelzebub is a very attentive and thoughtful partner. He is always aware of the MC's mood, their likes and dislikes, and their needs. He will surprise them with thoughtful gestures, such as cooking their favorite meal or buying them a small but meaningful gift. Beelzebub also enjoys being tactile and affectionate with the MC, and he shows his love through touch and kisses. Overall, Beelzebub is a great partner and always tries to make the MC feel safe, loved, and appreciated.

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↬|Belphegor|

Belphegor is a great listener and loves when MC vents and shares stories with them. Belphegor is a huge snuggle bug and loves making MC feel comfortable and cozy. Belphegor is very loyal and protective of MC, always having their back no matter what.

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↬|Diavolo|

Diavolo has an excellent memory and remembers every single detail of his time with the MC, both big and small, and will often surprise them by referencing things they did or said in the past, which shows how much he was paying attention and how much he values their time together. Diavolo has the ability to sense the MC's need for affection and attention from miles away, like a sixth sense, and no matter what he is doing, he will rush to the MC's side when they need him. Diavolo has a knack for writing emotional, meaningful letters, poems, and love notes for the MC.

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↬|Barbatos|

Barbatos knows how to make every single dish that the s/o may want, and he knows how to mix certain drinks into certain flavors. As the head butler of the Lord, it's essential for Barbatos to know everything that's beneficial to the s/o's physical and mental well-being. He'd surprise and shower the s/o with their favorite dish or drink whenever he can be of service. This is to cheer up the s/o whenever they feel down and to make them smile and laugh again.

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↬|Simeon|

Simeon has a special ability to soothe, relax, and calm his partner with his gentle, soothing voice and calming presence. This makes him a great listener when you need to vent or just talk about your worries and stresses. Simeon is also very attentive and observant and notices lots of little things about you, such as when you're not feeling well or feeling down. He is always quick to come to your aid, whether it's by getting you your favorite snacks and hot drinks, or by offering a listening ear and words of comfort.

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↬|Solomon|

Solomon has the ability to be a wonderful listener. He can fully devote himself to listening to his partner and understanding their feelings and thoughts. He is able to ask meaningful questions and offer meaningful responses, allowing him to truly understand and connect with his partner. This is a highly beneficial ability in a relationship, as it allows both partners to come together and feel closer and more intimate. It also helps to resolve conflicts and build trust between the two people in the relationship, as it shows them that they are being heard and that their feelings are being taken seriously.

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fxdizz-y · 1 year

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GHOST X GEN Z + GN!READER

A/N: Hiii first fanfic on tumblr kinda nervous😣 I'm not going to take request just yet this is all for my cravings💀🙏🙏 I'd love if you teach me scottish slang too!

Pairing: (mainly) Ghost x gn!reader || slight Task Force 141 x gn!reader

C/W: Strong language, age gap, fluff, kinda suggestive flirts, Ghost being a boomer, dark humor, no use of Y/N, your call sign is 'Spring' (the metal one), teasing, not in the same timeline as the game, they simping hard for each other

T/W: unhealthy habits (skin peeling around the nails etc)

(Don't mind the song I just listen to it while writing)

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Your life was dull, nothing seems to made you excited anymore. Don't get you wrong, you have an okay childhood, even though you had force yourself to grow up at some point but you didn't mind all that much.

Not like you ever did, you're that 'nice' kid that let people borrow their belongings and seems to don't hold grudges.

But in truth, you weren't that nice. No, you did hold grudges, the only reason you didn't say anything was because you knew that it'll be pointless to argue and you just over all wasn't a social kid.

When you finally hit off to high school, you instantly realized that it'll be hell.

And you weren't wrong.

You were one of those alt kids that wear band shirts and heavy eyeliners. Admittedly it was kind of fun.. But the bullying just drove you to the edge.

But those were memories in the past.

You're 23 now, fidgeting your fingers and scraping the dead skins on your nails, standing next to a woman with dirty blonde short hair.

Her icy blue eyes stare right ahead of you both. She had introduced herself earlier, her name is Kate Laswell.

You both were waiting for some dude to show up, apparently he's supposed to come and get you so you can officially be in his little group.

After what feels like years, a man finally make his way to you, or more likely, Laswell.

– "Price."

Laswell said, turning towards the man, you took a step behind Laswell, hiding yourself from the taller male.

– "Laswell."

The man greeted, before continue.

– "And where is this rookie?"

'Price' ask, his eyes scanning the room. Laswell scoff and give your back a harsh pat, making you step out of her shadow.

– "Price, this is Spring."

– "What."

Price look at you and back at Laswell, clearly hoping this was some sorts of joke.

Unluckily, Laswell eyes tell the truth.

– "For fuck sake, that's literally an INFANT! "

Price exclaim, gesturing towards you while keeping his eyes on Laswell.

You held yourself back from rolling your eyes, keeping your composure.

– "Where the fuck is your manners? You either take them or have troubles missing a skilled hacker."

Laswell snaps, glaring at Price.

The corner of your lips tug up at that, feeling happy and flustered.

Price groans and turns to you, looking at you up and down, judging you hard.

– "Oh my fuckin.. You know I can't just put a baby with the toddlers, the big boys can be mean sometimes."

– "The baby are the meanest, trust me."

Laswell sigh out, pushing you towards the captain.

Price sigh in defeat, before just nod at Laswell.

– "I'll take them"

He grumble before mentioning you to go outside, which you obeyed.

When you made it outside you wait for the captain, which come after you after a few moment.

He gesture to the car and you sat on the backseat.

He quirk a brow up but didn't question it.

The way to your new base felt like forever, especially when none of you decide to talk. So being you, you hums to yourself to MCR.

You were into your own little world and didn't noticed how Price glance at the mirror sometimes to look at you.

He didn't speak of course, just silently observing and quite enjoy this rather than painful silence.

After quite some time the car park at an unfamiliar base, well to you anyways.

You scrambled out the car and went back to fidgeting your fingers, scrapping and peeling off the skin around the nail etc.

Price glance at you and pat your shoulder, a quiet sign for you to follow.

You follow without hesitation, stuffing your hands in your camo pants pocket and let your eyes wander around the place, taking mental notes on which path leads to where since you figured you'll be staying here for awhile.

Each steps you take only make your excitement grows, something that you haven't felt this strong for ages.

Your eyes sparkle with wonders like a child again and you have a great feeling about this, despite your captain bad first impression.

You both walk into a room and the captain told you that your team would be meeting you when they arrive, so you sit on the small locker and swinging your legs, feeling nervous.

You didn't let your mind wandered for too long when the door swing open and 3 men walks in.

And good grief.

They were huge. And you didn't mean it in the dirty way.

Like literally. Especially the one in the back. Despite being behind the two other men you can clearly tell that he's the tallest and the biggest, his skull mask stands out as his eyes stare right into you, you feel absolutely fucking naked under them.

Price motion for you to get down and as you hop down you could almost feel your knees gave up.

– "Hello sailor.."

You mumbled, eyes glued to the tallest man in the room. You could tell that he's about 6'2" and a half.

Luckily Price didn't heard what you just mumbled and continue on introducing you to the team.

You smile cheapishly at all of them, deciding that it was enough eye candy.

– "Aye Rookie?"

A man with faux haircut call you, whom recently introduced himself as Soap wink at you playfully.

– "Name's Spring, sir."

You said, winking back, returning the energy.

– "What's with the name?"

Gaz ask, patting your back.

– "I can do em big jump, sir!"

You exclaim proudly.

Gaz look at you with mischief in his eyes, despite being older you can already tell this guy means good trouble.

Soap, who's probably the closest to your age sling his arm over your shoulder.

– "How 'bout yer show us hm?"

He said, letting his arm fall from your shoulder.

You nod and looking around, looking for a perfect thing you can jump on.

Before it lands on one and only Lieutenant.

Soap immediately notice and give you an unsure stare, knowing how Ghost hate physical touches.

– "Lieutenant?"

You call out, a fuzzy feeling form on your stomach.

And it explode into thousands butterflies when his eyes snaps to you, before they turns gentle.

It may look like he's glaring down at you but you both know that if you look close enough, you'd see the soft, gentleness in it. As if he's being careful to not scare you away. Or maybe it's your imagination.

You sure hope it's fucking not.

Ghost couldn't even believe it. He doesn't believe in this whole love at first sight deal. Just ridiculous.

And ironic isn't it, Lieutenant?

He wasn't listening to your chit chats before so when a soft voice calls out for him he was surprised.

And he craves more of your voice. He wanna hear you say his name.

And god you're so tiny standing in front of him.

You look so.. So fragile to him.

– "Uhm.. Sir?"

You call out again, slowly placing a hand on his arm, fucking desperate to get his attention back.

You definitely awoken something in him with that.

And you knew it when you can feel him tense up.

Ghost focus back on you again, nodding for you to do whatever you want.

Soap and Gaz was FLABBERGASTED.

L.T being soft? Man they whish they could record this right now.

But that'll be a dead wish.

You jog behind him, before running up to him and jump high. And holy shit.

You didn't lie.

You could almost jump over him.

But you didn't since there wasn't enough space, instead you land on his shoulder.

You would be concern for the neck you could broke but you weren't in your gears so you weren't heavy.

You cheers when you land on him, almost sending him to the floor.

He pause. Unsure how to feel.

#ghost call of duty #ghost riley #mw2 x reader #simon riley #call of duty x reader #x reader #gen z!reader #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare #task force 141 #gender neautral reader #Spotify

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flwersgarden · 1 year

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cuando caiga la luna. ノ⠀ ू ໋ ׅ ১

pairings : yandere!namor x mexican female reader.

summary : queen ramonda takes you hostage when she finds out you're namor's beloved. and let's just say, she found to regret that decision.

includes : soft yandere, kinda ooc namor ?? (i mean he kinda dark in the comics so idk), some aggression towards reader (not from namor's part), BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILERS!!

author's note : Y'ALL KNEW I HAD TO DO THIS Y'ALL KNEWWWW anyways yes, i am alive and yes, im gonna still write the reqs you sent. im just in a tenoch huerta mood k? and yes, this is (mainly) for my mexican girlies that may be lurking if so hi, let's be friends- anyways a lot of spanglish in the sense of going from spanish dialogue to english narrative but hey, no one can stop me so.

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“ please, let me go! you don't understand! ”

your cries are nonexistent for the queen of wakanda as she strolls to the center of her palace, where her throne sits, accompanied by her guards and riri williams, the scientist, who watches you from behind; feeling quite bad for you, even if your rumored god boyfriend is trying to kill her.

“ please, queen ramonda, let me go! please! ”

“ no. ” is the only answer she gives you but it encourages you into trying to make her understand, arriving in the room.

“ you don't get it-. ”

“ what could i possibly not get?! ” she abruptly turns around to face you, her guards stop walking and by the sudden stop, you fall to the ground, in your knees.

you sob as you raise your head. “ i don't want to go with him. ”

queen ramonda raises an eyebrow with a smirk.

“ and no. i don't find you dumb. ” you denied, knowing what she was thinking. “ but i need to explain before he... ”

you sob again.

riri walks to be next to queen ramonda, watching you with a confused gaze while the queen remains the same.

“ i don't love him. he keeps me hostage in his... kingdom. ” you try your best to explain in english, your words stumbling with one to another, the desperation is palpable. “ he has kept an eye on me since i was of age, watching me from afar until one day, he asked me to be his queen. ”

silence.

“ and when i refused, he burned the village i loved to the ground-. ” a sob interrupted you before the ugly cries took control of your body, your hands were the only thing stopping you from hitting the ground.

you missed queen ramonda's surprised gaze.

“ woah. the fuck? ” riri asks, pointing at you.

“ she's lying-. ” queen ramonda starts saying with a calm tone.

“ I'M NOT! ” you scream in frustration. you were tired of being ignored. you were tired of being his.

queen ramonda and riri watch you again.

“ i want to go home. ” you mumble. “ i miss my family. ” you shake your head, trying not to cry again, your eyes hurt. the whole thing, the moment, made you vulnerable. he warned you about that.

queen ramonda looks at you before she suddenly knelt to be in the same position as you were.

“ child. look at me. ”

you obey, your red eyes making her almost gasp.

“ what did he do to you? and be honest. ” the last part was whispered.

you sniff before answering. “ he took me. lost made me like one of them... he changed the poison. his people helped. ” venom laced your tone.

the memory of multiple strong people holding you still while namor forced your mouth open to drink that blue drink invaded your mind making you close your eyes for a few seconds.

“ why are you not one of them then? ” riri asks.

“ he changed it. ” you repeat. “ he changed it because it would've killed me. ” you scoff before chuckling with no humor behind it. “ it's surprising how worried he was of me dying... while he smiled at the screams of my family being killed. ”

you turn a hand into a fist.

the rollercoaster of emotions was enough to make you sick.

silence takes over the moment again.

“ then why are you stubborn about us letting you go? ”

“ because if you don't. ” you whisper before clearing your throat. “ i'm afraid he will kill you. ”

she scoffs. and just as she's about to answer, a loud sound could be heard.

you sob. “ he's here... ” you mutter, covering your face. “ i told you, i told you-. ”

“ stand back. ” queen ramonda orders to riri.

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namor walks out of the water, one of his best warrior stands in front of him. the amount of sounds block his ears from hearing your breathing, making him frustrated.

“ Kux in reina. ” namor speaks, looking around in hopes to catch you.

“ Yéetel Ramonda. ”

namor growls, slightly turning his head to the side when he suddenly raises his arm; wood destroyed at the impact of it. he turns, seeing a buff man's surprised gaze.

he hates to be distracted.

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meanwhile, riri helps you stand up, you grab her arm with your hand while the other covers your mouth. you are still trembling.

queen ramonda seems to be taking it all in. the destruction. the chaos. her people running far away from namor and his people.

you stopped sobbing from fear of him finding out where you were.

everything is silent between you two, the glass seemed to cover the faint sounds of screaming.

until you start to notice how close namor is.

you start to shake your head, taking steps backwards, riri stumbles with you.

“ h-hey, stop. ” she whispers, trying to calm you down but your gaze is trapped.

and when riri sees your mouth opening and your eyes wet, she turns.

and namor is standing in front of queen ramonda. his gaze is animalistic, almost like if fangs would grow at any moment, his heavy breathing scares you the most. because he is not tired. he is angry.

suddenly, something attacks him from behind making him loose his focus on you and your captors.

you turn to face riri. “ i have to give myself in. ”

she immediately shakes her head. “ no-. ”

“ more people will die- let me! ” you force yourself from her, making her keep a tight grip on you.

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after destroying that annoying ship shuri was in control of, namor turns towards you again.

he sees you battling with the scientist, trying to escape, while queen ramonda looks at him with mocking gaze.

he screams as he charges towards the three of you, his strong body bumping with the tough glass.

but, the glass starts to break with every hit so the queen walks back towards you and riri.

everything seemed to move in slow motion after that.

you trying to stop riri from holding you, queen ramonda trying to protect both of you and riri keeping you still with a hug.

a hug born from fear.

and just as you could push riri away, the glass breaks.

the impact of water hitting you made you dizzy and everything went black.

you feel like you're floating. small sounds of kids laughing and running around could be heard. chatting among adults while a fireplace is cracked.

a little smile appears in your lips as you see your parents, wearing their usual day to day clothes. you seem to now be able to walk.

your mother extends her arm towards you, as she usually did whenever she wanted a hug.

“ mi niña. ” she says with so much endearment you feel yourself growing close from crying.

“ mamá. ” you whisper with a sad melancholic tone, extending your hand as well.

when you touched her hand it felt nice. warm.

your mother smiles. “ te extrañamos tanto. ”

“ y yo a ustedes. ” you sob as you say that. and just as you were about to hug her. to touch her more. you see light coming from one side of the black room you're in. the water that was touching your feet moves aggressively.

“ tienes que regresar. ” she says making you turn to her.

“ no. no quiero. ”

your mother lets you go. you gasp.

“ no quiero ir, mamá, no me hagas esto. ” you whisper just as the water starts to drag you away.

“ ¡NO! ” you try to free yourself from the wet substance, trying to run towards your parents.

“ PELEA POR MÍ. ¡PELEA POR MÍ! ”

you breathe through your mouth, sitting up immediately as water leaves your lungs, and you start to cough.

cheering is heard from around you.

“ Le reina táan viva! ”

you look around, the people from talokan are surrounding you. you scoff before looking in front of you. there is a wide sea. and you feel quite uncomfortable.

your hands grab the ground and plays with it. seems to be sand.

“ mi amor. ”

you turn abruptly to your right side.

namor is sitting there, watching you with a smile.

“ estamos felices de que estés viva. ”

you keep your gaze in his. “ yo no. ”

he chuckles. “ pues yo sí. ” he stands up offering you his hand to which you ignore, standing up for yourself.

you stumble so he catches you, his grip tight; giving you the hint that he wasn't going to let you go.

“ la reina de wakanda es valiente. pero no inteligente. ” he suddenly says, making you remember what happened in the first place.

you give a small 'hmm' as a way to let him know you're listening.

“ raptarte es una cosa. ”

he grabs your arm and gracefully touches the small bruises riri's hand left you.

“ lastimarte... ” he whispers, jaw clenched before turning his back to you. you keep yourself in the same stance while he walks towards one of his warriors. “ eso es otra cosa que no puedo perdonar. ”

he grabs a box from the warrior's hands and walks to you again, his smile seemed brighter.

“ un regalo. como muestra de perdón por no haberte rescatado antes. ”

you rip the box open, tired of his dramatics.

but the sight made you gasp and throw it into the ground.

your back is towards everyone, as the sea waves barely touches the box material, hiding your traumatized gaze.

you tremble, your hand covering your mouth as you feel like vomiting the liquid in your stomach.

namor walks slowly towards you, hugging you from behind, his cold jewelry hitting your warm skin.

his head slightly hitting yours in a lovers embrace.

“ ahora ellos sabrán que a ti, nunca se te toca. ”

two hearts lay in the sand, the sea touching them before swallowing them whole.

he smiles, kissing your head with his eyes closed as he breathes your scent.

you are safe now, he thinks. you are safe.

the trembling it's because of the cold. the tears are of happiness.

now the both of you, along his people, have to return to talokan to prepare.

after all.

there's a war to win.

#namor x reader #namor x y/n #namor x you #namor imagine #tenoch huerta namor #namor marvel #namor #namor fanfiction

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violetduchess · 11 months

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Obey Me! as Ship Dynamics:

Notes: I dont like how Belphagor's came out but oh well🤷‍♀️

Lucifer: Sunshine + Grumpy

1. Your Positivity:

- Your cheerful and optimistic nature often clashes with Lucifer's serious and strict demeanor, but your contrasting personalities create a harmonious balance.

- Your unwavering positivity becomes a source of fascination for Lucifer, who is initially puzzled by your ability to find joy in the simplest things.

- Despite Lucifer's initial resistance, you find yourself drawn to his mysterious aura, and he secretly appreciates the warmth you bring into his life.

2. Lucifer's Protective Nature:

- Lucifer is fiercely protective of you, although he may not always show it openly. He worries about your well-being and is constantly on guard, ready to step in and shield you from any harm.

- When you face challenges or difficult situations, Lucifer becomes your pillar of support, offering guidance and encouragement in his own gruff way.

- Despite his grumpy demeanor, Lucifer secretly cherishes your optimism, as it acts as a source of strength for him in moments of doubt or darkness.

3. Finding Balance:

- Your positivity helps to soften Lucifer's grumpy exterior and allows him to open up and show his vulnerable side. You offer a safe space for him to express his frustrations and fears without judgment.

- In return, Lucifer's grounded nature and logical thinking help you navigate through life's obstacles and provide a sense of stability.

- Together, you learn to appreciate the different facets of your personalities, finding a balance where your individual strengths complement each other.

4. Lightening the Mood:

- Your cheerful presence has a way of brightening even Lucifer's most somber moments. You often find small ways to make him smile or laugh, slowly chipping away at his stoic façade.

- Your playful antics and unexpected surprises serve as reminders to Lucifer that life shouldn't always be taken too seriously. Your lightheartedness becomes a source of comfort and relief for him.

5. Mutual Growth:

- Over time, Lucifer's grumpy exterior softens as he learns to embrace your positivity and finds solace in your unwavering support.

- You, on the other hand, gain a deeper understanding of Lucifer's complexities, recognizing that beneath his gruff exterior lies a caring and compassionate soul.

- Together, you navigate the intricacies of your relationship, pushing each other to grow and evolve in ways you never thought possible.

Mammon: Dumb + Dumber

1. Mischievous Adventures:

- You and Mammon often find yourselves in trouble due to your impulsive and mischievous nature. You are partners in crime when it comes to embarking on daring adventures and questionable schemes.

- Whether it's sneaking into restricted areas, pulling off outrageous pranks, or exploring forbidden realms, the two of you always manage to find yourselves in absurd and hilarious situations.

2. Enabling Each Other:

- Mammon and you have a unique connection where you enable each other's mischievous tendencies. You encourage each other's wild ideas and are always ready to dive headfirst into reckless endeavors.

- Rather than cautioning each other, you egg each other on, leading to even more outrageous and sometimes disastrous outcomes.

3. Learning from Mistakes:

- Despite your knack for getting into trouble, neither you nor Mammon let your failures bring you down. You view your misadventures as valuable learning experiences, finding humor in your own follies.

- Instead of dwelling on your mistakes, you focus on embracing the joy and spontaneity of your shared escapades, even if it means making the same foolish mistakes again.

4. Unbreakable Bond:

- Through your shared penchant for mischief, Mammon and you forge an unbreakable bond. You understand and accept each other's flaws and celebrate your unique brand of stupidity.

- Your willingness to go to great lengths for each other, even if it means facing the consequences of your actions, strengthens your connection and solidifies your friendship.

5. Comedy Duo:

- Mammon and you are like a comedic duo, always ready to entertain those around you with your hilarious antics. You have a natural chemistry that draws others in and keeps everyone laughing.

- Your ability to find humor in even the most absurd situations creates a lighthearted and joyous atmosphere wherever you go.

6. Growing Together:

- While Mammon and you may be known for your foolishness, you also have the capacity to learn and grow from your experiences. Over time, you develop a deeper understanding of responsibility and the consequences of your actions.

- Through your shared adventures, you discover the importance of balance, knowing when to indulge in your foolish tendencies and when to exercise caution.

Leviathan: Shy introvert + Outgoing Extrovert

1. Encouraging Socialization:

- As the outgoing one, you make it your mission to help Leviathan come out of his shell. You gently push him to participate in social activities and introduce him to new experiences.

- Whether it's attending demon gatherings, joining online gaming sessions, or even just hanging out with other exchange students, you encourage Leviathan to step out of his comfort zone and discover the joys of social interaction.

2. Slowly Building Confidence:

- You understand that Leviathan needs time and patience to feel comfortable in social settings. You take small steps, gradually exposing him to different social situations and providing a supportive environment.

- Through your encouragement and reassurance, Leviathan starts to gain confidence in his abilities to interact with others. He becomes more willing to share his interests and engage in conversations, thanks to your unwavering support.

3. Embracing Alone Time:

- While you're always eager to engage in social activities, Leviathan teaches you the importance of embracing alone time and finding solace in quieter moments.

- He shows you the joy of indulging in hobbies, whether it's gaming, watching anime, or reading manga. Together, you find a balance between socializing and enjoying personal interests, appreciating the value of both.

4. Bonding Over Shared Interests:

- As Leviathan gradually opens up, you discover common interests that strengthen your bond. You both enjoy geek culture, gaming, and exploring the vast world of anime.

- Through shared experiences, you create special memories together, whether it's marathoning a new series or competing in gaming tournaments. These activities allow Leviathan to feel comfortable and connected with you on a deeper level.

5. Mutual Growth:

- Your outgoing nature inspires Leviathan to step out of his comfort zone, while his introverted tendencies remind you to cherish quiet moments and appreciate the little things in life.

- Together, you both grow and learn from each other's strengths. Leviathan becomes more confident in social situations, and you find solace in taking time for self-care and personal hobbies.

6. Supportive and Understanding:

- You provide unwavering support to Leviathan, assuring him that it's okay to take things at his own pace. You never pressure him into uncomfortable situations but gently nudge him to explore new experiences.

- Leviathan, in turn, appreciates your understanding and patience. He values your willingness to accommodate his introverted nature and finds comfort in knowing that you accept him for who he is.

Satan: Affectionate + Not used to it

1. Uncharted Territory:

- For Satan, affection is a relatively unfamiliar territory. He's not accustomed to receiving or expressing affection openly, often finding himself at a loss for how to respond.

- On the other hand, you are naturally affectionate, constantly showering him with hugs, kisses, and heartfelt gestures. Your warmth and love are something he's never experienced before.

2. Slowly Opening Up:

- It takes time for Satan to adjust to your affectionate nature. At first, he may be a bit overwhelmed and unsure of how to react. He might even be slightly reserved or awkward in response.

- However, as he spends more time with you and witnesses your genuine care and affection, he begins to let his guard down. He starts to appreciate and reciprocate the affection, albeit in his own unique way.

3. Acts of Service:

- While physical displays of affection might not come naturally to Satan, he shows his love and appreciation through acts of service. He may go out of his way to do things for you, such as preparing your favorite book, assisting with research, or even helping you organize your belongings.

- These gestures, though seemingly small, are his way of expressing his affection and care for you.

4. Trusting Your Intentions:

- Satan's initial hesitation stems from a fear of misinterpreting your intentions. He may doubt whether he deserves the affection you give or worry about overstepping boundaries.

- It's important for you to communicate openly and reassure him of your genuine feelings. Over time, he learns to trust your affection, understanding that you genuinely care for him and have his best interests at heart.

5. Encouraging Vulnerability:

- As you continue to shower him with affection, Satan begins to realize that vulnerability and opening up are not signs of weakness but rather an opportunity for growth and deeper connection.

- You create a safe and loving environment where he feels comfortable sharing his thoughts, fears, and insecurities. Through your unwavering support, he learns to embrace vulnerability and allows himself to be more open with you.

6. Growth and Balance:

- Through your affectionate nature, you help Satan explore a softer side of himself that he never thought he had. He learns to appreciate the beauty of love and affection, slowly growing more comfortable in expressing his emotions.

- At the same time, you understand the importance of giving him space and respecting his boundaries. You find a balance between showering him with affection and allowing him the time and freedom to adjust at his own pace.

Asmodues: Drama Queen + Over it

1. The Center of Attention:

- Asmodeus is always the center of attention, whether intentionally or unintentionally. His dramatic flair and extravagant personality draw people towards him like moths to a flame.

- While you appreciate his vibrant energy and enjoy seeing him shine, there are moments when his constant need for attention can become a bit overwhelming.

2. Love Through the Drama:

- Despite Asmodeus' dramatic nature, you can't help but love him for who he is. His zest for life, his ability to turn even the simplest of situations into a grand spectacle, and his infectious enthusiasm captivate you.

- Your love for Asmodeus is intertwined with his dramatic tendencies. It's what makes him unique and keeps the relationship exciting, even if it can sometimes be exhausting.

3. Balancing Act:

- As the one who is "over it," you find yourself playing the role of the calm and grounded presence in Asmodeus' life. You provide a sense of stability and a much-needed anchor amidst the whirlwind of his theatrics.

- While you appreciate his dramatic side, there are times when you need moments of tranquility and simplicity. It's important for you to find a balance between indulging in his drama and having peaceful moments together.

4. Drama Queen Meets Eye-Roll Champion:

- You have become a master of eye-rolling in response to Asmodeus' dramatic displays. It's almost a reflex reaction to his over-the-top antics, and he knows it too. But deep down, he loves that you can keep him in check and bring him back to earth when necessary.

- Your eye-rolling moments often lead to lighthearted banter and playful teasing, adding an extra layer of fun to your relationship.

5. Supporting Each Other:

- While Asmodeus thrives in the spotlight, you provide unwavering support and encouragement. You attend his extravagant events, cheer him on from the sidelines, and offer a listening ear when he needs to vent.

- Likewise, Asmodeus recognizes your need for a break from the drama and makes an effort to support you in return. He surprises you with quiet moments, thoughtful gestures, and reminds you that he can be there for you too.

6. Embracing the Colorful Life:

- Despite the occasional annoyance, you've come to embrace the colorful life that comes with being in a relationship with Asmodeus. His drama and flair have a way of turning the ordinary into something extraordinary.

- Together, you navigate the highs and lows of the relationship, learning to appreciate the balance between his dramatic nature and your grounded presence.

Beelzebub: Gentle Giant + Feral Gremlin

1. Protective Nature:

- Beelzebub's gentle and caring nature extends to you, as he sees it as his responsibility to protect you from harm. He understands your feral tendencies and embraces them, offering a calming presence to counterbalance your occasional violent outbursts.

- He becomes your steadfast guardian, using his immense strength and size to shield you from any threats and keeping a watchful eye over you.

2. Nurturing Your Wild Side:

- Beelzebub recognizes the feral gremlin within you and appreciates the untamed energy you bring to the relationship. He understands that sometimes you need an outlet for your more violent tendencies, and he encourages you to channel them in constructive ways.

- He might suggest engaging in physical activities or combat training together, allowing you to release your energy while keeping it controlled and focused.

3. Calming Influence:

- Beelzebub's gentle and calming presence has a soothing effect on you. When your feral instincts start to take over, he knows just how to calm you down and bring you back to a more peaceful state.

- Whether it's through soft words, gentle touches, or even offering you something delicious to eat, Beelzebub's presence has a grounding effect on your wild nature.

4. Unconditional Acceptance:

- Beelzebub accepts you for who you are, gremlin tendencies and all. He loves the fierce and untamed aspects of your personality, understanding that they are a part of what makes you unique.

- You feel comfortable being your authentic self around him, knowing that he will never judge or criticize you for your more violent moments. Instead, he embraces every aspect of your personality, cherishing the wild and feral parts as much as the gentle ones.

5. Balance and Harmony:

- Together, you create a balance between your feral tendencies and Beelzebub's gentle nature. He helps ground you, providing a sense of stability and comfort, while you bring excitement and energy into his life.

- Through open communication and understanding, you find harmony within the relationship, allowing both your wild and gentle sides to coexist in a healthy and loving manner.

6. Unbreakable Bond:

- Despite the contrast in your personalities, your relationship with Beelzebub deepens into an unbreakable bond. His unwavering support and acceptance of your feral gremlin nature make you feel safe and cherished.

- Together, you navigate the complexities of your dynamic, embracing the beauty of your contrasting personalities and finding strength in your love for one another.

Belphagor: Troubled + Cutesy

1. Bringing Sunshine to Darkness:

- As the cutesy one, your bubbly and optimistic nature serves as a ray of sunshine in Belphagor's troubled world. Your infectious positivity has the power to brighten even his darkest moments.

- You have a knack for finding the bright side of any situation and bringing a smile to Belphagor's face, reminding him that there is always hope and happiness to be found.

2. A Source of Comfort:

- Belphagor finds solace in your cutesy nature. Your innocent charm and adorable quirks provide him with a sense of peace and tranquility. Being around you helps him momentarily forget his troubles and focus on the simple joys of life.

- Your presence serves as a soothing balm for his weary soul, making him feel loved and understood in ways he didn't think were possible.

3. A Shoulder to Lean On:

- Your caring nature makes you the perfect shoulder for Belphagor to lean on. You offer unwavering support and a listening ear, allowing him to open up about his troubles and fears without judgment.

- Through your gentle encouragement and understanding, you help him navigate his inner demons, providing a safe space for him to express himself and find comfort in your presence.

4. Finding Joy in the Little Things:

- You have a talent for finding joy in the smallest of moments, and you're determined to share that joy with Belphagor. Whether it's engaging in cute activities, sharing adorable trinkets, or simply cuddling up together, you bring a sense of childlike wonder and happiness to his life.

- Your cutesy nature inspires him to let go of his worries, even if just for a little while, and embrace the simple pleasures of the present.

5. Encouraging Self-Expression:

- Belphagor's troubled nature often makes it difficult for him to express himself fully. However, your cutesy persona encourages him to embrace his own unique self-expression.

- Through your love and acceptance, you inspire him to explore his own cutesy side, helping him find joy in the little things and showing him that it's okay to let go and have fun without reservation.

6. Healing Hearts:

- In your relationship, you both find healing. Belphagor's troubled soul is gradually mended by your unconditional love and adorable nature, while you find solace in his arms, knowing that you can bring light to his darkness.

- Together, you embark on a journey of growth and healing, supporting each other through the ups and downs, and finding strength in the unique dynamic that your troubled and cutesy natures create.

Diavolo: Charming Himbo + Easily flustered

1. Diavolo's Charming Nature:

- Diavolo's charismatic and outgoing personality makes him the epitome of a charming himbo. He has a way of making everyone around him feel special and valued, including you.

- His constant compliments and flirtatious nature leave you easily flustered, as his words and actions never fail to make your heart race.

2. Bringing Out the Flustered Side:

- Your easily flustered nature becomes a delightful challenge for Diavolo. He takes great pleasure in teasing you and watching your cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink with the simplest of compliments or gestures.

- From playful banter to innocent touches, he knows just how to push your buttons and revels in the adorable reactions he elicits from you.

3. Diavolo's Protective Streak:

- Despite his charming and carefree demeanor, Diavolo has a protective streak when it comes to you. He can't help but feel a sense of responsibility to keep you safe and ensure your happiness.

- Whenever you become flustered or overwhelmed, he's quick to step in and offer reassurance, soothing your nerves and reminding you of his unwavering support.

4. Embracing the Flustered Moments:

- Diavolo finds your easily flustered nature endearing and captivating. He adores the way your eyes widen and your voice stutters when he compliments you or engages in playful antics.

- Instead of making you uncomfortable, he cherishes these moments, making it his mission to create more opportunities for you to blush and be adorably flustered.

5. Unveiling a Sincere Side:

- Behind Diavolo's charming himbo facade lies a sincere and caring soul. As he witnesses your easily flustered reactions, he becomes more attuned to your emotions and wants to create genuine connections with you.

- He takes the time to listen to your thoughts, support your dreams, and make you feel truly valued. In these moments, you see a side of Diavolo that goes beyond his charming persona, solidifying your connection even further.

6. Growing Together:

- Your easily flustered nature and Diavolo's charming himbo personality create a dynamic filled with laughter, teasing, and genuine affection. As you navigate the ups and downs of your relationship, you both grow together, learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses.

- Through Diavolo's guidance and your vulnerability, you begin to embrace your easily flustered side, finding confidence in his unwavering adoration and support.

Barbatos: Oblivious + Obvious

1. Barbatos' Obvious Affections:

- Barbatos wears his heart on his sleeve when it comes to you. His actions and gestures are filled with love and adoration, making it clear to everyone around that he has strong feelings for you.

- From the way he looks at you with tender eyes to the special attention he pays to your needs and desires, Barbatos' affections for you are as obvious as can be.

2. The Unnoticed Cues:

- Despite Barbatos' clear displays of affection, you often find yourself oblivious to his romantic intentions. You may misinterpret his kind gestures as mere acts of friendship, not realizing the depth of his feelings.

- While others may see the obvious signs, you remain blissfully unaware of the romantic undertones in Barbatos' actions, leaving him both amused and determined to find a way to make his intentions more apparent to you.

3. Subtle Hints and Encounters:

- Barbatos tries to drop subtle hints about his feelings for you, hoping that you'll eventually catch on. He creates opportunities for one-on-one encounters, offering his assistance or inviting you to events where he can spend more time with you.

- From sharing meaningful conversations to offering gentle touches and warm smiles, Barbatos aims to convey his affection without overwhelming you or making you feel uncomfortable.

4. Going Above and Beyond:

- Barbatos goes above and beyond to show his care and love for you, even if you may not fully grasp the extent of his intentions. He anticipates your needs and desires, providing you with thoughtful surprises and acts of service.

- Whether it's preparing your favorite meal or organizing events tailored to your interests, Barbatos consistently demonstrates his devotion, hoping that one day you'll recognize the depth of his affection.

5. The Unspoken Longing:

- While Barbatos may be obvious in his affections, he also harbors an unspoken longing for you. He yearns for the day when you finally realize his true intentions and reciprocate his feelings, eagerly awaiting the moment your obliviousness fades away.

- Despite the frustration that sometimes comes with your unawareness, Barbatos remains patient, knowing that when the time is right, you will come to understand and embrace the love he has for you.

6. A Gentle Revelation:

- Eventually, Barbatos decides to take a more direct approach in expressing his feelings for you. He musters the courage to have an open and heartfelt conversation, sharing his emotions and intentions, hoping that his sincerity will finally break through your obliviousness.

- It is in this vulnerable moment that you begin to comprehend the depth of Barbatos' affections, and as the realization dawns upon you, a new chapter unfolds in your relationship, one filled with shared love and a deeper understanding of each other.

Solomon: Tease + Annoyed

1. Solomon's Mischievous Nature:

- Solomon is a notorious tease, always finding ways to push your buttons and ruffle your feathers. His mischievous nature brings a playful energy to your interactions, as he delights in seeing your annoyed reactions.

- From witty remarks to playful pranks, Solomon's teasing knows no bounds. He thrives on the challenge of getting under your skin and making you crack a smile.

2. The Cycle of Teasing and Annoyance:

- Your dynamic with Solomon is a never-ending cycle of teasing and annoyance. He knows exactly how to push your buttons and can't resist the temptation to get a rise out of you. Meanwhile, you find yourself exasperated by his relentless antics.

3. Banter and Verbal Sparring:

- Your interactions with Solomon are filled with banter and verbal sparring. You engage in quick-witted exchanges, each trying to outdo the other with clever comebacks and sarcastic remarks.

- While Solomon's teasing can be exasperating, there's an undeniable chemistry between you that keeps the banter going, ensuring that neither of you gets bored.

4. Testing Limits:

- Solomon enjoys testing your limits and seeing just how far he can go before you reach your breaking point. He constantly walks the fine line between amusing and aggravating, always striving for that perfect balance.

- In turn, you've developed a resilient spirit, determined not to let his teasing get the best of you. You've become adept at deflecting his jabs and even throwing a few of your own, refusing to let him have the upper hand.

5. Hidden Affection:

- Beneath the teasing and annoyance lies a hidden layer of affection. Solomon's playful nature is often a mask for his genuine care and concern for you. Despite the exasperation, he values your presence and secretly finds your reactions endearing.

- While he may not always show it, Solomon's actions speak louder than words. He goes out of his way to help and protect you, proving that his teasing is just a part of who he is, not a reflection of his true feelings.

6. Mutual Understanding:

- Over time, you come to understand that Solomon's teasing is his way of expressing affection. Underneath it all, he enjoys the dynamic you share and the connection it brings. Likewise, he appreciates your resilience and ability to challenge him.

- Through this mutual understanding, a unique bond forms between you. You find solace in the fact that even though Solomon can be a tease, there's a genuine connection and unspoken affection that binds you together.

Simeon: "We're not dating."

1. Close Proximity:

- You and Simeon are always in close proximity to each other, whether it's during events or casual hangouts. You naturally gravitate towards one another and find comfort in each other's presence.

- Your interactions are filled with subtle touches, lingering glances, and gentle gestures that hint at a deeper connection. Despite this, you both playfully deny any romantic involvement, insisting that you're just good friends.

2. Flirtatious Banter:

- Flirtatious banter is a staple of your relationship with Simeon. You engage in playful teasing and witty exchanges, making each other laugh and keeping the energy light-hearted.

- Others may mistake your banter for genuine romantic interest, but you both maintain that it's all in good fun and a reflection of your close friendship.

3. Emotional Support:

- Simeon is always there for you, providing a listening ear and offering comforting words during difficult times. He offers support and guidance, going above and beyond to make you feel loved and cared for.

- While your bond is undeniably strong, you reassure each other that you're simply there for emotional support as close friends, even though your actions may suggest otherwise.

4. Couple-Like Activities:

- You and Simeon often engage in activities that are commonly associated with couples. From going on walks together to sharing meals or attending events, you naturally fall into a pattern that resembles that of a couple.

- However, when others make assumptions or tease about your relationship, you both brush it off and playfully deny any romantic involvement, emphasizing that you're just enjoying each other's company.

5. Unspoken Understanding:

- Despite your insistence on not dating, there's an unspoken understanding between you and Simeon. You both recognize the depth of your connection and the feelings that exist beneath the surface.

- While you may not have officially labeled your relationship, you share a bond that surpasses traditional friendship. There's an innate understanding of each other's needs and a level of comfort that goes beyond ordinary friendship.

6. Fear of Ruining the Friendship:

- One of the reasons you both resist acknowledging your romantic feelings is the fear of ruining the beautiful friendship you share. You value each other's presence in your lives and are hesitant to complicate things by crossing into romantic territory.

- Instead, you find solace in the unspoken affection and continue to enjoy the closeness without the added pressure of a defined relationship.

#xreader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #asmodeus x reader #satan x reader #leviathan x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphagor x reader #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #solomon x reader #simeon x reader

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LIKE MOLASSES • D. MORGAN X READER

cowboy derek (please see the vision please i was thinking abt rdr2 and arthur morgan and it happened); flirting; alcohol consumption; teasing; fluff; fem!reader; ~1k words

“Hey, sugar,”

You look up to a cowboy, strong and tall, dark skin and bright brown eyes with heavy-set eyes. He’s handsome, his smile higher on one side.

“Can I get me a whiskey?”

You smile. “Sure can,” you eye him. “On the rocks? Sure is hot out,”

“Yes, ma’am,” the cowboy settles on a bar stool. “Thank you,”

You get ice into a nice glass and pour a little more whiskey than you’re meant to give for the coins he slides over and pass it to him with a wink.

The cowboy chuckles, confident and alluring. “What’s your name?”

“__,” you tell him, syrupy sweet. “What’s yours, cowboy?”

“Derek,” he tilts his head after taking a sip of the whiskey. “You been working here long?”

“No, just trying to save up to move out of my parent’s sometime soon. Have a little nest egg for when I get me a husband.”

“A girl pretty as you doesn’t have a man wrapped ‘round her finger?”

Your face burns. “No, not even a farmhand.”

He shakes his head. “Well, that ain’t right. You ought to be treated well.”

You smile. “What about you, cowboy? Got a pretty girl at home for you?”

Derek laughs. “Barely even got a home.”

You can’t help the interested and confused “oh?” that slips out.

“Been an outlaw for a while,” Derek sighs. “Trying to get on the right side of the law, live the right way. Paid off some debts and fines, spent a few months here and there in county jails.”

“Girls like men who are a bit of danger, sometimes,” you drawl.

“Sweetheart, it was more than a little,” he finishes the whiskey. “But I’m getting back on the straight and narrow.”

You laugh softly. “Well, ain’t that convenient. I’m looking for guy on the straight and narrow,”

Derek leans back on the stool, eyeing you up and down with a smile. “That sure is something,” he stands, spurs clinking against the chair as he does. “Tell you what, maybe I can take you out somewhere, get to know you.”

“I’m workin,’”

“I can wait,”

You smile and nod. “I get off around seven.”

Derek smiles. “I’ll be here.”

When you exit the bar, you don’t see him at first, squinting against a slowly setting sun and a cloud of dust kicked up by a wagon drawn by four draft horses that’s down by the corner by the time the orange haze settles.

You spot him by a horse, leaning against the stand and he smiles. “Miss __!”

Perking up, you hurry over. “Nice horse. She yours?”

“Sure is. Had her for four years now.”

You stroke her neck gently and peek up at Derek through your lashes. “You said you wanted to take me out somewhere?”

“Depends on how safe you feel ridin’ with an outlaw,” his voice is light and full of humor. “There’s a pretty ridge a few miles out, can get there real quick and have a picnic at sunset. Or dinner in town,”

With a hum, you move to stand next to him. “Well, saddle up, cowboy,”

Derek grins and eases up into the saddle before helping you behind him, pulling you up from the stirrups.

She’s a tall horse, and you don’t ride often.

“Wrap your hands around me, sweetheart,” he tells you, clicking her forward. “We’re gonna speed up.”

You obey, delighting in the warm and solid muscle you feel through his shirt as you wrap your arms around his torso. You do, in fact, speed up, kicking up dust and wind cuts through whatever he’s trying to say, whipping away half his words.

It’s exhilarating and a little terrifying, too.

Turns out he had prepped the ridge — and you don’t know if you should be pleased or offended he assumed you’d prefer this to the diner —, set out a nice blanket and made a basket of food.

He even has a fancy wine in there.

“I thought you said you were getting on the straight and narrow…” you squint at him. “Seem pretty well-off to me,”

“Well, outlaws aren’t exactly poor,” he laughs. “Just a little unwanted. Borrowed money, you see.”

“Borrowed from who?”

“Rich assholes,” Derek shrugs. “Mainly the ones who mistreated their workers and women. Once the men I was running with started going for anyone with money is when I left.”

You sigh. “Won’t they be after you, then? You know their names and faces.”

“Well, sure, but I can hold my own. ‘specially if I got a pretty girl who needs protecting.”

Your face heats up. “Well, you’ll have to work to have me.”

“I’m not one to run from a challenge.”

Derek shifts a little closer to you, studying your eyes and face closely. You shrink away a little, embarrassed by the scrutiny and way he can see every flaw this close.

“Hey, no, no, don’t do that,” he catches you with a gentle hand on your shoulder that you could easily shake off. “You’re gorgeous.”

You smile and melt a little under him.

He kisses your cheek, quickly and soft, a barely there touch. “I’ll take my time with you. And show you I mean everything I’ve been saying.”

You nod. “Well, you better. I think I’d be crushed if a man as sweet as you was a liar.”

“Ex-liar,” Derek supplies with a silly grin. “And thief.”

“Oh, the horror,” you chuckle, sipping some of your wine. “But not anymore?”

“No, ma’am. Not anymore.”

#my works #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan fanfic #derek morgan x you #derek morgan fic #derek morgan #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #derek morgan fluff #derek morgan scenario #derek morgan fanfiction #derek morgan oneshot #derek morgan imagine #criminal minds x reader

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onyourowndaisymae · 1 year

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obey me boys as deleted tweets

the brothers as deleted tweets that made me laugh so hard i almost woke my roommate up

[part 2] // [part 3]

content warning: mature content & dark humor ahead!!

#for anyone actually looking at the tags just know the levi one sent me into hysterics several times #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #deleted tweets #otome #i think this post might be my magnum opus honestly #obey me deleted tweets

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faeriekit · 9 months

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Health and Hybrids (VI)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWO is here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here and this is part six💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Danny and Bart are bros now. The Speedsters chat about the horribly injured entity their kid has decided is like a...pet? Theydk?

Trigger warnings for this story: body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) | my awful attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

Danny wakes up to an unbridled wave of nostopdon’t.

…He rouses. His lungs flutter.

Danny flinches.

There’s something— it’s large and it’s green in a way that humans are not and it’s taller and wider than Danny’s human and the space it makes in Danny’s senses—

The red human Danny is too attached to now buzzes to his bedside, spilling worrywor/rynerv/ous all over Danny’s section of this abandoned hospital. His muscles tighten up to compensate; and when the green not-human adult gets closer, Danny pushes himself forward on his elbows— closer to his vibrating human, closer to a defensive formation.

The green thing moves and Danny can’t see the gesture. He bristles.

And then

Danny’s skull spl

its

down the middle.

Everything hurts and everything is on fire.

Danny screams.

And he screams.

And—

Danny isn’t moving— everything else moves when Danny screams but he isn’t moving— the fast human has gotten even faster and they’re zooming through the building, through rooms and past adult humans that Danny has never seen, and all Danny can do is sink his claws into the human and hope that it stays. That Danny stays. In its arms, and not next to— that.

The fast-buzzing human finds a dark room.

It shoves Danny and itself inside. Good.

They hide.

Even better.

Someone comes to the door, and Danny can feel the frigid heat of a blast forming in his fingers. But it’s only two of the humans Danny has already met. And another young human.

This one has light hair, he thinks. It shines in the light spreading out from the cracked doorway.

They talk and they don’t crowd his space but to be honest Danny would rather they did. There’s something horrible out there, and he knows these humans aren’t that bad and whatever green thing out there certainly is. They should all be safe in this nice dark room.

He makes a grabby hand. Come here. Get closer.

…One of them does. Great! Danny gently bats at it with his knuckles until it joins them underneath the table. Danny puts the buzzing human in front of him and his new human behind him, so that he’s in the middle. There’s layers now. They can’t all get wiped out at once.

Danny makes grabby hands at the other. It makes a huffy sort of vibration. Probably a laugh. Stupid. Doesn’t it notice that they’re in danger??

Danny whips a very sharp comehererightnowbetween them— not lashing, but not gentle. They are in danger. Come here.

Thankfully, the last two obey—Danny’s pretty sure he’s being humored, but that doesn’t matter. Not as long as they’re all under the table. And safe.

The buzzing human’s anxious vibrations slowly move out into a slower, calmer boredom, and that’s fine, because boredom means that it doesn’t think they’re in danger. No one has found them yet and the humans are twitchy and nervous.

One of the darker-dressed humans says something. Danny can’t tell what it says, exactly, but he can turn his head to listen. The words flow around him like water. Someone else murmurs something else.

A human hand bats at Danny’s. Danny flinches. It—is it fighting?? Are they fighting??

They don’t start…hitting. But they keep batting at Danny’s hands, very carefully avoiding his claws, and—oh. They want to play. And they probably want to play quietly, so they’re being smart about not getting caught. Ugh. If Danny had his toys, they wouldn’t be so bored. This is almost worse than boredom.

…Fine. Danny’s claws don’t exactly retract like an animal’s, but they’re not so essential to his being that they’re formed and present all the time. The sharp shapes of his claws shift in the darkness, until they’re only blunt nails: suitable for playing.

All the humans make very excited noises under their breath. It’s all very interesting or something. It can’t be that special. Danny sees other ghosts reshape little bits of themselves all the time.

The quiet human in red gently lifts up Danny’s hands with its own. It gently tosses Danny’s hands in the air, so that they clap together very quietly once they fall down onto its own. Danny lets it happen. They’re this close to him anyway. They’re probably not a threat.

(The real threat is outside, anyway.)

Then his hands get flipped over. The human gently bats its hands against Danny’s, extremely careful not to anger him enough to claw. They do this a couple times before Danny figures the game out.

Oh. It’s a hand game—Danny even knows this one. It’s Ms. Mary Mack. The quiet one whispers the right tune under its breath.

Once Danny knows it, it’s easy to gently follow the motions. He surprises them when he knows the motions as well as they do; his wrists hurt when he goes too fast, or when the human kids do—when they push too hard, Danny makes himself intangible, to their delight—but he can be gentle, and eventually everyone else is gentle, and they carefully plot out Mrs. Mary Mack and a veeeery slow version of Concentration.

It’s all very fun, right up until the Large Green Not-Human pushes itself through the floor.

Danny pulls his hands back, unsheathes his claws, and shrieks.

Everyone yells and everyone gets closer—it’s a defensive formation and that’s good but it’s not enough if he needs space to help defend them—and everything is loud and upsetting and Danny’s already hurt but he can fight and he will—

—Apology, Apology— something whispers, infinitely quieter than the attack Danny had suffered.

He bolts upright. What? Oh, oh no. It wants to talk to him. Danny does not want to talk back. NonononoGoAWAY.

The giant green thing backs off. Danny gets a distinct sensation of —Questions, Answers— sent to him. The feeling is accompanied by a procession of Danny’s own memories: the stars from the base, the container he’d woken up in, his bed nest and all the waste in it.

Danny winces further back under the table. Just because he likes his cot and feels safe in it doesn't mean it isn't gross. It is gross. But everything is going to be gross until all of his insides are actually inside of him again, and not squished up in his more liquid form.

The quickfasthuman darts in front of Danny, as if it is going to be any defense against whatever this creature is, and starts yelling in its little human voice. Danny keens.

—Care, Concern— flows towards him. With it comes Danny’s memories of the buzzing human bandaging him, a flesh-tone bandage stretching across the hole where more of his nose ought to be.

…Danny stills. It’s. That’s.

It’s a very gentle emotion. Maybe the thing is…lying…? But if it was, Danny would be able to feel it. Right?

There are more thoughts and feelings that come by, first very quietly and softly, and then a little too fast to track as the being get ahead of itself. When Danny pulls away, it slows down, and the flow becomes manageable again.

The Earth. Green and peaceful.

Space. —Home. Home—

This base that Danny is on. On it are faces that the green being can see, that Danny can’t— but in its memory it shares, all of them are welcoming and friendly with…their coworker. This being.

(Is this an alien?!)

(The being pauses in its recollection. It feels distinctly —Amused, Amused—. And then Danny gets space memories!! Of Mars!!!)

He carefully eases his claws out of the carpet. Okay. This is pretty cool. Danny’s getting the hang of this.

He (thinks? Successfully?) bounces back a memory of his first room, his first shuttle model of the Atlantis, the glow in the dark stars on his ceiling.

The alien (Alien!!!) treats him to a memory of his own offsprings’ resting places in his home. On Mars.

Danny doesn’t even argue when his buzzing human tries to pick him up. They can break formation. It’s fine. Danny purrs and purrs with his core. For the first time in months and months, someone can speak to him properly. Someone wants to speak to him.

What Danny thinks matters.

The stranger invites Danny into a mutual conversation, and Danny accepts.

Danny sinks himself into a memory of the earth, as seen from the upper atmosphere. The stars were all-encompassing there. He misses flying.

The Martian sends him a memory of a crashed…

…Oh. Danny squeezes further under the table. That’s the Specter Speeder. From the stranger's eyes, his crash into the dirt looks so bad. That’s…that crash hurt him. He’s still hurt. Still so bad.

Even the alien’s —Concern, Fear, Worry— isn’t a comfort.

The Martian replays the memory of the bandaids again. And then a new memory: the laboratory where Danny woke up.

The room was full of nervous humans in scrubs and lab coats, all of whom were nervous, nervous, fussing over problems like safe food and adequate oxygen and sanitary environment and please, please be okay. Danny’s empathy is limited to other empathetic beings, but the humans' thoughts and worried faces are bare and transparently clear to the alien.

…Oh.

Danny thinks of the young humans crowded around him, trying to keep him comfortable and safe, even when the alien knows that the humans know that he isn’t a threat. But that they worry for Danny anyway, because he’s scared and unhappy and in pain.

Oh, Danny thinks. …Oh.

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