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daytaker · 10 days

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Tea Time

In which MC and Satan accidentally travel to a pocket dimension simulacrum of the underground labyrinth in the demon lord's castle.

Ship: None (MC & Satan, not MC/Satan) Word Count: 2.6k CW: Choking Set in the Nightbringer timeline.

You can find it on AO3 by clicking here.

(Author's note: Just as a heads-up, this is a very "early on in the game" version of Satan. He is mean. He is violent. He is mean and violent towards MC. I keep the tone light but I figured I should be a bit explicit about what you'll find below the cut.)

Record scratch. Freeze frame. Perfect.

So...yep. That’s me. I’m the one on the left, running for my life through a torch-lit labyrinthine corridor, being chased by a three-headed devil dog. Now, it might be a cliche, but we’ve already done the record scratch bit, so I might as well go all out:

You’re probably wondering how I found myself in this situation.

Well! Let me direct your attention to the other individual onscreen. On the right, has black horns, a fur mantle, and murderous intent written all over his face. This charming person is Satan. Yes, that Satan. But also, no, not really that Satan. For this story to make any sense, you’ll have to take my word for it that Satan is, in fact, a skinny blonde kid who looks like he's in his early twenties.

Suspend your disbelief for me, please.

So what happened was this...

I spilled some tea on a book lying haphazardly on the floor of Satan’s room. It was an accident, of course, but try telling him that. I was bringing him tea in bed because he was griping in the group chat about his headache and I’m a very considerate attendant and friend, when suddenly the whole room shook.

Now, I never did figure out why that happened. Maybe Cerberus was acting up. Maybe someone ate Beel’s custard again. Maybe there was an earthquake! I don’t know if Hell has those, but it might be a possibility. The point is, the room shook, and I shook, and the teacup shook, and the tea inside the teacup shook, and it all poured out onto a book on the floor. I hardly noticed it, since the only drops that didn’t land on the book had scalded my hands, meaning I was a bit distracted, but Satan sure did. I don’t know if that headache of his had been exaggerated or if he was so angry that he didn’t care about the pain, but before I even found a place to put down the teacup and tend to my burns, he was out of bed and in my face.

It was scary. I’ll admit it. Satan scared me. Back in my own time, I’d always had the hardest time feeling like I was “getting to” him out of all the brothers. Even Lucifer had clear enough motives and something resembling a moral code that I felt like I could follow. But Satan was different. Always different. He put me on edge with his cynicism and short temper, and he carried himself with a haughtiness that devolved into irritation whenever he felt someone was doing something stupid.

Still, we’d gotten to a point where things were at least friendly between us, and I sometimes got the feeling that he was trying to play-act the sort of easy friendship I’d formed with Mammon and Levi and the rest. But it never felt…authentic. I appreciated the gestures–book recommendations, shopping trips, things like that. But he was never really comfortable, so I was never really comfortable. I guess, more than anything, I felt sorry for him.

…It makes me feel like an asshole to admit that to myself.

That’s Satan from my time, though. This Satan… Where do I even begin? Trying to explain would be tedious, so I’ll just continue with the story and let you figure it out yourself. To recap, this was the situation: I’d spilled tea on his book, but the expression on his face made me feel like I’d been caught killing a kitten. Horror. Disgust. Disbelief. But most of all, rage.

His hands were on my throat before I could get a word out. So we’re back to where I was before this little tangent, when I said: Satan scared me. I was scared. Part of me knew that this wasn’t actually going to be how I died. I’ve been assaulted and almost killed by demons too many times to count. Maybe I should have been used to it by now. But the panic that set in when I couldn’t get air to my lungs, and when I looked into his green eyes, clouded over with fury, and when I felt his hot breath on my face, like I was staring down a raging bull–

You don’t get used to that.

My eyes were watering and my chest was burning and I was clawing at his hands, and as darkness swept over us, I thought that maybe I really was going to die like this.

But then, the hands were gone, and I fell onto my knees, sputtering and wheezing as my pulse thundered in my ears. It was only after a few seconds of steady breathing that I realized my hands were touching a cold stone floor. Wiping my eyes, I looked up. I was in a dark hallway lit with only torches, with divergent pathways splitting off in a variety of directions. It was musty, and damp, and my skin felt clammy, but there wasn’t anything new about this place. Not for me, at least.

“What happened?” Satan’s alarm seemed to have overridden his anger for now. He looked up and down the hallway, peeking down a few of the off-branches, before turning to me again. “What did you do?”

I made a weak attempt at answering, but the instant I inhaled to speak, my throat stopped working, and I burst into a frenzy of dry coughs, gripping my burning chest and neck.

Satan tsked and turned away from me uncomfortably, looking the hallway up and down again. Something seemed to catch his eye at the same time that I caught my breath.

“I don’t… know what happened, but…” I wheezed, and Satan cast me a sharp glare over his shoulder. “I know where we are. This… is the labyrinth… under the Demon Lord’s castle.”

There followed a fresh fit of coughing, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t playing it up somewhat at this point. I wanted him to feel bad. I wanted to see some flicker of guilt on his face. The Satan that I knew was at least capable of that.

“Would you stop that?” was all this one said to me. “I have a headache. And I know where we are. I lived here for a year, or did you forget?” He reached down and picked something up from the shadows by the wall. It was the tea-stained book. He turned and held it out for me to see, silently gloating in this evidence that, whatever had happened, the tea fiasco was related, so this whole thing was really my fault.

Satisfied by my silence, he approached the nearest torch and held the book up to the light. "Mysteries of the Demon King's Castle," he read off the cover. "Now equipped with easy-to-use pocket dimensions, giving you a fully immersive experience– dammit !”

He stopped reading and hurled the book down the hallway, out of sight.

“...I didn’t realize pocket dimensions were unlocked with tea,” I muttered sullenly. “Why did you leave a book with transdimensional charms on it lying on the floor?”

I thought it was a sober, reasonable question, but based on what I could see of Satan’s face, he disagreed. As he turned on me, he suddenly seemed taller than I remembered, so much so that he blocked out the torchlight. “Are you saying this is my fault?”

I couldn’t see what kind of face he was making in the dark, and I was glad about that as I backpedaled somewhat. “I’m… I’m just saying there’s fault to go ‘round!”

That didn’t seem to do much to quell his mounting annoyance. I wasn’t entirely sure what he was angry about at this point. The spilled tea? The wet book? The pocket dimension? The suggestion that he might be partially responsible for our current predicament? All I knew was that there was a dark energy stirring around him. It wasn’t out of control yet, but I took note and stepped back.

“...This is stupid,” he finally mumbled. That illusion that he was taller than before had ended, and he was the same stature as always as he walked in the direction he’d tossed the book. “I’ll get us out.”

I stayed where I was, rubbing my sore neck, and stared into the darkness after him. The sound of footsteps slowed. Everything was silent.

Then the sound of footsteps picked up again. Rapidly. Satan was running back in my direction, and chasing him was–

“Cerberus?!” I was running before I had time to think I should be running. “What’s he doing here?!”

“Shut up!” Satan said rather unhelpfully. Then he made a sudden turn, and I nearly tripped over my feet skidding to a stop and running after him. I made a grab for his hand, just to have something to keep us from being separated in the dark, but he hissed like the touch burned him and pulled it free again.

Now, I was starting to feel pretty angry too.

“Why are we running?” I snapped between pants. “Isn’t that your dog?”

“Lucifer’s,” was his terse reply. “Stop following me. If we split up, at least one of us will live.”

“Are you being serious?” I struggled to keep up my pace while giving him a look of appropriately scathing incredulity.

Satan didn’t appreciate my expression, because he refused to look at me. He kept running, eyes trained forward, gritting his teeth. “I don’t know! I need a minute to think! So shut up!”

Fed up with him, I picked up my pace with the last of my flagging strength and shoved him bodily into a crevice. He was so shocked that for a few seconds, while he was reattaching his jaw to his skull, I was able to take his own advice and assess the situation clearly. No running like a lunatic. No accusatory jabs. Just me and my thoughts… And that was all I needed.

It was incredibly simple. Cerberus was here because Cerberus wasn't really here. This pocket dimension was designed for the book it came with, so it goes to figure that the creatures living in it were little more than illusions.

“How dare you–?”

Satan had recovered his senses and looked ready to lunge at me, so I sidestepped out of the crevice and into the path of the other beast.

“Wind and fire, heed your master’s call!” I shouted. The wind began to whip fiercely around me as the torches blazed. I never got tired of this. It was badass every time. But I didn’t have time to appreciate the theatrics. Cerberus had just rounded a corner and was loping towards me, all three jaws snapping. “Vile illusion! I cast you back into the darkness!”

The wind blew so violently that I could barely keep my balance, and from the sound of a thud and a hissed “damn!” behind me, it seemed like the wind was even less considerate of Satan. But in front of me, the gale seemed to blow the image of Cerberus away. The wind rushed, the torchlight blazed, and in seconds, the creature had vanished completely.

The air settled down and the torches dimmed to their usual brightness. In the absence of the howling wind, every sound was intensified. My heavy breathing. Satan’s heavy breathing. His voice behind me when he rasped, “What…?”

“It wasn’t real,” I answered breathlessly. “Just… an illusion.”

“What…did you do?”

I turned around to face him, only to find him on his knees, fists clenched on his thighs. I wilted somewhat. I hadn’t meant to draw power from him, but he was right there, and the illusion had been so intense…!

“I…guess I had to borrow some of your power to banish the illusion. It- It wasn’t intentional…” I started to stammer out the best excuse I could pull from my ass, but then he looked up at me. His eyes flashed dangerously, his teeth were bared, and the sound he made was more like a snarl than a voice.

“This is my body! You can’t use it! You can’t, you can’t, you can’t! I’ll kill you!”

As enraged as he was, he was too weak to do much about the situation. I mumbled an apology, taking a step back. Satan kept muttering curses under his breath, head bowed, and before long, I’d pushed his words out of my mind. It wasn’t like this was the first time one of the brothers threatened to kill me, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Fatigued from my own burst of mana output, I shut my eyes, slid down the wall, and sat on the floor, running a hand through my hair as I exhaled. We would be fine now, I reassured myself. Satan would blow off his anger, and we’d figure out some way out of here. Leaving a pocket dimension should be relatively simple. Even if that failed, at the very least, Lucifer or Solomon would figure out how to rescue us. Right… All we had to do was…

......

I didn’t remember falling asleep, but then again, who does? When I woke up a short time later, stiff and sore against the stone wall, I was alone in the hallway.

“Satan?”

My voice echoed in the stone passage, and I reflexively shuddered. How many creepy things have chased me down these halls? Sure, this one wasn’t the real thing, but… what else besides Cerberus might be waiting in the wings?

It took some courage for me to shout louder. “Satan!”

Nothing.

I groaned. Loudly, too, just in case he could hear it. That bastard. My head reeled as I forced myself back to my feet. There was no way he would have just walked off into this maze without me, was there?

…Was there?

A nervous knot was growing in my stomach. “Satan, if you can hear me, you’d better say something!”

“Something.”

The voice came from directly behind me, and I shrieked. It was an ugly shriek, and it was loud, and when I turned around indignantly, I saw Satan. That asshole. He stood watching me with an irritating expression of self-satisfaction, and in his hand, he held the damn book that started all of this in the first place.

“So you’ve decided not to kill me?”

It was a stupid thing to say, and I knew it wouldn’t do anything besides annoy him, but I was embarrassed and I wanted to wipe the smug smirk off his stupid face.

It worked.

“Don’t you ever get tired of asking such irritating questions?” he snapped. “I was going to tell you I’ve found a simple way to get out of this nightmare.” He started thumbing through the pages, which smelled strongly of green tea.

One haphazardly sketched pentagram later, we were both standing in Satan’s room. A quick glance at my D.D.D. confirmed no time had passed during our little excursion to the illusory labyrinth. Thoroughly drained, I sighed and plopped down onto the floor with a bump. Three precariously stacked books proceeded to fall and hit me on the head, one after the other, like this was some sort of Looney Tunes skit.

“Careful!” chided Satan, steadying the stack. “You’ll start an avalanche, and I don’t have the patience to deal with that today! I have a headache.”

As I stood up, he flopped down on his bed, his back facing me. I stared at him for a few long seconds, then sighed. I could no longer repress a smirk.

“Want me to get you some tea?”

This was something I wrote while I was developing Let's All Be Shadows. It's a little sillier tonally. While I'm finishing Chapter 19, I figured I'd post this here, since I realized I hadn't done that yet.

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careforbesdaily · 1 year

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[Caption: several gifs from The Vampire Diaries and The Originals focused on Caroline and Klaus’ dynamic during the crossover episodes set in New Orleans. First, in a flashforward, Caroline appears in New Orleans demanding to see Klaus, saying she knows he comes to that bar and confidently stating that he’ll know her. In the present, Klaus asks Stefan how Caroline is, smiling, making Stefan look uncomfortable. Later, Klaus expresses scepticism to the idea that Caroline would carry and give birth to her twins and then distance herself, sarcasticallysaying “that does sound like the Caroline I remember”. After kicking out Stefan he ends up picking up his phone when Caroline calls, greeting him with a “Hello, luv.” and a small smile.

She asks who’s talking, with trepidation; he says, with mock affectation “Ouch. Has it really being that long?” and her face is frozen when she says her name out loud, after getting confirmation it’s him. During their conversation Klaus goes on a tangent, asking what does she think of hand-me-downs since her daughter’s “outgrown onesies” are a waste of a chest he had that used to belong to Louis XV. Later he promises her to ensure Stefan will be fine, reassuring her. He also repeats her words from his last visit to Mystic Falls (“here you are, in college, building a life for yourself. Plans, a future, things you want.”), making her smile as she says “Klaus, I’m not doing this with you.“ In a charged moment, he tells her “It’s not a crime to love what you cannot explain, making her look down at one of her babies; he also tells her that he was sorry to hear about her mother’s death, and that he’s sure she would’ve liked to see Caroline with the kids.

Driving, in a car ride with Stefan he asks Stefan if he loves “her”, clarifying who he means when Stefan turns his head quickly; Stefan asks if he still has feelings for Caroline, and Klaus deflects, saying he has too many complicated women in his life. When he fins out Stefan is being chased by the Huntress for protecting Damon, Klaus tells him to let Caroline go, or “spend an eternity sacrificing everything good [he has] with her for [his] brother.” Later on Stefan is hidden in a trunk with Hayley; she asks to see his homepage, which shows Caroline; Hayley mentions that Klaus “had a thing for her” and Stefan replies “Yep.” Finally, at the end of the episode, Stefan tells Klaus that he loves Caroline, that he knows Klaus did once too, and promises to do right by her. Klaus, affected, thanks him.]

#tvdedit #toedit #dailymysticfalls #klaroline shippers club #caroline stan club #klaus stan club #cwladiesdaily #cwladsdaily #7x14 #to 3x14 #klaroline #caroline forbes #klaus mikaelson #userthing #cinematv #edits #gifs #*#laura

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an-evergreen-rose · 2 years

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When Worlds Collide Part 2

PART ONE | PART THREE

Kate Bishop x Female Spiderwoman reader (basically has Miles powers; invisibility, electric webs)

Summary: You find yourself in Kate's apartment

Warnings: like one swear word if that even counts idk

A/N: Guys, keep giving me praise. I LOVE IT.

“So, the bedroom is just through there,” Kate said, pointing to the door down the hall “And feel free to take a shower, the bathroom is the one on the right… I can kinda smell the bin juice from here.”

“Ouch, Kate. You are ruthless,” You replied, hand grasping over your heart at her words. But all jokes aside, you did stink, so you happily took up the offer.

Once you finally figured out how the shower actually worked, glad to know that it wasn’t just your universe with the shower dilemma, you let the warm water wash away all remains of the dreaded bins, applying a generous amount of Kate's body wash, pleasantly surprised by the smell. After cleaning your hair and rinsing off all the soap, you reached for the towel on the rack, humming in contempt at how warm it was. Midway through drying yourself, you realised that you had no other clothes with you apart from your suit. Now it would be pretty stupid to wash and then get back into the bin juice-soaked suit straight after.

Wrapping the towel around yourself, your shoulder-length hair dripping slightly on the floor, you exited the bathroom, finding the raven-haired girl sitting in front of the tv with lucky resting on her lap.

“Hey, Robin Hood, do you think maybe I could borrow some clothes?”

Kate was startled, to say the least. First, she didn't even hear you leave the bathroom, and next thing she knows, you stood leaning against the wall in nothing but a towel. Fucking hell, Kate, get it together.

“Uh, sure, yeah. You can take some out of my drawers in the bedroom.”

“Thank you, Kate,” You replied, amused by her pink cheeks. “Could I also use your washing machine? My suit kinda smells.”

Kate nodded, getting up off the couch. “Yep.” She said quickly, taking you to the small laundry room allowing you to shove your clothes in with hers. Now you would definitely smell like her.

With a small smile of appreciation, you headed into the archer's bedroom in search of some clothes to wear. Your cheeks heated up when you realised you would have to borrow some of the girl's underwear too, as yours were getting washed along with your suit.

Luckily, you guys were around the same size, the only difference was that Kate was a couple of inches taller, so finding clothes that fitted was easy enough, besides the fact that you looked a little drowned in the longer garments. You took an educated guess into thinking that Kate's favourite colour was purple, after seeing her in her purple suit and now her drawers filled with other purple items of clothing. You settled on some purple sweats and a light grey hoodie, quickly putting on some socks before you left the room in search of the raven-haired girl again.

When you left the room you jumped a little seeing her standing right outside the door, her arm raised as if she was about to knock. She looked at you with wide eyes as she took in what you were wearing. All her clothes. Of course, Kate knew you were going to borrow some, she just didn't realise how much she would enjoy seeing you in them.

“Sorry,” Kate rushed out, embarrassed at how she had to snap out of her little trance. “I was just about to head into the shower but then I realised that I didn’t have any clothes to wear because they’re all in here… where you are. I was about to knock but… you opened the door before-”

You decided to cut Kate off on her obvious nervous ramble, “No worries, sorry to keep you waiting,” you smiled, stepping out of the doorway, letting Kate into the room.

“I, um, I ordered some pizza for us,” Kate said in a small voice, still a little embarrassed from her tangent. “There’s some money on the bench for when it comes, just in case I’m still in the shower.”

You thanked her with a smile as you walked towards her couch, taking her spot next to lucky as she grabbed some clothes from her room.

She wouldn’t tell you that you grabbed her favourite sweats, mostly because she loved the way you looked in them. She definitely wasn’t expecting to feel this kind of way about you, but she couldn’t deny that you were good-looking. From when she saw you in your suit, the way it hugged your curves, and when you took off your mask, your hair a little messy and your face a little flushed from walking in the cold streets of New York only moments before. And god, when you walked out in that towel, and you looked so vulnerable… so much skin showing, all for Kate.

Kate's shower was a little colder than usual, given the circumstance of you being on her mind. She knew it was wrong to think like this, having only known you for about an hour, but Kate was known for being a little unexpected. And falling for a girl who literally fell out of the sky is not out of the question for the archer. She grew up getting whatever she wanted. And she was beginning to think she wants you.

But that's getting a little ahead of ourselves.

She heard the front door open, and a small conversation between you and the pizza delivery person was muffled by the bathroom door. Deciding she had spent enough time in the water, she turned it off, drying and dressing before leaving the bathroom, finding you sat on the floor, crossed-legged, your back resting on the couch with a comically large slice of pizza in your hands.

Kate smiled when she saw you again in her clothes, sitting in the chair next to the sofa you rested on, “How’s the pizza?”

“Delicious,” you replied, mouth full of pizza making Kate scrunch her nose with a laugh.

“Glad to hear it, Y/n,” Kate replied, reaching over to grab herself a slice.

After the pizza and some small conversation regarding the shitty movie that was playing on the tv, Kate let you sleep in her bed for the night, insisting she was more than happy to have the couch. You protested of course, but you found out just how stubborn the raven-haired girl was as you ended up wrapped up in her soft sheets, basically falling to sleep straight away considering the day you’ve had. Once again, being consumed in more of Kate's scent. First, her body washes and shampoos, then her clothes, and now her bed. You were starting to think it was your new favourite smell.

I basically just tagged everyone who commented on part 1, let me know if you wanna be tagged

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#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x you #kate bishop imagine #marvel x female reader #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #spiderman #spider girl #kate bishop x spider girl #gxg #wlw

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amazingmsme · 4 months

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this is the most random weird pairing but like just hear me out…

lee!richie with any ler!lord in black (maybe wiggly 👀)

MDGSMWJD I’M OBSESSED WITH THIS OMGGG WIGGLY WOULD THINK HE’S SO ANNOYING BECAUSE HE WON’T SHUT UP & HIS ENERGY IS JUST TOO MUCH TO DEAL WITH

Got a lil carried away so I’ll spare y’all’s dash

Like just imagine Richie walking through the Black & White & he’s all confused & scared & out of the abyss he sees The Onceler IRL & freaks out but in a good way. He’s the first life form he’s seen in this endless nothingness & it’s the fucking Onceler??? He doesn’t know what the hell is going on but he’s rolling with it!

Walks right up to him like “excuse me, Onceler sir?”

“Excuse you indeed”

“I like your cosplay! :D”

“… my what?”

Cue Richie launching into a tangent about cosplay & the Onceler & Wiggly snaps at him for even thinking he’s that technicolor abomination. So Richie apologizes like “sorry, my mistake… you’re like if the Onceler & Slenderman had a baby!” & let’s just say he really should not have said that because now Wiggly’s even more ticked off. But Richie is oblivious & just scrolling through pictures to show him & trying to convince him it’s not an insult, they’re both really cool!

But Wiggly is just not having any of it & is like “you’ve insulted me for the last time!” & busts out the tentacles & Richie’s like oh shit oh fuck please don’t kill me I’m sorry! & it’s like well damn, you’re already dead I can’t kill you even if I wanted to… I’ll just tickle you instead. So he just goes “no… I plan on doing something much worse”

& he grabs him with a tentacle & Richie screams cause he’s expecting the worst but then he feels something slip under his shirt & start tickling him? & he’s squirming in his hold & trying to wiggle away & is like “hey that tickles” & Wiggly just lets out an evil chuckle like “I know”

& then he realizes that’s what his plan was all along & he starts struggling even more & is like “I-I’m sorry I called you the Onceler! I’ll do anything you want, just let me go!” & that’s the last thing he should’ve said

“Anything?” 👀 “Yeah, anything!” “Okay Richie… laugh” & before he can even do or say anything else he’s laughing hysterically & already begging for mercy. & maybe Wiggly says something a little too close to one of the doll’s voice lines & Richie’s like WAIT A FUCKING SECOND! & he just blurts out “are you that damn tickle doll??” Cause he’s certain he is but also that’s just a silly little toy, he’s not real!

& Wiggly is all defensive like “it’s a vessel! A VESSEL!” Cause he’s used to hearing shit from his brothers but Richie just nods & goes along with it like mhm yep totally, a vessel, got it. But he’s still a little salty so he takes it out on poor Richie

& his laugh is so cute & infectious, Wiggly starts to have fun with it & teases him about his reactions & his squeaky laugh

Ok but also, since he’s dead, his asthma isn’t a think & Richie’s freaking out because shouldn’t he have had an asthma attack by now? Shouldn’t he be wheezing? He’s never been tickled for this long before wtf is happening? & also internally panicking because he shouldn’t be having this much fun

Ok but after Wiggly lets him go Richie just starts following him because he doesn’t know what else to do & Wiggly is so done but he just lets it happen

They’re walking in silence for a while & Richie’s been thinking it over & he just goes “so if you’re the doll… doesn’t that mean you’re ticklish too?” & Wiggly stops dead in his tracks & glares him down & says “do you ever shut the fuck up?” & Richie just goes quiet & Wiggly thinks that’s that & then he hears him mumble “I’ll take that as a resounding yes”

& then Richie’s running for his life (afterlife?) because Wiggly really didn’t appreciate that little quip

#asks #anon ask #npmd headcanons #lib headcanons #hatchetfield headcanon #richie lipschitz #wiggly #tickle me wiggly #wiggog y'wrath #lords in black #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #ticklish!richie

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gayuu-the-necromancer · 1 year

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William Rex

Chapter 2

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William: "Ahahaha! You're the unluckiest person I've ever met. To think that in the end you were forced to say yes to teaming up with a person you're most wary of."

Kate: "Um..it's not like that...."

William: "It's fine, you don't need to deny it. It's not like I'm particularly offended or anything."

Right when Victor proposed the idea of teaming up with Master William, the man himself showed up. There was no way I could have said no.

I ended up accepting to work with Master William.

(....As the 'Fairy tale master' I have to win the trust of these people, so that I can go back to my normal life)

(If keep being vigilant and don't go off on tangents, I'll be fine)

Kate: "So...Master William."

William: "William."

Kate: "....William, what are your plans for today?"

(What if he's going to take me to another blood-soaked arena....)

Opium dens, East ends slums....

I asked all the unsafe places I could think of and all he did was...

Laugh funnily.

William: "Sorry to disappoint you, my lady. But we don't kill people every day and night."

-----Options-----

I don't know what to expect.

Sorry.

Thank god.

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(No matter how terrifying last night was....me asking that is still rude)

Kate: "........Sorry, that was rude of me."

William: "No. It's a natural reaction. Besides...."

William: "I quite like that honest look on your face and the fact that you ask so many questions."

William: "To tell you the truth, I don't have any plans for today."

William: "I guess, maybe, going to town for a bit to gather info..."

At that moment, a bright voice flew in close by.

Liam: "Good morning Will! Oh, you too, Kate."

(Oh, that voice is...)

Kate: "Good morning, Li......um?"

Kate: "Mr. Roger....I didn't know you were good at mimicking other people.....?"

Roger: ".....It's not me. Liam, stop pranking everyone with your ability, will you?"

Liam: "Ahaha, sowwy~"

Kate: "HUH!?!?"

With a light giggle, Liam popped out of thin air.

Liam: "Haha, that's a fresh reaction. Did I surprise you that much?"

Kate: "Aha....so 'disappearing' is your special ability?"

Liam: "Yep. I guess the correct way of saying it is to 'become invisible' to the eyes of people at a certain distance. Fufu, is quite convenient, is it not?"

William: "You look happy. Are you having fun experimenting with Roger, again?"

Liam: "As expected of you, Will. You know everything."

Kate: "Experimenting?"

William: "Roger, himself is a cursed 'traitorous hunter', and is researching about the curse."

Liam: "He's an oddball who joined the Crown because he wanted samples other than himself."

Roger: "I do human experiments all the time. Liam here is my cooperative test subject."

(Human experiments.....)

Roger: "That's right. I'm also planning to do some comparative testing with the general public."

Roger: ".....Young lady, do you want to cooperate?"

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Roger: ".....Young lady, do you want to cooperate?"

Kate: "Eh...?"

(I don't know what he will make me do. I'm scared)

I swallowed my fear that welled up.

Kate: "If that's within the scope of my duties as a Fairy tale master then.....""

William: "......."

Roger: "....Heh Hahaha. Didn't think you'd actually take it seriously. My bad, I was joking."

Kate: "Eh....O-Oh....?"

(Well.....thank god, I guess)

Liam: ".....Will? What's wrong?"

William: ".....No, nothing."

.............

We parted ways with Roger who went straight to his lab, and Liam joined William on a walk to our unknown destination.

(Hm...? What is that?)

As we approached the entrance hall, I noticed what was not there last night piled high in a voracious pile in the center of the hall.

A frame wrapped in fine cloth, a coffin with a design of obvious historical value.

Necklaces with gemstones larger than a fist displaced on a torso mannequin....

Other beautiful things are lined up in a narrow space.

Alphonse: "Haa...El did it again."

Liam: "Good morning, Al. Did you just come home?"

Alphonse: "Yes. My friends....wouldn't let me go last night."

As Mr. Alphonse approached our direction, he had a languid atmosphere and I smelled the muddled sweet scents of multiple perfumes.

(It would be wise not to ask....what he had been doing until morning)

Alphonse: "Let's have these taken to El's room."

Alphonse: ".....At the end of the day, it's probably destined to be thrown away again in the room like a piece of junk."

Alphonse: "Anyways, goodnight everybody."

Mr. Alphonse, with a theatrical lament, left for the back of the castle.

Liam: "Master El is cursed with the curse of the Queen of Greed."

Liam: "He is looking for the 'most beautiful thing' in the world....that's why sometimes he can be like this."

Kate: "So all of that was Master Elbert's belongings?"

Liam: "Yep. I heard that the Queen from Snow White is based on this curse. Also, not to forget, Al's curse is of the 'Magic Mirror."

Jude: "Tsk...What the hell is this? I can't walk."

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Jude: "Tsk...What the hell is this? I can't walk."

Mr. Jude appears with a swear word and stomps over the coffin with his foot.

(It's like he's punishing...)

Ellis: "Good morning, William, Kate, and Liam. We're off to work. See you later."

Behind him, Ellis jumped over the coffin, like it was nothing.

Liam: "Have a nice day~ .....Their curses are 'the 13th Wizard' and the Thorn."

Liam: "Do you know about the Sleeping Beauty fairy tale?"

Suddenly, Ellis, who was about to leave the castle, looked back at us as if he had just remembered something.

Ellis: "I see that the newspapers have already reported about last night's incident, Will. They say the Queen of Hearts is out."

William: "It's earlier than expected. Seems that there is an excellent reporter. Thank you, Ellis."

(Queen of Hearts...?)

I nod my head as I watch his back as he leaves the castle.

Liam: "It's from Alice in Wonderland, published decades ago. 'The Queen of Hearts."

Liam: "Off with his head!' is what she always says, right?"

Liam: "That's why the newspapers write funny things like Will's tricks."

Kate: "I see...."

Liam: "Roger says that the Queen of Hearts itself may be based on the curse of the 'Self-righteous King."

Liam: "I don't really know if that's true."

I wrote down every piece of knowledge I received one by one in my notebook so as to not forget.

Kate: "Saying that 'the Queen of Hearts is out' means that William's assassination is famous?"

Liam: "Of course. Will is one of the founders of the Crown."

Liam: "It's is said that the Crown was created as a result of an incident that Will caused, right?"

William: "Yeah. You remember it so well. My cat is listening to me."

(....I see)

So, it was before the Queen gave the order.

William may have 'conquered evil with evil' in some cases.

(...And that there was a reason for her Majesty to think it should be continued)

(The Crown...William, what are they all fighting for?)

William: "Speaking of which, Liam, how was your stage practice today?"

Liam: "The show is this afternoon! But the action scene is pretty hard."

(Stage...show....)

Instinctively, I reacted to those words.

In the end, I ended up not receiving my paycheck for the month, so my dream of getting a ticket with my night shift paycheck was no more.

On the contrary, I won't be able to say anything about the theater for the next month.

(....I wish I could see it)

William: "......."

William: ".....I've decided my plans for today."

Kate: "Eh!?"

William: "Let's go see the play."

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(My job should be to observe William and note his sins, not to enjoy watching the play with him)

William: "Rain rain go away, come again anot her day....♪"

(The person singing in a good mood next to me is the one who should be monitoring me)

(Not a gentleman who will go out of his way to please me...but)

Kate: "Um...Since this is a popular show, we might not get tickets if we unexpectedly go on the day of the show!"

William: "Don't worry. I got it."

Liam had me dressed up with gusto, and I was standing in front of the theater, escorted by William.

William: "Where do you wanna sit?"

When asked, I reflexively think of the area in the front row where I can have a good view of the stage.

(I like watching it there the best. I will be able to see the expressions on the actors' faces when they come out on stage....)

(...But it's too extravagant to order so much)

Kate: "As long as I could see it, I would be happy with any seat."

William: "Hmmm?"

After climbing the stairs and walking to the reception area, William said his name and for some reason, the manager jumps right out.

Manager: "Master William, how may I help you?"

William: "I need two seats for tonight's show."

Manager: "Sure."

(Huh....?)

William: "As one of the supporters of this theater, I have some flexibility."

The manager and William proceeded to talk familiarly, despite my lack of understanding.

Manager: "Is it your usual seat?"

William: "No. Are there any seats in the front row?"

Kate: "Eh....!?"

When I started trembling with joy but also holding back from jumping with excitement, William's eyes softened gently as if he could see through me.

William: "Heh, if you are this happy, you should have told me you wanted to sit in the front from the very beginning."

Manager: "Thank you for your patience. We have your seats ready."

(Ready....? That means I can finally see it)

William: "Thank god. Let's go then."

(It was something that I'd had to work hard for months and also I have to be so lucky to get it so easily....)

(Life is so unfair.....)

(....But, I'm still happy)

..........

Entering the theater, my buoyant mood was immediately blown away.

(It's not a level that stands out)

Even in the front world, William seems to be a celebrity, from the aristocrats in the royal box seats to the commoners on the second floor.

On top of that, all their gazes seem painful, like knifes being thrashed on my back.

(Is it because it's unusual for him to be seating in the front row....or is it because he has a lady with him?)

I was terribly nervous because I had never been exposed to such stares, but more than that....

(Isn't it kind of bothering?)

I glanced to the side and my gaze tangled with William's streaming eyes.

William: "Don't worry, I'm used to it."

Kate: "....Oh, I see."

(I'm slowly getting used to his mind reading)

William: "By the way, I also know what happens when I look back at the person who stares at me."

Kate: ".....What happens?"

William: "50% - will look away, 40% - will smile at me."

Kate: "....And the remaining 10%?"

William: "Raises their middle finger and say 'I hate you.' Mostly men of course."

Kate: "Fufu, what's with that?"

I couldn't help but feel the weight of my shoulders being reduced.

(.....Seriously, what a strange man)

It's obvious, but I, or anyone else besides the Crown, have been involved with him and have liked or disliked him.

Realizing that....I felt for the first time that he was the same person living in the same world.

William: "You are finally smiling."

Kate: ".....Was I not smiling that much?"

William: "Yeah, and even now, you're laughing to your heart's content only half of the time."

Kate: "Eh...."

William: "Oh look, the curtain is about to open....the show is gonna start."

I was tilting my head at the meaning of his words, but the stage, which began immediately, took my attention away.

By the time it was over, I had forgotten all about it.

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Kate: "I thought he was really stabbed with a knife in that scene! How could he act like that?"

On the way home after the play, my excitement of seeing the play so close up was too hard to shake off.

William: "Have you never really been stabbed before?"

Kate: "Eh....that's unexpected. Isn't it obvious?"

William: "Why not? Nowadays, anesthesia and suturing techniques are more advanced and he could have been stabbed by someone he knew for acting."

William: "And he had a habit of dragging his left leg a little."

William: "It's common for nerves to be compressed by an open wound during suture surgery, leaving the lower extremities paralyzed."

Kate: "Oh....really?"

William: '....What do you think?"

(If it's true....that's a hell of a passion)

I can't see myself giving my life at the risk of possibly dying.

(Is that what love does to you?)

Thinking with a straight face, William burst out laughing.

William: "AHAHAHA! What's with that face?"

Kate: "Eh.....?"

William: "It's just my speculation, Kate."

William: "You trust my words too much, even though you think you should be wary of me."

I suddenly got embarrassed when I realized that I took his words too seriously.

Kate: "Seriously...please don't make fun of me."

I reflexively retorted and covered his mouth with my hand.

(I shouldn't...from earlier)

(I was excited by the play and emotionally moved)

William: "....Kate."

But, William gently removed my hand that was covering his mouth.

William: "You have a habit of taking people's feelings into consideration, but you try to push your own feelings into the background."

William: "It doesn't seem like it's because I was the main killer."

William: " 'I'm afraid of working with you', 'I don't want to be a part of your human experiments', 'I want to go see the play', 'I want to sit in the front row."

William: " 'I don't want to be teased'....."

William: "They are all genuine feelings. Why hide them?"

(Why....?)

The question was asked so curiously that a strange feeling welled up in my heart.

(I don't know...why)

(But...I just)

(I felt like I shouldn't....voice my heart as it is)

Kate: "I don't have any...particular reason as to why."

William: "You could have cursed me. Like calling me a murderer or selfish."

Kate: "It's just...I don't know you so well enough to curse you, and...."

William: "That's absolutely right."

William: "If so....would you like to know more?"

I was perplexed by that question.

(Why are you asking me that?)

(I know that I need to understand his sin...to be able to return to my normal life)

(It shouldn't matter to me....whether I intend to know or not)

Kate: "....it's for my goal."

William: "Mmhmm."

William simply smiled and looked at me.

(Why is smiling so much when looking at me?)

Ever since I met him, I'm at the mercy of his smile.

(....Even right now, he's not looking at me)

(He's trying to see what's in my heart....and it makes me restless)

Kate: ".....Thank you for bringing me to the show today."

William: "You're welcome. I was originally planning to come to town anyways, so don't worry about it."

William: "So, where shall we go next?"

Kate: "Hm? Aren't we going home....?"

William: "Haha, Why? Is it your bedtime, already?"

William: "Don't worry, for the next month, your life will be far from modest."

William: "Oh, I know a place. It's safe and fun. You'll love it."

Big Ben is showing at 9pm. Just watching the play is enough, I'm full.

Besides, it doesn't feel right to go to a 'fun place' alone....that too with an assassin on a night like this.

(But....)

But, today he was there for me. He saw what I wanted and gave it to me.

Was it a trap to get me to nod to this invitation, or was it his true kindness?

Once that was clear, I felt I could understand just a little bit more about who he was.

William: "Come, let's go."

There is only one way to know.

Chapter 3

#ikemen series #ikemen villain #ikemen villains #ikemen villains william #otome #cybird #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #ikemen mc

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almost-a-class-act · 2 months

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Fic Writer Interview

Thank you for the tag @eoinmcgonigal, @softguarnere, and @onehelluvamarine!

How many works do you have on AO3?

79! What a fun non-round whimsical number.

What's your total AO3 word count?

795,246

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The One Direction fic where I killed half the band, plus three more One Direction fics and a Shameless fic. Fun right?

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Special props to those comments where you guys say something cool that I hadn't thought of, which prompts me to go off on a tangent with my character thoughts. I hope that's fun for you, but if not then at least you delayed me having to call the exorcist for one more day.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

This one, maybe? It's one of the top five One Direction fics I mentioned earlier. "Louis is the medical android tasked with taking care of Liam in a world after nuclear war."

Honourable mention to my Roe/Spina based on the PTSD-as-time-travel aspect of Slaughterhouse Five.

Could also be the canon-era Cobb/Hoobler.

Or, gosh. Is it sadder if nobody dies but it doesn't work out? Then I have the Liebgott/Tipper for you!

Sorry team. It would seem I write a lot of angsty endings.

What the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

It's the SidMaryEugene y'all.

Do you write crossovers?

No, but I'm not like, opposed on principle.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I wrote one fic in the Shameless fandom and had to turn off anonymous commenting. But by and large I've been lucky!

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes - the odd PWP if I am in a super specific mood, but otherwise just whenever it works in a story. I wouldn't say I'm, you know, wildly adventurous or anything. Lmao.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep, the Shameless fic was a co-writing endeavour.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Luztoye. I just identify pretty strongly with both.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Tough one, genuinely. I don't like to write off my WIPs!

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and ghost stories.

What are your writing weaknesses?

World-building probably. I get too excited about the characters and I don't really care about what's going on around them, oops.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I try to keep it to a word or two here and there. I haven't figured out how to string whole exchanges in and have it feel organic.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Lord of the Rings or the boy wizard who shall not be named, probably. Actually. I did write some Four Brothers fic early on? Yes the 2005 action thriller starring Mark Wahlberg and Andre 3000.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Once I'm not busy with school I want to get weird in the Justified fandom. Obscure pairings here I come!

What's your favorite fic you've written?

I've got a soft spot for Where the Pieces Go, my Chuck/Lieb friendship fic. I dedicated it "to good friends everywhere" because friendship is kind of a big deal y'all. It's kinda the whole point.

Tagging (I'm sure you've all been tagged like 25 times because this fandom is a tiny circle but anyway): @frstcorinthians @terresdebrume @sonsofmahal @heystovepipeboys @blood-mocha-latte

#tag games

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yallemagne · 7 months

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Van Helsing, I love you, I am sorry, I have read this book several times over, I know all that has happened and will happen, and I still have trouble believing your bullshit---

First up, JONATHAN!!! My babygirl is BACK, and I love to hear his voice. He's filled with new energy but there is still that shakiness, that anxiety. The firm certainly mixed with the moments of fear and reflection aghh.

Van Helsing's preaching about Mina is so patronizing I want to slap him, oh my god. He is earnest, but lauding Mina as some heavenly symbol is just... bad news. No one can place someone on a pedestal that high while also regarding them as a human being and not an idol. Van Helsing adores her, but he still has yet to respect her.

VH: "Madam Mina told you against my orders?? And you are not dead??"

Jonathan: "Oh, actually, maybe the stress of not knowing and forcing myself to ignore the signs around me was really bad for my health. If it went on any longer, I probably could have worried myself to death."

VH: "Hahaha... you tell me... that secrecy meant to protect can harm instead?"

Jonathan: "Yep."

VH: "I MUST TELL FRIEND JOHN BEFORE HE HAVE THE STROKE!!"

Jack sounds more shaky than ever. The uncertainty that plagued Jonathan but is gone now has been afflicting Jack instead, but he does not acknowledge it. It doesn't help that Van Helsing...

Lissen. He's taking his first baby steps into being fully honest with Jack. And by that I mean he burst into Jack's asylum, shoved a newspaper in his face, and proceeded to scold him for not being into spiritualism. I don't blame Jack a single second for his difficulty.

Little tangent: THAT ISN'T HOW VAMPIRE BATS WORK YOU FUCKKER. Have you SEEN how tiny they are? A vampire bat would sooner balloon up and POP before it could drain the blood from a grown man's veins. What you have to worry about with vampire bat bites is rabies or infection not fuckinogn complete exsanguination, you madman. Jack doesn't know about bats, of course, but I DO and I might not know about parrots or GIANT SPIDERS IN SPANISH CHURCHES, BUT I DO KNOW BATS. Vampire bats are tiny. The absolute biggest bats in the New World don't drink blood, they eat birds and rodents and smaller bats. VH, stop shit-talking real bats.

That aside.

He berates Jack for doubting before Jack has even had the chance to doubt. Part of the reason Jack hasn't come to the conclusion that it is vampires... isn't that he's written it off as impossible. It's that he doesn't know what the fuck vampires are. And VH doesn't even bother to say the word vampire. He accuses Jack's dead friend of attacking young children before he even explains the concept of vampires.

Jack presuming that the creepy mortician stole Lucy's body is a reasonable conclusion with the information he has. The idea that Lucy has risen from the grave and is biting children now is NOT A REASONABLE CONCLUSION WITH THE INFORMATION HE HAS.

Van Helsing knew that Jack would have a hard time believing. He knew, so he tried to prime Jack's brain for the mic drop, but sir, spouting a bunch of urban legends about immortality and blood-drinking and then saying "I just need you to blindly believe me" is not good priming. It's just not it, chief.

"I didn't want to hurt you with the reveal, hence why I yelled at you about science and spiritualism and parrots for like eight minutes before finally getting to the point and accusing your dead crush of abducting and harming children."

There was a better way to go about telling Jack, Van Helsing. I don't know what it is. All I know is that you have gone about it in possibly the worst way, and you are not allowed to be annoyed with Jack for even a second, you mad lad. You made your bed, now sleep in it.

#dracula #dracula daily #re: dracula #jonathan harker #abraham van helsing #jack seward #john seward #all caps

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Yep yep yep I could write a mf thesis on the costumes in TOWL!!! Lowkey might be the standout of the show for me (-ok, maybe acting aside lol)? Maybe/especially because I wasn’t expecting it? Not that I was thinking it would be bad or anything like that, I just wasn’t thinking about it. But the work the costume designer, Eulyn, did was absolutely sublime. I’m absolutely gonna keep an eye out for her and her work from now on. It’s not just that the costumes were beautiful (which, they were! Just to give maybe the most obvious example; Eulyn, girl, you don’t understand, we owe you for life for Rick in his military uniform 😮‍💨😂) but the storytelling told with the costumes??! 🔥🔥🔥 Just incredible. For example, in ep4, you can fully trace the state of the Richonne relationship and Rick mental’s state just by looking at the costumes.

The work done has been truly phenomenal. I hope she is getting the flowers she deserves!

The talent Eulyn has is crazy!!! She's so so good. I'm glad Danai wanted her for this. Danai's vision is never wrong. She's so right about everything. Not to go on a tangent about Danai and everything but its so beautiful to see nearly every headcanon Richonner's had come true on the screen. Like... our own ship actors had the same ideas. They were real the whole time, not just fanfiction. Just speaks to how well of actors Andy and Danai are. We really picked up everything they put down. It's amazing.

TOWL is just a masterpiece through and through. A true love letter to the fans. Even the costumes have you reeled in. It's so crazy! I've never seen costumes tell a story like this. Also I'm drunk right now soooo... sorry if I don't make much sense. I just really fucking love every single last thing about this show lol

#michonne grimes #rick grimes #richonne #the walking dead #twd #the ones who live #towl

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I know it's an old trope and I know it's not IC for Dream at all but I'm enjoying the idea of Hob introducing Dream to a smartphone (probably a really old smartphone model) just so he can send him random pictures from his day, and memes, and Dream goes from hating the very concept of this small noisy electric square, to actually kinda digging it because you know where you get good stories? Twitter. AO3. YouTube. Tumblr. SCP-wiki. Forums. You know what's divine? Sending a meme to Hob and him responding with:

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

you know what, anon... yeah

about to go off on a tangent now (sorry) but you’ve got me thinking about the idea of dream of the endless prince of stories being like, really into digital storytelling in all its forms and it’s... a vibe???

dream and urbandictionary? no, seriously

dream learning about how language grows and changes online. the digital collective unconscious of online spaces and shared humor and what makes a meme funny. those little grassroots maps projects people make to mark themselves off as little pins on maps and bring themselves together

morpheus, prince of the stories in the craigslist missed connections section: “hello beautiful stranger, i saw you on the L train on my way to work, you were wearing a floral dress and a white bucket hat and you had your airpods in. you were listening to a song that made you smile. (you have a great smile by the way.) you asked me what book i was reading on my kindle, then got off at the next stop. if you’re reading this, tell me what i answered. hope i get to see you again”)

dream + digital humanities? medieval manuscripts catalogued online in high res, webcomics, forums... dream valuing derivative works and knowing people will always see and find themselves in versions of the great stories

dream keeping up with postsecret and humans of new york

dream feeling warm inside whenever hob texts him a photo of his morning coffee or his stack of papers to grade or a beautiful sunrise

dream texting hob sentences of perfect grammar and hob responding back with an emoji, and dream knows everything encompassed in it, because dream learning what all the emojis mean and their specific connotations

ahhh, yep

#LIVING FOR IT #the sandman #dreamling #anon i don’t know but you unleashed something in me #I STARTED WITH CUTE MEME TEXTS AND ENDED UP WITH. THIS. and now i am having an emotion

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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The Demigod From Asgsrd - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 94)

Summary: JJ and Steve celebrate their birthdays and Steve clears the air between him and Sam and Bucky

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Fluff! Light Angst! The Falcon and the Winter Solider Plot! Rogers: The Musical

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 94: Birthday Boys

You were leaning against the desk in the lecture hall, arms crossed a smile playing at your lips as you listened and watched your students fiercely debate whether gods were real or not. The class was pretty much equally divided with both sides having valid points. The debate was one hell of a tangent that had started when someone asked if Thor was immortal, but you didn’t mind, it was still relatively on topic and it was making them use their debate skills.

Glancing down at the clock you realised the class was coming to an end “Alright guys you’re gonna have to finish this debate in your own time” you call out clapping your hands together.

“can’t you settle this debate? You know don’t you?” one of your students asks.

“I do” you nod “and you’re both right,” you tell them, the entire class murmuring in confusion “gods aren’t a species, gods aren’t born they’re made” you explain “The Asgardian gods were aliens that visited earth thousands of years ago and humans at the time couldn’t understand why they had the powers they did and how they were thousands of years old, so they settled on believing they were gods”

“Like the Spaniards and the Aztecs,” one student points out.

“yes exactly like that, when people don’t understand something or have the tools like we do now, it only leaves the supernatural” you explain.

“so all gods are aliens?” a student asks.

“no, some are yes, but others have been mutants” you answer.

“and you’re half alien,” another student asks.

“yep” you nod “but I do prefer the term demigod” you smirk “gods are people just like you and me, they’re flawed, make mistakes and can be selfish, but they have given humanity and other species many great things, they have given something to have faith in, something to believe in and it’s the idea of them that is truly immortal” the students all hum in agreement “we can discuss it more next class if you want but we all have places to go and people to see so get on going”

As the students begin to filter out you pack up all of your stuff and follow them out, making your way to your office to make a dent in the essay marking you had to do before heading out to pick JJ up from school.

Later on in the afternoon, you were standing in the kitchen finishing up the dinner, watching Steve, JJ and Scout all run around the garden as they played. You chuckled as Steve lifted JJ up over his shoulders and swung him around, JJ screaming with laughter. It was a good thing they were doing this before dinner rather than after.

Pushing open the back door you called out to them “Dinner time boys”

Steve turns around, JJ still across his shoulders “Coming, c’mon bean” he says lifting JJ off his shoulders and holding him up just above the ground.

“Dad!” JJ laughs complaining as he tries to put his feet on the floor.

“what are you doing JJ, you’re gonna miss dinner” Steve chuckles as JJ wiggles in his hold.

“Dad put me down” JJ giggles.

“dinner’s getting cold boys” you laugh shaking your head at him.

“Sorry JJ, I’m heading inside, you’re gonna have to work this out yourself” Steve dramatically sighs, as he takes a step forward, carrying JJ inside with him who was laughing the entire time.

Once inside Steve lifted JJ up and sat him down on his chair, scruffling up his hair making JJ giggle as he tried to fix his hair. You smiled as the pair of them as you served out dinner, sitting down next to Steve.

“so JJ are you excited about your birthday next month?” you ask as everyone begins to tuck in.

JJ nods his head as he swallows his mouthful “Yeah, birthdays are the best” he grins.

“what do you want to do for your party this year? Got a particular theme in mind for your party?” Steve asks “We better start planning it soon so we have everything ready”

“Can I have a cars party again?” JJ asks hopefully.

“Are you sure, you had a cars party last year” Steve points out.

“yeah, but mommy wasn’t here” JJ reasons making your heart instantly melt, glancing over at Steve you could see he was feeling the exact same way.

“JJ you don’t have to have a cars party again just because of me,” you tell him softly.

“I know, but I still wanna,” he says shrugging his shoulders.

“Okay then, cars party it is” Steve smiles nodding his head “Pretty sure I still have all the numbers of the people we had last year somewhere”

“and I’ll make the cake, do you want it to be Lightning McQueen or Mator?” you ask him.

“McQueen please!” JJ exclaims excitedly.

“of course sweetie” you smile.

Later on in the evening, once you had put JJ to bed you and Steve were sat relaxing on the couch together. The TV was on in the background as the both of you started planning JJ’s birthday party.

“we’re probably gonna need to order more food than you did last year, the guest list has practically doubled” you point out as you look over the guest list you were in the middle of creating.

“Could we not ask some of the aunts and uncles to bring food?” Steve asks as he runs his hand up and down your legs as they rested over his lap.

“we can but we shouldn’t really rely on them, I wouldn’t put it past Bucky or Sam to just bring sweets” you point out.

“True, hey have you heard from either of them recently?” Steve asks furrowing his brows.

You purse your lips in thought “No not really, Bucky’s texts have been a bit sporadic and I haven’t heard from Sam since we had to cancel the trip to DC” you say.

You and Steve were supposed to go to the Smithsonian event where they put the shield into the Captain America exhibit but had to cancel last minute because JJ had picked up a nasty bug from school and you came down with it too. Leaving Steve to nurse the both of you back to health, it just wouldn’t have been right to head over to DC.

“you don’t think he thinks we cancelled on purpose do you?” Steve asks.

“no, I didn’t get that impression when he said it was fine and he’d see us soon,” you say shaking your head.

Just as you finish your sentence the TV catches your attention with the sound of a news bulletin. Both you and Steve sit up as you watch the news article of a new Captain America being revealed to the public, but it wasn’t Sam it was some guy called John Walker.

“or this is why we haven’t heard from them…” you mutter glancing over at Steve to see his jaw clenching “you alright?” you ask him, putting your hand on his arm.

Steve sighs before shaking his head “Yeah… I just… just wish the government had accepted Sam’s wishes and just left it in the museum”

“I know, me too” you sigh.

A couple of weeks had passed since the announcement of the New Captain America and you still hadn’t heard anything from Bucky and Sam. You had just gotten home from picking JJ up from school when you found Steve leaning against the kitchen island a stormy look on his face.

“hey what’s wrong?” you ask walking over, your hand running up and down his back.

Steve doesn’t answer he just slides his phone over to you, frowning in confusion you hit play on the video that was on the screen. You let out a gasp when you realised what was happening, your hand covering your mouth, looking away at the end unable to see anymore.

“he used it as a weapon, it’s supposed to protect people, not kill them” Steve spits out shaking his head.

“i-i-“ you mutter unable to think of anything to say “he’ll get arrested for this, and discharged from the army” you finally manage to say.

“that’s not going to bring that innocent man back” Steve argues his fists clenching.

“I know, but it’ll be justice” you sigh rubbing his back soothingly.

“yeah…” Steve sighs wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his side, kissing the top of your head.

“Have you tried getting in contact with Sam or Bucky?” you ask looking up at him.

“yeah it’s going straight to voicemail, but at the end of the video you can see them chasing after Walker so I think it’s safe to say they’re dealing with it” Steve sighs as he runs his hand down his face.

“yeah they’ll do the right thing and we just have to wait to see how it pans out” you reassure him.

A couple more weeks passed before you saw Sam on the news in his new Captain America suit following the fight with the flag smashers. You both watched intensely as he put the government officials in their places, you heard Steve’s breath catch as he started talking about his reservations about being Captain America, how he knows there’s people out there that hate him for picking up the shield.

Once the broadcast was over Steve turned the channel over and ran his hands down his face “shit… I’m such an idiot” he mutters.

“Why would you think that?” you ask shifting closer to him on the couch.

Steve let out a long sigh as he looked over at you “I just never even thought about how Sam’s race would affect his decision to take up the mantle of Captain America, how people would view him it was so ignorant of me” he explains.

“me neither” you sigh shaking your head “I’m sure he doesn’t think ill of you though,” you say trying to reassure him.

“I need to talk to him, both of them but they’re still dodging our calls” Steve points out.

“well they both agreed to come to JJ’s party, so why don’t we ask them to come a couple of hours early and it’ll give you a chance to clear the air” you suggest.

“yeah I guess so” Steve sighs “thanks princess,” he says with a small sigh.

A week later you and Steve were woken up by JJ running into your bedroom and jumping onto the bed, shouting with excitement and asking for his presents. You managed to calm him down, promise to do presents once he had eaten his breakfast, which only result in him rushing down the stairs.

Later on, you were all outside, you and Steve beginning the set-up for the party, JJ playing fetch with Scout as you did so. You were just setting up the snack table when you saw Bucky and Sam arriving together, you grab Steve’s attention and give him a reassuring look before heading inside to give them some privacy.

“hey, guys thanks for coming over to help out,” Steve says as he walks over to the two of them.

Bucky clears his throat nodding his head “No worries, I brought Oreos by the way” he says passing over the packet of Oreos “Where is everyone?”

“the party isn’t for a couple of hours, I um just invited you guys over earlier so we could all talk about everything” Steve sighs rubbing his hands down his chest.

“Oh, yeah sure” Sam nods glancing over to Bucky.

“thank you, c’mon,” Steve says gesturing towards the picnic table you had.

Once they sat down, Steve leant forward fingers weaving together as he took a deep breath “I wanted to apologise” he starts, both Sam and Bucky looking back at him in surprise “when I gave you the shield Sam it was because I thought you were a good man, that you had the qualities need, I never stopped to think what you would think and I’m sorry it was ignorant of me” he apologises.

“no Steve I’m sorry I should never have given the shield away, it’s my fault Walker got it and did what he did,” Sam says shaking his head.

“no it's okay, I’m not mad about you giving it away, I meant what I said when I trusted you to do whatever you felt was right, and you felt it was right to put in the Smithsonian, it’s the government’s fault that Walker got it” Steve reassures him “what you said to those government officials was right, and I’m proud of you Sam and I hope you don’t think any less of me because of my ignorance on the matter”

“Thanks Steve, and I don’t think any less of you, never could I just didn’t want to let you down” Sam says with a lopsided smile.

“You couldn’t Sam, and Buck I don’t know why you’ve been dodging our calls but I just wanted to say we’re here for you,” Steve says turning his attention towards Bucky.

“I’m sorry Steve, I didn’t mean to, well not really I just- I knew you guys were struggling to adjust to post-snap life and I didn’t want to burden you,” Bucky says looking down.

“you’ll never be a burden Buck, yeah it was tricky for a while but that would never stop us from helping you and I’m sorry for making you feel that way” Steve apologises.

“It’s okay, thank you Steve,” Bucky says with a small smile.

“it's nothing, I’m glad we were able to clear the air, maybe we could all go watch a baseball game or something together?” Steve suggests.

“yeah that sounds great” Sam smiles.

“does it have to be the Mets?” Bucky huffs making Steve laugh.

“maybe a different sport then” Steve offers.

A couple of months later you and Steve were sat on the bleachers as you watched JJ train and play with his little league baseball team “you don’t think the fact he’s inherited the serum means it’s kinda cheating?” Steve hums as he shields his eyes from the sun as he watches JJ do some batting practice.

“um I don’t think so, it's part of his DNA it's not like he’s taken performance-enhancing drugs,” you say shaking your head.

“true could have a career in baseball with a swing like that” Steve hums proudly.

The practice soon wrapped up and JJ came running over to you and Steve “Dad! I know what to get you for your birthday!” he exclaims as the three of you walk back towards the car.

“you’re not supposed to tell the person what you’re getting them JJ” Steve reminds him gently.

“I know but I can’t buy the tickets” JJ explains making both you and Steve frown in confusion.

“what tickets JJ?” you ask turning around to face him.

“Tickets to Rogers the Musical!” JJ says as if it was obvious.

“What?” Steve choked out, coughing on air.

“They made a musical about you, all the other kids told me about it and it sounds amazing and I really wanna go” JJ explains practically jumping with excitement.

Steve uncomfortably rubs the back of his neck as he tries to think of a way to get out of it “Oh um I dunno bean… it sounds like it might be popular, we might not be able to get tickets” he says shaking his head.

“well um” you start making Steve look over at you, worried about what you were about to say “because it's about you then sent us tickets for opening weekend,” you tell him making his jaw drop.

“when’s opening weekend?” Steve asks after a moment.

“4th of July weekend,” you say making him groan.

“Can we go Dad please, Dad please?” JJ begs tugging on Steve’s hand.

Steve sighs running his hand down at his face before looking down at JJ to see him looking back up with puppy dog eyes “I’ll have a look into it” he sighs.

“yes! Thank you thank you thank you!” JJ exclaims hugging Steve tightly.

Steve sighs hugging JJ back, ruffling his hair gently “It's nothing bean”

That evening you and Steve were getting ready for bed together “I’m really not sure about this musical thing” he admits as he climbs into bed.

“I know, it’s why I didn’t mention the tickets when we were first sent them,” you tell him, putting down your book and turning to face him.

“but JJ seems so excited by it” he sighs shaking his head.

“he is, but look if you’re not comfortable with it then you don’t have to go, I could always take him” you offer.

“yeah but he wants to go for my birthday, I don’t want to let him down,” Steve says running his hands down his face “urgh why did it have to be a musical” he groans.

You chuckle gently, pulling his hands away from his face “because people love you, but look we can go, you can wear earplugs and keep your hood up or something, so you’re there for JJ but you don’t actually have to pay attention to it” you suggest.

“I guess that could work” Steve hums tilting his head from side to side.

“And your actual birthday is on a Thursday so you don’t have to sacrifice your actual birthday for it” you remind him “Speaking of which what do you actually want to do for your birthday”

Steve smiles gently “Nothing, just spending the evening with you guys is enough for me,” he says wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer.

“Are you sure? We could have a BBQ and invite some people over like Sam and Bucky” you suggest running your hand over his chest.

“That does sound nice, Buck could bring his new kitten with him” Steve hummed in agreement.

“yeah Alpine is so cute, and it's good Scout doesn’t have an issue with her” you chuckle “They actually kind of remind me of you and buck,” you say making Steve arch a brow.

“How?” he asks with a light chuckle.

“well you’re practically a golden retriever and Bucky is very cat-like�� you explain with a shrug of your shoulders.

Steve laughs lightly “Sure” he chuckles kissing the top of your head.

The 4th of July weekend rolled around much sooner than Steve had hoped. For the first time in his life he was hoping for some form of alien attack on New York, specifically Broadway so he had a good excuse not to go.

Yet here he was in a navy suit, his arm around your waist and his hand on JJ’s shoulder as you all paused outside the theatre for photos. Glancing down at JJ he saw the excited look on his son’s face and that was all the reminder he needed. He was here for JJ, to make JJ happy.

He was just glad he was able to celebrate his birthday the way he wanted on his actual birthday. A nice BBQ like you had suggested with all his friends and family.

Heading inside the three of you found your seats and got ready for the show to start. You passed Steve a pair of earplugs just in case he wanted them.

“Hey pal you ready for this?” Bucky says slapping Steve on the shoulder.

Steve glanced over his shoulder to see Sam and Bucky taking their seats behind him, a bucket of popcorn in hand.

“What are you guys doing here? And where did you get popcorn?” Steve asks shaking his head.

“At the bar right next to the merch stand, look I got myself a top too,” Sam says proudly holding up his brand new top that had Rogers: The Musical plastered across the chest.

“That’s so cool! I want one!” JJ exclaims looking back at you and Steve.

“Already on it, little man” Bucky grins passing JJ a bag that was full of merch.

“Is this all for me?” JJ asks in surprise.

“Yup,” Bucky grins.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” JJ beams as he leans over to hug Bucky.

“I don’t even want to know how much that all cost” Steve muttered under his breath.

“Just doing my godfatherly duties” Bucky smirks.

“Thank you Bucky that was very sweet of you” You smile, sending Steve a small pointed look.

Soon enough the house lights dimmed and everyone turned their attention towards the stage. Steve took a deep breath as he settled back in his seat and prepared himself for the longest 3 hours of his life. Glancing over at you, you give him a reassuring smile, reaching behind JJ to rub his shoulder soothingly.

The musical definitely wasn’t what he expected and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. It was definitely one of the cringiest things he’s ever seen but any scenes that featured just his character and yours were his favourite. Especially the love song duet they did.

When the cast finally took their bows Steve was ready to get the hell out of there. But before he’d even stood up the writer and director of the musical had rushed over and was asking them to come backstage and meet the cast. Steve only said yes when he heard JJ’s excited gasp. He did make sure to drag Sam and Bucky with him, if he was going to have to endure it, so were they.

Backstage the 5 of you all met the cast, smiling and even signing a couple of autographs. You were taking photos of JJ with the various cast members, while Steve talked to and answered a couple of questions.

“I love your relationship so much, how long have you been married now?” The actress who plays you asks.

“8 years” Steve answers

“Nearly 3 years” you answer at the same time making both you and Steve look at each other confused.

An awkward silence falls between you and Steve realising that technically you were both correct. Your anniversary next month would be the 3rd you’d be actually celebrating, but it had been nearly 9 years since you got married in 2015.

“We um got married in 2015 but um we’ve only been able to celebrate two anniversaries because… you know…” you explain biting your lip as you glanced up at Steve.

“Yeah my parents have the same issue, all kinda confusing” the actress chuckles lightly trying to clear the awkward air.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way though” Steve says wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

Later that evening you were sat scrolling on your phone as Steve climbed into bed beside you.

“So our whole anniversary discrepancy got me thinking and I wondered if we were still legally married,” you say as Steve settles down.

“Are we?” He asks with a frown.

“Well I googled it and on the NY state government website it says: following the reverse of the blip, New York state is slowly working through nullifying all death certificates submitted as a result of the blip, however documentation such as marriage certificates that were nullified due to the blip will not be reversed and the documents will need to be re-submitted,” you say reading off the website “so if I had a death certificate, then we aren’t legally married”

“Oh… I’m not sure if we did, I think Nat sorted all of that stuff out” Steve mutters scratching the back of his neck “It doesn’t change anything between us though, you’re still my wife”

“I know and you’re still my husband, it’s just we haven’t got the paperwork anymore,” you say reaching over to take his hand, weaving your fingers with his.

“So what do we need to do? Just go down to the courthouse?” Steve asks his thumb brushing over your hand.

“Yeah…” you hum before an idea pops into your head “Or we could do a vow renewal ceremony?” You suggest.

“Like another wedding?” Steve questions.

“Kinda, but smaller and more casual, we said we might do one when we got Bucky back and now seems like a good time, everyone is in a better place and it might be nice to have something good to get people together” you suggest shrugging your shoulders.

“That would be nice” Steve hums, “I think I might still have my wedding suit somewhere,” he says thinking out loud.

“You don’t even have to wear that if you don’t want to, just a nice shirt and trousers would do, I could find a nice white sundress or something, it would be nice and chilled” you explained shifting closer to him so you could rest your head on his shoulder.

Steve smiles softly nodding his head “yeah that sounds amazing princess, we could have it on our anniversary, I know that only over a month away but I feel like we could sort it all”

“Of course, we can if we can handle a birthday party for thirty 7-year-olds we can handle a simple garden party” you agree.

“Perfect, I can’t wait to get remarried to you” Steve grins kissing the top of your head.

“I can’t wait to get remarried to you too” You smile lifting your head to look at him, smiling as he leant down to softly kiss you.

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