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osleeplessflowero · 1 month

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hi! If it's ok can you do a Reaper sans x reader with fluff and in it they are dating and Reaper can touch the reader and their soul trait would be kindness

hii! an opportunity to use reaper..this'll be fun! thank you for your request Anon! 🌸

💚Flirting With Death🖤

Reaper comes to a stop once he re-enters the mortal realm once more, relieved that no one is aware that he's awake at the moment.. Although he may be the God of Death..he doesn't really feel like killing anybody. No, he'd much rather do literally anything else.

His eyes dart around until he perks up at the sight of a familiar face taking a walk down a path and letting a butterfly rest on their finger. He'd know them anywhere.

A strange figure that appeared in his world out of no where..an unexplained event. They don't know much of their origin themself, but..they're content, living in this world. And he's grown so very fascinated with them.. Someone who managed to slip their way into his guarded heart.

Floating over you, a sly cheshire-like grin stretches onto his face as he grabs your shoulders, spooking you. You jolt as you turn around, furrowing your brows as he lets out an amused chuckle.

"Not funny!" You cross your arms as more butterflies seem to make their way to you, resting on your head. "Quit doing that."

"i saw an opportunity, and i took it. anyway..movin' on from that, how are you today?" He leans down upside down. "haven't seen you in a while..guess we both got too busy."

"Come down here before I answer." You gesture, earning an amused chuckle. "alright then." He floats back upright, before landing on the ground.

The butterflies spread out, flying in varying directions, avoiding the God of Death so they wouldn't meet an early demise. He stands before you, using his magic to put away his scythe, leaving himself open.

"Much better..I like being on equal terms." You smile, holding a small basket in front of you. "I've mostly just been hanging out here..taking walks and stuff. Oh yeah, I've been making a bunch of paper crafts- y'know, like origami? It's pretty fun. ..When I'm not getting lectured for leaving a bunch of paper rabbits out." You mutter that last part, earning a chuckle from him.

"oh my stars, that's so..you." He grins, watching you as you begin walking and following without hesitation. "Creativity is both my blessing and my curse." You smile sheepishly, guiding him along a grass-covered path. He occasionally floats so he doesn't kill any flowers beneath him, listening carefully as you talk about this and that.

"What about you?" You turn to him, snapping him out of a trance of sorts. "oh, well..y'know. your typical scenarios. death, death, more death. this job's killing me." "How is it, up there?" "well..just do my job, talk to who i'm 'sposed to, and do daily tasks. pretty simple." "..You must be pretty lonely up there.."

He turns to you.

"I mean-" "it was pretty lonely, without you there. ..things don't feel the same up there, compared to when i'm with you. tends to happen, heh."

You gently hold out your hand, offering for him to take it. He looks between you and your hand for a moment, gently taking it and intertwining his fingers with yours. Wow, is that a strange sensation.. he's gotta learn to get used to all of this touching. Especially since you're so openly affectionate..

"Well..at least we're here together now, right? We've got plenty of time." You smile warmly at him. His cheekbones flush a light shade of blue..there you go again, tugging on his heartstrings. "..i guess you're right."

You continue leading him along like he's a lost puppy, taking a deep breath as the sun hits your face from above. It's always good to savor it while it lasts..and considering it's going to set soon, that time's limited.

"Now that you're back I wanna spend as much time with you as possible..don't get too sick of me, okay?" "that's what i'm supposed to say to you." "Yeah, right. I could never be sick of you."

He averts his eyes, hiding the bottom of his face within his hood as his face flushes even more.

You smile, stopping and turning to him as another breeze blows through, gently swaying your clothing to the side.

"i haven't..felt like this before, with anybody." He raises a hand, placing it on his warm cheekbone. "it's all so..new.."

"Can I touch your face?" You ask politely, and he nods, appreciating that. You lift a hand, gently touching his cheekbone and letting him lean into it. "..It's new for both of us, really. ..We've got each other, every step of the way, right?"

"yeah.." He smiles, putting his hand over yours. "i don't mind being touched by you. it's something i could get used to." "..You always have such..uncertainty, when you hold my hand. Why's that?" "i guess.. a part of me's scared that my...effect will work on you one day." His eyesockets narrow as he grimaces. "the idea of losing you is.."

You gently hold your hand up so he can see before you put it on his other cheek, turning him so he'll face you properly.

"Sans." You mutter his name, his true name, leaving him breathless. "I doubt that'd ever happen..I'm too stubborn to go anywhere. No matter what, I will always be with you somehow..even when you're up there with the fun police."

He snickers, moving his hand over to touch your hair before it slides to your cheek. Now it's your turn to lean..savoring his gentle touches. He treats you as if you're the most fragile thing in the world..one wrong move, and you could shatter into pieces. But at the same time, you're very sturdy.. you can handle yourself just fine. He knows that.

"You can touch me as much as you'd like to. I don't mind at all."

His face burns. "forward, much?" "Yeah. But I mean it." You smile. "If you'd like me to, I'll give you as much physical affection as you want." "..yeah?" "Yeah." "how so?"

"Well..may I?" You lean a little closer. "of course."

You then proceed to pepper his skull with kisses, getting a few laughs out of him since he's ticklish. Oh, would you use that to your advantage later-

"Mmmwah! There. There'll be plenty more where that came from." You smile smugly, watching as he slowly reopens his eyes, turning to you and..matching your expression? Oh. Oh no.

He gently grabs your wrists, pulling you just a liiittle closer.

"you're not getting away that easily. it's my turn."

Oh heavens.

#sleeplessflower's drabbles #reaper sans x reader #undertale x reader #utmv x reader #sans au x reader

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swee7dream · 2 months

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Can you write a babyspace!reader with cg!Haechan, where Haechan takes good care of the baby, but starts to slip into a little headspace himself? He’s in an older headspace, so he acts more like a big sibling to the reader than a caregiver like this.

weird cg!lee donghyuck x f!reader

genre agere content, fluff, slice of life warnings petnames used wc 962 dni if you sexualize age regression ( you can't see it but i'm giving you the thumbs down of shame )

synopsis you are making haechan weird . but he's okay with that for some reason .

Haechan has never had a partner like you.

He remembers the day you stood shaking like a leaf, speaking with a lump in your throat and your heart wide open.

“And this like… for fun? Sometimes. Oh. Okay. Weird.”

‘Weird.’

The memory of his mistake echoes mockingly, bouncing off the walls of his mind endlessly, never letting him catch a break. Look like you're having a good time there, Lee. That's great. Remember this?

“Channie, what you doin’?” You drop your head to the side as if the new angle would help you figure out the reason your caregiver is sticking his fingers into the corners of his closed eyes.

“Nothing, Angel,” he sighs. “Are you done playing trains?”

“Yeah.” He feels the weight of your head drop onto his lap. “Done done.”

“You should clean up then.”

“… ‘morrow,” you mumble. Your hand reaches out for something, your fingers curling up and extending as if it were pulling on the invisible strings that would bring whatever it is you’re wanting closer to you.

“What are you looking for, sweetheart?”

Groans.

“I don’t know what that means. Also, you really need to clean up. You won’t be happy when you wake up in the morning and you step on a block.”

Whines.

You are a whiny little thing, especially at these hours of the night. This phase is what Hyuck calls “the drop”. At this time, everything drops: your verbal skills, your walking ability, your heavy little eyelids.

“Hello?” He singsongs, gently tapping your cheek. “Am I still speaking to Angel? Or is this Baby?”

Oh, Baby. Angel’s mortal enemy.

Angel is but an ironic pet name for your tiny self, she is nothing if not the opposite of an angel. If Angel wakes up before Donghyuck, she shakes him awake by jumping on the bed. Angel squeals and runs and jumps and scares. Angel is a little imp and everytime he tells you that, all he gets in return is a shameless grin.

Baby, on the other hand, is just a tiny little thing. She comes out of hiding very infrequently, usually during the times you’re supposed to be sleeping. Baby is boring and lame, Angel says, all she does is sleep! Haechan, however, loves Baby. She’s a nice break from the games of hide-and-seek where you hide so well Donghyuck’s heart drops thinking you hid outside. The only things Baby needs are some warm milk, cradling, and the occasional binky to be happy.

Groans (again).

“Okay, okay. I think I can guess what you’re looking for.” He sighs, but the smile in his voice is very much there.

He reaches for the couch’s side table, pulling the drawer open for a shiny box. The lamp’s light reflects off the pacifier, nearly in mint condition from lack of usage. Thanks to having washed it before putting away the last time it was used, the pink dummy can go directly into your mouth.

“Boop.” Attempt one fails, your lips don’t open to accept his offering. “Boop.” Attempt two succeeds!

Haechan feels you go boneless on top of him and pats your head as your breathing slows. He doesn’t try picking you up, that’s not his thing and it’s definitely never been Angel’s either. He just… slowly slides down the couch like a worm onto the living room floor. It’s uncomfortable and not a smooth process but better than the alternative of waking you up when you’re still in a sensitive headspace.

It’s quiet down here, he thinks. It’s just as quiet as when he was up on the couch but a different sort of quiet, he just can’t place it. He sighs silently at the mess before him, blocks and train tracks everywhere. It wouldn’t take long to pick it up really, it’s just such a bore.

Not too far away from his hand are some scattered blocks. (”Town was built on the train tracks, Channie.” “That sounds like some severe infrastructure problems.”) He yawns while making a little house with them, three rectangular birch wood blocks for the walls and a red triangle block for the roof. It’s too small, Donghyuck frowns. Rain will definitely come in. He clicks his tongue and begins looking for another triangle block.

Hyuck blinks and the house has become five, another blink and the five houses have become towers, a third blink and he’s placing the block bridging the two towers together over the train track he had turned back on sometime in between blink two and three. He’s pretty good at this, he nods approvingly of himself.

You need to turn the lights off, a voice in the back of his mind says, the electric bill has been getting crazy. The voice is right, but Haechan does not care. Another yawn escapes him as the clock tick-tick-ticks to midnight. Ever since you entered his life you’ve been throwing him off. He’s sleeping at five in the morning, he’s wearing closed-toe shoes to leave the house, he’s playing with blocks.

It’s you, he pouts. It’s you making him play with these blocks and trains, even if you’re asleep. You’re the one responsible somehow. You’re the one making him all weird like you. Making him all… comfortable and safe. Your lack of judgment is something dangerous for someone like him. He blinks. What a weird thought.

You rustle in his lap, blinking up until your eyes focus on his face.

“Chan?” You rub your eyes, Angel nowhere in sight. “What are you doing, Hyuck?”

“Just… playing.”

a/n hello ! it's vix. thank u for the request, anon ! i don't write agere!idols out of fear of infantilizing them so this was the kind of happy middle i got. hope it's okay !

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anxi-writes · 1 year

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Swerve

Swerve frowned as he swirled around the last of the energex in his servo. The bar had been running out of energex at an alarming rate lately. Usually, he had more than enough energex to last until the ship’s next stop. But apparently not this time.

“Alright, time to get more I guess, even though we shouldn’t be this low on energex, I guess it’s just an unlucky day or week? Ah- anyways I’m going to go off to the storage room to get more,” Swerve said to no one in particular before departing to the storage room for more energex.

He was uh rather shocked to say the least when he opened the storage door to find you. You were sitting on the floor, leaning against a pile of bottles for support. You giggled as Swerve’s jaw dropped at the sight of you. You gave him a definitely-not-sober grin before chugging an entire bottle of energex in a sitting.

“Y/n! I don’t think you should be having that- it’s not safe for human consumption at all from what I’ve seen and read. If you wanted alcohol so badly I could’ve got some for you-“ he was cut off quickly when a carton of energex threatened to fall on top of you. He quickly scooted over, guiding you away from your spot. You just laughed as you replied with what could barely be considered words.

“Oh primus, are you okay y/n? Not just from that box almost falling on you, like don’t get me wrong that would still be bad, but how is your… stomach feeling? I- Magnus is going to kill me or even worse Ratchet,” He added on, continuing to ramble further before you interrupted him by tapping him on the leg.

“Pshhh, I am perfectly fine and perfect,” you commented, stumbling around a little bit, “Plus, It can’t kill me, I’m not hic mortal”

Swerve stopped talking, his mouth hanging open once again. It didn’t take him long to shut his mouth and to start talking again though, “You’re immortal? Like a superhero from one of those comics you humans have? Can you grow your limbs back-? Is that a silly question? Ah forget it”

And so your hazey drunken mind had to answer all of Swerve’s questions whilst the bar wondered where their bartender had wandered off to.

Rung

Rung tweaked his newest model kit, adding on details he missed during his last session with his client. He glanced at his datapad, it blinked with a reminder that you would be coming in for your weekly session. He smiled gently before bringing his attention to the door. You were on time for these sessions, claiming that you needed every minute you could get to let out your frustrations.

So it alarmed him when 20 minutes passed in human time and you hadn’t yet arrived. He frowned slightly, he had already sent you a message ten minutes ago. It was strange. First, the energex from Swerve’s bar had suddenly started disappearing. Now you were late to your appointment? It worried him.

He walked towards your room, pausing when he noticed the ajar door, “y/n? Are you alright?”

No response of any kind. Maybe you were too caught up with your friends and had forgotten to shut the door? Rung’s hand hovered over the door knob, unable to stop his optics from pondering into your room. Lucky for him you happened to be in there. He smiled softly as he gently pushed open the door.

“Y/n? You’re late to our session and I was wondering if you decided to cancel at the last minute-“ He quickly stopped talking once he realised the situation you were in. You were half laying off your bed with a bottle of cybertronian alcohol. He quickly rushed into your room, closing the door quietly behind him. You could barely comprehend what was going on before the bottle in your hand was missing and was instead in Rung’s servo, “Oh gosh..”

You pouted as you realised the last of your drink was taken from you. Rung lead you into your bathroom, urging you to purge into the toilet or sink. He was saying things like “this isn’t good” and “we’re going to see Ratchet” among other stuff. It took all of your remaining strength to pull away from him and put on a semi-serious face expression.

“Cybertron alcohol is sooo good- don’t take this away from me Ruuuung,” You begged him, your cheeks flushed from all of the alcohol. It didn’t seem like you were getting through to him. This probably looked like self destructive behaviour to him after all.

“I am not being s-stuped! You see, I am, not.. mortal!” You announce to him with jazz hands before managing to pass out. Rung caught your unconscious form as he took a few minutes to process what exactly was happening. You were immortal? You never mentioned that in your therapy sessions. He would have to bring it up when you recovered from your eventual hangover.

#anxicast #lost light #maccadam #mtmte #transformers #swerve #rung #swerve x reader #rung x reader #mtmte x reader #transformers x reader #rung x immortal!reader #rung x human!reader #swerve x immortal!reader #swerve x human!reader #anxi writes

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howlingday · 11 months

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Immortal

"Drinking again, Qrow?"

"Leave me alone, your highness!" Jaune wiped the spit that flew as Qrow mocked him.

The recent revelation of, well, everything, didn't sit well with anyone. Least of all the people who have been fighting the longest. Salem's existence was only made worse by the revelation that not even the god of death could take her. And like so many others before him, Qrow took to his drink like a dehydrated man took to water.

"Ruby's worried about you." Jaune offered.

"Who cares?!" He swatted away, only to fall over in his stupor. As he rolled over, Jaune took out his lien and set it on the counter. Once Qrow was to his feet, the tab had been paid, but it was a lengthy conversation. "Hand over my drink."

Jaune took the bottle in hand and looked him over. Would a little more alcohol hurt a man who was already stupid drunk? He already knew the answer, so he swigged it back for himself. The brown firewater burned his throat, and Jaune had to cough through a fit after forcing it down he wasn't much for the stuff, and tonight was a great reminder.

"Let's go back." Jaune took Qrow's arm, but was pushed away.

"Fuck you!" He pointed a finger at his face. "Years of my life wasted fighting a war that can't be won!"

"Your life is only a waste if you spend it here, getting drunk off your ass and making yourself vulnerable."

"Hmph..." Qrow scowled. "Never heard you be so chatty before. God or whatever you are."

"Think of it as the booze talking." He took Qrow by the arm and moved. "Now let's get you home before you hurt yourself."

"Hurt myself? Pfft!" Qrow shoved Jaune, but he held his grip. "What would a god know about pain?"

Jaune was quiet for a moment, but when he stopped and let out a sigh, Qrow felt the world get colder. He looked down to see Jaune's hand was became pale, and all the world around them was dark. Silent. The only thing he could see and hear, both clear as day, was Jaune.

"Do you know what immortality means, Qrow?" Jaune asked. "What it truly means?" Not waiting for an answer, he continued. "Immortality means that I, and only I, cannot die. Do you want to guess how many lives I've seen ended? How many souls passed with a smile on their face? How few of those come along? I tried to make friends with the mortals a few times before, but they always end the same. In a black hall, before a black throne, speaking to the black lord. And only half of them are happy to see me."

Jaune's eyes pierced Qrow's. "And those happy few are the ones I most cherish, because it means I brought joy to their lives; joy that YOU bring to RUBY's life. She loves you so much, it makes me ache because I can never know a love like hers or any others. Not because of any arbitrary rule imposed by the Brothers who abandoned us, but because I am terrified of knowing that love is real, only to watch it drift out of my fingers."

"So don't think I don't know about pain." Jaune's face paled and withered until only a skull remained, and his words chilled Qrow to his core. "All I know is PAIN."

"Hi, Uncle Qrow!"

Qrow whirled around, finding himself at the door once again. His niecegreeted him, and him alone. H e felt a stirring pain in his head. "Where's god-boy?"

"Jaune?" Ruby asked. "He's been in his room all night. Why?"

Qrow shook his head and made his way inside. "No reason."

"Are you okay? You seem... weird."

"Yeah, I'm fine." He said before sitting back in the big, comfy chair. "Just had a little too much to drink."

"Oh." Ruby's face fell. She shut the door, and hesitated to turn.

"Not as much as usual, though." Qrow said. "I'm... I'm trying to cut back. For real this time."

"Really?" Ruby said, looking at him with a glimmer in her eyes.

"Yeah." He chuckled. "Wouldn't want you to drag me home every night. It gets dangerous out there."

"I can take it!" Ruby clasped her bicep as she threw a hook in the air.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Ruby walked to the stairs. "Hey, Squirt?"

"Yeah, Uncle Qrow?" Ruby replied.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." Ruby smiled warmly. It was all Qrow needed for the rest of the night.

#rwby #jaune arc #qrow branwen #jaune is hades au #ruby rose #spawn

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i-am-baechu · 6 months

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❥・Title: Oh, Oh It’s Magic

❥・Paring: Hoseok x reader

❥・Genre: Witch au, Soulmate au, Little bit of Angst, Romance, and Fluff

❥・Rating: PG 14

❥・Summary: A bookstore that is known for its fast services is the new location for Bts to film for their ad. The sneaky owner helps the staff but creates confusion throughout the store as the light keeps moving on their own. But one thing Hoseok knows for sure is that he feels something magical with her.

❥・Author's Note: Guess who almost worked twenty hours in the span of two days, lol. Love the paycheck but I hate working lol. Sorry for the late upload

❥・Playlist: Black Magic - Little Mix ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ

The early morning is something that anyone would hate. The sun is barely out and the fog rocks you back to sleep with the cold air. L/N Y/N especially hates it because she is almost always late for her shift. Why would her boss, Son Wendy, give her morning shifts? They live together, she knows her sleep schedule better than anyone. She thinks it’s because she forgets to wash the dishes and this is her punishment. Like last night.

Y/N slowly opened the door not wanting to alert Wendy. She looked through each of the bookshelves and nodded her head when she saw no one was there. She let out a quiet chuckle and took out her phone to play a game when a cough made her drop her phone.

“Late again?”

She let out a curse word and an awkward chuckle escaped, “Technically late but one snap of my fingers and I’m on time.”

Wendy rolled her eyes and bent down to pick her phone. She handed the phone with an annoyed look but Y/N just gave her a smile and big doe eyes, “Knock it off. I know what you're doing. I have you here early for a reason.”

She took the phone out of her hand and pouted, “Was it because of the dishes?”

“Not this time, we have a boy group coming down today to film.”

This caused her to tilt her head and look at Wendy with curiosity, “Oh? Filming? Wait, did you say not this time?”

“They’re coming to film for an ad. So, my rule for you is, don’t mess with them. They are mortals.”

Y/N smirked at this and put her phone in her pocket, “Mortals, you say?”

“Y/N, Don’t mess with them.”

“Fine. Why you're so mean to me, it's seven thirty. You have that much strength to be mad this early?”

“That’s the problem. It's seven thirty, you haven’t even clocked in yet. Just clock in and help me set up the store.”

“Fine...”

Later that morning, a couple of people came in and started to talk to Wendy about the filming. Y/N sat behind the desk watching them. They were normal looking or whatever normal was to the morals. They looked like it. More staff came in and Y/N watched them try to set up the scene. She frowned when she saw that they were struggling to put the books on the shelves and lights up. She looked around her to make sure Wendy wasn’t near her and put her hand in her cardigan pocket to snap them. In a flash, the books were put up and the lights were all put up. The workers looked at each other with wide eyes and got off the ladders slowly but clearly in a panic.

She let out a small laugh but when she turned around she felt a flick on her forehead. She rubbed her forehead and looked to see Wendy glaring at her, “What did I say?”

“I was only helping.”

Wendy shook her head at this and sighed, “Then you go up and help them. I know life would be easier with magic but their mortals. Don’t scare them, okay?”

“Yes master.”

Before Wendy could say something one of the staffs peaked out of the shelves, “Wendy? The boys are here and we need to discuss some things.”

Wendy nodded her head and sent a smile towards his way, “I’ll be right there.” He nodded his head and walked away with his steps echoing through the store. She turned back towards Y/N and nodded her head, “Let’s go, okay?”

“Okay.”

The two went towards the front and saw the group of seven men staring at them with polite smiles. Y/N went down the row but stopped when she already felt eyes staring back at her. He had light brown hair that had bangs that touched his eyelids, bright brown eyes with a sparkle in them, and his smile made her smile. He was handsome and she wanted to get to know him better.

“These are the owners, Son Wendy and L/N Y/N.” They waved at the girls but Y/N was only waving back at one of them, “This is Bts and as you know we’re filming for an ad. Thank you for letting us occupy your store for the time being. We appreciate it.”

Y/N nodded her head but wasn’t listening to when the guy was talking. She leaned towards Wendy and whispered in her ear, “Who’s Bts?”

“They’re a boy group. I told you that this morning. Don’t you remember?”

“It was seven in the morning, why would I remember anything?”

“Well now you know.”

When the girls looked back at the group, she put on an awkward smile as the guy continued to talk, “This is Kim Namjoon, the leader of Bts. Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and lastly Jeon Jungkook.”

Jung Hoseok, I like that name... “You guys know my name but just call me Y/N. I’m happy you guys are here.” She glanced at Hoseok and sent him a wink. She watched him get flustered and she sent a final wave, “I have to take care of some paperwork in the back. Wendy will help you guys but if you need me, just knock on my door.”

She sent one final wink to Hoseok and walked away from the group as Hoseok watched her. He swallowed some spit and felt his hands get sweaty. Jimin saw his flushed face and smirked at this. He leaned towards him to whisper in his ear, “She was something else.”

“Yeah she was...”

The next day is when they really started filming for whatever ad. The guy said what it was but she wasn’t paying attention at all. She was so focused on Hoseok. There was something about him that made her feel at home and seeing him in a button up shirt made her feel hot. They’ve only been here for a day and she already wanted him.

In the past hour, Y/N has used her magic to help the staff. She only wanted to help them and in a way Hoseok. So far, Wendy hasn’t noticed which means it was less yelling. It also was beneficial that Wendy had to leave early because her parents needed her help. Today was a good day and she had a feeling it was going to get better for her.

She put some books back and saw Hoseok sitting alone. She smiled to herself when she saw him drinking his coffee and looking down at his phone. He looked so peaceful. She wanted to catch his attention but she also didn’t want to go up to him. She saw there were books next to him and quickly made sure that no one was around her. She twirled her finger and the books next to him fell to the floor. He jumped at the sudden sound and saw Y/N giving him a soft smile. His eyes widened and cursed under his breath. She walked towards him with her hands behind her and a teasing smile, “Did those books scare you?”

“No, Wh-Why would books scare me? It’s just paper...”

“I mean those are horror books.”

He looked down and saw they were childrens books. He rolled his eyes and looked back at her, “I guess it was my fault. I shouldn’t be leaning against the table in the first place.”

She let a smile escape as she went to stand next to him, “Sometimes things just fall to get attention from someone special.”

He looked at her with confusion as he brought his drink up, “What does that mean?”

“You're the dancer, right?” He raised his eyebrow at her changing the subject but nodded his head, “I wish I can dance. I have the worst dance moves anyone has ever seen.”

“I doubt that.”

“Oh, why?”

He scratched the back of his neck and looked away from her, Well with the way you look it doesn’t matter what you do, “How long have you guys had the store?”

“About three years now.”

“Wow, that’s really-”

“Hoseok your next!!”

He let out a deep sigh and gave her an apologetic look, “I’m sorry. That’s my cue to leave.”

“Why are you sorry? It’s your job.”

“I wanted to spend more time with you but I gotta go.”

“We can always hang out another time. Good luck.”

She watched him leave him with a smile on her face as she pushed back her hair. Wendy appeared next to her with a smirk on her face, “I saw that.”

“Good. Did you finish the garden with your parents?”

“You know how Boisboia Woods is, always random pixies appearing. I finished half of it but I have to go back tomorrow. I’ll try and finish it fast.”

“Why?”

“I don’t trust you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and looked at Wendy with a small glare, “That’s not fair, you used magic.”

Wendy let out a small chuckle and shook her head, “I did it when no one was watching. That’s the difference.”

“Still not fair.”

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Wendy was off again to help her parents to get rid of the determined moles in their vegetable garden and the random pixies that kept showing up in their house. Y/N looked down at the list that Wendy left for her with annoyance.

Make sure all the books in back are brought to the front

Put the horror books that are on the stool, on the front desk

Clean the potions that YOU dropped yesterday

Organize the portions that YOU disorganized

DON’T USE MAGIC IN FRONT OF THEM

She folded the list and put it in her pants pocket letting out a small chuckle at Wendy’s demands. She was in a good mood especially after last night. Hoseok texted her and it was him just saying that they were going to be late but that didn’t matter to her. He texted her and that's all she saw. She wanted to continue the conversation but she didn’t want to misstep with him. So, she kept rereading that text from him as she kicked her feet on her bed.

Y/N snapped her fingers and the books that needed to move started to fly all over the room. She swished her finger to make sure all the books went on the respected shelves. She honestly missed seeing Hoseok and hearing his laughter. It’s only been a short time period but she was so attracted to him and she couldn’t figure out why. He was handsome but there was something else.

Just then she heard the front door open and all the books immediately dropped. She swallowed her spit and moved quickly to be in the backroom. Pretending she wasn’t there but Hoseok saw a glimpse of her hair.

He raised his eyebrows and rubbed his eyes, Were those books floating just now or am I… He turned around to see Jimin looking down at his phone but he saw Jungkook looking around the store. If anyone saw it, it had to be him.

“Jungkook, did you see those books floating?”

The younger man tilted his head in confusion and looked down at the floor, “I just saw all the books fall off of the shelves.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes and shook his head, “No, they were floating and then they fell. I saw them.”

Before anyone could argue, Y/N came into view with a book in her hand, “Good morning, it was quiet this morning without you guys. Missed the commotion.”

Hoseok turned around in a flash and gave her an apologetic smile, “Sorry about that. Next time we’ll be here on time.”

“I would rather have you here alone with me but I guess I can manage.”

She winked at him and made her way back to the front desk as Hoseok moved his eyes to look her up and down. It wasn’t until Namjoon touched his shoulder and let out a chuckle, “oh, you got it bad.”

“Shut up.”

Later that day, they were filming random shots of the books as the boys sat in the corner eating their lunch. Y/N walked towards the boys with her lunch in hand with a smile on her face and sat next to Jungkook, “Today is so boring. Nothing exciting is happening.”

She took out her sandwich and gave Jungkook a tilt, “Why would something exciting happen? You're just filming.”

Jin turned towards her and shook his head as he pointed at the bookshelves. “The staff said the shelves are special but I think it’s the lights getting to their brains.”

“Why would they think that?”

“They saw the lights move and they said all the wires were moved to the side after Namjoon fell yesterday but no one touched it. They said they were going to move it when filming was done but someone already did it.”

She bit her lip and nodded her head, Wendy’s going to kill me. I didn’t think no one would notice. Usually mortals are so deprived of their surroundings-

“Y/N, are you alright?”

She looked at Hoseok and nodded her head slowly and looked back down at her sandwich. Fuck… Hoseok looked back at her and looked at her with confusion, Since when did eyes sparkle like that?

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

A week later, Hoseok was taking note of all the strange things that were happening in the store. Ever since that one morning, he’s noticed everything and somehow Y/N was always near it. Yes, she was beautiful and he was interested in her but he couldn’t help but feel she was hiding something from him. He disliked liars.

Hoseok walked back and forth in the living room as they all watched in confusion. Jungkook looked at Namjoon with worried eyes but the only answer he got was a shrug of the shoulders. He stopped moving and stood in the middle with furrowed eyebrows, “Did you guys really not see the books floating?”

Jimin raised his eyebrow at this and shook his head, “Why would they be floating?”

“Because they were!”

Namjoon got up from the coach and rubbed his shoulders gently, “Did you get enough sleep? We’ve been busy all week and worked late yesterday, maybe you should take a nap.”

“I swear I saw the books floating, the lights moving, books moving to different shelves, and my cold tea turning hot.”

They all looked at each other and nodded their heads, “Okay, whatever you say.”

He left the dorm an hour before because he needed the truth. He couldn’t have another sleepless night. He entered and walked towards the back room with a determined look. He knocked on the door gently and heard movement in the room, “We're closed for today, we have special people coming for the next week! Sorry!”

“Y/N, it’s me Hoseok.”

“Ummm…Hold on a second! I dropped some books in the back and I’ll be right out!”

Hoseok started to look around the store with curiosity but his eyes landed on an opened book that was behind the desk. He slowly walked towards it and looked back at the door to make sure Y/N wasn’t coming out anytime soon. He looked at the page and his eyes widened, Witches Soulmates are felt the moment they look into each other's eyes. The eyes of the witch shall have sparkles in them or the eye color completely changes when they look at their soulmates. Some witches even start to-

He heard footsteps and went back to the front door with his arms crossed. When the door opened he gave her the best smile he could give but his focus was only on her eyes. He raised his eyebrow when he noticed that her eyes indeed had a sparkle (and not the sparkle from the light, legit sparkles. As if she had glitter in her eyes) and put it together.

“Hey, Hoseok. I wasn’t expecting anyone here yet.”

“I just wanted to see you.”

She let out a small laugh and walked toward the bookshelves as she pulled some books off of the shelves, “You flatter me. I wish Wendy was here so she could do all this work, it gets annoying.”

Hoseok didn’t answer but stared down at his shoes with a frown, “Y/N…”

She looked back at him with worried eyes. She never heard this tone from him before and she was scared. She pressed the books against her chest and looked at him with fear in her eyes, “Hoseok, is everything alright?”

“You wouldn’t lie to me, right?”

She gave him a confused look and shook her head, “Why would you ask that?”

“You can tell me anything, you know that right?”

“Hoseok, are you alright? Did one of the guys-”

“Never mind. Tell the guys I’ll be late today.”

Before she could say anything, Hoseok walked away without sparing her another look and she felt her chest hurt. She turned around to say his name but he was already gone. She heard a snap and saw Wendy looking at her with a smile but it dropped when she saw the hurt look on her friend's face, “What happened?”

“I’m-I’m not sure.”

“Y/N?”

“Hoseok was here and he was talking about if I would ever lie to him and if I would talk to him about anything-”

“Y/N, I think he saw this...”

She looked at the front desk with wide eyes, how could she be so stupid? She was reading up on the strange sparkles in her eyes and how she was worried she was sick but was met with the conclusion that Hoseok is her soulmate. She closed the book shut and bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying, “I didn’t know he was coming. If I did, I would’ve put it away. He probably hates me. I mean I would hate-”

“Y/N, how about you take the day off. We’ll talk about this later and I don’t want you working with this on your mind. It’s not good for your heart.”

She nodded her head and took the book with a frown, “What happens if he doesn’t want to talk to me anymore?”

“I’m sure that won’t happen. He probably needs time to figure things out. You don’t even know if he knows you're a witch but if he does, it's a lot to take in. He's a mortal, his whole life he was told that witches or any fantasy thing wasn’t true. Just wait and see.”

And wait she did. Y/N waited and waited until it turned into five months. She texted the other members asking about him but that was all she got from them. She’s rewatched the commercial so many times that Wendy put a charm on her laptop to mute it. She still wasn’t sure if Hoseok knew she was a witch or not but him ignoring her was some sort of an answer. An answer she didn’t want.

It was raining again this week, the third time this week. Wendy said that when powerful witches' soulmates don’t interact with them or decline them as partners they cause weather changes. She didn’t mean for this to happen but she couldn’t help her heart from this. She would stay late every day at the store to see if he would come for her but he wouldn’t.

She closed the store up and snapped her fingers watching all the books going to its rightful places. She glanced at the children's section and smiled to herself when she remembered that one day with Hoseok. She remembered his smile that day and he was clearly embarrassed about the books falling. She let out a sad chuckle and shook her head. His smile was something she looked forward to but now it was just a memory.

She walked in the rain letting the drops comfort her. She loves Wendy but at this moment the weather understood her better than anyone. Her heels were clicking against the pavement and she stopped. She looked up to stare at the sky. At least with the rain you couldn’t tell she was crying. It all looked the same.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

“What do you mean she’s sick?”

Wendy rolled her eyes and pushed Jungkook out of the way to enter the dorm. She scanned the room until she saw Hoseok on the couch. She glared at the back of his head and went to stand in front of the TV. He blinked a few times before looking up to see Wendy with an angry face, “Wendy?”

“Hoseok, you need to talk to Y/N.”

Hoseok sighed and looked away from the harsh stare, “She lied-”

“She’s sick.”

Hoseok's head snapped at this and looked at her with wide eyes, “What do you mean sick?”

“When witches' soulmates decline, the witch becomes sick and sometimes they can even die. So, go talk to her before I kill you.”

“Di-Die!?”

Taehyung glanced at Namjoon with a confused look, “Did she say witches?”

“Yeah, she did.”

Jimin looked between Wendy and Hoseok, “I’m really confused.”

“Same here, Chim.”

Wendy nodded her head at Hoseok and sighed, “Hoseok, Y/N and I are witches. Were from the Boisboia Woods and we went to Nemserra, academy of witchcraft. That’s how we met. I’ve known Y/N since we were thirteen and I know she can be a pain in the ass but I love her. She’s my best friend and I’ll be damned if she dies from a misunderstanding. Talk to her and Yes Taehyung, I did say witches. Good night and Namjoon, call me.”

Wendy walked out and slammed the door as Hoseok sat there looking down at the carpet underneath him. While Namjoon smiled to himself, “Did you guys hear that? She wants me to call her.”

“That’s great hyung but I think we should help Hoseok...”

Yoongi was the first one to sit next to the dancer and patted his back awkwardly, “You know she asked about you everyday for the past five months?”

Hoseok looked up and looked at Yoongi with a frown, “Did she?”

Jungkook nodded his head and sat on the couch, “Yeah, she would always send lunches to us.”

“All those lunches were from her?”

Jin sighed and leaned back into the loveseat, “You need to talk to her. The faster you do this-”

“I know. I’m going to bed, I need sleep for this.”

Another day of closing and it just felt like it was raining harder today. She watched the drops fall down the glass and shook her head, “He didn’t come...” She grabbed her coat and walked out with the rain drenching her. It feels nice when the cold water attacks you when you're sad. She couldn’t explain it but it felt nice. She started walking down the street when she heard her name with a familiar voice. She rolled her eyes at her thinking she was hearing his voice and continued her way. It wasn’t until someone grabbed her wrist making her turn around to see Hoseok breathing heavily with an umbrella.

“Why would you walk in the rain without an umbrella? Are you trying to get sick?”

She stared at him with confused eyes and shook her head, “Why would you care?”

He flinched at the words but he still held his concerned look, “I parked over there. I can drive you home.”

She wanted to fight back but she decided against it because this was the first time in a while since she saw him and she would be lying to herself if she didn’t want to be with him. She went under the umbrella with him and refused to look up at him but she could feel his stare. He opened the door for her and she entered the car without giving him a look. She heard the car door close and she let out a deep sigh, Now what.

When the other door closed, she watched him turn on the heater and turned his music, making the whole car silent. The only sound was the rain and the heater, she didn’t know if she should let out a sigh or cough. She was scared that he would ignore her or worse just walk away from her again after he came back for her.

“I’m sorry.”

She turned her head to look at his face with wide eyes, “What?”

“I’m sorry for walking out and not returning any texts.”

She didn’t know what to say so she nodded her head and the lack of response made Hoseok annoyed, “Wendy told me everything.”

“What do you mean everything?”

He scoffed at her and looked out his window, “You answer to that but not to me. She told me, you're a witch. You don’t need to lie anymore.”

She gulped and looked down at her knees, “Hoseok, I couldn’t tell you.”

“And why is that? This whole time you lied to me about something that made you who you are. How-”

“If I would’ve told you without being with you, my powers would’ve been taken away from me. Wendy could get in trouble now.”

His heated glare didn’t leave her face as she looked away from him, “You could’ve still told me.”

“We weren't together! Not like you want to be with me now.”

“What's that supposed to mean? Because your a witch, you think I won’t-”

She turned her head at him and his face softened when he saw tears welled up in her eyes, “Because I lied to you. I wouldn’t want to be with a liar either, so I understand.”

He shook his head and grabbed her hand that was holding her knee tightly. He interlocked his hand with hers and looked into her eyes, “I’ve done things wrong too. We're both wrong but we can make it right. Plus, I know I'm your soulmate.”

“But I lied to you...that’s one of the worst things you can do to someone.”

Hoseok shook his head and leaned forward placing a kiss on her forehead, “I know why you did it. I’m sorry I wanted you to say it when you weren’t ready.”

She glanced up and smiled to herself, “I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell you...maybe If I told you earlier. Things would be better now.”

He shrugged his shoulders and pushed some hair behind her head, “We won’t know that and honestly that doesn’t matter right now. What matters now is that I got you.”

“You don’t care about me being a witch?”

He shook his head at this and smiled at her, “I like you for you. Nothing can change that.”

“Really?”

He leaned down and placed a quick peck on her pale lips, “Really. Let’s go to my dorm, it's closer.”

She felt her face get hot and nodded her head, “Are the guys there?”

“Yeah...they know that you and Wendy are witches.”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “I know Jungkook is going to ask me to do stuff. Like making things appear.”

“He can do that another time, I want to spend time with my girlfriend.”

Her head snapped at him and her eyes widened, “Girlfriend? You don’t even ask me!?”

He rubbed the back of his head and gave her a sheepishly smile, “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Of course...you idiot.”

Y/N sat on the bed in Hoseok clothes as she let out a loud gasp, “She told you I would die!?”

Hoseok nodded his head and pouted at this, “Is that not true?”

“I mean technically she’s not wrong but we would have to be apart for a year. Wendy likes to be dramatic.”

“A whole year, yeah that would never happen.” He picked her up and placed her into his lap. He kissed her forehead and smiled, “Never again will we be apart.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

There was a knock on the door and Y/N glanced at it with a raised eyebrow, “Neh, Y/N...can you show me some spells?”

“Jungkook, I said in the morning, leave my girlfriend alone!”

Extended ending:

Five years of dating and two years of marriage, Jung Y/N, looks at herself in the mirror with a small smile. She tilted her head and looked at the small bruises on her neck with a roll of her eyes. She grabbed her foundation and started to hide the marks when she felt someone rub her shoulders, “Why are you covering them? You know how much I love seeing them.”

She put down her foundation brush to look up at him with an annoyed look, “I don’t need the guy's comment today. I’m already feeling extra tired because of someone.”

“You wanted it just as much as me, love.”

She watched him leave the room and the smile on her face only grew. She got up from her chair and took a look in the mirror one last time. She put her hand on top of her growing belly and let out a content sigh. Hoseok walked back in and smiled at the view of his wife and felt butterflies. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around to put his hands on top of hers. He kissed the top of her head as she nuzzled her head into his chest.

“I’m so excited to meet her.”

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts hosoek #bts hoseok x reader #hoseok x reader #Bts

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YANDERE!KARUSER HCs

Note: as i said before, im terrible at writing yanderes. its mostly because im not a huge fan of it?! especially with characters i think would never fit in the role and Krauser is one of them. HOWEVER in a different timeline maybe, he'd make one hell of a f*cked up yandere.

i devided this into two sections (pre!javier krauser and post!javier krauser). enjoy~

comments and feedbacks are always appreciated:>

. PRE!JAVIER KARUSER .

you two met on one of his day offs when he was doing his routine jog and now he is EVERYWHERE!

like you can even see his iconic slicked back blond hair from the corner of your eyes.

you aint getting rid of him, you also aint getting a confrontation either!

i think back then he had more fucks to give so he kinda wanted to play it safe and approach you little by little

but when you where walking home alone one night(ffs dont do that) you got yourself in danger and then boom! this man appears outa nowhere and starts kicking their asses.

well that caught your attention and made you wanna give him a chance. what could go wrong, right?

oh you fool...

you aint getting outa his house anymore.

im pretty sure he has a single cabin in the woods that he has for the day offs he gets, so good luck runnung away.

not that you could if it was an apartment anyway.

this guy will hunt you down and drag u back. you will be his little canary or some shit.

. POST!JAVIER KRAUSER .

oh boy...

unlike the previous version, this man is too tired to give a fuck about playing it safe.

you two met at a bar where he was drowning himself in self-loathing and alcohol.

and as your obsession with military men with scars on their faces (and the alcohol) kicked in, you thought what better than to help him. right?! ahah...

look i aint judging you, thats literally me. ok??

you helped this man get his ass home safe from the bar and guess what? he was drunk and invited u in and u TOOK IT!

you helped him lay down, took his injured hand when he was having nightmares, made him coffee and everything OF COURSE HE WAS GONNA FALL FOR YOU!

your soft hands felt so good on his when he woke up only to see you fallen asleep besides his bed.

you appeared like an angel in his miserable life for a moment and from that morning he gave everything just to have your soothing presence in his life.

but soon this turned into something alarming.

he would confront you all of a sudden like: "be with me."

and if you refuse? well you can't. this man can turn on threatening mode real f*cking quick and this terrifies the sh*t outa you.

he'll keep you like a pet. attend to you good and make sure you are okay and happy but he also thinks the moment you walk outa his door smth is gonna take you away from him so say goodbye to outdoors.

he is so sad please be nice to him...i mean he technically gonna take away all your freedom but did you even have any to begin with?

enjoy you life with him while it lasts. and also enjoy knowing nothing about him. also enjoy meeting Wesker :D

that mf can and WILL pay u a visit just to scare Jack into doing what he's asking of him.

one day you ran away just to find out what he has been doing, who is he and who's that asshole that wears sunglasses indoors. And you saw smth that made you heart race in both fear and attraction(you weird f*ck! dw me too)

there he was testing his las plagas form. all monstrous and bloody. you took a step back in fear and the sound made him spot you. man he was terrified you were gonna run away. but nah!

you into that so you stayed.

you are gonna be so sad when he dies...

you think u can prevent that? try your best!

whooowhi!

thats the most yandere yall are gonna get outa me. hope that satisfied you anon who asked that.

ALSO i might wanna start a second page to write about other stuff [like mortal kombat :D] so i'll share it here too.

#jack krauser #re4 krauser #yandere

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City of Bones: A Summary

I made this shitty stage play of City of Bones (book one of The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare) for giggles. It's full of expository statements and idiocy but I think it's funny. And it's still better than the books.

Spoilers for City of Bones. Obviously.

EXT. PANDEMONIUM CLUB

CLARY:

Come on, Simon, let’s use our fake IDs to get into a club called Pandemonium. This couldn’t possibly go wrong— Woah! Who is that hot blond guy?

SIMON:

What hot blond guy?

CLARY:

Are you gaslighting me?

SIMON:

About what?

THEY STARE AT EACH OTHER SUSPICIOUSLY.

JACE:

You can see me?

CLARY:

Duh. Quirky Girl Sarcasm Intensifies. HAIR FLIP

JACE:

Subtly Worried Brooding Silence

SIMON:

Let’s go, Clary. I don’t like you hallucinating hot guys. He’s probably not even a natural blond.

INT. PANDEMONIUM CLUB

CLARY AND SIMON ARE DANCING.

CLARY:

Dance Dance Dance.

CLARY POINTS DOWNSTAGE RIGHT AND STOPS DANCING.

CLARY:

The hot blond guy and another guy are following that blue-haired kid and the girl into the storeroom. And he has a knife! I should follow them. Go get help, Simon.

SIMON:

I don’t know what’s happening but I’m so whipped that I’ll do whatever.

CLARY MARCHES DOWNSTAGE RIGHT AS SIMON EXITS DOWNSTAGE LEFT.

CLARY:

Hey, you! Don’t stab people!

JACE:

You idiot! You stopped me from killing a demon!

ISABELLE:

Don’t worry, she didn’t stop me and Alec.

DEMON:

Demon Dying Noises.

SIMON ENTERS DOWNSTAGE LEFT WITH SECURITY.

SIMON:

Clary, I got security. Why are you standing in an empty room?

CLARY:

To isolate me in the narrative.

SIMON:

Okayyyyyy…

INT. FRAY HOUSEHOLD

JOCELYN:

I have to tell her, Luke. It’s only a matter of time before—

CLARY ENTERS UPSTAGE LEFT.

JOCELYN:

Oh hi honey!

CLARY:

Hi Mom, what’s going on?

JOCELYN:

Honey, we’re moving to the country to live with Luke, who I am not in love with.

CLARY:

Nooo, Mom! We can’t move! Then everything won’t be about me and my struggles!

SIMON:

Let’s go do poetry. I’m in a band.

EXT. ROAD

SIMON AND CLARY ARE WALKING TO JAVA JONES.

SIMON:

Hey Clary, your Mom has weird scars.

CLARY:

No she doesn’t.

SIMON:

Yeah she does, I’ve seen her in a bathing suit. Your mom’s hella fine.

CLARY:

What.

INT. JAVA JONES

CLARY AND SIMON ARE SITTING AND LISTENING TO ERIC READING POETRY.

CLARY:

Simon, you’re not gay, are you?

SIMON:

What?

ERIC, OFFSTAGE:

TWIRLS ACROSS THE STAGE Poetry Poetry Poetry.

JACE:

Hello there.

CLARY:

OMG, hot blond murderer. You’re stalking me. That’s not suspicious.

JACE:

I’m a Shadowhunter, which means I kill demons. You can see me, which means you have the Sight and need to come with me.

CLARY:

I’d love to but— STANDS AND DASHES AWAY WHILE PHONE RINGING

CLARY:

TO AUDIENCE Hold that thought. What? Mom? Don’t come home? Tell Luke that “he” found you? Who’s “he”? Mom?

SIMON:

JOINING HER Clary, we should go find Luke and not go home.

CLARY:

Let’s go home.

SIMON:

Okay.

JACE:

STILL SITTING Okay bye. Just shattered your world view and told you about a whole secret universe, but go off I guess.

EXT. FRAY HOUSEHOLD

CLARY:

My home is shattered and my mom is gone!

DEMON:

Demon Noises.

CLARY:

AHHHHH!!! Stab Stab Stab! SLOWLY FALLING BACKWARDS ONTO GROUND

JACE:

LURKING WITH ARMS CROSSED Wow. Good work killing a demon.

CLARY:

ON GROUND You followed me again? I guess I’ll trust you over my best friend of ten years.

JACE:

KNEELING Great. But you’re dying. I will heal you with my magic wand that will kill you if you aren’t a Shadowhunter.

CLARY:

Wait but I’m not a Shadowhunter—

JACE:

PRESSING STELE TO NECK Huh it worked. Guess you’re a Shadowhunter.

CLARY:

That was a lousy experiment.

INT. THE INSTITUTE

CLARY:

We Go To The Institute, Where Like Five People, Three Of Which Are Teenagers, Purge The Biggest City In America Of Demons All By Themselves. We Do Nothing, Then Leave The Institute.

EXT. FRAY HOUSEHOLD

CLARY:

Let’s go back to my messed up house and find things. Oh my gosh it’s my neighbour Dorothea, who didn’t get kidnapped because the TV show is really weird and full of unnecessary plotlines.

INT. DOROTHEA’S HOUSE

CLARY:

Dorothea, are you a witch? ‘Cause you are serving witch. Alright, good talk, let’s jump through this mysterious portal that you told us not to jump through.

INT. PORTAL

PORTAL:

Portal Noises.

EXT. LUKE’S HOUSE

CLARY:

We’re at Luke’s house. Huh. Let’s be super sneaky and HOLY CRAP WE’RE BEING ATTACKED.

SIMON:

Hi!

JACE:

Dude why were you in the bushes that’s super weird.

SIMON:

Says the stalker.

INT. LUKE’S HOUSE

CLARY:

We’re in. Wait, hide! Somebody's coming.

JACE:

The men who killed my father…

CLARY:

They’re looking for something called the Mortal Cup that my mom stole from Valentine, but Luke says he doesn’t know— wait WHAT?

JACE:

No further context required… I need to maintain an aura of alluring and brooding mystery.

SIMON:

You’re a traumatized sixteen-year-old. Also, why do we all have dead dads?

JACE:

I’m Batman.

INT. THE INSTITUTE - LIBRARY

HODGE:

I am Hodge, leader of the Institute. Your mother was a magical Nazi, and your father is dead.

JACE:

Omg twinning.

CLARY:

I knew that.

HODGE:

No, your REAL father. Your mom made up the dead dad. Your real dad was THE magical Nazi, Valentine. Actually all the adults here were once magical Nazis. But we got better. PUTS BANDAID ON FOREHEAD

CLARY:

Are you sure Valentine’s dead? He seems sort of alive.

HODGE:

He is definitely totally dead.

CLARY:

I don’t remember anything about anything. Let’s go to some scary monks and have them break my brain.

SIMON:

I don’t think that’s a good idea.

JACE:

Nah it sounds legit.

INT. THE SILENT CITY

SILENT BROTHER:

ACTOR ONSTAGE BUT VOICE DOESN’T COME FROM MOUTH There is a block in your mind that we cannot remove. But the mysterious person who put it there signed it “Magnus Bane xoxo” so go find him.

ISABELLE:

Let’s go to a party.

INT. MAGNUS’ PARTY

CLARY:

Hello, Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn. Please remove the block from my mind.

MAGNUS:

I can’t, but it will fade naturally. Don’t worry. Also your Jewish friend just turned into a rat. No weird subtext there.

CLARY:

Holy crap vampires just took Simon the rat.

JACE:

Let’s rescue him. I hope there are no lasting side effects from this traumatizing voyage.

THEY FIGHT THEIR WAY ACROSS THE STAGE.

INT. THE INSTITUTE

SIMON:

Wow, I think there were some lasting side effects from that traumatizing voyage.

CLARY:

That can wait until book two. Right now it’s my birthday.

JACE:

Let’s have a picnic in the middle of the night.

CLARY:

Okay.

JACE:

Let’s kiss.

CLARY:

I’m in love with you forever.

SIMON:

I’m still here, you know.

JACE:

I’m gonna be really mean to everyone now.

INT. THE INSTITUTE - CLARY’S ROOM

SIMON:

I hate Jace.

CLARY:

Why?

SIMON:

I’m jealous.

CLARY:

Why? You have Isabelle.

SIMON:

I don’t want Isabelle.

CLARY:

Then why do you flirt with her?

SIMON:

To make you jealous.

CLARY:

Why would you want to do that?

SIMON:

Are you genuinely, actually stupid?

CLARY:

I might be. I’m going to go draw Jace as an angel some more. That’s not foreshadowing anything.

INT. THE INSTITUTE - JACE’S ROOM

CLARY:

JACE WAKE UP JACE WAKE UP!

JACE:

What is wrong with you?

CLARY:

I just made a drawing come out of paper and I think my mom hid the Mortal Cup in Dorothea the witch’s tarot cards.

JACE:

Cool.

INT. DOROTHEA’S HOUSE

CLARY:

Yay we got the Mortal Cup and HOLY CRAP DOROTHEA IS A DEMON.

JACE:

I like tea. Also I don’t like Simon and I’m going to make fun of him.

CLARY:

You know, most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction.

JACE:

I’m not gay. Everyone hates me.

ALEC:

I am gay. I don’t hate you. But I don’t really love you, I just tell myself I do because you’re a safe option because you are unavailable. Also I’m very wounded and slightly delusional right now.

SIMON:

I just shot a demon to death with arrows as a powerless human but everybody’s still going to underestimate me for the next four books.

INT. THE INSTITUTE - THE LIBRARY

HODGE:

Thank you for giving me the Mortal Cup. I am still a magical Nazi and I will now give it to our leader, who is not dead.

CLARY:

Woah, who could have anticipated that plot twist?

EXT. ALLEYWAY

CLARY:

I’m going to chase Hodge down this alleyway and goodness gracious me who could have predicted that a grown man could overpower me, a defenseless fifteen-year-old girl?

LUKE:

I will save you with my werewolf powers, Clary.

CLARY:

Luke! You’re a werewolf!

LUKE:

Go find your mom who I’m in love with while my pack fends off Valentine’s army.

CLARY:

Okay.

INT. VALENTINE’S BASE - ROOSEVELT ISLAND

VALENTINE:

Hello, my son.

JACE:

Dad? You’re not dead?

CLARY:

Jace, that’s MY evil Nazi dad.

JACE:

Omg we really are twinning.

VALENTINE:

Come home with me, son. I love you.

JACE:

No, you abused me really bad and made me think you were dead. But I’m gonna be indecisive about it for five more books anyway.

VALENTINE:

Okay. Magic portal activate!

PORTAL:

Portal Noises

INT. THE INSTITUTE

CLARY:

Wow great adventure.

JACE:

Valentine literally has the Mortal Cup and we are siblings.

CLARY:

Details. Let’s debate the morality of us dating for the next two books and be inconsistent about who’s for it and who’s against it.

JACE:

Sounds like a plan.

SIMON:

Am I the only one who thinks incest is bad?

*WHAT A GREAT FIRST BOOK. YOU COULD MAKE A TV SHOW AND MOVIE OUT OF IT, PROBABLY*

#shadowhunters #the mortal instruments #stage play #writing #summary #city of bones #cassandra clare #jimon #jace lightwood #simon lewis #clary fray #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #tmi

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BONUS: A religious experience for the last remaining follower of a long-dead faith.

(I just was mulling it over in the car on the way to dinner and wanted to add onto that scene in my characters' voices)

I'm such a huge fan. I can't believe this is even happening. I found this super old book in the woods one day and it talked about how cool you were and-and-and I've dedicated my whole life to--

Don't take this the wrong way but shut the fuck up. I don't have a lot of energy to burn and for once, this isn't about how cool I am. I don't need your praise right now. ...well, okay, maybe a little praise.

Your hair looks amazing.

Thank you, I love the way it glows. ANYWAYS. Not the point. It's all on you right now, man. And that's going to be a problem. Because what exactly are you supposed to be?

I'm... I'm a ninja. From the Mesa Island Ninja Clan. Which... I guess is now the Mesa Island... Soldier Camp....

Cultivated person from a cultivated society built to feed an endless recursion of people into a cultivated cycle. That's a whole lot of nobody in my book. What else have you got?

I'm... um... I'm the Messenger

Okay. Sure. I'll walk with you to that pier. What is the Messenger? What does that actually mean? What does it mean to you? Is it something you aspired to? Something you spent your whole life wanting? Did you train for this, specifically?

...I'd never even heard of the concept before a guy handed me the Scroll and said I'm the Messenger now.

Uh-huh. And if i put a bag on your head and called you Lord Shitpaper would that become your life's ambition?

...if you did, ma'am?

Every world and every timeline, it's all the same. People like you get bent over and stepped on by an endless cycle of cosmic assholes.

With all due respect, should a goddess be saying things like this?

Do you know where I come from? Sure you do. You memorized my biography and mistook that for a personality. It was a "town" called Mooncradle, and I use that term loosely. The entire thing was an engineered social structure. An assembly line of Solstice Warriors, cultivating people like you just so there'd be enough serfs doing the work of cultivating people like me.

That's all you are to the people who would tell you where to go and what to be. I've met all manner of eldritch beings and immortal entities over the course of my life. And you know what? I've also known nobody mortals from the asscrack of one world or another worth a hundred of those people.

You haven't been following any of those beings. You've been following me. So you want my guidance? My heavenly wisdom? Here you go: Fuck 'em. Fuck what they think. Live fast, fight hard, hug a robot. Make friends in weird places. Do what feels right because it feels right to do it.

Because none of it means anything. The fancy titles and the celestial powers and the great battles of good and evil. It's all just another game between two pitiful mummified assclowns with nothing better to do with their lives than play games of human suffering. We win this one and they just put the board away and set up a new one.

I don't understand. One of those guys is supposed to be on our side, right? So don't we want him to win? Does it really not matter which is which?

Oh no, it matters. It matters a lot. Don't get me wrong. One of these guys want to turn people into flesh horrors and exterminate societies and the other wants him not to do that. There is a difference.

But you need to understand that there's rules in place. And those rules? They're only there to fuck you over.

See, that's the difference between me and Resh'an. He wants to win the game. He'll use underhanded tricks to get it, but that's what he wants: To have all the chips on his side and capture his opponent's last piece, then sit smugly in momentary triumph before they set up the next board.

Me? I want to throw the board on the ground and punch the other player in the throat.

...I think I understand now why you were considered legendary at Wheels.

HEY, I never....

ONE TIME. That happened one time and I was still learning.

The point is, none of this is going to work if you're just chasing propriety. You've fucked up hard enough to stall out the system. You put a crack in its hull. That's good. That means you have a chance to pry the whole goddamn mechanism apart.

But you can't do it for those clowns in blue hoods. You can't do it because the Prophecy said so. And you can't do it for me. I mean this in the nicest way possible: You need to get a fucking life, man. Find a hobby. Make actual friends and not just... cosmic coworkers. Do you even have a name?

I'm... I'm Ninja.

That's depressing.

Look, play the game or don't. You know what's at stake. I don't have to tell you. But whatever you do, it needs to be because you wanted something. Whether that's a friend or a goal or just to slide a knife between an asshole's ribs, you need to be doing it for you. That's the only way to win.

You know, this isn't what I thought meeting you would be like. It's strange but it almost feels like a weight is lifting off my shoulders. Like I don't have to try and be some cosmic champion or whatever. It's okay to just. Be. A guy.

You're right. I've been so busy chasing what I'm supposed to do. I haven't stopped to think about what I want out of life. Truth is, I'm lonely. All of my relationships are just about the work. Working the job. Being the guy. Doing the thing.

But I guess we all are, aren't we? Gods and heroes and even monsters. We're all just people looking for connections. Bleeding the same blood, even if it takes the form of fire or something.

The world looks a lot smaller when you've got someone's head up your ass. But if you come down off their shoulders, you might just find yourself in company you can enjoy.

Hahaha that's so gross. I don't know if anyone ever told you this. But you're kind of an asshole.

Yeah. Well. I'm a goddess.

Who the hell are you?

......

Hey. We're outside of time and space, right? Which technically means there's no rush.

This place is full of centuries of old junk. I found a deck of cards while I was rifling through the "merchandise" we don't actually sell to anyone. There's some other old stuff that looks recreational in there too.

Shot in the dark. I'm throwing a game night. Would you like to come?

#the messenger #drake plays the messenger

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lootsofathousandsworld · 5 months

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Life of a Pirate Chpt 8

Here's another chapter for you all! :D

Hope you like it and sorry if grammers are wonky.

Warning a small hint of anxiety

After an hour or two of rest, I was up and about. After eating a quick snack, which its the bread, I was relieved my stomach wasn't sick anymore thanks to the medicine.

Making my way up the deck to continue my chores, I find Billy waiting for me. I bite my lips to see him walking over to me. About the time he came, he asked.

"Feeling well, lass?"

I nod slightly. "Yes, sir. It was just an enteriumn sickness?"

After my reply, he hums. "I thought so, many pirates and spacers tend to get this sick. Mostly when it's their first time.

My eyes widen to hear that last part. "Their first time?"

"Aye," Billy pulls his cigar out with a lighter." I swallowed. Not knowing this sick was pretty much a way of saying it's your first time going on a voyage. Felt my worrying coming, I asked another question.

"So does that also mean...even let's say.. spacers go on many voyages, they tend to get sick?"

"Aye?" After Billy blew smoke out, he looked at me now puzzled by my act. "Something wrong, cabin girl?"

"Nothing!" I gasped, almost making my voice loud. "I-I mean nothing, sir. I was um, wondering that's all." He looked at me long and I forced myself to make a smile, hoping that'll somehow distract him.

Soon Billy frowned and said. "Wipe that grin off yer face. Get back to your work and I don't want any more accidents you hear?"

"Yes sir," I nodded fast and didn't hesitate to pass him. While he wasn't looking, my hand was on my chest to ease my heart which was beating rapidly.

"It's alright," I muttered to myself. "You shouldn't be worrying about this. Your overreacting. It'll be okay," I took a couple of breaths before heading over to do my work.

Third person POV

After watching her walk away fast, he raised his eyebrow in suspicious. The way the woman tensed after he mentioned the sickness. And that smile she made was something every man does when they feel guilty over something.

"Now why would be feeling guilty over being sick?" He muttered before inhaling his cigar.

Ash POV

After finishing my work. I took this opportunity to relax until Billy assigned me to do another job. So I casually walk and scan my surroundings. It honestly feels a little strange to walk on the ship. In the movie, it was all broken down with hoards of gold.

This time era is not, instead, the ship is in good fair condition. And I find it now hard to remember what this ship was like when it was shipwrecked. Then I passed the crewmen who were like me taking a small break.

I had my head down to avoid their gaze but I caught a glimpse of a monkey alien giving me a death glare. Guess he didn't let go of the grudge about his pants. Swallowing, I walked fast until I didn't see them anymore.

Sighing heavily, slowing my walk, I stop at the edge of the ship. I looked out beyond the galaxy and couldn't help to smile. Since I've been staying on a ship. I didn't get a chance on good glance out at the wonders of the universe.

It was breathtaking. The enteriumn universe is beautiful. I couldn't get my head around how I'm able to breathe in space. And it was my lifelong dream of seeing the galaxy up close. I sighed and followed my gaze up until I saw the red sails along the black pirate flag being carried by the wind.

I stared at the Jolly Roger flag. Where it towers over the ship and gives full appearance to its mortal enemy. The more I looked at it, the more I felt my fear of how long I could keep my secret hidden. While being surrounded by gruesome pirates under the order of Flint.

With this much worrying I tore away from it. Rubbing my arms, I sigh heavily. "I wish the merchant ship comes soon,"

"Hi, Ashy!" I gasped in startle and turned around to find B.E.N beside me.

'Oh you scared me," I said. I watch him rub his robotic back neck.

"Didn't mean to scare you, I just want to see how are you doing," He smiled sheepishly. "I heard you weren't feeling well,"

I nodded. "Yeah but I'm better now," I smiled a little, kind of glad he was here to talk to. Wanting to keep this conservation going I asked him.

"So are you on your break?"

He shook his head. "Eh not really, the only I can come out only if Captain Flint is out with me." I looked over his shoulder and sure it was his Captain was standing by the helm with the other pirate that was steering.

"Oh, I see," I gulped and glanced back at him. "He doesn't give you much freedom?"

He shook his head, "He only does if I fetch him something." I look at him with sympathy, I couldn't imagine how horrible it feels to be trapped under him. Being watched over like a hawk.

"I'm sorry," That's all I can say. Then B.E.N made a laugh.

"Sorry? Dont be. At least I'm feeling safe, no men would dare to take me away."

Like how Flint did. I thought as I recall, he stole him away from his former owner or his own free will. Whatever it is, I find this unfair he has to suffer this for more years until 100 is up. He didn't deserve this. He should be out enjoying life.

Then B.E.N clears his throat. "So Ash I wanna ask you something,"

"Yes?" I question.

"Are you really from Montressor?"

I blinked but felt uneasy. "Um, yes? Why you ask?" I wish I'd taken back my ask that my face grew pale when he told me this.

"Well one member, Pew admits you weren't from there."

"What?" I asked

"He has this powerful scent where he can sense a person's location. He caught your smell and...he says you're not from that planet."

B.E.N finishes, looking at me with a hurt expression. "Ash, why did you lie to me about where you come from?" My breath was shaken and I caught my glimpse over his head on Billy walking up to Flint. My heart was pounding hard as I watched him speaking to his Captain about something.

My mind was already set on him talking about me. The way he says on my acting earlier. Right when Flint turned to where I was I froze for a second. I glance back at B.E.N as he waits for his answer.

Feeling much terrified I back a little. "I-I need to do some dishes," I spun and ran to the gallery.

"Ash?!" I heard B.E.N shout with confusion. "Ashy wait!" I didn't listen as I splint down the gallery.

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As I made it I clenched my head and was breathing rapidly.

"Keep it together!" I muttered under my breath. "H-he doesn't know anything." I pace back and forth to calm myself.

"Ash!" I perked up and saw B.E.N with a worried look. "Ashy what's wrong? Did I say something to make you upset?"

"No you didn't do anything," I breathed. "I just.." I shut my eyes and finished. "I just want to get out of here," I sat on the bench. I felt him sitting beside me and my face was planted on the floor. Unable to look at him.

"I know it's scary to live on his ship but I promise once you get used to it like me it won't be bad.." He tries to reassure me it'll be okay but I clench my teeth and interrupt him.

"I don't belong here!" He was taken aback by my voice raising. Feeling my heart sank at his expression I let out a sharp sigh.

"Please B.E.N try to understand I can't live here. Pirate's life is not for me. I want to go home,"

"I understand," B.E.N sighed. "Everyone has a different taste," He looked down. "And I thought this was my chance to have a best friend on board." My heart felt heavier at his words. Feeling like a bitch as if I'm ditching him for selfish reasons.

Then I made this decision to tell him the truth. I felt he had a right to know why I was desperate to leave.

"B.E.N, I do want to be your friend really. I'm sorry I lied to you." He turned his head to me and I smiled at him sadly " The reason is that I wasn't sure you could be trusted but you proved me wrong. "

"But you can trust me," He replied. "I'm good at keeping secrets,

I nodded. "I know, that's why..."I stop when we hear a man shouting from out of the gallery.

"Captain! Merchant ships straight ahead!" My eyes lit up and I looked at B.E.N with my heart beating with happiness. "It's here. I'm going home."

"You are," He looks down glumly. Before I get up to leave I hug him. He gasped in surprised as I spoke gently.

"I promise we'll see each other again. I will never forget you," Slowly I felt him returning my embrace.

He tries not to break the tears he says. "Then I hope I'll see you soon Ash." I let my arms free and he gave me his sad smile.

"I'll see you soon too friend," I give him the same expression for a second and with that, I left the gallery.

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When I got out, I saw men running and preparing but I didn't pay attention to them. Right now, my paraly is coming to an end and my freedom is this close.

I found Flint still up with the helm I came up to him. As I reached him, his eyes were set on his men.

"Captain our bargain?" I reminded him. "Remember you promise no plundering while I aboard the ship?" I watch his facial unfazed. Slowly he turned to me and I felt uneasy the way he looked at me.

"They're a bit of change lass,"

Not like the way he says it. I asked quietly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean is about your little paraly. I'm breaking the deal." My eyes widen to hear this, and he finishes it with his eyes glowed.

"Yer staying on my ship. This is your home now,"

#my fanfiction #nathaniel flint #self insert #self shipping #B.E.N #Billy Bones #treasure planet fanfiction #Chapter #hope you enjoy it ;)#and also #Flint you B*tch >_<

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marvelmusing · 2 years

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Hey! I just saw your post from yesterday about not feeling well and as someone who's constantly ill because of a very severe anxiety disorder and some other bad health problems I'm gonna try an do my best to help you cheer up (or distract you I guess?) :)

Based on the asks you've already answered you got a lot of Billy stuff so I'm gonna share an Aleksander headcanon of mine instead in hopes that it'll help.

I feel like Aleksander is the type of person to never really hug people in public, not even his romantic partner. He's just not really used to touching people because of the whole amplification problem (and the whole Grisha aren't really save anywhere part ofc). However, if he ends up really trusting and loving someone he probably hugs them a lot in private to make up for the lack of physical contact in public.

And I don't mean normal hugs, I mean full on almost folding himself in half to get as much contact as possible type hugs.

He's also probably the type of guy to hug you almost to death while you sleep, pulling you as close as possible with either a hand or his full head on your chest so he can feel/hear your heartbeat and know you're safe and alive.

The type of man to hold hands during any and all activities while in private (unless it's literally impossible) and then stand at least two metres away from you as soon as you're outside, but always kind of hovering around you to make sure he can protect you if things go south. (this is taking a Aleksander is paranoid and touch starved turn that I did not expect or plan)

It's probably even worse after really stressful days, don't even get me started on how bad it would be after a few weeks or even months apart. He would probably spend a whole weekend after his return just in his rooms with you, glued to your side, holding you like his life depends on it. (Oh and imagine you're not the sun summoner! Just a mortal with a very limited life span. He would feel so guilty for leaving- okay now I'm rambling)

I hope you feel better soon! If you want more headcanons just say the word and I'll do my best to come up with more stuff :)

Thank you lovely, my anxiety is half the reason I’m in such a state at the moment (I ended up passing out on my walk home and falling on my face, but luckily didn’t need stitches otherwise I would have had another panic attack)

Anywayyyy…

Touch starved Aleksander is one of my favourite headcanons and having his love interest either unable to feel his amplification or suppress it in some way is something I usually try and put into my fics because he deserves all the cuddles.

Also YES. I am a firm believer that Aleksander gives the most all consuming hugs that vow to protect you from the rest of the world. Like if I could stay in his arms for the rest of my life I would be so unbelievably happy.

Even in public, he’s aching to be close to you, his fingers tracing over the back of your chair as he walks by you, or his legs stretched out, his foot resting casually beside yours under the table if he’s sitting opposite you. He always has his eyes on you, and is acutely aware of what you’re doing whenever you’re in his vicinity.

I’m imagining the first time you share a bed, and he’s tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable. You mumble sleepily at him, encouraging him to move closer to you. You’re only intending to stroke your fingers through his hair in an attempt at settling him, but then he rests his head against your chest and something just clicks. Neither of you can sleep well alone after that moment.

I also think he just loves skin to skin contact once he finds someone he trusts. Like it might take him some time for him to be comfortable with being touched, but he loves touching you. Tracing his fingers along your bare back as you’re lying in bed, smoothing his hands underneath the collar of your shirt to squeeze at your shoulders, or even just resting his head on your bare thighs.

He definitely feels guilty about spending time away from you, and tries his absolute hardest to make up for the time lost when he finally returns.

I’m always happy to hear headcanons about my favourite characters, but don’t feel pressured to amuse me 😂

#aleksander morozova #my love aleksander #aleksander morozova x reader #the darkling x reader #the darkling x y/n #the darkling x you #thanks for the ask!#answered asks #lovely people

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leiandroid · 1 year

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otayuri week | day seven - angels & demons (free prompt)

yura a malevolent angel and beka a benevolent demon

@otayuriweek22 - more ramblings about this au under the cut :)

ok, this AU was the hardest to develop since the ideas are half formed and it raises a lot of questions for the verse that the answers are too complicated for me to answer. but i can escape that by NOT writing a fic (which i tried to do and failed horribly).

in my heart of hearts this verse is very hilarious and sexy. so have some ramblings about it instead:

angels and demons have 4 letter names: vita, beka, yura, yuri, mila, jaak, chit, etc… akov is god and ilia is the devil (< i guess, idk, whatever, not important). i think yuri (katsuki) is a demon (gluttony, lust), but that is also not entirely important.

yura and beka meet each other on the shoulders of a nervous and spineless human. they have been sent (punished?) (exiled?) to the mortal realm to act as the human's conscience. yura dwells on the right shoulder and beka on the left.

the human's spinelessness drives yura into rage. he screams into the human's ear trying to influence him to just go punching assholes and jerks that the human lets walk all over him. yura is literally the embodiment of the meme "aren't you tired of being nice a loser? don't you just wanna go apeshit?" when the human only cowers in response yura punches and kicks his neck, which only makes the human scratch his neck (a nervous tic), this makes yura all the more enraged.

beka on the other hand shoulder (haha) whispers and murmurs things into the human's ear that make him more spineless like: it's scary out there, we should stay in, oh, this guy is big we should let him cut in line ahead of us, its okay to get interrupted it wasn't important anyway… etc

idk something to that effect.

they are both so useless to the human being that the human lives out a pathetic life. they spend more time having sexy makeouts on the human's back than doing anything of use.

on yura's malevolence; he has a strong sense of justice and what's right but his problem is his means of achieving them, they are unholy and extremely problematic lmao. beka's benevolence is unbecoming of a demon. he still has the values of what make him demonic but his means are calm and without calamity. chaotic good vs lawful evil typa shit idk

vita is yura's overseer and whenever he has a message to send to yura, a golden halo appears in the air and a soft holy choir sings as clouds part to reveal vita who is glowing all dream-like. (this is super hilarious in my head, the choir is like a soundtrack and can abruptly stop (like a record scratch) if some incredulous shit gets to vita or whatever. it's very over the top and obnoxious)

i imagine the choir is like the first and last thing you hear when interacting with vita. like you'd be chilling on a cloud minding your own business and in the distance the dulcet tones of the choir signals the arrival of vita, and then fades away with him when he leaves lmfao. vita is also especially glowy for an angel, he glows more than most, giving him a very ethereal and dreamlike quality (the extra power he allots to that is worth it and second nature to him at this point)

jaak is beka's overseer and he makes it a point to regularly interrupt the sexy makeouts. when jaak calls, a dark red almost black flame flickers to life and forms a ring of smoke, as he appears in it he always has cluster of succubi hanging off of him who all look exactly alike (isabella) who softly moan, murmur and whisper "king jj" at him in the background

(kind of like in horror media when you hear whispers in the background, but it's constant and less scary sounding and more blush inducing. the anti vita choir lmao)

whenever jaak comes around, yura mimes gagging and puking and covers his ears because, funny enough, worse still than the constant moans of "king jj" is jaak's voice itself.

#otayuriweek #otayuri #otabek altin #yuri plisetsky #otayuriweek22 #yuri on ice #and that's that !!!#this was really fun i enjoyed the hell out of drawing for this event and coming up with ideas #thanks to everyone for liking/replying/reblogging my art :)#and a special thanks to everyone that took the time to read my ramblings since i almost care about them more than the drawings themselves #my art #leiandroid #and happy birthday otabae MWAH

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 3) Chapter Eleven

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Eleven: She had been Doing Good

Summary: Charlotte Richards turns her life (and afterlife) around.

“So, everything’s going well?” asked (Y/N).

“Yes! Everything is exactly how it was, and that’s exactly how it should be,” said Lucifer happily.

(Y/N) smiled in satisfaction. They had solved the issue and made sure Lucifer and Chloe could stick together. “I’m glad.”

“Yes, and Pierce seems to have his tail between his legs,” said Lucifer proudly.

(Y/N) smirked. “Anything to get Cain to shut up.”

“Now, I must return to the investigation. Poor Charlotte Richards is trying to make sure she doesn’t go back Hell, so she is helping us catch a killer who got away once before,” said Lucifer brightly.

(Y/N) frowned. “Wait, Charlotte knows?”

“Oh, yes. About it all,” said Lucifer.

“Wow. All in all she must have reacted better than Linda did,” remarked (Y/N).

Lucifer nodded. “Well, after dying, everything else seems to be a little more trivial.”

“I guess so,” said (Y/N).

“Well, I’ll head off,” said Lucifer. He paused. “And…thank you again for your help.”

(Y/N) smiled and felt themself brighten at the praise. “I wanted to help you.”

Lucifer smiled and ruffled their hair affectionately. “You’re a good kid.” You’re my kid.

(Y/N) frowned as they saw their phone ring. “Em, do you recognize this number?”

Em leaned over. “Isn’t it from the LAPD office? I think I’ve seen Maze get calls from that number.”

“Wonder who it is.” (Y/N) answered the call. “Hello?”

“Hello, this is Charlotte Richards,” came the reply.

(Y/N) blinked and covered the receiver. “It’s Charlotte Richards.”

“Does she sound like she’s insane from the knowledge that God and the devil exist?” asked Em.

(Y/N) considered. “No, she sounds pretty civil.”

“Disappointing. That would have been interesting,” said Em.

(Y/N) snorted and went back to the phone. “Hey, Charlotte. This is (Y/N).”

“Hello, (Y/N). I was wondering if you would be willing to talk? I understand that you know about…everything,” said Charlotte.

(Y/N) considered. They felt no ill will towards or from Charlotte. “Sure. Does the park work?”

“Yes,” said Charlotte.

“Alright, I’ll see you there,” said (Y/N). They hung up and turned to Em. “I’m heading to the park.”

Em stood. “I’m coming with you. Just in case.”

(Y/N) rolled their eyes. “Fine, fine.”

“Charlotte. Amenadiel,” greeted (Y/N) as they and Em walked into the park.

“(Y/N),” said Amenadiel. “How are you?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I’m doing okay. What do you want?”

“I thought that since Linda and my mother had an…unpleasant encounter that perhaps Charlotte could speak with you in order to have someone else understand what she, as a mortal, is going through while knowing us celestials exist,” said Amenadiel.

“Missy also threatened me,” said (Y/N), crossing their arms. “Or did you forget that?”

“Actually,” said Missy, stepping forward, “That’s why I wanted to come.”

Em took a step forward, ready to defend (Y/N) if Missy tried anything.

“I…want to apologize for the Goddess’s actions,” said Charlotte.

(Y/N) waved a hand. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Charlotte sighed. “No, but…I wake up from nightmares. I can see my body threatening you, and it’s terrible. It’s not just that I don’t want to return to Hell. You’re just a kid. So, I’m sorry, for everything.”

(Y/N) cracked a smile. “Thank you. But you shouldn’t feel so guilty. I heard you took down a corrupt man. Several, actually.”

Charlotte laughed nervously. “Yes. I’m trying to make up for the mistakes of my past.”

(Y/N) wasn’t given to softness, but they’d be kind to Charlotte. At this point, she deserved it. “You’re doing a good job. It’s more than most people can do. You’ve decided to do the right thing. That isn’t easy.”

Charlotte’s heart lightened, and she smiled. “Thank you. I’m happy that my work is helping—!”

Bang!

A shot rang out, and a bullet flashed through the air. Em pulled (Y/N) back, and it narrowly missed Amenadiel, hitting Charlotte. She fell, blood seeping from her wound. (Y/N) cried out and covered their mouth, Em grabbing them tightly. As Amenadiel caught Charlotte and examined her worriedly, Em guided (Y/N) to sit.

Gently, she took (Y/N)’s phone, and while they held (Y/N)’s hand tightly to ground them, they called Lucifer. “You need to get over here,” she said. “Charlotte’s been murdered.” They glanced at (Y/N), shaking and staring at the body. “And (Y/N)’s not doing well.” Em got no response, only Lucifer hanging up, but she knew that he was already on his way.

Em carefully held (Y/N) and turned their head away from Charlotte’s body as Amenadiel took her soul and flew into the air to take her to heaven where she belonged. “Don’t look,” they murmured.

“Em…Where’s Lucifer? I need Lucifer,” muttered (Y/N), squeezing their eyes shut and taking deep breaths.

“He’s coming. He’s coming,” promised Em. They hugged (Y/N) tighter. “You’re gonna be alright, Birdie.”

Cain cursed as he ran from the park. He had hoped to kill Amenadiel with the bullet of melted demon steel. Then he could regain his mark. After his heartbreak with Chloe, he wanted it back, so that he wouldn’t be hurt again. Killing one of God’s children was supposed to be his ticket to punishing immortality once more.

Instead, he had shot Charlotte Richards, and Amenadiel was nowhere to be seen. Cain paused. Amenadiel wasn’t the only death that would prompt such punishment. Another person connected to the celestials, another innocent, would do the trick.

Cain could kill (Y/N).

But first, he’d need to kill Lucifer. Luckily, taking (Y/N) would draw Lucifer in. Cain cleaned his gun methodically of all fingerprints and replaced the missing bullet. The Sinnerman was back with a plan.

Lucifer didn’t want to let go of (Y/N) as he guided them back into the penthouse. “You’re okay,” he murmured. “You’re okay.” He sat them down on the couch, and Em hovered behind him worriedly.

“He did it,” stammered (Y/N). “I know it, I know it. He did it. Cain, that bastard, I just know it.” They were nearly incoherent as they rambled.

Lucifer pulled them close. He narrowed his eyes, and the irises flashed red for a moment. He too knew that Cain was behind it. “The Detective and I are going to take him down. I promise.”

“She didn’t deserve it,” murmured (Y/N). “She had been doing good.”

Lucifer kissed their forehead in a moment of familial affection he barely allowed himself. “She’s in Heaven. She’s at peace.”

Em raised their head from the chair they’d been sleeping on as the elevator doors clicked open. Their eyes widened as they saw Cain walking in.

“(Y/N)!” they shouted, jumping up and dodging towards Maze’s stores of weapons.

(Y/N) jolted away and scrambled up as they saw Cain intercept Em. He punched, and even though Em evaded and ducked around him, the millennia-old man, infinitely more experienced in fighting, managed to turn and grab the young demon. He tossed them over the piano. Em twisted and landed on her feet, darting towards (Y/N) to protect them from Cain. This time, he threw them into the wall, and Em slumped to the ground.

“Em!” shouted (Y/N). Cain grabbed a blade from Maze’s case, intending to finish off the demon. “No!” (Y/N) raised a hand, and shadows twisted up protectively over Em. It was barely a shield with the poor level of control (Y/N) had, but it was enough to surprise Cain, who paused and looked at them questioningly.

(Y/N) used his distraction to dart towards the elevator. Cain wanted them. He’d leave Em alone if (Y/N) ran. They swallowed a shout of pain as the throwing knife Cain held ripped through the skin of their arm, and they stumbled to the side, gripping their arm as blood began to drip down. Cain stalked towards them, and (Y/N) threw up their hands instinctively, allowing the shadows to take form and reach up for Cain. He pulled against them, straining until (Y/N)’s concentration broke as pain crawled through their extended arm.

“Leave me alone!” cried (Y/N) as Cain grabbed them. “Lucifer will kill you if you touch me!” they said savagely, straining against him.

“No. I’m going to kill Lucifer.”

Cain through (Y/N) against the floor, and their vision went black.

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