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[cursedcola]

Synopsis: After attending NRC, our beloved characters suddenly find themselves transported to your world! The thing is, they have no idea where you are and have to make a life for themselves in the meantime. How would they adapt to life on earth? A/N: Hey guys! I had this idea during a 4am mind-dump and rolled with it. May reference it if I do any Modern AU writing. Just some general Headcannons like what their residence, settlement of choice, work, general modern interests, style, etc. would be Characters: Everyone. Mix of Sentient AU! and Modern AU! Warnings: None lol. This is for my own enjoyment! Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasmonia You are here!: Heartslabyul

Nothing could have prepared the students of NRC for what lied beyond the mirror. A world unlike any of them ever known with magic being virtually non-existent ( or so it appears to the general public). With nothing but the clothes on their backs, falsified basic identification, personal items, and the small bits of knowledge gathered from your vessel Yuu; these young adults have one mission-find the player and stay out of prison. It was time to split up, cover as much ground as possible, and make a life in this unknown world.

Let us see how these fresh minds conform to life on earth, yes?

Heartslabyul Residence: United Kingdom

Riddle Rosehearts

Residence: Cambridge, England

Lives together with Trey in Cambridge, England. They share a two-bedroom apartment that's settled above the small bakery Trey works at.

Occupation: Government official. Likely somewhere in politics and law enforcement.

Riddle doesn't have a specific job listed simply because no one actually knows what it is that he does. He's very hush-hush about his personal affairs, which is understandable considering he respects the rules and confidentiality laws. Do not ask how he got a government job or how his falsified documents were overlooked. He has his ways, and that's all he is going to say.

Uses his job as a foot-in-the-door to try and find you. All they have is your data that was imputed into your TW account and phone app store, so he's going to cover all ground.

Very well off financially. He's taken more to the 'dark academia,' aesthetic going around on earth. Despite this he still shares his home with Trey, but is decorated like an academic's laboratory. Plenty of cherry wood furniture, plants, warm tones, and he surprisingly has pictures of the Heartslabyul gang everywhere.

One look at his clothes and you'll know who decorated the apartment. He loves corduroy pants, loafers, sweater-vests, turtle necks, and don't tell his mother but he got his ears pierced. Ruby red studs are his staple to match his hair.

Riddle easily conformed to earth's more mature audience. Just like in TW he struggles to understand recent trends and social media (Example: man will not go near Tik Tok). He picked up Linkdln and buisness platforms quickly, and not a week goes by where he doesn't have a buisness dinner. He's so well educated that he breezes through university life on earth and is on the path to get his Ph.D. in Political Science.

He loves the literature your world has to offer. He's collected so many new books that Trey had to convince him to rent a storage unit for them all (or get a kindle but Riddle likes to have the physical copy, so that's vetoed). He likes audio-books though because they're convenient, and he's taken up gardening

The one to consistently contact everyone with updates on your whereabouts. The leader of the UK gang in the search.

Ace Trappola

Residence: Cardiff, Wales

Lives together with Deuce in a one-bedroom apartment. They're broke as all hell and so they've got to make due. They've accommodated so that the living room is Deuce's room and Ace gets the actual bedroom. They're the tenants that constantly get complaints for being too loud and always scrape the deadline for rent. The type of duo to use bowls as cups because they fought over who would do the dishes. Now they've got angry neighbors, no clean dishes, and are at each others throats until the next day.

Occupation: Mechanic in training

Ace can't stand customer service but also isn't the type to do university. What is up his league is trade work, and the man wants a motorcycle so bad. At first he wasn't too into it but with time the field grew on him, and he gets along great with his mentors and coworkers. He's got the spunk and charisma to handle the job that's for sure.

He blends in so well, deadass. Yeah people know he's a foreigner and that he stands out appearance wise-but like, he's so outspoken that people take him for what he is. Basically the fresh youth on the block who's everyone's annoying little brother. The kind invited for after-work drinks (he is of age here. Remember they are all of age) and spend a couple rounds telling fun stories with.

We touched a bit on the living situation, but his bedroom is full of pop culture references from earth. He's a big marvel fan and he loves doing those lego-sets that come with instructions. He's got the infinity gauntlet model one on display and is eyeing the lego-store for when he can afford another big project. He's dreaming of seeing Disney world, and his room has lots of travel brochures for exciting trips

He often plays sports with the neighborhood kids and his friends and has random supplies thrown everywhere.

He's taken a liking to grunge fashion. Lots of flannel, skinny jeans, beanies, layered t-shirts, etc. He's a skater boy. Loves fashion jewelry and fidget rings

I feel that if Riddle or someone else had an idea of where you were, Ace would be the one they send to go see in person. Both himself and Deuce are confident that they'll know you when they see you without much work. Ace also has this disarming affinity where if he offered to buy you a coffee, it would just come off as a chill guy shooting his shot at a spontaneous date

Deuce Spade

Residence: Cardiff, Wales

Lives together with Ace in the one bedroom apartment mentioned prior. He's the one who tries to keep some semblance of order in the house. His space is generally clean but he gets super annoyed when Ace makes trips to the kitchen in the middle of the night. He's definetly the more responsible one of the two and the favorite if his neighbors had to choose. Deuce just wants some privacy and to get a full night's sleep, but knows that he couldn't afford a place of his own. He's the one who chose Cardiff on a whim, but ends up liking that they're close to the coast.

Occupation: Firefighter also in training

If coming to your world did one thing for Deuce, it was knock him on his ass in a good way. At NRC it was his focus to do well in school and make something of himself. He was doing it for his mom, but here he had to work with what he had to succeed. He gave university a shot for a semester before deciding that it wasn't getting him anywhere. Then he saw that dangers on earth couldn't be fought with magic, and was amazed at how firefighters, medical staff, etc. work to help others. All was history from that moment, and now Deuce is playing to his strengths AND doing something meaningful.

Like Ace, Deuce is loved by many people. He is the polite young man that all the grandmas bake sweets for in return for him carrying their groceries. He has amazing manners, and this pure aura that makes people want to help him. He's the guy you call when you need help during a move, or when you want someone to keep you company while building ikea furniture. He has such a genuine interest in people's stories, and often comes home with leftovers because he was invited to chat with the family next door over dinner.

He talks a lot about his mom and about the person he's in search for. He doesn't go in detail about you aside that you were friends and he moved here so you can be together. It's always a tear-jerker that pulls at people's heart-strings. He just loves and misses his mom so much, and he wants to see you more than anything. So touching~

Deuce is definetly a sports and social gathering kind of guy. In the living room there are many picture of events he's volunteered at and prizes from contests that he's entered. Like Ace, he wants to travel your world. He wants to go to all the famous nature spots and climb the highest mountains. He's also a gym jock. If he's not volunteering, at work, or socializing then he's at the gym

He's bought into the department-store aesthetic 100%. It's sweatpants, mesh shorts, dorky t-shirts, and too many different sneakers to keep track of. He actually let his hair grow out after coming to your world and now we have man-bun Deuce.

Trey Clover

Residence: Cambridge, England

The one who suggested splitting up in the first place. He wants in-and-out of your world as soon as possible (at least at first), and is by far the most lowkey of his the Heartslabyul gang.

Lives with Riddle in an apartment above his workplace. It's simple, really. He saw a 'help wanted' sign in the window of a family-own bakery. Strolled in, asked for an application, and then did a test run to show them his skills. He played a bit dirty and used his magic to cater to the owner's tastes but got the job instantly. The shop was run by an old couple that was conveniently looking to rent out the loft above their shop, and Trey jumped on it. Now he lives quietly and lets the others do the dirty work as he does what he knows best.

He lets Riddle take over the entire apartment aside from his bedroom. That he keeps very simple, and it's a complete contrast from the rest of the apartment. It has neutral whites with tinges of lemon yellow and lavender purple here and there. A bed, dresser, desk, and honestly it's so orderly that you wouldn't know someone was living inside. He often invites the bakery owners for tea and they're in awe of what the duo have done with the place. Trey and Riddle are the perfect tenants for any landlord to have.

He's by far the best at blending in with the common folk. Like Riddle, he does dress a bit more formally than the rest of his friends. He likes to stick to loafers, tan pants, and a button down shirt. Occasionally he'll toss in a sweater or a blazer to spice things up. However, one look at him and you'll think 'that's someone with their life together alright'

Occupation: Baker, if it isn't obvious by now.

As stated before, Trey sticks to what he's good at. He saw an opportunity and he swooped in. No doubts or questioning. The job was his before he knew it and he loves the quaint life he's been living on earth

Trey is also beloved by all in his neighborhood. Riddle is seen as someone to be highly respected and is slightly intimidating to the common man. Trey though? He's the cute baker boy that recently moved in and will happily chat about the weather with you over tea. He's mischievous and reads the atmosphere well. He's got a level head, and is very good at getting people to spill gossip. He balances out Riddle's imposing aura, making the two a good conversation topic for any passerby.

He uses this attentiveness to his advantage. If Riddle's the one snooping around the government and politics, then Trey is the extra eye and ear he needs to catch missed information. when Riddle gets home from work and Trey closes up shop, the two are good at working together to combine their formal knowledge with city gossip to find clues.

Trey and Riddle's place is where Heartslabyul meetings take place. It wasn't hard for Trey to convince the shop owners to lend him the lower level for 'family gatherings' on days the shop was closed.

On earth, Trey loves the freedom he has. The planet has it's own issues yes, but there's something about a world without magic that is utterly calming to him. No spells, no competition, no worry of overblot, etc. He just gets to live the simple life that he has always wanted, and a part of him wants to stay once he's found you. He likes learning the world's history, exploring different cultures, and spending his time outside.

Cater Diamond

Residence: Aberdeen, Scotland

Now if anyone is going to last by themselves, it is Cater.

Riddle was initially supposed to go to Scotland alone but everyone knows that he needs someone for emotional support. Cater offered himself to the wolves in his stead.

Cater owns a studio somewhere around Aberdeen. It's confusing because while he owns it, he is never there. No one has ever visited his house or been invited over once. His landlord doesn't have to worry about paparazzi or anything because no one ever sees him enter or leave.

Just for an idea though, it is decorated very retro-chic. He's got everything you can imagine from the 70s and 80s. The style just really resonated with him, y'know? All the bright colors and fun textures. He loves shag rugs, lava lamps, chalk-painted walls, etc. He definetly has a water bed and incense burners. I think he would have a cat if he was home to care for it.

Occupation: Influencer

C'mon, this is to be expected. It's why he's never home! He's a travel influencer that runs a pretty well-known blog and many other media pages. There isn't a day he doesn't live stream his latest adventure and is the easiest to get a hold of out of everyone.

There isn't a single person that doesn't know of Cater Diamond. Need I say more about his social life?

Despite it all, he's still off by himself and he always makes sure to video chat everyone every day. Not to get too deep...but while he's loved he definetly has that outsider complex. Out of everyone, he is the one who is excited to go home the most. He's thriving but there is no place like home.

Just like Deuce, he tells people about you. He's had his friends appear as guests in his videos/streams (imagine the crowd when Riddle of all people appeared lol), but the one person they've never seen is Cater's supposed 'special person'. He's hoping by some miracle that one of his videos will reach you, and that you'll know it's your Cater. I mean, you must have noticed the missing characters in your game, right? Connect the dots hunny.

Cater's known for his exploration with fashion and hobbies. He's tried everything from gothic lolita to cottage core. The man flips like a light switch on the daily. One thing that's constant though is the color red. It reminds him of his roots, so he always has a splash of red or a hidden rose in his outfits.

I mentioned a travel blog, right? Well mixed in there he writes about new hobbies or discoveries he makes along the way. Imagine the first time he saw a rubix cube? He streamed himself trying to solve it and it's one of his most quoted moments. No one could believe that he had never seen one until that moment.

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[kydrogendragon]

Do you have any random headcanons about the brothers? Unexpected hobbies, preferred subjects, favorite animal beyond their familiars, or something more obscure?

Oooooo, yes! Yes I do!! Lucifer, Mammon, and Satan are my faves, so I have more hc's for those three, but I do still have some for the others as well. There's some lengthy-ish world hc's at the bottom of Satan's section as well since it related to him the most.

Thanks for the ask btw! Sorry that this took a bit to answer, I had lots of ideas.

Characters: The Brothers

TW: None, necessarily, but some are a bit angsty and there are some references to more violent kinda acts, but nothing crazy.

Various HC's of the Brothers

Lucifer has terrible bedhead, I will not take criticism. It's a fact. Boy crawls out of bed after getting rest for the first time in 36+ hours and looks like the girl from The Ring.

I also believe this man insisted on an en-suite bathroom because there's no way in Hell is he gonna let his brothers or anyone else see him in that state.

The first time MC stays the night with him, he absolutely slips out of bed to fix his hair and appearance before MC wakes up. He absolutely does this every time he has to share a room with Diavolo as well.

Levi gave him a fidget spinner once, mostly as a joke. Man uses it on the daily in his office.

Lucifer loves being a little shit to his brothers in his own way. Like speed reading over Satan's shoulder in the audio drama. He mostly messes with Satan, Belphie, and Mammon. He's tried messing with Beel and Asmo in the past, but Asmo just ends up enjoying the attention and Beel is usually just confused.

Boy got his ears pierced back in the Celestial realm when he was a lot younger in his attempt of being "rebellious". He took them out a month later after getting annoyed with Michael's half-serious teasing about getting a matching set with him. If you look closely, you can see the faint indents where they used to be.

Mammon actually got his ears pierced back in the Celestial realm when he heard Lucifer used to have them done and wanted to be like him. The next day after Mammon showed them off to Lucifer, he had re-pierced them because he knew Mammon would be ecstatic. That was the last time he wore earrings.

Genuinely enjoyed his Potions and Hexes classes. Of all the classes at R.A.D, it's definitely his favorite. Seductive Speech is probably his least favorite as he finds it a bit of a chore.

Whenever Satan hexes different things or tries to slip Lucifer some sort of potion, he's annoyed, sure, but does somewhat enjoy it as it's the closest he can get to sharing his enjoyment of potions and hexes with him.

Satan knows this, at least to a degree, and also knows Lucifer is exceptionally skilled at neutralizing hexes and potions, which is why he mostly uses these methods. He knows that Lucifer can most likely fix anything that goes wrong. Plus it becomes a challenge for him if he manages to get him with one.

Lucifer is very much a dog person, cause Cerberus, but also has a fondness for poison dart frogs. He just thinks they're neat and likes the different colors that they come in. He has a good sized vivarium for them in his bedroom. He enjoys waking up in the mornings and misting their enclosure before getting ready for the day.

His bangs get in the way while he's working a lot. If it's particularly bugging him that day, he'll lock his door and pin his hair up with hair clips that Asmo gave him.

Lucifer is also incredibly picky about his sleeping arrangements (which is partly why this man never gets much sleep). His room must be the optimal level of cool that his comforter isn't a burden, but a comfort, and the room must be pitch black as well. He used to only be able to sleep with the room dead quiet as well, but after they fell, he'd struggle with the silence as his mind would get the better of him, so now he can only sleep with either a fan on (which helps with temperature) or the sound of rain.

This man doesn't have much time for other hobbies with all the work he has to get through, but on the rare occasion he does have some down time, he enjoys drawing. He keeps a small sketchbook in his desk and will pull it out when he needs a small break. He likes being able to keep his hands and mind focused on something and he finds it helps his perceptiveness as well as he's often focused on looking at things exactly as they are.

His sketching is part of the reason he's so good at knowing if anyone was in his office as well as he's got the entire layout precisely memorized.

Mammon loves money as we all know, but he loves collecting currency too from all over. He'll pick up different coins and bills from the human world when he's up there (if he hasn't spent it, that is.)

Levi actually helped him build a system to display all the coins and bills (man definitely knows how to display collections, just look at this room after all.) Mammon's got all the Celestial currency complete, all the Devildom currency complete as well, although he tends to "borrow" cash from that part of his collection a lot, but always tries to replace it. Human world currency is harder cause there's so many versions. He's got most of the British currency since that's where the Witches live and he's collected most of the US currency too (he's still trying to find the $2 bill which he's beginning to believe was a myth), and an assortment of currency from other countries.

His money collection is the reason he actually knows countries in the human world. He wouldn't care to learn otherwise. Mammon couldn't tell you much about all the different countries, but he could tell you exactly what the currency there looks like and which ones he still needs.

Mammon absolutely had ADHD and you cannot tell me otherwise.

Every couple of months or so, he gets the needs to redecorate or organize his room. This usually devolves in him having tossed all his belongings on the floor with him sitting in the middle of it, playing with some random thing he bought centuries ago.

Belphie will usually crash on his bed and point to places that stuff could or should go to help Mammon have room on his floor again. The extra body there helps him stay focused. Sometimes Beel will be that extra body too.

This man is super photogenic and it drives Asmo up the wall cause he can never get a bad photo of him, even when Mammon is sleeping.

Speaking of sleeping, I never see this talked about (other than the part of him sleeping nude) but in the early chapters when Levi said he snuck in his room to wake him up, he said that Mammon flipped out of bed and pinned Levi to the ground (something like that, anyways), so I totally see Mammon as a light sleeper. The moment anyone comes in his room when he's asleep, he's half-awake at least. And if you touch him or get too close and he's still in that half-asleep mode, he will absolutely pin you to the ground or the bed or something on defensive instinct.

Mammon definitely isn't a school person. He doesn't have many classes he actually enjoys, but he's actually decent in math as long as it's more story-problems or rephrased in a way that he cares about. Just straight equations? Hell no, he couldn't care less. Story problem that deals with figuring out how to maximize profits? Man has the answer in seconds.

I totally feel like Mamms had a photography streak for a bit. He bought the fanciest camera, lots of gear to go with it, and always carried it with him for a few years. Eventually, he got bored with it and moved on to something else. Totally tried to sell some of the pics on occasion, but secretly has a stash of photos over the years in a box in his closet. He used some of them to make a small photo album for Lucifer for his birthday one year. The two never talk about it, but sometimes Mammon will see Lucifer flipping through the pages late at night.

Mammon still uses the camera for events or celebrations that people want pics of, like birthdays or holidays. Asmo tends to ask bribe Mammon to help him with pics for his Devilgram at times too.

He loves his crows, but he also loves Dragons. He's never seen one, and to be honest, not sure if they really exist anymore, but loves them nonetheless. I also see him loving wolves. He will 100% deny that dogs are basically wolves and he will fight you on this. He has before and he will do it again.

Also, on the dragon note, when he finds out the human world has things called Komodo Dragons and Bearded Dragons, he's determined to own one. When, not if, but when he gets a bearded dragon, Levi helps him get a vivarium set up for it. Mammon walks around the house with him on his shoulder and absolutely named him Grimm. He starts eating more than just Cup Noodles when he's making food for himself cause he'll cut up veggies and fruit for Grimm for the day and make himself something with the same ingredients.

Totally didn't buy a set of black bat wings to put on Grimm at all, nope. Also totally didn't take a pic of him in his demon form with Grimm on his shoulder and send MC a pic of the two with the caption "Me and Mini-Me!" either.

Levi has absolutely written fanfics of his favorite series. He consumes even more fanfic too. Boy is incredibly literate in AO3 (or the Devildom equivalent) tags and gets super peeved when fics aren't properly tagged. Leaves a comment on every fic he reads too.

I could also see this boy buying as well as creating his own Doujinshi for certain series. His first was a TSL one that focused more on The Lord of Shadows and Henry's day-to-day lives. He never ended up selling it, but if he and MC are really close, he might slip a copy under their door.

When he's bored and can't find a good anime to watch or game to play, he'll curl up in his tub and watch those aquascaping or vivarium building videos cause he finds them soothing. They also give him good ideas on how to redecorate Henry 2.0's fish tank or a future Henry 3.0's vivarium. (You can't tell me man doesn't plan on getting another snake again after knowing Henry 1.0 is doing plenty fine in the labyrinth below the castle.)

Has definitely learned to pick locks with the tip of his tail. Mammon has definitely tried to use this to his advantage. He has yet to be successful.

You cannot tell me this man doesn't nap in his aquarium from time to time, especially when he's feeling lonely or just having a particularly bad day. This goes hand-in-hand with my belief that Levi can breathe underwater.

When they first fell and before HoL looked as it does today, Levi would either hole up in his room to be alone, but sometimes the chaos in the house was too much and his sin was too much and everything was just too much, so he'd make his way to the closest lake (which idk if there's one close to HoL or not, but I like to believe there is back in the forest by them) and he'd sink to the bottom and stay there for hours on end, just existing in the still waters.

He has his aquarium now, which works great, but sometimes he still goes out to that lake if he needs to get away.

Man loves lots of creatures, but mostly reptiles, amphibians, and other aquatic creatures. He loves snakes and his goldfish the most, of course, but if he had to chose another, it'd be a toss up between eels or axolotls, but leaning towards axolotls since their gills remind him of his horns in his demon form.

He was super excited when axolotls got popular in the human realm. Pls buy this man the Build-a-Bear axolotl plush

Levi thought he'd enjoy the literature classes at R.A.D but soon found out that manga or light novels didn't count in the curriculum, much to his dismay. The following year, however, he got to take the Human World studies class and loved it as he got to focus on Japan for his course project.

He and Mammon have bi-weekly gaming sessions on Thursday nights. The games rotate, but if they can't decide, Devil Kart or Super Smash Devils are their go-to games. They try to keep it to just the two of them. Neither would admit it to each other, but they really look forward to those nights.

Levi bought a murder mystery VR game, partly because it had good reviews, but mostly because he knew Satan would absolutely love it. The day it arrived, he loaded it up and played it with Satan until 4 in the morning. The two were lucky it was a Friday night.

Levi has gotten a little too drunk during karaoke with Mammon, Asmo, and Satan and ended up getting gauges that night. He freaked out the next morning and stayed in his room for a solid week and a half afterwards. He doesn't usually wear them anymore, but on occasion, he'll put them back in. They've kinda grown on him. That same night, Satan got his tongue pierced to annoy Lucifer. He still has it and quite enjoys it.

Satan has considered writing his own book one day, but always struggled with coming up with an acceptable plot that he approved of. He does write poetry, however, and would murder everyone on site if anyone found his notebook.

Has hundreds of different bookmarks of varying styles and colors, all of which are stuck in his mountains of books. He's only ever bought 2 bookmarks for himself in his life: one being cut out in the shape of a dangling cat, and another that was signed by one of his favorite authors. The rest are gifts from his brothers and a few from his friends/acquaintances.

His oldest bookmark was one he drew himself when he was a child. It's stuffed lovingly in the first book he was ever given: the Devildom version of "The Cat in the Hat" that Mammon bought for him. He keeps it close to his bed.

Man has a terrible habit of trying to psychoanalyze everyone he meets. You'd never know this unless you became a close friend of his in which he'd tell you what he's deduced and asks you how correct he was so he can further improve.

Multiple demons are freaked out by this but wouldn't dare to say it to the Avatar of Wrath's face. Not unless they had a death wish.

Satan loves learning potions and hexes, just like Lucifer. If anyone mentions this, he'll toss them a look that could kill (and depending on who it was, he may just kill). He's well aware of this, but much to his dismay, all other subjects, while are also quite interesting, aren't as good as potions and hexes. They just hold a special place in his heart and mind.

King of yoga. He started doing it to help control his anger, which it did help. Now he and Asmo do yoga together weekly (or more, depending on the week).

I headcanon Satan being Ace, but not opposed to such ~activities~.

When he was younger, not necessarily a child, but more teenage years, and his sin was terrible to try and control, he'd have to stay down in a section of the underground tomb a lot as to not destroy or burn down the house. Mammon would stay down there with him most of the time to keep him company and try to help him get his wrath out to calm down. It often lead to Satan attacking him blindly. Mammon would take it and any damage Satan inflicted. Some days were worse than others, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

Mammon never let Satan see the damage either, refusing to let his younger brother feel guilty over something he couldn't yet control.

Whenever Mammon's injured from either Lucifer's punishments or from getting in trouble elsewhere, Satan is the first to make him healing salves or the like. Not only because he's the best at it, but also as a way to say thank you and repay him for all Mammon did when he was younger.

So, this relates more with some of my Devildom HC's, but I imagine that as the Avatars of Sin, they each rule over their sins and the sinners that are apart of it. With that comes rolling out the punishments, most of which can be taken care of by the Little D's, but not always. I feel like Satan, out of all of them, has the easiest time with this task. He's a born demon and the Avatar of Wrath at that, so that part of the job doesn't faze him much. If anything, he finds it a good way to help keep his wrath in check as he can use this time to get it out of his system.

In contrast, the rest of his brothers I feel struggle more with this to different degrees. Punishing the souls stuck in their sins tends to amplify their own sin in themselves. Beel gets exceptionally ravenous, often devouring some of the souls in his domain. Belphie often times has to be awoken by one of his brothers as he'll end up asleep for days at a time in his realm, surrounded by the withering souls of his domain who slowly erode into the landscape. Asmo's realm can be both emotionally and physically taxing as the souls here can only do one thing for eternity only to eventually wither away from exhaustion. Asmo often finds himself in a haze-like state for a few days after being there and tends to need lots of help grounding himself. It's not unusual to hear him near silent during this time. Levi's domain brings out the worst in himself as he fuels the envy in the souls of his area. The souls themselves tend to either tear each other down or tear themselves down. Levi has to relax in the lake or his aquarium for quite a while after being there. Mammon finds his greed amplified to the point where he'll hoard anything in sight. Should another demon or even one of his brothers come to his realm after he's been there for a while, he'll try to hoard them and their belongings as well. Lesser demons might find their own souls in his clutches. He's another one that will need dragging back as his desire to own will keep him from leaving. Lucifer is the only one who can bring him back without worrying about losing the inevitable fight that occurs. In Lucifer's domain, it may seem oddly calm in comparison to the others, but that calm only lasts so long. Pride come before the fall, after all, and the souls in his realm aren't any exceptions. They'll find what little pride or hold on some semblance of reality or stability ripped from them because they were too proud to seek help from the other souls nearby. Lucifer may seem the least affected by his realm, however it tends to maintain his level of pride higher than what it could have been, which in turn keeps him from accepting assistance from his brothers or any others.

Long bullet point aside, when the brothers have to return to their domains for some time, if Satan notices that his brother(s) are already looking worse for wear or if they'd been there recently, he'll often offer to go in their stead for some time, knowing that the effect of their domains aren't quite as taxing to him as they could be. He finds himself doing this often with Asmo or Mammon as both easily lose themselves in their sin to drastic lengths.

Asmo has definitely created his own skincare line. He does use other products occasionally, especially to review them and figure out changes he could make to his own line.

He's also got his own makeup like as well, but it's still growing as he's very critical of his products. If they're going to be from him, they have to be the absolute best on the market after all!

Has absolutely made mini-pallets based on him and his brothers and absolutely gifted them each their own pallet. Is offended if they use products that aren't his.

Debates making an OnlyFans. He goes back and forth on this daily.

You cannot tell me he doesn't have a collection of super high-quality, fancy wigs for the days he wants a drastic hair style change but doesn't want to affect his current hair.

He got recommended an organizational Deviltube video once and he's been hooked ever since. There was a period of time that his Akuzon shopping was as bad as Levi's as he bought every recommended organizational item on his favorite Deviltubers rec list. He's still super organized. Everything's labels, color coordinated, and has a place in his room.

Loves cheesy reality television with a passion and doesn't bother hiding it. The more drama, the better. He and Satan have a few shows they always watch together, despite Satan's critiques.

Seductive Speechcraft is his favorite class as it comes easy to him, but really enjoyed an accounting class they all had to take, much to his own surprise.

He thinks sunflowers are just the cutest flowers in all the three realms. Has a silk sunflower scarf he wears as often as he can in the summertime.

Made the mistake of telling Satan his one-sleeve-off look wasn't terrible and now it's all he ever does. It drives Asmo crazy and he knows that's probably why Satan continues to do it. (Note: that's exactly the reason)

Listens to daily mantras in the morning, reminding him of his worth, his beauty, and the depth of his personality. It helps him, especially on days when he feels a little too much like a walking piece of art. Not that he minds that at times, but he is still a living, breathing person after all, and he feels like the world forgets that at times.

Keeps a small trophy he got in the human world for a hot dog eating contest he accidentally joined. Boy ate all his hot dogs and some of the competitors' hot dogs as well.

Movie nights with everyone are his favorite as he likes to be in the center, surrounded by his family. It helps remind himself that everyone is safe and happy.

He'd make the best taste tester anyone could ask for. He could identify almost (if not all) ingredients in any dish he tastes. Barbatos appreciates his refined pallet when he's working on a new dish or the like. Beel is guaranteed to give good advice or comments.

Learned to knit so he could make Belphie a blanket. He's made sweaters for Asmo, a plush cat for Satan, mittens for Lucifer, a scarf for Levi, and a hat for Mammon so far.

Will make a cup of tea for Lucifer when he's getting a midnight snack and notices that he's still awake. It's often accompanies by a concerned look and a comment on how he should go to bed.

Beel loves bears, especially grizzly bears. No specific reason, he just think they're cool and strong. He wants to see one someday. (Please take him to the zoo to see one)

Satan taught Beel how to lucid dream when Belphie was in the attic after realizing that Belphie couldn't help with the nightmares. It doesn't always work, but it helps about half the time.

While they were all adjusting to their sins, Beel would try his hardest to eat average amounts of food, but it was incredibly hard and painful to do. It felt like his stomach was going to eat him from the inside out if he didn't pacify it with food. For a while, he'd cry himself to sleep over the aching pit in his stomach on top of all the other guilt and trauma and loss that they were dealing with. After a few weeks of this, part of him gave up and gave in to his newly gained hunger. It's less common nowadays, but there were many days that he's hate himself and what he'd become. He'd hate the never-ending hunger and the trouble it caused.

He loves clovers and dandelions. He thinks they're adorable and wishes the Devildom had some.

Belphie has a designated sleeping spot (and accompanying pillow in case he didn't have his own) in each of his brothers' rooms.

Does genuinely enjoy nature. If he's not somewhere lounging in the house, often times he can be found in the forest behind the HoL, either napping in a tree or a bed of soft grass, watching the sky or the leaves above.

Sometimes when he's out there, he can close his eyes and almost feel like he's back in the Celestial realm.

Of all the brothers, I feel like Belphie misses the Celestial realm the most. Not necessarily because of anything there itself, and not really because he misses the people there, but he does miss the memories. He misses how he felt, how everything felt when they were back there. He'd never say any of this out loud. If you were to ask him, he'd say "fuck the Celestial realm" and he would mean that, to a degree. But some of his best dreams are just the memories playing on loop of his time there.

When he went back to the human realm with MC and his brothers, it was the first time he'd seen the sun in ages that wasn't tainted by his hatred of humans. He sat outside, just lying in its warmth for the whole day when they first got there, smiling, as he basked in the nostalgia it brought.

Enjoys Devildom History the most because it's always lectures and he can nap through it without worrying about being called on or having to present anything most of the time.

You'd think this man would like sloths considering he's the Avatar of Sloth, but no. In fact, he lowkey hates them. He'll never say why, exactly, but he does. He does, however, really like fireflies. He thinks they're some of the coolest creatures in the human realm. Lucifer wanted to get him a jar of them for his birthday, but couldn't get them to stay alive for very long. Instead, he charmed a jar with imitation fireflies and set the jar on Belphie's bed next to his sleeping figure, wordlessly. Belphie still keeps the jar next to his bed.

I'm still learning Belphie's character cause he's only recently started growing on me, so he has the fewest hc's. Sorry Belphie!!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #mammon #belphie #beel #beelzebub #belphegor #obey me lucifer #lucifer #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #levi #leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #asmo #Asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #ky asks #obey me satan #satan

[rat-father]

Used this prompt by @whatgoeswhumpinthenight

Picrews are a trap, these are oc's now

-- tw;; lab whump, dehumanisation, it as pronoun, needles, non con drugging, multiple whumpers, reluctant whumper, implied previous branding, implied kidnapping / human trafficking, ear whump, blood mention --

“Who left these scars on you?” Dr. Colin asked.

He inspected his new test subject, stripped down to its boxers to look for any weapons. Scars and old marking littered its body. It turned its head away, lips pressed together firmly.

“Even if you don’t speak up it seems like they left their initials.”

He traced the two letters etched into its skin with his thumb, narrowing his eyes. Its muscles tensed under the touch, rubber glove roughly moving over its skin.

“And that will be their undoing,” He murmured.

Its eyes widened, frantically darting around. Colin walked a circle around it, eyeing it up and down. It tugged at the rope binding its hands, clenched fists digging nails in its skin. Quickly rising and falling chest stopping momentarily as he pushed its shoulders down.

“Calm now, it’s none of your concern, XE419. You just need to behave for me.”

He grasped a chunk of its hair, holding its head still as he pushed a needle into a vein. Cold liquid ran through it, mind growing hazy along with its vision.

---

Groggily XE419 regained consciousness, a warm hand resting on its forehead. It leaned into the touch, blinking awake. The warm hand disappeared, leaving it exposed to the cold air. A soft moan escaped its lips, head rolling to the side. Muffled voices sounded on either side of it, shadows lurking over. Bright lights illuminated the room directly above, blinding it each time the shadows pulled back. Slowly the cotton stuffed in its head melted, figures becoming more clear. Dr. Colin’s short purple hair hung in the corner of its eye, his hands occupied by a tool.

Gloved fingers took a hold of its jaw, turning its head towards another doctor with soft pink hair, piercing dark eyes staring down at it. They mouthed something, twisting into a kind smile. XE419 weakly attempted to smile back. They pulled their hand back, walking to the other side of the table it was on. It watched both the doctors put on a pair of headphones, Dr. Colin making hand gestures, sending the other away.

Light buzzing invaded its ears, pitch gradually moving between high and low. Slowly the buzzing got louder, piercing through its thoughts. XE419’s eyebrows knitted together, its head throbbing. It winced at the pressure building up by its ears. The buzzing faded away, only loud ringing remaining. Tears slipped through, the world around it spinning and turning. It wasn’t sure what it was thinking about, or if it was thinking at all.

---

Dr. Cruz hesitantly took off the bulky headphones once the audio finished playing. Their brother followed his lead, stepping closer to the subject. It’s fingers twitched slightly, toes curling together. Dr. Colin took a small hand towel out of his pockets, wiping the sweat off XE419’s forehead. It let out a small whimper, stray tears rolling down its face. He snapped his fingers in front of it, gaining no reaction. He nodded to them, jotting something down in his notebook.

They stepped up to the table, taking the shackles off its wrists. They pulled it up to a sitting position, keeping it steady. Its body trembled, head hanging limply against its chest. Cruz tucked its hair behind its ear, spotting a small line of blood.

“There’s minor bleeding in the left ear,” they said.

Colin glanced up, tilting his head their direction. He quickly wrote it down.

“And the right ear?”

“I’ll check.”

They held onto the subjects chest as they walked around, moving hair out the way. It groaned, distant eyes searching for them. They shook their head, biting the inside of their cheek. He nodded, clicking his pen. XE419’s laboured breaths filling the heavy silence. They felt its chest rise and fall unsteadily against their hand. Choked sobs broke through its disoriented state. A short pang shot through their chest, holding the fragile person in its arms, thin figure barely holding enough weight.

Cruz glared at their brother preparing another needle, unforgiving liquid fillings its empty base. They sighed internally, mouthing ‘you’re gonna be okay’ to XE419. Colin swiftly walked back over, pulling on its hair to move their head to the side, leaving its neck exposed and the long scar running along it. He stuck the needle in, sending the clear liquid down its vein. It lost consciousness seconds after, head hitting the metal table as he let go of it. They cringed at the bang that erupted, fighting their instincts to check for injuries.

“I’ll take care of the rest,” Cruz crossed their arms, taking a step closer. “You need to take a shower by the way, you smell horrible.’

“Cunt.”

“Asstown. I was kind enough not to say it in front of them.”

They nodded at the unconsciousness subject, laying lifelessly.

“So go, I don’t need you rubbing it off on me,” they said.

“You wouldn’t smell it over your own horrendous scent.”

They rolled their eyes, lightly pushing his back as he walked to the exit, grin never leaving his face. The door hissed closed behind him, leaving them alone with XE419. Cruz let out a long sigh, arms falling by their side. Shifting on their feet, they knelt by the subject’s side, gently rubbing its cheek with his thumb. Dried blood on its ear caught their attention, dark red contrasting its sickly white skin.

Cruz hurried to the closet, pulling out round cotton swabs, turning the faucet on low to let the thin stream of water soak it wet. They gently cleaned out the blood in XE419’s ear to the best of their ability, taking its earlobe between their fingers to hold it in place. The subject didn’t give any reaction, only its lip twitching slightly. They cupped its cheeks, pushing hair strands out its face. A knot tied itself in their chest, hatred for themselves mingling with sympathy for the person laying before them.

Reluctantly they closed the heavy shackles on its wrists. The silent clock counting down time lurking over them, sun running its course outside. They threw off the sweaty gloves, aiming for the trash bin. The metal doors opened for them as they hurried through, resisting the urge to look back. Their footsteps echoed in the empty halls, scarce decorations passing them by. Fake plants exposed by white walls lead them to their room at the far end, keeping them company inside.

#whumpee #whump #lab whump #dehumanisation tw #needles tw #non con drugging #captivity whump #multiple whumpers #reluctant whumper

[css1992]

I absolutely love all of your stories and was hoping to give you a prompt! I haven’t seen you write Tony or Peter as superheroes, but I would love a story where the team goes on a mission that goes wrong and they think Peter is dead. A few months pass, and Spider-Man pops up in a different color costume next to a big baddie (Quentin? Rumlow? Whoever it is def has a crush or Peter lmao). If you can’t write the prompt, no worries.❤️

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“Thank you so much for taking my prompt omgggg! To answer your question, Spider-Man pops up as a baddie, and he works with/for another baddie”

You’re too sweet and kind, my dear, thank you so much! I’m so sorry this took so long, something happened in my personal life and I was too heartbroken for love stories for a while there hahaha Everything’s fine now. I hope you’re still out there to read this and I really hope you enjoy it! <3

[*]

This takes place a few years after Civil War.  A few details were changed – Peter was recruited at 18, while attending MIT; Endgame never happened, they defeated Thanos in Titan; Tony and Pepper never got back together after their break-up somewhere between IM3 and CACW.

TW: Mentions of blood, alcoholism, grief and death. I guess that’s it, let me know if you find anything else triggering!

[*]

“It’s him.” Tony stood there paralyzed, staring at the hologram projected from Nat’s phone, heart pounding, ears ringing. “It’s him,” he repeated, running his hands through his hair, trying to get a hold of himself, trying to make sense of what was happening, of what he was seeing. It was too surreal – impossible! – he had to be hallucinating. Right? Maybe dreaming? Had he drunk himself into a stupor again? Had he finally gone mad?

It was a regular day, Tony had been down in the lab for an unknown number of hours when Friday announced Steve, Nat and Bruce were at the door, which was unusual. Usually, they’d visit one at a time, an unspoken agreement not to overwhelm the engineer, but that particular day they all marched into his house saying that he needed to see something. He was too exhausted to tell them to fuck off, so he just poured himself a drink and shrugged, gesturing towards the living room.

Nat proceeded to project a video from her StarkPhone and what he saw took away the ground from beneath his feet. He tried to sit down, but he didn’t make it to the couch, his legs were not responding, he fell on his butt in the middle of the living room. The blood felt like ice in his veins, his throat was closing up, his eyes were burning and his hands were shaking so fucking badly. He was boneless and petrified all of a sudden, as he watched him swing from building to building on his webs, a black and white blur.

Peter.

He felt Steve and Bruce on either side of him, trying to help him up, but he didn’t take his eyes off of the projection. It was him. My Peter, you’re back, you came back to me, you’re okay, you’re alive–

“Tony, it’s not him.” Steve’s voice brought him back to the real world, and he looked around. Natasha and Bruce both stared at him with worry in their eyes, like they agreed with Steve.

“What, are you fucking insane? Of course it’s him!” His voice was firm, angry, even though his hand was shaking when he pointed at the hologram, to the short video that kept replaying on a loop.

“Tony, he robbed a bank. He put civilians at risk. How could you think this is Peter? Are you insane? Don’t you know him? Look, we had to show you this because it’s going to be all over the news soon and whoever this is, they’re trying to tarnish Peter’s memory and we can’t allow it, but this – this isn’t him, Tony. I’m sorry.”

The older man stopped for a second, taking a deep breath. Was he going insane? Was he seeing things, was his mind playing tricks on him again? It wouldn’t be the first time in the last few months. He focused on the images. The bank’s alarm was sounding loudly, as people started running wildly out the front door. Seconds later, someone wearing a cape and a – helmet? Fish bowl? – on their head walked out, then finally him.

Not him, Steve said, but how could it be anyone else, when Tony could clearly see it was Peter gracefully swinging around on the webs. Not him, Steve said, but how could it not be him when Tony recognized every inch of his body? The long neck, the narrow, yet strong shoulders, thin waist, round ass, strong thighs, small feet, long hands and thin, wiry arms. How could it not be him when Tony could recognize the way he moved, the way he leaped and landed effortlessly, the grace with which he swung back and forth?

“It’s him, Steve.” Even as the words left his mouth, his eyes were fixed on the boy in the video. The suit looked a lot like the one Tony made for him, but it was slightly different. Black, instead of blue. White, instead of red. But it was him. Alive and breathing. “It’s Peter, I know it is.”

***

It was supposed to be an easy mission. Even though it called for every Avenger in town, it was just a security measure, Steve told them. They intercepted a terrorist group communicating online, planning a coordinated attack on Stark Tower, the Avengers Compound and Times Square. They were professionals, but only human. They thought they’d be enough: Captain America, Black Widow, Iron Man, Spiderman, Winter Soldier and even the Hulk as a safety net.

In a way, they were sufficient. They were able to avoid the attack and arrest almost every single one of the terrorists that weren’t killed during the mission. But the cost was high – way too fucking high.

Peter.

Tony knew what happened the exact moment when it did. He knew there was no saving him when he opened his lips and tried to call out his name and instead of words, blood came out. Thick, dark blood. He saw the life leaving his eyes when he looked at him one last time, eyelids drooping and then closing. There was no saving him, Tony knew that, and yet he tried. He flew as fast as the suit would allow him, even though he had no idea what he would have done if he had reached him in time. Which he didn’t.

Peter disappeared before his eyes, along with the man who had put a knife through his heart. And not just any knife, not any metal would have been able to pierce the suit. It had to be vibranium. Whoever that man was, he knew that, maybe he had Peter in mind all along. The only thing Tony remembered about him were his wide, blue eyes. Cold and wild. The sadistic smile when he heard Tony’s wail of despair. Tony thought he knew him somehow, but couldn’t be sure.

They just disappeared. One second, they were there, right within his reach, the next, they were gone. He’d lost him. The person he’d sworn to protect at all costs, at the cost of his own damned life, but he was useless the moment Peter needed him the most. Gone. Disappeared before his eyes, Tony couldn’t even bring his body home.

He remembered crumbling to the ground, broken and unbelieving, staring at the empty space where Peter once stood.

“Tony...” Steve crouched down next to him, looking pained and devastated, and the older man broke down.

“I lost the kid, Steve. I lost him.”

He didn’t remember a lot of that day, he’d passed out drunk in his room for the first time in ten years, woke up hours later in the med bay with Steve, Rhodey and Pepper speaking in hushed voices. He didn’t care what they were saying, because the first thought he had when he opened his eyes was that he’d lost the love of his life. His Peter.

***

“Boss, I was able to acquire the footage from the bank’s security cameras.” Friday’s voice brought him back to the present and they all jumped up, all eyes turning to the huge screen facing the couch.

“Good girl, play it,” he answered quickly, taking a seat because he knew he would need it.

It started with a normal day in a bank, people walking around, standing in line, talking to each other, nothing out of the ordinary. Then the guy they’d seen leaving the bank in the other video – Fish-bowl-guy – appeared out of nowhere, levitating above the patrons, slowly floating down.

“My fellow citizens, do not fret, I mean you no harm.” Of course, New Yorkers wouldn’t take his word for it, not after everything they had gone through over the course of the last decade. People started screaming and running, trying to get to the exit, but Peter stood there by the door. When they tried to push through him, he webbed some of them to the walls and the others froze, slowly stepping away from him. “This will all be over soon, I promise.”

Fish-bowl-guy demanded the tellers filled bags with money from their drawers as Peter guarded the exit. He didn’t say anything and it was driving Tony crazy, because he was dying to hear him. Both because he wanted Friday to run the audio through a voice recognition software to prove once and for all that it was him, but also because for six months he hadn’t been able to even look at pictures of Peter, let alone hear his voicemails or watch his silly videos. And he had several of them, the younger man sent him at least a video a day – his daily vlogs, he called them – even if they were just in different rooms.

But Peter didn’t say anything, he just stood by the door as Fish-bowl-guy talked to the patrons.

“I know we seem like the bad guys right now, but I promise you, we’re not. We’re the heroes here, really,” He started, overlooking the tellers as they filled the bags with cash. “We’re here to take the city back from those who took it from us. You know what I’m talking about, right?” The man looked at the patrons as if he was expecting an answer, but no one said a word. “Tony Stark and his little army. He took over his daddy’s empire, now he thinks he can just take anything and claim as his own. He’s done it to this city, even if some people haven’t realized it yet. We’re his hostages. He built himself an army and they control this city, the country, even! They fake threats and then come to ‘save us’, they destroy our homes, they kill our loved ones, they don’t care about collateral damage! Some of us have lost everything, because of Tony fucking Stark and his minions. But it will all be over soon, I promise you. I will set you free.”

He took the twelve bags full of money that the tellers placed on the counter and gestured for Peter to come closer and the young man webbed his way to him, until he was standing by his side. That was the moment people started running out of the bank, the moment they saw from another point of view in the other video. As they watched people leaving, Fish-bowl-guy placed an arm around Peter’s shoulders, pulling him close in a very friendly way, it made Tony’s blood boil and his heart sink.

“You’re doing great, honey. You’re doing the right thing. Come on, now.” He stroked his shoulder softly then walked outside, followed closely by Peter and then the video was over.

The room was silent for a few seconds after that as they tried to understand what they’d just seen. Tony didn’t want to read too much into it, Peter was clearly not in his right mind if he was robbing a bank, but still – the guy called him honey. He was… comforting him. And Peter let him.

“We have to find him.” Tony quickly ordered Friday to do a thorough search on the web, check surveillance cameras all over New York, police database, anything that could give them a clue on  where they might have escaped to – or where they had come from. The news said they were followed by the police for a few blocks, then they simply disappeared before their eyes. It brought back terrible memories.

“Yes, we do, but not for the reasons you want, Tony.” Bruce frowned, coming to stand next to his friend. “You have to agree this – it’s just not possible. Peter is dead, he would never –“

“Then where’s his body, Bruce? Huh? Can any of you answer me that?” He looked around the room and they all avoided his gaze, as if worried they’d break him if they dared to say what they thought. “He disappeared. Right before my eyes, Bruce. Friday couldn’t connect to Karen, we have no idea what could have happened after that.”

“Tony, his heart was pierced.” It was Natasha’s turn to try. Tony could see it was hard for her too, she had a soft spot for Peter, from the very first time Tony recruited him, when he was still an eighteen year-old kid. “He couldn’t possibly –“

“He was enhanced!” He yelled, annoyed they were all so ready to discard the possibility that the person in the video could be Peter when it very clearly was. “Is! He is enhanced! I was never able to measure just how far his healing factor went, Friday could only estimate with the amount of information we had at the time, but clearly–“

“Tony, listen–“

“No, you listen! You listen to me, okay? That’s my fiance! I’m telling you this, that is the man I love, the man I sworn to protect and then abandoned for six fucking months assuming he was dead, when I didn’t even try to look for him! I just fucking drank my days away when I could be looking for him and now he needs my fucking help! So you can either help me find him, or you can fuck the fuck off, ok?” He was breathless by the time he was done, and they all looked at him like he’d gone insane for good.

“What do you suppose happened?” Steve asked quietly, and Tony frowned. “What do you think could have happened in these past few months that would turn Peter into that?” He pointed at the screen. “If he was alive this whole time, why not look for you?”

“I don’t know, Steve, we’ll have to ask him.” Truth was, Tony was terrified of the answers to those questions. He couldn’t think about it at that moment, he had to find him first. “What happened to Barnes? You of all people –“ He didn’t need to finish the sentence, couldn’t. He sighed and Steve flinched, eyes growing wide as the familiarity of the situation seemed to dawn on him. “Do you think you could’ve mistaken him for someone else? Ever?” Tony’s eyes were burning, but he didn’t shed a tear, he didn’t have time for tears. He needed to find him.

Steve was stunned silent after that, watching Tony with huge, watery eyes.

“Tony, we just don’t want you to get hurt,” Bruce intervened again, approaching him carefully. “We don’t want you to go through the pain of losing him again in case...”

“It’s doesn’t get any worse than this, Bruce,” Tony sighed, because he knew that nothing could hurt more than the thought that he’d failed Peter. That he didn’t try to look for him. That Peter had been held captive by a fucking terrorist organization for six months because he was too drunk to get out of bed and fucking try to look for him. Because he just lost hope and never thought Peter might be out there, waiting for him to come, to save him. “There’s nowhere else to go but up, from where I’m standing.”

Nobody said anything else after that, but later that day he got a message from Steve saying they would find Peter.

***

He was in the hospital for three days after Peter’s death. He was a fifty-year-old man with a shitty heart, after all. He was sedated for most of it, whenever he woke up he was so out of his mind with grief that they put him right back to sleep. When he was finally able to go home, he insisted he was left alone, but to calm Pepper and Rhodey down, he activated Friday’s babysitter protocol. It was Peter’s creation. It would let them know if Tony wasn’t eating well, or if he harmed himself in any way. If he tried to deactivate it, it would notify them immediately.

So he was left alone, at least most of the time. He spent his days in the lab, drinking, working, crying, thinking. The memories came and went unsolicited, specially when Tony was too out of it to control them. Suddenly, he’d be back in the boy’s dorm room in Boston, looking at that ridiculous onesie that he hid in a box of books under his bed, watching him stutter as he tried to explain it was just a cosplay.

“A cosplay of some dude who does stunts on Youtube?” Tony raised a brow, amused, and Peter’s face grew red as he scrunched up his nose and frowned in annoyance.

“He’s not some dude doing stunts, he – he’s helping people!” He argued, taking the “suit” back from Tony’s hands and stuffing it under his tiny bed, before sitting on top of it.

“Sure, if you consider doing back flips for the camera helping people, then Spider-boy is doing great,” Tony shrugged, sticking his hands in his pockets nonchalantly, only to watch him grow even more irritated.

“Man! Spider-man! And I don’t just do back flips, I– He...” He stuttered and Tony took pity on him. His expression softened and he sat next to him on the bed, feeling the tension coming in waves from him as he muttered a quiet “fuck” under his breath.

“Peter, I know. I know. Okay?” He clasped a hand on his shoulder and the young man looked at him with huge, round eyes. Scared. Unsure. “I’ve been watching you for years. Your secret is safe with me. I’m not here to expose you.”

“Then why are you here?” He raised a brow and Tony took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts.

“I kinda picked up a fight with Captain America about signing some papers and then he met this friend who was supposed to be dead, like, eighty years ago, but is somehow alive and possibly a mass murderer? Now I need all the help I can get to fix it.” He winced and watched the boy’s face for his reaction, but he just raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

There was silence for a few seconds as Peter looked around the room, then back at Tony.

“So when do we leave?”

That was the thing about Peter. He trusted Tony blindingly, he never asked too many questions before jumping headfirst into whatever the older man proposed him. No matter how crazy, how inconsequential, how inappropriate. So he wasn’t too surprised when the boy said yes when he asked him out.

They had just arrived at the compound after Strange teleported them back from Titan, they hadn’t even showered yet, they were both covered in bruises and blood, but he looked at Peter and couldn’t help but think he could have lost him. They could have died, and he would have died without knowing the answer to the question that had been sitting at the back of his throat for months by then, which was–

“Yes,” Peter nodded, a faint blush taking over his dirty and bruised cheeks, and Tony blinked a few times.

“Don’t you want to think about that for a minute?” He asked, tilting his head to the side, and Peter frowned.

“Um, no? Why?”

“Because you’re twenty and I’m twenty-seven years your senior, kid.” It was terrifying to say that out loud. Peter was twenty. Tony was forty-seven. Twenty-seven years separated them. Tony was full grown man when Peter was swimming around in his father’s testicles.  

“You just asked me out, you can’t call me kid anymore, I’m sure that’s written in some rulebook somewhere.” Even though he was still blushing, he found it in himself to be sassy and annoying. Tony rolled his eyes playfully.

“Fair enough. So, should I call you later?” He pointed over his shoulder, signaling that he was going to his quarters to shower and rest for a few hours. Peter frowned.

“For what?”

“For your answer? About that date?” Peter just looked at him like he’d asked the most stupid question ever.

“I just said yes.” He said, raising an eyebrow, and Tony sighed.

“I thought we agreed you’d think harder about it.”

“Uh, no, you just chickened out for a second there, but my answer is still yes.” He shrugged with a playful smile on his lips and Tony gawked at him.

“I didn’t chic – ugh, you’re such a brat.”

“I’m sure brat is off-limits, too.” He winked, walking away towards his quarters.

Tony worried about their relationship – as did everyone else, specially their close friends and May. Peter was so young and, to make matters worse, he sort of worked for Tony. Ever since Germany, the older man paid him a hefty salary for being a part of the team – he was always on call, after all, and always trained at the compound whenever he was in New York.

But as it turned out, his worry was unnecessary. Although young, Peter was mature beyond his years and acted more like an adult than Tony did most of the time – they sort of met in the middle. As for the power imbalance, it actually felt like Peter was in control more often than not. It was subtle, though, Tony only noticed because Rhodey pointed it out once.

“That kid’s got you wrapped around his little finger.” He laughed into his beer bottle as he watched Peter walking away. Tony blinked, having a sip of the tea the younger man had just brought him. Peter was dead set on getting him on a healthier diet and tea was somehow involved. The young man insisted it would help with his sleeping schedule, so Tony just agreed, even though he thought most teas tasted like dirty water. “If he says jump, you ask how high.” Tony was going to argue, but then stopped himself. He tried to think of the last time he’d said no to Peter, the last time he’d denied him anything, but not a single memory came to mind. “I’m not judging, it’s a good look on you. Whipped boyfriend.”

Tony noticed, then, that he was. Whipped, that is. Peter was always telling him what to do – gently, of course, and always with his best interests at heart. And he listened, because, as it soon became apparent, Peter was usually right about most things. Tony was more practical, he was in charge in the lab, what with decades of experience over him, as well as in the battlefield, for the same reason. But when it came to their personal lives, Peter called the shots. And it was fine. It was good.  He felt loved and cared for like never before and he loved it. He loved Peter.

But he’d lost him.

And he couldn’t help but feeling guilty. It was his fault, had to be. He was in charge out there. He was supposed to look out for him in the field, he was supposed to keep him safe, bring him home alive and well, but he couldn’t even bring his fucking body back. He had nothing left of him but terrifying memories of cold, dead eyes and bloody lips trying to call out his name.

Days and weeks and months went by, but he barely noticed, barely left the tower anymore. He was vaguely aware of people coming and going – Pepper, to check on him from time to time; Rhodey, trying to get him out of the lab; Steve, with constant reports on what the Avengers were doing, as if he cared; Bruce, with excuses about projects he was working on; and Nat, for unclear reasons. They never asked him to suit up, though, not for anything. Not in a Tom Ford three-piece, not in Mark L. They just let him be. Which was good, it felt good to be forgotten up there in the workshop, which used to be their favorite place in the world.

Over those three years they’d been together, Tony had taken Peter everywhere – and he meant everywhere. A boy who had barely left Queens before he met Tony got to see so may different cities, so many different countries, even if just for one night sometimes, just for dinner, before they had to get back to their hectic lives.

But they always went back to their favorite place, Tony’s workshop, filled with so many memories it sometimes felt like it was haunted by their ghosts. Both of them. Because some part of Tony must have died with him and sometimes, when he got distracted, he saw them. Specially on the floor by the couch, that was too tiny for the two of them and Tony kept saying he was going to buy a bigger one, but for some reason he never did and they always ended up on the fluffy rug on the floor.

“You feel amazing,” Tony whispered as his fingers enveloped Peter’s hips, pulling him down lower, and the younger man moaned quietly and smiled as the words left Tony’s lips. He leaned forwards to kiss him as rocked his hips in a slow, lazy pace. “You are perfect, my love.”

“If you keep feeding my praise kink like that, I’m not gonna last two minutes here.” He laughed quietly against the older man’s lips, who sighed when he felt the boy’s muscles tightening around him.

“I won’t complain too much about it.” He tightened his grip on Peter’s hips when he sat back up and started moving up and down in a way he knew would drive the engineer insane. “You’re gonna kill this old man someday, I swear.”

“I really hope not, I kinda like him a little.”

And their ghosts giggled together and disappeared into thin air, like dust in the wind, and only a half-dead Tony remained with a glass of whiskey in hand, staring at the rug on the floor.

***

Friday was monitoring the press and the internet for any sign of Peter, but there was none to be found. For the first couple of days, Tony was restless, but hopeful. Peter had been missing for six months, there hadn’t been any sign of him for all of that time, so the fact that he appeared out of the blue that day meant that something had changed. He was sure he would show up again at any second.

As days went by, though, his hope started to dwindle. He grew desperate by the hour thinking that he would have to go another six months without seeing Peter, perhaps even longer – perhaps he’d never see him again. Sometimes he wondered if he was wrong, if that wasn’t even Peter in the video, if maybe he was really dead after all, but whenever he watched the video again he was sure of it. It was him.

So he couldn’t help but think that he had to be locked up somewhere. It brought back terrifying memories of those three months he spent in that cave in Afghanistan and how he never really recovered from that – he still had nightmares about it, twelve years later. Peter had been gone for six months, seventeen days, four hours and thirty-three minutes. And counting.

He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, the only thing he could think about was Peter, and the cave, and Barnes’s sessions with BARF, and Hydra’s brainwashing methods. He drove himself mad with all the possibilities of what could have happened to Peter – what might be happening right at that second as he waited for answers.

He’d been awake for almost sixty-two hours straight when it happened.

“I think you should see this, boss.” Friday’s voice interrupted the loud music and Tony frowned as he raised his eyes from his latest project – a new suit for Peter, one so sophisticated and impenetrable, not even vibranium could pierce through it. Friday wasn’t supposed to interrupt him unless the world was ending or she had news about Peter, Tony was very specific about that, so, yeah, he was a little freaked out when he heard her voice.

She showed him footage of Stark Tower’s security cameras, Tony’s heart almost stopped when he saw the boy sneaking in through a window, along with Fish-bowl-guy.

“He’s here.” He whispered to himself, unable to move for a second. His first instinct was to run to him, but he couldn’t be irresponsible, there were lots of people in the building, he couldn’t predict what could happen, so he had to take a few precautions. “Friday, where’s Pepper?”

“Miss Potts is not in the building, she’s caught in traffic a few miles away, boss.” Tony nodded to himself, taking a deep breath, then he started moving.

“Evacuate the building immediately, but don’t cause a panic, I don’t want them to know I know they’re here. Call Pepper, tell her to stay away. Where are they headed?” As he barked out orders, he watched Peter climb into the vents.

“They seem to be heading to the mainframe, boss.”

“Revoke Peter’s access to the systems,” Tony rushed to the elevator, the mainframe was situated right below his penthouse, it took up the whole floor and there was no way in or out other than the elevators and the air vents.

“Done, boss.”

Tony’s heart was beating wildly in his chest, filled with mixed feelings. He was going to see Peter for the first time in six months, after he literally rose from the dead – he’d gone to his funeral, for Christ’s sake – but it wouldn’t be a heartwarming reunion. He knew Peter wasn’t himself. Something had happened to him and he wasn’t okay, he was worried about what might happen, but the anxiety to see him again in person after so long was stronger than anything else.

He activated Mark L and when the door to the elevator opened, the room was quiet. It was huge, the light was low and blueish, there were at list seventeen rows of processors from one end of the room to the other, and Tony knew that at the very back, in a corner, there was a computer. He walked down the aisles quietly until he saw them. Peter had his back to him, but there was no mistaking the line of his shoulders, his neck, the way he stood, his quick fingers flying over the keyboard.

“Peter...” It came out as a sigh, but it was loud enough for both of them to hear and turn to him. For the first time, Fish-bowl-guy had his helmet off and Tony could see his face – the same face that took Peter away from him months earlier. “You!” He stalked towards them, but Peter webbed his feet together. Tony could easily break it, but stopped in his tracks, he didn’t want it to escalate to a fight. “What are you doing, Pete?”

“How dare you talk to him, Stark! After everything you’ve done?” Those eyes were so familiar, but he couldn’t place them. Tony frowned, taking a step closer, breaking the webs around his ankles.  

“What– Pete –”

“You revoked my access?” Peter asked, exasperated and nervous when the computer announced his access was denied. That voice. That sweet, honey-like voice...

“So it is you.” Tony took yet another step closer, reaching out to him, but Peter got into a fighting stance.

“Why did you have to do that?” To Tony’s surprise, his voice trembled, like he was actually hurt by that. His heart broke in a million pieces. “You used to love me, you said–“ He shook his head, taking a deep breath. “You leave me no choice.”

“Peter, please–“ Before he could say anything else, the younger man leaped at him and almost managed to rip the faceplate off his face as he sat on his shoulders and started pulling it, but Tony was able to grab him and throw him away, but not far enough to hurt him. He stumbled a few feet and got right back up. “Pete, what are you doing, just stop!”

“No! You stop, Tony, please! How could you–“ He came at him again, and Tony flew out of the his way, but was caught by his web around his ankle. Peter swung him and threw him to the floor, but Tony quickly got up. “Please, Tony, you –“

“Don’t talk to him, Pete, he’s gonna try to manipulate you! We have to kill him, there’s no other choice!” Fish-bowl-guy was typing furiously at the keyboard, but Friday was keeping Tony updated. He was good, definitely above average, but he probably wouldn’t be able to hack into his systems. “Once we’re done, we can’t let him live, Peter.”

“What the fuck is he talking about! Kid, it’s me, it’s me, what are you doing?” Tony tried to reach Peter again, but he shot webs at him, trying to tie his arms to his torso, which was useless. The engineer knew Peter was going easy on him, he was almost as strong as Mark L and if the suit he was wearing was anything like the one Tony made for him, it had an instant kill mode. Still, he kept trying to bind him, not hurt him.

“I can’t let you release Extremis to the public! Please, I’m begging you, let me help you, we can–“ Fish-bowl-guy grabbed Peter’s arm, pulling him away and shaking him.

“Peter, stop fucking around! He’s dangerous!”

“Don’t fucking touch him!“ Tony had had it with him, he charged his repulsors and was going to aim right at his head, but for a short while, the room went dark, then when the lights came back up, only Peter was there. He had his mask off and, for a moment, Tony was free to breath. For the first time in months, he could fill his lungs up with air because his beautiful face was right there in front of him, within reach. Alive, healthy.

And staring at him with hatred.

“You’re disgusting, Tony. How could you do that to me? You groomed me, you sick fuck, I was just a boy, you molested me!” He started walking towards him and Tony blinked in shock.

“What?”

“You’re a good for nothing piece of shit, you left me for dead months ago, didn’t even come looking for me, I bet you found some younger ass to fuck, didn’t you? You old perv.” Tony took a few steps back, heart beating loudly in his ears. He’d never seen such hate in his eyes in all those years they were together.

“Pete...”

“You came after me because you couldn’t find someone your own age who would put up with your crap, right? The drinking, the nightmares, the fucking panic attacks, I was so fucking done with it! All of it!” He couldn’t believe his ears, Peter – he would never talk to him like that. Right? Or was that how he felt the whole time? “Give me access to EDITH, Tony.” He demanded and Tony frowned. EDITH was an AI that gave its users access to Stark Industries's global satellite network along with an arsenal of missiles and drones. It was only supposed to be used in case of Tony’s death, Peter knew that. “If you want to redeem yourself, you’ll do it, and I might forgive you.”

“Boss, I think you should see something,” Before Tony could answer, Friday activated the suit’s thermal imaging and Tony frowned. Peter was not standing in front of him. In fact, he was nowhere to be found and there was nobody where he stood just seconds ago. First, he panicked, thinking he had disappeared again, but it just took him five seconds to realize what was going on.

“Where is this hologram coming from, Fri?” Friday deactivated the thermal imaging and Tony was shocked by how realistic the Peter staring back at him was. So realistic that only one person in the whole world could have made it: himself.

“There are five drones projecting images in the room, sir.”

“Take them out.”

In seconds, five tiny missiles were launched from his suit and the drones fell to the floor, lifeless, and suddenly the whole room changed. It was still the same setting, but it somehow looked more real then, and of course, Peter had disappeared.

“Tony? Tony, where did you go?! What – what happened?” He heard Peter’s voice on the other end of the room and he rushed to get there.

Peter was curled up in a corner, looking scared and desperate as he looked around him in confusion. The other guy was kneeling next to him, trying to comfort him again.

“Pete, whatever he showed you, whatever you saw, it wasn’t real. He’s using BARF!” He tried to approach the young man, but his eyes were wild as he shook his head. He pushed the other guy away but kept crawling backwards, away from Tony as well.

“Stay away from me, please, don’t come any closer. I-I don’t wanna hurt you, please, Tony, please...” He was still looking around like he didn’t expect to still be there.

“Why do you always have to ruin every-fucking-thing, Stark? Why do you have to stand in the fucking way of every single thing that I do?” Fish-bowl-guy got up and started marching towards him, furious.

“I have no fucking idea who you are, you fucking weirdo.” Tony aimed his repulsors at him and the guy stopped, laughing incredulously.

“You hav – you motherfucker! You think you’re a God, don’t you? Above everything and everyone, literally wrapped in wealth and technology you’re unfit to wield. Like the holographic system I designed. A revolutionary breakthrough with limitless applications, that you turned into a self therapy machine and renamed it BARF! My life’s work, Stark, and you renamed it BARF! I told you it was a mistake, that my technology could change the world and then you fired me. You said I was… unstable. Ring any bells?”

It clicked, then. The crazy, wild eyes, the hand gestures, the insane world domination plans.

“Beck.” No wonder Tony had forgot about him, the guy was brilliant, but completely insane. He helped develop the technology behind BARF, but once he started talking about weaponizing it, Tony decided to let him go. “I didn’t steal it, it belonged to me, it was my idea, I made you head of the project because I thought you could see it through, but your ideas for what it could be used for were clearly unhealthy and a fucking threat to the world. So, yeah, not sorry for firing your ass, I was clearly right. What even is your endgame here, Beck? What do you want?”

“These days, you can be the smartest guy in the room, the most qualified, and no one cares. Unless you’re flying around with a cape or shooting lasers from your hands, no one will even listen. Well, now I’ve got a cape. And lasers. With my technology and with EDITH, I will be the greatest hero on Earth!” He spread his arms and laughed like the madman he was, and Tony frowned.

“Yeah? Where are your lasers now?” The guy looked at him like he had just realized he had nothing. Peter was curled in a corner, too confused to act, his drones lay limp on the floor, and he had no way out of the room. “Better luck next time, asshole.” Tony wanted to kill him, he did, but he controlled himself and just knocked him over the head. He fell heavily to the floor and Tony turned to Peter, who was still looking at him like the whole world had been turned upside down.  “Peter, baby, c’mon, it’s me, it’s Tony,” He tried to approach him, but he shook his head violently.

“S-stand back!” He panted, eyes flicking between Tony and the guy on the floor. “What’s happening, I don’t understand, I don’t… We were… Outside and you…You killed people, how…”

“It’s fine, it’s gonna be fine, I promise, just trust me, I will take care of you, I’ll take care of everything, I –“

“Stay away from me!” Peter got up and run towards the elevator, Tony had no choice other than shoot him with the tranquilizer he used on Bruce when he hulked out at the wrong time. He rushed to catch him before he hit the ground and carefully cradled him in his arms.

Finally, in his arms. Warm and alive, solid and breathing.

“I’m so sorry,  Peter. For everything. I’ll make it up to you.”

***

Tony startled awake when he heard screaming. His heart almost jumped out of his chest and he was on his feet in a matter of seconds the minute he registered it was Peter’s voice. He was distressed, possibly hurt, so he flew to his side, but was quickly pushed away by nurses and doctors that rushed into the room and Tony remembered the last 24 hours, where they were and why.  

“Tony! Tony!” Peter called as he gasped for air, and that was more than enough for the older man to force his away back to him, grabbing his shaking hand.

“I’m here, baby, I’m here, are you okay?” He asked in a rush looking into his wild, scared eyes, and the kid just looked back at him for a few minutes, blinking several times, before he nodded slowly.

“Are you – are you real?” He rubbed his forehead, panting, and Dr. Cho approached him to run a few tests. Peter had been out for a whole day after the Hulk-sized dose of tranquilizer Tony shot him with, even with his fast metabolism.

“I am. Do you feel that?” He brushed his thumbs across his cheeks and Peter closed his eyes, sighing and nodding slowly. Tony took his hands and pressed them to his own face, down his scratchy cheeks that hadn’t seen a razor in weeks, and Peter smiled. “It’s me, I’m here now, it’s over.” Tony explained to him as doctor Cho checked his blood pressure and his pulse, asked him a few questions, then once she was satisfied, she nodded.

“You’re okay, Peter. You just need a lot of rest, ok? Most of your wounds from the fight have already healed, but I’m going to keep you here overnight just to be sure, then you can go right home, ok?” He nodded and she smiled. “Welcome back.”

She left the room and silence took over for a second, but they still looked at each other, as if afraid that if the looked away the other would disappear. Nat had interrogated Beck and figured out his plan. The terrorist attack was an ambush, it was his goal to kidnap Peter all along, he knew he was the only person, besides Tony, who had access to EDITH.

He made them see Peter’s death as he kidnapped him with an illusion of Tony. He was holding Peter in a warehouse in Queens and the sad thing was, he didn’t even need anything to contain him. He kept him there with illusions. Peter thought he was at Stark Tower the whole tome, living with Tony as if nothing had changed.

Well, with a few changes. Beck’s Tony was slowly going mad, called himself Superior Iron man and planned to take over humanity by spreading a virus called Extremis 3.0. When Peter refused to help him, he was turned into a hostage. Peter was “Tony’s hostage” for months before Beck “rescued him” – by keeping him in the same warehouse, with different illusions. He managed to make him believe the Avengers were in on Tony’s plan and they had to stop them. The bank robbery was necessary to weaponize the few drones he was able to build after he left Stark Industries.

“How… How are you feeling, Pete?” He braced himself for the answer, because he knew it would be nothing short of horrible and he knew that whatever happened to him was his fault. The younger man bit his lower lip, frowned, and shook his head slightly.

“Confused. Scared.” He confessed, tearing up, but he kept holding Tony’s hand tightly. “Not sure if any of this is even real. If you are real.”

Tony could see that he meant it when he looked into his eyes. He was terrified. The older man took a deep breath and sat beside him on the bed.

“Do you remember our trip to Brazil?” He placed Peter’s hand on his own face again, kissing its palm. Peter nodded with a small smile. “Remember our last night there, on the hotel suite’s balcony? We had been together for, what, two, three months at the time? Remember what I said to you?” A tear ran down his cheek when he whispered yes. “I’m gonna marry you someday, kid.” Tony whispered back, joining their foreheads.

“And I said you couldn’t call me kid when you were making marriage plans.” Peter laughed wetly between tears, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on Tony’s lips, sighing in relief. “I should have known that could have never been you…” Peter’s hand slid from Tony’s cheek, to his shoulder, down his arm, until it reached the little cuts on his hands, the rough pads of his fingers. Peter took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “How long?”

Peter didn’t have to ask the whole question, Tony heard it, and he squeezed his hand.

“Six months.” He winced when Peter’s eyes grew large as saucers.

“Fuck... Fuck! Tony – I feel so stupid… I should have known, I should have fucking –“

“Hey, hey, don’t, don’t you dare blame yourself, you hear me? He fooled us all, Pete. The reason why I didn’t come looking for you before was because... For six months, I thought you dead.” He cradled his face in his hands and Peter gasped.

“Oh, God, Tony.”

“I saw you die, Pete,” He whispered, lowering his head so Peter didn’t have to see his tears. “I saw you die before my eyes. And I – I believed it, too. I never went after you, kid. I’m so sorry, I could have saved you, but I–“ before he could finish, he felt the boy’s fingers under his chin, lifting his head, and he was met with an equally wet face staring back at him.

“I’m here, now. And so are you. We’ll get through this together, okay?”

“Pete...”

There were no more comforting words to say other than his name. The name he hadn’t dared to say for so many months. He knew they had a long way to go, he could predict the sleepless nights, the nightmares, the anxiety attacks, the absolute terror of thinking of ever losing him again. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but they were going to do it together, they would heal together and relearn how to recognize each other blindly once again. One step at a time.  

#starker #canon-compliant #sorta #cssprompts

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Sign of the Beast Part 3

Series Masterlist

CROSSOVER - MARVEL X SUPERNATURAL

Summary- You wanted it to stop, you thought it was just a bad dream your brain created to mess with you. But how wrong you were, with this disease in you, can you get this beast out of you or let this darkness take over.

Pairing- Steve x Reader, Sam and Dean x Sister!Reader, Avengers x Winchester!Reader, Lucifer x Reader (Forced)

Chapter Warnings: Blood, violence, angst, hallucinations, attempted suicide (TW)

A/N: There is somethings that are triggering and you can skip if you are uncomfortable it will be label

Previously

“I’m sure you know me quite well let me give you a hint Sammy was a great vessel.” he hummed standing up and began pacing the room, your heart stopped when you realized who was in front of you.

“Lucifer..” you whispered.

He clapped his hands together “Bingo oh Y/n we are going to have so much fun.” he smirks making you shrink in on yourself. You had the Devil with you. You were as good as dead.

Steve had to turn around when the window turned back to a one-way he had to focus on his breathing as he heard your cries and bangs on the glass. A single tear went down his face and a hand on his shoulder caused him to tense.

“I know you don’t like this Steve neither do I but It’s what needs to be done to protect Y/n,” Dean said trying to comfort him as he seems to be making it worse. The cries stop causing Steve to turn and see her sitting on the ground and it seemed like she was talking to someone.

“What is happening?” Steve asked as Tony switched the audio on to hear what was happening.

“Stop it,” You whimpered, and a few seconds after you talked again, “Lucifer..” You whispered. Both your brothers and Cas froze hearing the devil’s name

“Can she see him?” Tony asked typing stuff down of everything that was happening.

“He has part of her soul; he is able to see and communicate with her anywhere and anytime,” Castiel explained watching you focus on empty space and then you keep talking.

“The only thing we can do now is wait until she goes all She-Devil or until we find some sort of cure, so Bruce and I will be done in the lab trying to find anything about this Angel boy could be a huge help” Tony pointed at Castiel who nodded. 

“Tony, are you sure we can just leave her there without anyone watching?” Steve asked looking over to you and see you laying on the bed your back to the glass. He had no idea what was going through your head and just wanted to open the door and pull you into your arms.

“Friday is hooked up and is constantly monitoring her vitals and will alert me if anything happens.” Tony console your lover and then Tony turned over to look at your brothers “All we can do is wait and I’m sure you would want to be close so Steve you wanna set up a room for them.” Steve nodded and then Tony walked out and Cas followed him.

“I know Y/n was really excited for us to meet but then all this happened,” Dean said and Sam nodded.

Steve smiles “Yeah she would constantly talk about you guys and all the stuff that happened when you guys were younger.” Both your brother smiled and glanced over to you through the glass.

“Y/n is a Winchester she’s a fighter. The best thing we can do is look for anything about this sign.” Sam reassured both his brother and Steve. Dean nodded and with one last glance they all gave you one last look before leaving the cellar leaving alone with the devil.

It had been a few days since you had been in the cell all you had were the daily food brought in and your thoughts but even then you weren’t alone. Lucifer had been a constant, pacing around the room and was now leaning against a wall, and bouncing a ball the repeating ping was slowly taking over the only sound in your head.

“Please stop it.” You sigh sitting up from your bed and looking over to the Devil as he caught the ball and smirked in your direction

“I wouldn’t be so bored if we weren’t in here.” He threw the ball again and you grabbed it before it could hit the wall again.

“And whose fault is it exactly?” You grunted throwing the ball back to him and it vanished before it hit his chest. Lucifer stood up and stretched his bones cracking and popping back into place.

“Yours. You’re the one that said yes,” he taunted you looked down at your shoes and shook your head, “No you tricked me.”

“You saw how they look at you, you tried to kill their little captain, look where you are,” He waved his arms around the room making you wrap your arms around yourself trying to make yourself smaller, “They fear you. And they should you can kill them in one snap of your finger. They see you as what you are.” his hand grabbed your shoulder behind you making you jump “You are nothing but a cold-blooded killer, a monster.” he pushed you and you stumbled into the middle of the room.

“Stop it.” You yelled and around you, the avengers appear in front of you as well as your brothers.

“Killer, Murder, Disgrace!” They yell pushing you into one another until you fall to the ground.

“I said STOP!” You threw your hands out and all the visions flew back and faded to shadow.

“There it is! That fire that power, you wanna stop you know what do.” He smirked seating himself on the bed as you felt this red hot fire flood through your veins. You look back up at the mirror and stare back at Lucifer in the reflection. Those red eyes glowing the reflection changes and you are staring back at yourself red only red

“Do It.” He whispers next to your ear, you twitch your head, and the cameras and lights spark before the entire tower shakes and the tower goes dark alarms blaring red emergency lights flash. Red it was filled in red.

“More..” he smirked. You raise your hand and throw your hand into the mirror and it cracks as it begins to splinter from your first punch the tower shakes again. You throw your fist again and the one-way window shatters glass shards falling into both room as the alarms blare through the tower and every once in awhile a tremor would go through the tower.

“You know what to do give them a warning.” He grins 

TRIGGER WARNING START

You kneel down and grab a sharp shard gripping it in your hand not feeling it pierce your hand blood pouring from your hand. Rising up you make your way to the opposite wall from the window and bring the glass down to your wrist and turn back and stare back at the devil, both your eyes glow red and he grins sadistically.

“Go on.” He said leaning the glass to your wrist and a flash of pain go through you but you don’t react pressing hard as blood streams from your wrist. Making an identical slash on your other wrist letting the bloody glass fall from your hand and begin to write. The devil stepping back and watch everything with a grin on his face.

TRIGGER WARNING END

Most of the avengers and your brothers sat in the common room it had been fixed after everything happens, no one had really moved surrounded by books and computers opened trying to find anything to help you. Steve had bags under his eyes sleep had never reached him he was constantly up not being able to sleep when you were locked up.

“Anyone got anything.” Natasha asks only getting grunts and sighs there was any lore or information of the Sign of Beast on how to is got there and how to get it off.

“We’ve looked almost all the books and articles on the internet and in the bunker, the only people who know about this is Lucifer and God. With God m.i.a. and Lucifer not going to say anything we have nothing.” Dean sighed placing his book down rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“We need sleep and food and we and we can look at this again with fresh eyes.” Sam suggested the other avengers nodded and began to stand up when Bruce, Tony, and Castiel walked in all three looking just as tired as they were

“Anything?” Dean asked only to get frowns Tony runs his hands down his face yawning

“We have looked through every historical text and angel boy went up to heaven and asked around and found nothing, so we are back at square one.” he sighed walking over to the bar and making himself a drink. Steve clenched his jaw and closed his eyes and try to keep his cool.

“Same here, there is nothing on this sign.” Bucky said as Natasha tried to comfort his best friend who still hasn’t move on the couch.

Friday voices cut through the silence making everyone straighten up “Sir I’m sorry to interrupt but there se-” her voice cuts off as the tower shakes making everyone grab onto something.

“What the hell!” Dean yells

“Friday! What’s going on.” Tony yelled trying to contact his AI

“I-I’..ry..-ere..is powegri- destro-” The AI tries to speak but static fills the speakers making everyone freeze another shake goes through the building and all the lights explode causing sparks to rain down onto them the emergency lights turned on flashing red.

”Y/n..” Dean whispers making Steve stand up

“Clint, Natasha get everyone out from the upper levels. Wanda, Sam, and Thor create a perimeter around the tower and make sure everyone around the tower gets as far away from it. If this goes down we don’t want any injuries,” Steve goes into Captain mode immediately creating a plan, “Winchesters you, Tony, and I are going to Y/n. Everyone else get as many people out as you can of the tower.” Everyone nods rushing off to their assignments and Steve your brothers and Tony rush down the stairs to get the cells. “Please me ok Y/n.” Steve mumbled to himself by the time they made it stopping once or twice to help get people out of the building as the tower shook

“Tony where are these tremors coming from.” Sam yelled as the tower shook again. Tony tapped on the glasses scanning through the Tony and he stiffens. 

“It’s from the cellar.” He watched as your brothers and Steve froze as well. You were doing this “I guess the She-Devil is out.” Tony said as part of his suit attached to him. They passed by the weapons room and Steve grabbed his Shield and tossed both Sam and Dean each a gun as they made their way closer to the cellar. The door was locked and with no power, Tony shot down the door causing it to blast off the wall and they rushed in ready for a fight.

“What the hell.” Tony gasped when he saw the broken glass the computers destroyed sparks flying off.

“Y/n?” Steve called out as the emergency lights flashed every so often

“Oh my god.” Dean choked out looking into your cell. When the lights flashed again the red lights you turned around and stared back at them covered in blood a smirk on your face, your eyes glowing red like before.

“Y/n..” Steve croaked out tears filling his eyes you turned your focus onto him a smile growing on your face, and then the red disappeared from your eyes and you looked disoriented and you felt pain in your wrist and saw blood, looking back up at Steve you saw he had fear in his eyes.

“Steve…” You mumbled and a wave of dizziness went through you and you felt your body go cold as you heard your name being called out as you fell darkness taking over.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve x you #x winchester!reader #steve x winchester!reader #steve rogers x winchester!reader #dean winchester #dean x sister!reader #Sam Winchester #sam x sister!reader #lucifer #lucifer x y/n #lucifer x reader #avengers x reader #angst #triggering content #SPN #spn x reader #marvel x supernatural #marvel x spn #sign of the beast

[maggyoutthere]

I can't believe I actually fINISHED THIS HOLY SHIT-

The chapters are more than 4000 words long combined. I literally never wrote something this big damn. As much as this is supposed to be satire of bad creepypastas, this little shit found its way into my heart. I'll treasure it as probably the best thing I've written, like, ever XD

‼Tws for blood and body horror

First part here

Second part here

Sonic: Battle of Metal and Blood (Part 3 - Finale)

Synopsis: Local teen faces off against whatever is haunting this game and dies(?)

The game took a while to load again.

I was already making backup plans in my head in the case this didn't work. I could always ask people online if anyone had ever known about this game, even get my brother to help me record some clips of it to post on forums and sites. If that didn't work, maybe try and dump the file on my PC? That could be dangerous; if it was making the console crash and restart, I didn't want to know what it could do to my computer.

I was thrown in the same level. Well that was weird. It was the exact same jungle, or at least it looked like it at first. I could tell it was now supposed to be night time since everything had almost a dark blue filter over it, even Tails, who I was playing as this time. The night filter made the level a bit harder since I couldn't see some things properly, but it was still playable. It looked just like any Sonic game from that time, but I knew something was definitely up with it. I just flew over some badniks and made my way across the level (I missed smashing stuff with Amy's hammer so I just tried to escape that level as quickly as possible)

I entered the same clearing, fearing what would happen to Tails this time. Guy was 8, and I doubted SEGA would let their employees just kill off a kid on screen; but again, as far as I knew this game wasn't even supposed to be here. It could've been some unhappy worker or employee gone rogue making a statement. It wasn't helping to be honest. As I followed the exact same route as Amy, I found Metal Sonic again, still stepping on... something. It was too dark to see what it was. It just made squishy and disgusting noises as he pressed his foot on top of it. For an old game, the audio design was pretty unsettling and well done.

I didn't want to get closer to the guy, so I tried flying over him and getting to a checkpoint or something, anything besides confronting that thing. As soon as I made Tails take off from the ground, Metal came flying at him. I almost shrieked as I tried getting the little guy away from that thing, immediately making him land and sprint out of there as fast as possible. In all that panic, I didn't even notice when he tripped over whatever Metal was stepping on and fell on his face. No matter how many buttons I pressed or how hard I pressed them, Tails wouldn't get up. Metal catched up with him and the screen went black as soon as the two collided.

Those same red eyes were back on screen, staring straight back at me. I was with my face glued to the television from all the anxiety that little chase scene gave me, so I jumped back when the thing looked back at me. It felt like it was looking directly at me.

"I want ears like yours"

There it was again

"I want arms like yours"

"I want a mind to think and a heart to feel like yours"

I wanted to punch the screen; I had no idea what was going on. This was starting to get unsettling. Then, I was back in the main menu, the game's menu. It didn't crash this time, at least that. Tails was gone, like Amy. Now, Sonic was there, facing his metal faker. The two looked like they were about to punch each other in an epic pose. Visually it looked great, but then it hit me. "Battle of Metal and Blood"; did it mean faker versus organic? So the two were going to fight again? Maybe we could still get a happy ending of some sorts.

I didn't even flinch. I pressed continue.

The jungle was gone. I was in some facility  now, playing as the blue hedgehog himself this time. The level layout was much different this time; there were more loops, enemies, spikes and so on. Maybe it was only because I was playing as Sonic this time, so I could just speed my way through the level without having to worry about smashing enemies or flying away from them. I got through the level and ended up reaching an empty room; Metal Sonic was there.

I had never been much of a player myself; I'd rather stand by the sidelines and watch as more experienced people got through all the hard levels. Sure I played a lot when I was a kid but I hadn't carried that with me to adolescence. Now I had to do it myself. Hours of playing Sonic CD as a 12 year old, don't fail me now.

The boss fight music kicked in and a large door slammed shut, covering the way out. It was actually kinda hard landing a hit on the guy; I was supposed to dodge his attacks until he got tired and stopped, then parry on certain parts of the walls and spin dash at Metal Sonic as many times as I could while he was down. The thing was: I was awful at parrying. I sucked at anything that involved aiming, but I was somehow able to pull it off well enough to send the guy to his knees after around 20 minutes of dodging and parrying things.

When I hit him for the last time, it looked like I'd split his face in half or something. There were some pieces of Metal Sonic's shiny blue cover scattered around the arena. He just stood still for a while covering his face. Did I do it? Was he deactivating or something? My fingers were getting sore from holding the control and mashing buttons so hard. He wouldn't move on his own, so I just made Sonic approach him to maybe give the final blown.

As I got closer to him, Metal immediately lashed at Sonic again, trying to hold him down. You could see his face a bit better and… it was kinda red. What was that? Was he changing to another phase or something? The screen went black again.

Staring back at me were no longer those two red beacons; there was only one this time, as Metal Sonic did have half of his face completely torn apart. The uncovered half of his face was a bloodied, pulsating mess of flesh and wires. Coils, staples and stitches kept the mass of muscle and whatever else he had inside of him crudely stuck together. Two different colored eyes were shoved in one eye socket as the whole thing now oozed with blood and oil.

"I need quills like yours"

"I need a body like yours"

Was that… what Amy and Tails…

"I need an organic body like yours

to become the Real Sonic"

What… the fuck… I was too shocked to even move as it cut back to the game. Metal Sonic had successfully tackled Sonic to the ground and had started clawing at his face as if trying to rip it out of his "loathsome copy". As I saw a pool of blood appearing under them, I told myself that was enough and got up to pull the cartridge right out of the console. This was just sickening. As I got closer to the console to pull the memory card out, I realised something that made me start worrying about this in a different way. As I got a good look at my Playstation 2, I realized it wasn't plugged in. It wasn't receiving any power at all. It was only connected to the TV.

How had it been working then?...

I slowly backed away from the console, and when I looked back at the screen, that darned thing was looking back at me. It was looking at me as I was trying to stop it, peeking at the side of the screen as I went to turn off my Playstation. That thing knew I was there. No no no, this couldn't be happening. I started shaking as I realized there was something looking back at me though the screen. Its red eyes pierced into my soul, and I didn't know how to stop it.

"I WANT A SOUL… LIKE YOURS"

I shrieked as I finally pulled the cartridge out of the console, throwing it against the wall to my side in pure fear. The screen immediately went to static and the Playstation opened by itself, the Sonic Gems Collection DVD taunting me. That was NOT just a game. Whatever it was, whoever it was, I was terrified to even pick up the memory card. I put the DVD back in its box and turned off the console. I tried taking deep breaths and getting some sleep; it was late, I'd drank a lot of coffee. Maybe all the coffee I was having had created this fever dream. I begged for that to be the situation. Still, I got no sleep that night. My eyes were focused on the TV right in front of my bed, its bright red ON/OFF button giving me panic attacks each time I thought I saw it moving. If I didn't know better, I'd have believed the thing had been watching me all night.

Would it come for me next?

I ended up passing out around 5AM; I was constantly checking my phone to see the time and messaging my friends. I tried explaining the situation to them but they thought I was either messing with them or that I had somehow dreamed the whole situation. I was dead-sure I hadn’t though. I woke up around 2PM and, according to my brother, I looked like shit. Not even he would believe me when I told him what had happened last night; I couldn’t have dreamed the whole thing up even if I wanted to. There had to be something to prove it was all real… the memory card. If I played the game in front of him, he’d have to believe me. After getting breakfast, I pulled my bro back to my room to show him the game. I hesitantly went to pick up the memory card I had thrown against the wall yesterday, but it was no longer there.

“What are you looking for?”

“The memory card; it was right here! Help me look for it!”

“You mean this one?” he pointed at the Playstation.

The fucking cartridge had plugged itself back on the console. What was that thing, and how was it doing that?! The TV screen lit up with static as me and my bro jumped back; we looked at each other in panic and confusion as no one had even touched the TV. We could feel the electricity flowing through the air, giving us chills and making our hair stand up. My brother grabbed my hand as we saw the darned thing appear in front of the static, its shiny metallic cover still split in half. I froze in fear with my little brother to protect right there; I should’ve done more, I should’ve gotten rid of that cursed thing as soon as I unplugged it from the console last night. That thing placed its hands against his side of the screen, its fingers twitching as the blood made the metal hinges rust and creak. The edges of the screen leaked with blood as if he was trying to break this barrier that separated him from us. It looked at us the same way it looked at me; ready to take what he believed was his.

“I… WANT… SOULS LIKE YOURS… AND I WILL HAVE THEM…"

#sth #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #creepypasta #creepy story #short story #sonic gems collection #sonic: battle of metal and blood #battle of metal and blood #metal sonic #tw blood #tw body horror #yeee and it's done :D #I'll probably draw the mf sometime #i do love myself some scary stuff~ #plz don't forget this is supposed to be a generic creepypasta XD #if you fall for it that's on you

[toothlessturtle21]

Nary A Nightmare

Sup, it’s me again, back with another one shot upload. Could be glacier, but was written as a healthy bromance. TW: mentions of guns, temporary disability, temporary sensory deprivation ---

A bullet between the eyes leaves Zane down and out during a fight, leading to some intimate moments between himself and the Earth Ninja as Jay toils away in his wires.

Zane didn't hate many things, or even many people. He considered himself a rational person, who knew that there was a bright side to pretty much everything.

But lying on Jay's workbench with no sight or hearing? That he hated.

He had gotten shot in the head by a lucky burglar who just happened to hit the one member of the team that wouldn't die from a bullet between the eyes. However, just because he was a robot didn't mean he wouldn't be affected. So after being held up on shaky legs and carried home by someone (he was too out of it to say for sure), he was placed on the familiar cold metal of the table in Jay's room dedicated to his inventing. Someone was holding his left hand, his right neatly folded on his stomach. Jay's careful fingers were poking around the wound, sharp stings registering as Zane tried to keep his expression neutral to avoid any hesitance.

Truth be told, although so much pain was ricocheting around his body he felt like he could throw up, he was thankful that it was him going through this as opposed to one of the others being shot dead. The thought of any one of his teammates disappearing so quickly from his life made him sicker than his injury, so he grit his teeth as a new wave of hurt hit him square between the eyes, and the fingers wrapped around his own tightened in response to his twitch.

He assumed the one holding his hand was Cole, because the fingers felt big and calloused from years of mountain climbing and training. The Earth Ninja had always hated to see his teammates in pain, anyway. The hand seemed to flex at the same time Zane felt any pain, as if the person it belonged to was flinching in his place. After a bit, Jay's hands left his head, and he felt his hand being moved off his stomach to his side, and his shirt being slid up to his collarbone. He shivered at the cool air settling over his skin, and Jay opened the torso panel with practiced ease, Zane desperately wanting to ask Jay what was going on for himself.

Zane must've looked in pain, because a hand equal in size to the one holding his own reached up to rest on his cheek, warm and a little rough. The android tilted his head to lean into the touch, mostly to reassure its owner that the gesture was understood. Truth be told, it was nice to have a distraction from the piercing pain in the center of his skull. It was truly bizarre to have two completely opposite sensations occurring at once: the warm fingers cupping his face, and the cold air and quick hands working to map out his chest. Zane wasn't sure how much more of the prodding he could take, and he couldn't help but curl in on himself, Jay forcibly holding his waist down to keep him from jostling any work done.

The hand on his face lifted for a moment, probably out of confusion, as Jay was never shy in vocalizing his frustrations. The Ice Ninja squeezed the hand interlocked with his own, and his face was once again graced by the fingers, and this time a thumb stroked across his cheekbone in an attempt to calm the android down. As Zane was forced to lay there with two pairs of hands on him, he felt like crying, turning his face into the palm on his cheek to hide his trembling expression, and the hand gently massaged the skin it could reach in pity. He wondered what was taking Jay so long to get to the point of the opening of his panel.

His question was answered when one finger circled the power-off switch in the bottom corner, asking silent permission, a signal long since established between the two. Zane grimaced, but nodded as best he could without jostling his injuries too much, and his mind clicked off as the switch was flipped.

He woke up resting on somebody, although he wasn't quite sure who. It took him a moment to realize it, but the sounds of a show playing in the background caught his attention, making him shift hazily, still not running at maximum capacity. The person he was resting on started a little, making a soft noise of surprise. Zane's head was resting on their chest, so he could feel the rumble of their voice as they spoke.

"Can you hear me?"

Ah, it was Cole. But that didn't tell him how he got here in the first place.

"Yes, I can," Zane replied, blinking rapidly. "But I cannot see you."

"Yeah," Cole sighed through gritted teeth, patting Zane on the back twice. "Jay got your audio working again, but he said something was fried in your vision, so he's getting those parts in a few days. You're good other than that, though."

The android deflated once more, and then remembered where he was.

"If you don't mind me asking, why am I reclined on your chest?"

"You looked like you were having a nightmare of some kind when Jay let you come out of sleep mode. You kept twitching a little and making noises. So we just had you lay down on me while you woke up naturally. It worked, so there's something. The others are going grocery shopping, since you can't really cook right now."

Now that Zane thought about it, he did remember what he saw as he began to wake up. He couldn't see anything, and he was forced to listen as his friends cried for help around him, but he was immobile. He shuddered at the memory, but Cole didn't comment. Neither ninja moved, unsure if they were supposed to stay cuddled on the couch or if it was breaking some sort of unspoken bro-code.

"What do I look like now?"

"Huh?"

"Are my eyes themselves damaged, or is it just the circuitry?"

"Oh, uh..."

Zane felt a gentle hand on his forehead, tilting his head back for a better look.

"I mean, maybe they're a bit duller, but that's probably because they're not focusing on me."

"Interesting," Zane nodded, even though his tone implied it was anything but. His system refused to speed up, keeping his processors running at a less than optimal rate, and Zane slumped back into Cole. "Were you the one with Jay earlier?"

"Y- yeah," Cole sounded bashful, and Zane waited quietly for him to continue. "Look, dude, I know you were under a lot of stress and your head probably hurt like a bitch, but hopefully you didn't mind that I was keeping you company. I couldn't exactly ask, y'know?"

"No, I appreciated it," Zane spoke truthfully, and he got the feeling that Cole was dying to ask what he had dreamt about, and what it was like being stuck with no senses other than touch. "It was rather frightening, being alone in my own head."

That caught Cole's attention. Zane was shifted up so both ninja were sitting against the arm of the couch, the android still between Cole's legs.

"What was it like?" Cole asked quietly, his voice much closer to Zane's ear in this new position. "That is, if you don't mind-"

"No, no, I understand. I will indulge your curiosity to the best of my abilities."

Cole stayed quiet while Zane collected his thoughts, hands slightly shaky from the memories.

"A lot of it was pain and worry. Keep in mind that anything I tell you will be clouded by my sensors being overloaded from data. I will admit that I was scared, knowing that what was a moderate fix for me would have been deadly to any of you. Since Jay powered me off when I was still feeling those fears, I experienced distorted "what if" realities while in standby."

"Aw, jeez, Zane-"

"These were only amplified by my partial sensory deprivation, as it were. It was difficult for me to feel grounded in my surroundings aside from the pain, which is why I am especially grateful for your assistance there," Zane gave a small smile, and Cole hummed pleasantly in response.

"I just couldn't stand seeing you in so much pain, it was really unsettling seeing you so... vulnerable. Plus, there was a minute or so after you were shot that we thought we'd lost you," Cole interrupted himself to clear his throat, glad Zane couldn't see the mist gathering in his eyes. "Just please try not to die, okay?"

"Not planning on it," Zane promised, and shifted a little on Cole's chest. "To be fully honest, my systems are not fully up to speed, and I should probably resume a resting state. Since you seem to observe that physical contact lessens any abnormalities in my sleep cycle, would you do me the favor of keeping my company?"

"Is that just a fancy way of asking me to hold you while you sleep?"

"Perhaps," Zane mused, practically hearing the smirk in Cole's voice. "Now if you don't mind, I will be entering standby shortly."

Cole laughed for a second, shuffling them down a little so Zane was more reclined. He wrapped an arm around Zane's back, exhaling deeply as he decided to nap alongside his icy friend.

"G'night, Zane," The Earth Ninja mumbled absentmindedly, and the android nodded minutely into his chest.

"It is the late afternoon, but goodnight, Cole."

The others returned later to find the two snuggled on the couch, none of the crew having the heart to wake either of them up, so they slept peacefully through the evening with nary a nightmare between them.

#ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #zangst #fanfiction #AO3 fanfic #ninjago fanfiction #ao3 #toothlessturtle21 writes #temporary blindness #nightmare #bromance

[agitatxr]

home movies

@hraunwyf u dared me

TW: abuse, rape, etc. i dialed back the details more than my original draft of this a long time ago but read at your own discretion.

synop: lester is dead, norman is elated, and loki’s the last to find out.

She’s not expecting him and it immediately puts her on edge. He’s whistling as he walks into the room and Loki tries her best to keep her stomach from dropping at the sound. She puts on her best smile, stretching a leg out on the sofa and cupping her glass of wine between two fingers as if she hasn’t a care in the world. 

Of course, it’s the farthest thing from the truth. 

Lester jumped ship. She’d known it was coming, but part of her...well, a lot of her had hoped the two of them would have found a way to do it together. It wasn’t to be, and he couldn’t take it any more and she couldn’t bring herself to force him to stay trapped along with her. No matter how much his presence inside this gilded tower brought her comfort, got her through those nights with the Goblin. It didn’t even matter if he was near, just knowing he was in the building was enough. 

“You’ll figure it out,” he’d said, bag slung over his shoulder as he pulled his ball cap down low. “So will I. I’ll be back, and we’ll get set up somewhere. I ain’t sayin’ it’s gonna be nice,  but it sure as shit won’t be here.”

It’s been a month since then, and she’s not heard anything from him. It’s almost like he dropped off the face of the earth entirely, and she has to force herself at times from thinking about the things that could have gone wrong, lest it consume her entirely. 

“I have a special surprise for you,” Norman says, pausing to pour himself a scotch before pulling a disc out of his suit pocket. “I know you haven’t seen the news lately since, well, I haven’t let you, but I thought it time you, ah...got brought up to speed.” 

Loki’s blood runs cold. She knows, somehow, this will not be good. 

Norman takes his suit jacket off, tossing it over the back of the chair and undoing his tie with one hand, using the other to take a large swallow of his drink. It feels entirely smooth going down, but perhaps that’s just because of his own good mood. He inserts the disc into the player, turning the TV on and then sitting at the end of the bed. He motions for Loki to join him, a simple point-and-snap with his fingers, as if he were giving a command to a dog. 

She downs the last of her wine, wishing she had time for more, the nagging feeling in her gut telling her she’s going to need it as she rises from the sofa. She bides a few seconds by pretending to smooth wrinkles out of her dress and goes to sit beside Norman on the bed. He catches her with one arm, forcing her into his lap. He drains the rest of his drink, stretching around her to toss the glass back onto the bar top before hitting play on the remote. 

A reporter appears on the screen, in the upper right hand corner a blurry picture of a black-suited Daredevil. 

“In an unexpected and quite frankly, unprecedented event just hours ago, it appears that the long feud between the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and his arch enemy, the mercenary known only as Bullseye, has finally reached it’s end.” 

Loki’s heart skips a beat, and Norman can feel it. He has one arm locked around her, his hand settled between her breasts, holding her in place and the other tracing circles on her thigh, toying at the hem of her dress. He hits pause on the remote. 

“Told you he was coming back, didn’t he?” he breathes into her ear, the mockery in his voice vile and dripping from each word. “And you believed him.” 

He hits play, and the reporter comes back to life as he slips his hand between her legs.

“We warn you, the following footage is largely unedited, and may be disturbing to some viewers.” 

The video, unedited aside from being partially stitched together from different cameras, shows the tail end of a fight between Lester and Daredevil. He’s back in his old costume, and for a brief moment Loki’s heart swells to be able to see him as she should be. 

The feeling doesn’t last long. 

Loki isn’t sure what the sound that comes out of her mouth is, partly because it’s drowned out by Norman’s raucous laughter. The fight, and video ends with Daredevil impaling Lester in the chest on his own weapons. The only saving grace is the lack of audio, she can’t hear the air escape his lungs, she can’t hear the sound of the blades piercing through his heart and lungs. 

Yet still, she sees. 

She sees the blood pour from his mouth, drip down onto the glass roof the pair are perched on. She sees somehow, perhaps because she knows his eyes better than anyone else, the life leave them behind. 

She tries to turn away but Norman grabs her cheeks in a vice, turning her head back to the TV as he replays the video again. 

“And you believed him,” he hisses. She’s unable to stop the tears from streaking down her face. His grip gets tighter when he feels the wetness on his fingers and he tucks his arm under her legs, awkwardly throwing her farther up the bed. 

“I knew the two of you would get what you deserved,” he says, kicking his shoes off. The video of Lester dying continues to play on a loop unassisted behind him. “I knew I just had to wait long enough.”

Any time she tries to look away, he makes sure she’s facing forward. Even when he pins her face to the mattress, he makes sure she’s forced to look into the television screen. The tears don’t last long, quickly being replaced by a void-like emptiness. It’s what always happens when he does this, at least almost. She’s disappeared inside herself before, when he’s disappeared inside her, but this is different. 

She’s never had to block out Norman’s physical assaults while watching her real lover die in all the glory that is 4k TV before. It’s never lasted this long before. He keeps it playing, over and over and over while he pounds into her over and over and over. 

He leaves bruises and scratches and welts behind and by the time the sun is coming up and he’s finally putting his pants back on, Loki is on her back, head facing the TV, dress ripped and tattered into pieces, the frozen image of Lester’s impalement beginning to reflect the glare of the sun coming into the window. 

There’s bodily fluids caked between her legs, and semen dried and sticky in her hair, and two dark vacant circles where her eyes used to be. 

“I’ll assume we have a new understanding,” Norman says, adjusting his tie in the mirror. “Which speaking of, the Avengers, or what’s left of them now, are expected at a benefit tonight. You will be there. I suggest the red dress I like.” 

The door clicks shut behind him, and Loki doesn’t move. 

She doesn’t know if she’ll ever move again. 

One cannot just get up and walk around when their heart has been ripped out of their chest, after all. 

#*au: death and rebirth #*drabble #*norman npc tag #rape tw #abuse tw #torture tw

[butterflyinthewell]

“Stigma” #AutisticsSpeakingDay2017

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* * * TW: Religious imagery, violence, torture, blood, restraints; mention of ABA, electroshock, bleach enemas and other abuse (via thumbnail image). All clips of me stimming and having meltdowns were recorded and uploaded by me. * * *

My Catholicism is totally hanging out in this video and I’m not sorry. This is how I see it through my faith.

My speech is clear because I wrote what I wanted to say and read it for the camera. Anyone who sees my off the cuff videos knows I stumble and have a hard time putting words together.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qNN4mzAjKf0 

(Transcript below, anything in brackets is image description. Apologies for any weird “digital” noises in parts where I’m not talking; I tried to digitally remove the annoying click of my camera’s autofocus, but people wearing earphones may still hear the weirdness. I just can’t win with audio. -_-;; )

[Title screen is “STIGMA #AutisticsSpeakingDay2017″ in white text.]

The dictionary defines "stigma" as "a mark of disgrace associated with a particular circumstance, quality, or person." The plural form of this word is "stigmata", and those are also the wounds inflicted when Jesus was nailed to the Cross on Good Friday. Stigma isn't something people are born with. It is inflicted, like the holes caused by the nails hammered into the hands and feet of the Man who saved my soul because He loves me. [Images of Jesus in undignified states during His Crucifixion and a closeup of His beaten, bloody face.]

Many autistic people endure something like crucifixion without being able to fight back. Their dignity is stripped, their privacy violated and their humanity ignored. They endure what Jesus did. And so do I. As an autistic person, I feel the piercing stigma nailed into me and all other autistic people on a fairly regular basis.

Every time a parent tells me "you are not like my child" when I try to help them see things from the autistic point of view, wham goes the hammer. [Black and white image of a nail being hammered into Jesus' hand.]

Every time someone rebukes me with "you're so high functioning that it doesn't even affect you" because I can talk, get dressed, put on makeup, sing with my church's choir and do some tasks for myself, wham goes the hammer. [Black and white image of a nail being hammered into Jesus' hand.]

Every time the response is "you have no clue what living with this is like" when I mention I can't live independently, have extreme sensory issues and have violent meltdowns with self-injurious behavior, wham goes the hammer. [Black and white image of a nail being hammered into Jesus' hand.]

Every time I'm told "they don't feel embarrassment or know better" when I tell a caregiver they are violating an autistic person's privacy, dignity and autonomy when they post behavior crisis moments online, wham goes the hammer. [Black and white image of a nail being hammered into Jesus' hand.]

Every time people tell me "you don't know what you're talking about" when I speak up about why Autism Speaks is a damaging charity that deepens the stigma against autistic people, wham goes the hammer. [Black and white image of a nail being hammered into Jesus' hand.]

Every time I hear a caregiver say "they can't communicate" as a reason to shut me down when I question why they don't ask the autistic person if they are in pain or upset about something, wham goes the hammer. [Black and white image of a nail being hammered into Jesus' hand.]

Every time I was bullied for being different from my peers, wham goes the hammer. [Black and white image of a nail being hammered into Jesus' hand.]

Every time I am ignored when I speak out against the injustices committed against autistic people, wham goes the hammer. [Black and white image of a nail being hammered into Jesus' hand.]

But guess what? You can hammer nails into me all you want, but it won't stop me from speaking the truth. Just as death could not hold Jesus prisoner, you cannot keep the truth held prisoner either. And just as Jesus rose above death on Easter, so to will autistic people with all kinds of support needs rise with the truth. We have endured our Cross, and now our "Easter" is dawning. This is our time to be heard, and this is the truth. [Images of the empty tomb on Easter, and Jesus showing one of His wounded hands to his disciples to prove He really has risen from death.]

You co-opt the autistic identity when you call yourself an autism parent. It's hypocritical of you to identify yourself that way, but tell me "no, honey, you're a person with autism!"

SHUT UP!!! I am talking now, and YOU will listen!

[Images of me stimming, lining up nail polish bottles and slapping my head during a self-injurious meltdown] I am like your child. 

I am neither high functioning nor low functioning because those labels are damaging and dehumanizing, and your view of me will probably vary depending on what you see when you first meet me. 

I know exactly what it's like to be autistic because I live it every day.

I am so disgusted by your refusal to presume the competence of someone you claim to love.

I do know what I'm talking about when I say Autism Speaks is a harmful charity, and I will keep talking about it until something changes. [Photos of me taken for #REDInstead where I protest against Autism Speaks. 1st photo has my mouth taped shut with "Autism Speaks" on the tape while surrounded by Post-it notes saying "Broken, not a person, tragedy, burden, financial drain, missing" and one more above me with "autistic person" and an arrow pointing down at me. 2nd photo has me holding a sign that says "Not a puzzle piece!" 3rd photo has me holding a sign saying "Stomp out stigma! #REDInstead" 4th photo is my shirt, which says "I can't keep calm, I'm autistic" with a sign that says "Not a tragedy, not an epidemic, not a crisis, not a burden, not missing."]

Communication is a two way street. Communication isn't always words. YOU are the one who can't communicate. [I point from my eyes to yours, from my mouth to yours and from my ears to yours. This is followed with clips of me stimming with Wile E. and having a meltdown where I beat on a pillow with my fists. All of this is autistic communication.]

I was bullied for how I looked and acted. I didn't deserve it.

People blow me off when I speak out on ableism committed against autistic people. I speak out anyway.

And I will keep talking. With my words, my behavior, my text posts, my photos and my videos. I will endure the metaphorical hammer and nails for those who can't defend themselves because Jesus endured the same, and more, for me. What you do for those society sees as the least, you also do to Christ. Guess where you put autistic people? [Image of Christ's beaten, bloody face again.]

I am autistic. I am speaking. This is my language. This is me.

And this is what society does to people like me. [I stand back and hold up my hands to be "crucified" by a series of words: (Center, like thorns on my head)Burden, Broken, Crisis, Fear, Inhuman, Tragedy. (Right hand) Cure, Awareness, Prevention, Lovaas ABA. (Left hand) Electroshock, Chelation, Bleach enemas. (A blue puzzle piece and text obscures my mouth) AUTISM SPEAKS. This image goes by fast and it intended to be subliminal. It is also the video’s thumbnail.]

But not today. 

Today, I am speaking. 

YOU be quiet and listen.

#actuallyautistic #autism #autistics speaking day #Catholic #stigma #my video #long post #tw for a lot of things

[abangtech]

Realme Buds Air Neo Review

“Bro, which truly wireless earbud should I go for?” Lately, I’ve been asked this a lot. Well, it’s for obvious reasons – these tiny buds look cool, are comfortable to wear, and easier to carry around. Not too long ago, you’d have to spend a chunk for a fine TWS pair. But now with the advent of players like Realme, things have changed. Take the titular buds, for instance, which comes at a rupee shy of ₹3000.

Buds Air Neo mark Realme’s second foray into the TWS space. The original Buds Air (review) are said to have sold over 1 million units. So, as their trimmed down sibling arrived, like you, I was intrigued to know how the latter fares.

For the past week or so, I’ve been using them. And here’s my experience.

But first – you know the drill – we’ll have a quick glance at the specs:

Realme Buds Air Neo Specs

Model Realme Buds Air Neo Bluetooth 5.0, 10m radius Frequency range 20Hz-20000Hz Chipset R1 chipset Driver 13mm Codec AAC, SBC Color Pop white, Punk green, and Rock red Noise cancellation Single Mic Noise cancellation Wear detection No Touch Controls Yes (configurable using Realme Link app) Battery Life 3 hours one time 17 hours total playback Micro-USB Water resistance IPX4 Price ₹2,999

Followed by the inbox contents:

Realme Buds Air Neo: Box Contents

Realme Buds Air Neo × 2 (Left and Right)

Charging Box × 1

Charging Cable × 1

User guide and warranty card × 1

And the review. Herein, we’ll be covering –

Realme Buds Air Neo Review: Design

Buds Air Neo come in a cute little cradle that’s easy to toss into a pocket or bag. The case has a glossy sheen with nothing but a tiny indicator lamp and a multi-function button on the surface. That LED shines green or red to signal the state of charge and pairing.

You can easily flip open the lid which I must say that snap & clasp is freaking satisfying. Inside, you would find the buds sitting tight in their respective cavities.

Pick ’em out and you’ve got an Airpod-inspired design – with a half-in-ear head and a stem. Look, I don’t mind that a bit. But, what I do mind is that this design causes pressure on my ear canals due to the way the nozzles are shaped. Thus for better comfort and sound isolation, I prefer an in-ear design.

ALSO READ: Realme Buds Wireless review

But, my pet peeve aside, these look really elegant, especially in that white color. If that isn’t your color, you could also choose between red and green. Moreover, they do stay stable in the ear, which is one less worry for a wireless pair.

Realme has also offered touch-based controls for music playback, voice assistant, and calls. These require tap combinations, which sometimes don’t register. I guess they demand precise touch input. You can customize the controls from within the official Realme Link app downloadable from Google Play Store.

Before we scroll to sound review, you should know the absence of wear detection (no auto play pause) and the presence of IPX4 water resistance. And that’s all to talk about design. Moving on…

Realme Buds Air Neo Review: Sound

To me, music is cathartic, and, if anything, the current rut has amped my listening hours. After using the Realme Buds Air Neo for quite some time now, here’s what I concluded about the audio output:

Neo are sufficiently loud at 100 but if you bring down that volume to say 50 or 70-percent, they sound meek. That is while I’m cooped up inside. I fear they might struggle in the noisy outdoors. In comparison, playing the same tracks on the Skullcandy Method ANC ‘neckband’ (review), gets painfully loud at full volume.

The highs sound bright enough without piercing the ears. (Ref: Communion by Park Jiha)

Although one could feel the bass, it isn’t tight enough. (Ref: The Hills by The Weekend)

In the mids, you’ve got clear vocals with fair separation from instruments. (Ref: Hurt by Johnny Cash)

While the general sound quality of Neo might not be for audio aficionados, it should suffice a casual listener.

Realme Buds Air Neo Review: Connectivity

They serve other purposes too.

Firing up the buds is simple and seamless. You get a hassle-free initial pairing thanks to Google Fast Pair support. Post which, the buds connect in a blink of an eye.

Calls were okey-doke. Nothing worth underlining.

I did once suffer an audio sync issue (by a Milli) while watching YouTube, but it was easily solved by the low latency gaming mode.

Like the original, this one also comes with AAC and SBC codec support. In case you aren’t wary of the terms, AAC is better, if not the best option out there.

ALSO READ: Redmi Earbuds S Review

Realme Buds Air Neo Review: Battery

Individually, the buds eke out 3h 11 mins of continuous playback. And in total, Buds Air Neo offers 17 hours of battery life. So, do the math.

To charge them, stow them back in the case. The buds take slightly over an hour to juice up.

All that’s fine. The only thing I don’t understand is the micro-USB socket on the case. Hello, it’s 2020 and the time to bid it goodbye. Bring on USB Type-C.

Realme Buds Air Neo Review: Verdict

Should I buy Realme Buds Air Neo? Is Realme Buds Air Neo worth it?

Gone are the days when you had to hunt through a horde of chi-fi earphones to find one fine-sounding pair. Gladly, now we have budget buds like the one in this review.

For ₹2999, the audio is reasonably well. Not just that, Realme slides in niceties like low latency transmission, workable touch controls, IPX4 water resistance, and good-to-go battery life.

Now, the experience isn’t without shortcomings. For example, I would’ve preferred an in-ear design like the upcoming Realme Buds Q. Silicone or foam housing could draw out some of the noise, thereby making the calls and music experience a bit more pleasing. This takes precedence, especially while traveling on rail or road or over the rainbow.

That said, if you are fine with the semi in-ear design and are restricted by a budget, then Buds Air Neo are worth the asking price. You may add these to the cart.

For an extra 1000 bucks, you’d get in-ear detection, secondary mic, wireless charging, and Type-C port on the Buds Air.

Pros

Stable Connection

Decent audio quality

Low latency gaming mode

IPX4 rating

Cons

Iffy touch response

Meek volume levels

Poor noise isolation

Micro-USB

Realme Buds Air Neo FAQ

How to connect or pair Realme Buds Air Neo with other devices?

Make sure both earbuds are in the case, open the case, and hold the pairing button for 3s. Find Realme Buds Air Neo in the Bluetooth list. Then connect.

This is for the first time usage. However, post that, the buds will auto turn on and connect to the previously paired device as soon as you take them out of the charging case.

Do Realme Buds Air Neo support Google Fast Pair?

Yes, Google Fast pair is supported on the Realme Buds Air Neo. 

How long does Realme Buds Air Neo battery last on a single charge?

The battery of buds lasts for 3 hours of music playback on a single charge. The battery could deplete faster if you are taking too many calls. 

How do you check the battery on Realme Buds Air Neo?

Open the case and if you see a continuously lit indicator, it means the battery is above 20%. If the light is blinking, it means the battery is below 20%. The remaining battery of earbuds can be displayed on the phone’s Bluetooth list.

You can also find the battery status of individual buds from within the Realme Link app.

How to check the Realme Buds Air Neo charging box power?

Open the charging box, and if the battery is sufficient, the indicator light will stay on. However, if the battery is low, the indicator flashes.

What Bluetooth profiles are supported on the Realme Buds Air Neo?

Realme Buds Air Neo supports HFP, A2DP, ASP, AVRCP profiles. 

Is Realme Buds Air Neo waterproof?

Yes, Realme Buds Air Neo is IPX4 water-resistant.

How to turn off or put the Buds Air Neo to sleep?

Just put the earbuds back in the charging box and it will enter sleep mode.

How to reset Realme Buds Air Neo?

Make sure both earbuds are in the case. Open the case and hold the button for 10s until the indicator light starts blinking fast. Then reconnect again.

Is Realme Buds Air Neo compatible with iPhone

Yes, Realme Buds Air Neo should work on both iPhone and Android phones.

How much is Realme Buds Air Neo?

Realme Buds Air Neo currently costs ₹2,999.

Is Realme Buds Air Neo available offline?

Realme Buds Air Neo will be soon available in offline stores.

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