#watching and protecting!! only interfering to make sure he was safe????

[vixen525noms]

Wizard Eats a Bird Girl and Grumpy Fairy

Last year I squeed when I read @that-prey-lounge's stories about Izo and got permission to write with the character. Even got their help on Izo's dialogue! Had some fun with perspective swapping with this one.

Warnings for: Character injury, fear, soft safe vore

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Anthria was terrified as her friend attempted to defend her from the attacking harpies. Being so small had major disadvantages. Her tropical colors with yellow, vibrant fuchsia, blue, teal and orange stood out and made it easy for predators to target her, but at least Antoine had come with her to keep her safe. Antoine had protected her many times, and having that fairy with her meant the world. Sure he looked a little odd, having two pairs of white bird wings instead of the more common insect wings, but he was a true and loyal friend to her. He kept her safe when she traveled to use her weather magic to help places in need. 

She felt pain in her shoulder and started to tumble to the ground when she was suddenly enclosed in some sort of magical bubble. She watched a human looking figure scoop her fairy friend into his hat when he yelled and threw fire at this apparent new attacker… That distinctive hat. A wizard. Not good. No wonder her fairy friend attacked the man that interfered, he probably assumed the wizard recognized her species and planned to experiment on her. The orb she was trapped in went under an arm as bright lights fired at the attacking harpies. A fireworks spell, a good distraction and fear tactic to disrupt the attack. Then she was being carried quickly away.

Izo had seen the harpies attacking what looked like a brightly colored miniature harpy and immediately interfered. He didn’t want the poor thing getting killed just because she accidentally got too close to the harpy’s nesting grounds. First course of action was to protect the target, and with a gesture he enclosed the miniature harpy in a magic bubble to stop further attack. A fairy suddenly turned from fighting the normal harpies to throw fire at him, and with a flick of his hat, he had the fairy contained as well. A quick fireworks spell served to distract and frighten the harpies, and he put the orb under one arm and ran to get out of the harpies’ territory. No need to hurt them when they were only acting on instinct to protect their nests.

After he was out of range, he stopped to catch his breath and look at the miniature harpy in his orb. She had a mostly human body, with her arm serving as wings… looked like one wing-arm was hurt in the attack, but he didn’t immediately see anything severe. “Are you okay? What’s your name, little one?” he asked her. She flapped her good wing, seeming ready to try to fly away, “Please let me go…” To make her feel less trapped, he released the bubble to hold her in his hand instead, “What about the fairy? Was it hurting you?” She tried again to flap her wings, one not working right. So she was definitely hurt. “He’s my friend and protection! Let him go too!” She wasn’t calming down, so he glanced around before finding a boulder to set her on and then released the fairy from his hat. 

Anthria watched Antoine zip out into the open and over to her, hovering between her and the weird wizard. “Leave Anthria alone! I know all about wizards experimenting on avians!” The wizard had a sudden change in expression, as if recognizing the term for these more magical cousins of harpies, “Oh shit… You are the one we called about the drought.” Anthria frowned, “I… am here to help with a drought… but I was called on by locals, not a wizard.” Antoine was preparing magic bolts to fire at the wizard, shouting; “I won’t let you experiment on her! Was there even really a drought?” Surprisingly, the wizard holds his hands in apparent surrender as he looks at her, “I am Izo. I called you on behalf of the town of Eaglevale. There’s a severe drought, and many people will lose their houses and farms if you don’t help.” The wizard Izo’s gaze flicked to the fairy, “There is a drought, and I promise I would never do that to a living creature.”

Anthria sighed, “It’s my duty to help, they promised to even have my favorite fruits, but I can’t travel now.” Antoine frowned, “Those hunting harpies could even come back for you.” Izo interrupts, “I can carry you to the town doctor… and the harpies won’t return. You just ventured too close to the nests. But even if they did, I can keep you safe.” Antoine sneered, “Wizards are tricky sorts, and have hurt avians in the past.” Anthria shook her head, “Antoine, I gave my word. I need to at least see for myself that there is no drought before I consider turning away, and I do need treatment for my wing.”

Izo waited patiently as the two went back and forth for a while longer, the avian insistent on helping with the drought, but her fairy protector understandably wary of trusting a wizard. It took several minutes before finally the fairy relented, but warned Izo to be careful and respectful of his friend when carrying her. Izo immediately agreed, knowing the town needed the avian more than she needed them. So he offered his hand to the avian and let her step onto it on her own. He could see the fairy watching him closely, ready to throw fire at his face, and tried to make it clear he meant no harm. Considering despite her fear, the avian still wanted to help, he’d have to make arrangements for her to have safer travels home… and have a certain dragon he knows talk to any wizards who would consider experimenting on her and her kind. It was so hard to find one of them as it was, they needed to be preserved.

He made his way to town, many of the people there excited to see the vibrantly colored harpy in his hands. They all knew it was some sort of miniature harpy that would perform the important magic, and the fact she was being carried by him made it an easy assumption she was the one they were waiting for. He didn’t give them time to overwhelm the poor thing, instead heading directly for the herbalist’s place and setting the bird girl on the counter. He assured Anthria that she would get the best possible care for her wing and they would have plenty of fruit and nuts ready for her to eat when she was hungry. He could see the tiny girl relaxing as the herbalist examined and treated the wound, thankfully nothing too severe. Mostly painkillers, something to prevent infection, and minding the feathers.

Anthria was far more relaxed once her wound was treated. This wizard didn’t act like the ones she had heard about. Even Antoine was starting to calm down a bit. She could see how dry the land was, and the excitement of the locals made it clear she was truly needed here. This place was desperate for her magic. Once the bandage was in place, she was taken to a feast of fruit for her, which for her small size didn’t actually need to be much compared to them, but the tropical fruits she thrived on were still hard to obtain for a place like this, even if it wasn’t much of it. She always knew a place was serious when they made the effort to get the best fruit for her diet. A healthy diet was essential to using her magic properly, and she always made that clear when she made these trips.

Anthria was happy to see Antoine indulging in local meals. He was capable of eating more variety than her so she was glad when he took the opportunity to try new things. After she ate her fill, the wizard approached again and said if she wanted a quiet place to stay, his home was available. Seeing as how he had been honest so far, Anthria agreed, despite Antoine’s protests. As he carried her to his place with the fairy keeping close watch, he asked about observing her magic. Antoine got tense immediately, “See! He is like other wizards!” Anthria sighed, “Observing is not the same as experimenting. And while we are usually secretive about our magic, I think as long as he is accommodating, I can allow him to observe once or twice.”

Izo was extremely excited. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. These rare bird people never let people observe their magic! He would have to do everything in his power to make her comfortable here. He would have knowledge no other wizard would have! But despite his great excitement, he kept his composure, speaking proper and curt, “Thank you, Anthria for the opportunity. I won’t get in your way. May I take notes?” He was extremely pleased when she agreed, and even offered to pose for drawings, with the caveat that he does his best to keep her comfortable while she stays in what is a very uncomfortable climate for her. It made sense, she is a tropical species, this area had to be cold and dry to her. He could keep a fire going, a warmed bird bath at the ready when she needed. Perhaps boil water to raise the humidity of the room, once water was more readily available in this severe drought. 

At his tower he got his parchment ready and started a fire to warm the room more. He saw her stretching as she spoke to him, and he quickly and furiously took notes the moment she started explaining her magic. Fascinating! Her kind activated magic through dance! No wonder she was so concerned about pain when the healer was tending to her, pain could interfere greatly with range of movement. She showed off some of the important poses used during the dance, allowing him to sketch the positions she would take once she was ready for the magic. It made sense she needed to digest more of the fruit and nut meal before starting the actual magic; travel no doubt took a lot out of her. He wrote down as she explained after travel they immediately eat and prepare themselves because starting too soon can cause things to go poorly. Accidentally flooding the place would definitely be no good, and he was sure the townsfolk would understand one evening of rest after long travel. He soon gave her a bowl of warmed water to wash her feathers in, figuring she needed the moisture after such a long distance of travel. Besides, wasting water on this wouldn’t matter once she brought rains.

Anthria happily relaxed in the warm bowl of water, Antoine keeping watch nearby. The wizard Izo certainly behaved differently than the stories she had heard in the past of wizards capturing her kind. While he had a great deal of curiosity about her natural magic, he wasn’t pressuring her, nor doing anything harsh like plucking her feathers for experiments. “As long as I get a decent sleep tonight, I can probably start the magic shortly after breakfast. Knowing what I do about droughts, I’ll do a slow build, a drizzle that builds into proper slow rain. I will give it a break after one day of rain for the land to absorb what it got then repeat a couple times before a full downpour. Too heavy a rain all at once will just cause a flood. The land has to adjust, as do the plants, to maximize benefit. I usually have to stay a couple weeks to get the area set for the season. Sometimes a bit longer, depending on the landscape.”

She could see the wizard writing her every word, and likely more. She talked casually about the importance of a proper diet for her kind, which is why she always insists before travel they be prepared for her. Without the right nutrients, their magic is much weaker. Harder to control. She also explained they always have someone to travel with them for protection because while their magic is powerful, it only affects large areas. It’s not useful for defense at all. Some travel with humans or other ‘average’ sized folks, but her best friend had always managed well enough, so she travels with him. “Antoine probably would have eventually gotten me away from the harpies, but getting me to medical care could have been a bit harder. Once we get home we’ll discuss how to travel most safely in the future. For now, I have this place to focus on helping.”

Izo was extremely pleased with how open she was with information. It was so rare in her kind, but he supposed others who had tried had been more forceful. Perhaps his helping her with the harpies had helped make a good impression. He’d make notes for the future as well about how to best interact with her kind. Who knew, maybe she’d return next dry season and tell him more. At least she was enjoying the soak. Once she seemed done talking for the time being, he worked on setting up a comfortable nest-like bed for her. He put it near a fresh bowl of water, not too far from the fire, and with plenty of comfortable bedding.

Unfortunately, as it got later into the night, it became obvious the fire was insufficient warmth for the tropical bird girl. He could see her fluffing her feathers, shivering, clearly uncomfortable. Izo walked over and sat down near her sleeping area. “Still too cold to sleep?” She nodded, “I’m used to very warm temperatures; I’d have to be close enough to the fire to risk igniting my feathers and blanket to be warm enough. And it’s still so dry. I need it both hot and humid.” Izo thought for a moment. He had promised to help her be comfortable if she let him learn about her people’s magic… he could only think of one place both warm enough and safe enough for her. “Hot and humid… Like my stomach?”

Anthria’s feathers puffed out as she listened to the wizard’s suggestion. Her feathers were on end in fear, “I thought this place was supposed to be safe! Now you suggest eating me? That’s not at all safe!” She watched him make a placating gesture and start explaining magic he has used in the past, that he has done this many times before and was only suggesting it out of concern for her comfort. His explanation seemed to help calm her. But Antoine apparently overheard and interrupted, “I will go with her to make sure she is safe. If she’s not, I can make it extremely painful for you. In fact, I insist I check first.”

Anthria seemed a bit startled; having thought Antoine had already fallen asleep. But she guessed she shouldn’t be surprised he woke up easily. He was so determined to keep her safe. Antoine turned to her, “I could see the look on your face. You were considering it. You are that desperate to have somewhere comfortable.” Anthria sighed, “I am. I usually barely sleep on these trips.” Antoine sighed, turning to Izo, “Fine. Do it. Let me see if it's safe first.”

With a quick weaving of magic, Izo made sure his stomach was safe. He picked up the grumpy fairy and stated, “Please keep the wings well tucked, or that could complicate this;” before putting Antione feet first into his mouth. With those bulky wings, he was glad the fairy didn’t put up a fight as he swallowed the man down. Once he felt the weight fall into his stomach, he glanced down, “So, are the accommodations approved for your friend?” After a moment the fairy seemed to settle down and responded, “Alright. Seems safe enough. Be gentle with her or I’ll tear you apart from the inside.” Izo gently picked up Anthria, watching her flatten her feathers down and tuck her arms in. He checked her bandage was good and secure before sliding her into his mouth as well. The feeling of feathers was quite bizarre compared to other incidents where he did this, but with them not fighting, it made it easier. Before long he felt her weight join the fairy.

“So, feeling warmer now, Anthria?” Izo asked the avian. He actually smiled a bit when she replied, “Delightfully warm! I definitely have to tell you more about my magic for finding a way for me to feel as comfortable as at home!” The feeling was a bit strange as the two adjusted to be comfortable in his belly. Izo went back to his own bed and slowly lay down. “I’ll let you out in the morning, and make sure you both get a good breakfast,” Izo reassured the two. Anthria replied with a yawn, “And I’ll get the first rains going soon after that.”

The next morning, Anthria was pleased the wizard kept his word about getting her out and having a nice breakfast of fruit ready for her. Antoine seemed more relaxed now, which she was glad to see. The wizard had been so kind and accommodating so far. He definitely wasn’t acting at all like the bad ones that had hurt others of her kind. She was distracted and noticed the wizard brought something over. He helped her replace her bandages and apply medicine so Antoine could finish his breakfast. She noticed a feather loose on the injury, and decided to give it to the wizard. “Since you aren’t forcing the matter, and I’m shedding a couple feathers from the injury, so I’ll let you keep those feathers for your own testing. Since you are being so kind, I’ll demonstrate a few more of the important poses in the dances, from ones I haven’t shown you yet. Probably not today, the magic will take a lot out of me.”

The dance she did to start the rain required poses and movements no true bird could manage, but in many ways did resemble the dances performed by wild birds. Feathers on her back puffed out, wings turned in ways to display the feathers. A shake of the tail feathers, a turn of the neck. Bends and twists no bird could manage. A flash of iridescent feathers. More wing turns and flicks. She could hear the gentle patter of rain outside, but she kept going. She had to be sure the rain would continue well into the next day. She glanced at the wizard. As promised, he stayed well out of her way, watching intently and making rapid notes onto parchment. As she finally ended her dance, Antoine came over to let her lean on him, knowing that using the magic would tire her. She smiled as she spoke to the wizard, “Each dance is incredibly specific. I have been practicing all my life. I know many of the dances, but will only share a couple with you.” 

Izo nodded, “I understand completely. I am grateful you are willing to share any of these secretive performances with me.” He finished up the notes on the dance, then helped her over to the makeshift nest to rest. This rain had been desperately needed by Eaglesvale. He was sure the people would want to express their gratitude to the avian, but he also understood she probably could end up overwhelmed by it. He would let her meet people if she wished, or remain here undisturbed if that was her preference. At least they had gotten the right fruit and nuts in to feed her. 

But the most important thing was this had all been a success: Eaglesvale; the people, the farms, all of it, had been saved.

#size difference #gt vore #soft vore #safe vore #giant tiny #izo the wizard #wizard #izo #that-prey-lounge #anthria #antione #fairy #harpy

[torscrawls]

Splitting Up and Coming Together

This is written for Dannymay 2022 day 11 - Blood Blossoms.

Maddie and Jack has found a great way to stop their food from coming back to life; blood blossoms! But why is Danny having such a bad reaction to it?

Jazz just wishes their parents would stop trying to kill her brother.

Also available on my AO3!

Word count: 2,570

I finished the short fic I published earlier, I hope you like how it goes! :)

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Jazz carefully poked the fried chicken with her fork, exchanging an incredulous look with Danny from across the table. 

 The stillness of the food in front of them was putting her on edge. Their parents had always been quite bad at keeping the ectoplasm out of the kitchen, but it had gotten progressively worse over the years; especially lately when they had been distracted by a new project down in the lab and only paid half a mind to what they were doing outside of it. It had gotten so bad that Jazz had taken over the cooking for the most part—something she would gladly do to make sure they were all as safe as possible. But tonight, they had insisted on cooking.

 And the food wasn't moving. 

 It was almost enough to make her suspicious, but the relief won out and she decided that not making the most of this miracle would be a waste. So she dug in. 

 After another second of hesitation, Danny enthusiastically joined her. 

To her surprise she found that she actually quite liked it. She gave her mom and dad a smile and a, “This is really good!”

“Thanks, honey! What do you think, Danny?”

Danny cleared his throat. “It’s good.”

Maddie and Jack exchanged a pleased look. “I told you it would work!”

Danny gave a small cough. And then he coughed again. And again. He put down his fork with a frown and tried to clear his throat.

Their dad’s smile dimmed slightly. "Dann-o, you ok?"

“Yeah, yeah, I’m—” He was interrupted by another cough.

Jazz put down her own cutlery as she watched her brother worriedly. “Danny?”

"I—" Cough. "I don't feel too good. I think—" Cough. "I think I’m gonna be sick."

And then he bent to the side and puked.

Jazz instinctively recoiled in disgust, but her worry only intensified. Ever since the accident Danny didn’t really get sick. Not if there wasn’t something interfering with ghosts involved. Something was wrong.

Maddie immediately went over to where Danny sat hunched over and patted his back with a worried and kind, "Oh! Honey, what's wrong?? Did you catch something at school?”

Jazz sat frozen in her chair as she thought about their parents’ new fascination with flowers. Their past week in the lab, experimenting with them. Danny’s retelling of what had happened when he had run into a certain kind of flower before. It wasn't that hard to come to a conclusion.  "Mom? Dad? What's in the food?"

"It's chicken!" Came Jack’s happy answer.

They didn’t have time for this. “Are there blood blossoms in the food?”

She could see the way Danny tensed at her words, his eyes going wide beneath his bangs.

Maddie looked up from where she was kneeling next to Danny to give her a surprised look. “How do you know what blood blossoms are?”

Jazz usually tried to play dumb—to not let on in front of their parents on how much both she and Danny truly knew about things related to ghosts—to protect him and his secret. Danny would no doubt chew her out for this later, but right now she needed to make sure he was okay. She could deal with the rest later.

“Wow, Jazzy-pants!” Jack exclaimed with a big smile as he set a bucket down in front of a pale Danny. “You’re so smart! Maybe you are starting to take an interest in the family business after all!”

“Can you answer the question?!” Jazz fought down her panic to plaster a smile on her face and continue with a forcedly calm, “Please?”

Maddie nodded as she continued to rub Danny’s back comfortingly. “Well, yes, there’s some blood blossoms in it to make sure that there isn’t any living ectoplasm in the food.”

Jazz felt herself go cold.

“Smart, huh?” Jack puffed out his chest proudly.

Jazz met Danny’s wide and terrified eyes across the table.

“Yeah, genius,” Jazz said as she did her best not to let her panic show.

Maddie continued, oblivious to her children’s reaction, “We know how much you kids hate the food occasionally gaining sentience, so we decided to do something about it.”

Of course this was the only time they listened to them. And of course their solution only hurt Danny more. Of course.

And it hurt because Jazz knew that they did it for them. To keep them safe. But since they didn’t have the whole picture, it had backfired.

Danny leaned over the bucket with a groan and Jazz got to her feet. She had to solve this. And fast. "What would happen to a ghost if they ate it?"

"Don't worry princess! No spook will ever get close enough to eat Fenton food!"

"No, I—What would happen??"

"Well they would die!" Maddie said cheerfully as she rubbed Danny's back.

"Is—" Jazz swallowed down her panic and tears. "Is there an antidote?"

"Why would there be?” Maddie asked with a tilt of her head, eyes kind and completely devoid of the kind of reassurance Jazz desperately needed in that moment. “After all, we want to eradicate every last one of them!"

Danny heaved again and Jazz flinched.

"Aww, Dann-o!" Jack reached down to ruffle his hair. “Let’s get you to bed.”

A solution! She needed a solution, now!

Something that would stop this, that would make it all just go away. But it was already in his system, wasn’t it? If only there was a way to separate—Wait. "Where is the catcher??"

Jack looked at her with a startled expression. "What?"

"The ghost catcher?!"

"Why do you…?"

“Please!” And she must have sounded as desperate as she felt because they took pity on her.

“It’s down in the lab, next to the cabinet in the corner,” Maddie said with a patient smile.

“Alright.” Jazz gave a resolute nod and bent down to loop one arm under Danny’s shoulders. To her own surprise, she managed to get him up even as he was practically hanging limp in her hold; eyes vacant and a pained expression on his face. He did try to help by getting his legs under him to walk, but they didn't really cooperate. Still, somehow, she managed to move him—it helped that he practically weighed nothing.

Maddie and Jack followed behind, trying to ask her what was going on, trying to take Danny away from her but she tuned them out and her desperation combined with a flood of adrenaline-fueled strength—probably combined with some intangibility—made sure that they both reached the corner where the ghost catcher stood.

She was suddenly very grateful for the lengthy lectures their parents always subjected them to when it came to their inventions as she knew exactly how to activate it. And before Maddie and Jack could do much more than contribute with more background noise, she had showed Danny through it.

Fenton fell to the floor and Phantom flopped down beside him. Both groaning. "Uuugh."

"Phantom?!" Maddie exclaimed with surprise and anger and then she whipped a gun out of nowhere and aimed it right at her son.

Jazz wanted to kneel next to her brother, to check on him and see if her desperate plan worked, but instead she placed herself in front of their parents with her hands wide. "Stop."

By now, Jack had also managed to find a gun and was joining their mom in training it on Phantom, who was still on the floor. "Young lady, that's a dangerous ghost!"

"No." Jazz shook her head, arms still out. “He’s my brother. They are both my brother!”

Phantom rolled over to his side and Maddie made a noise of distress as she took a step to the side to try and get a clear shot. Jazz stepped with her while keeping her gaze jumping between Jack and Maddie. It succeeded in drawing their mom’s attention as she swore and said, "Jazz, step aside. I don't know what lies he's been telling you, but—"

"He hasn't told me any lies." And Jazz was surprised at the steel in her own voice, but she didn't back down. She refused.  "You guys stand back. You’ve already done enough harm today.”

That made them hesitate slightly.

Jack frowned at her and Jazz counted the fact that he took his eyes off Phantom as a win. "Jazz. This isn't a game."

She raised her head higher, kept her arms up, and said, "I am well aware.”

Maddie gestured at the human Danny on the floor with a frustrated expression on her face. “Your brother is right there!”

“Put your guns down and we’ll talk,” she insisted. Then she softened her voice and tried to appeal to their sympathy, “He’s not in any condition to fight. You can see that.”

As if on cue, there was the sound of retching behind her.

Jazz turned her head slightly towards her brother, but didn’t take her eyes off their parents as she asked, “You good back there?”

In response she got two chorused and matching groans, then a distinctly echoing, “Fuck. Yeah, I think it worked. At least I don’t feel like I’m melting anymore. You?”

And then a less echo-y, “Like getting hit with one of Skulker’s missiles, but not actively getting worse. So… win?”

Jazz felt herself relax slightly. Hopefully that was one problem dealt with, now there were just two left. Two still very armed problems.

She swallowed down her panic and tried to take a deep breath. She had to stay calm. “Put. The guns. Down.”

And to her immense relief, Jack actually lowered his gun slightly with a hesitant look at Maddie. “Honey? Maybe we can—”

“No,” Maddie said as she shook her head. An angry frown on her face. “What?! Don’t tell me you believe this?!”

“I don’t—” Jack began, but Jazz interrupted him with a resolute, “It’s the truth.”

An echoing voice from behind her gave a low chuckle that Jazz could hear the panicked edge to and said, “Yeah, I guess the cat is out of the ba—”

“Shut up, ghost!” Maddie cut him off, but Jazz could see the gun starting to shake in her grip. “And leave our little boy alone!”

“Mom, dad. Please,” the voice of human Danny pleaded from behind her. “It’s the truth.”

“Just. Can we talk?” she tried.

Jack looked at her as if she was the one who acted crazy. “You think we would talk with a ghost?!”

“You step away from our children!” Maddie added with dangerous anger in her voice, her hateful eyes still fixed on Phantom over Jazz’s shoulder. “Right now!”

They weren’t getting anywhere.

“If you don’t put your guns down you will not see me or Danny again.” She was almost proud of how calm she sounded, but she needed them to just stop and listen for once. And they must have picked up on how utterly serious she was because once again, she could see them hesitate.

This was their chance.

“Let’s just talk, alright? Nobody is attacking anyone. He’s not going to attack anyone.”

She turned to send a quick look over her shoulder to where human Danny  was helping Phantom to sit up. “Right?”

Both Dannys nodded and Phantom gave her a thumbs up. “Yeah, no attacking.”

“You think we trust the word of that ghost?!” Maddie stared at them, but at least her anger had been slightly diluted by incredulity.

“Maybe you trust the word of your son?” Danny asked, sounding desperate. “You know for a fact that I’m not under any ghostly influence right now after passing through that. And I—And Phantom won’t attack anyone.”

To Jazz’s amazement this actually made both of them lower their weapons slightly, and even though they didn’t let go of them, at least it was a step in the right direction.

“If you make any sudden movements, you’re toast, ghost!” Jack threatened and Phantom raised his hands in the air from his position on the floor.

“Come on!” Jazz was unable to keep her frustration under wraps any longer. She just wanted to go to her brother’s side, but their parents were making everything so hard. As usual.  “We were eating dinner together five minutes ago! This isn’t something new. He’s not gonna start attacking you now.”

Maddie scoffed. “You want us to believe that he’s been possessing our baby without us noticing??”

“He hasn’t been possessing anyone! You’re not listening!” Jazz could feel the tears flood her eyes, but she was powerless to stop them. She was just so done. “They are the same person! Phantom has always been Danny and vice versa!”

“That’s—” Jack hesitated. “That’s impossible.”

“Just like how everyone except you thought that ghosts were impossible??” Jazz shot back. She shook her head and felt the tears break loose and roll down her cheeks, but she refused to lower her arms to wipe them away. “I can’t believe you right now. Your son is hurt and you’re just standing here arguing!”

Finally, Jack dropped his gun to the floor.

Maddie sent him an incredulous look. “Honey? What are you—?”

Jack shook his head and placed his hand on her gun, lowering the muzzle to the floor. “Let’s focus on helping Danny first, alright? That—That should come first.”

Maddie stared at him in silence for a few tense seconds and then lowered her gun slowly. “You’re right. Of course.”

She didn’t let go of the weapon, but it was no longer pointed right at her son. Jazz figured that was as good as it was going to get. For now. So she turned to look at her brother—both of them—and asked, “You ok?”

Phantom gave an uneasy shrug, keeping his movements obvious and slow. “I mean I’m not being poisoned anymore, but I don’t feel great.”

“Ghosts don’t feel pain,” came Maddie’s immediate response.

Human Danny gave a humorless laugh. “Oh believe me, they do.”

“What are we gonna do now?” Phantom asked with a frown, looking down on his hands. “Am I stuck like this?”

Jazz grimaced. “Well, I guess we’re gonna have to… Get it out.”

Human Danny winced as he grabbed his stomach. “Oooh, that’s not gonna be fun.”

“Son, what is the meaning of this?” Jack looked between human Danny and Phantom with a frown. “I—I don’t really understand what’s going on. Are you okay?”

Both Danny exchanged a look and Jazz could see the conflict there and she felt guilt well up inside of her; she had put him in this position. "God, I'm so sorry Danny. I Just—I didn't know what to do. I couldn't let you just—"

“Don’t worry,” human Danny said with a kind smile that Jazz felt she didn’t deserve and then Phantom nodded and added, “I understand. Thanks for saving me.”

And despite her best effort to keep them at bay, those words brought the tears back into her eyes. Maybe she had made the right decision. Maybe she hadn’t fucked everything up.

Danny continued with a resigned, “I’ll explain everything,” aimed at their parents.

“Alright,” Maddie nodded hesitantly, “let’s talk.”

And at her acquiescence Jazz lowered her arms, turned around, took the few steps separating them, and scooped both parts of her brother into her arms, and cried.

#dp #danny phantom #dannymay2022 #phic #blood blossoms #Was this mostly an excuse for me to write angst + badass Jazz? Yes. #jazz fenton #my beloved #my writing

[r0-boat]

Ro's Oc Halloween Special

Part 4

Reaper! Salem in

Eternal

Cw: kidnapping

Reapers are not supposed to feel attachment... they are Bringers of death anything that they touch will lose the light from their eyes.

It was just another day on duty his Target was supposed to die tonight... is Target was a young adult. their time of death: 1:00 Am.

Salem's job was to make sure the death goes as and be there to collect their soul. An easy job All Things Considered sometimes Reapers had to kill their targets if the time of death doesn't go as planned, but that was very unlikely. Reapers watch on the sidelines; interfering with the soon-to-be victims was against protocol... Salem didn't care, just waiting around for something to happen was boring to him.

It looks like he made it just in time, 6:35 pm; the target makes their way out of a building, visibly upset to the point of Tears...

His eyes wide and noticing immediately who it was, a human that he has had his eye on for a while now, watching, fantasizing. Between his tasks he would watch you from afar.

He couldn't let you die.

" Hey, are you ok?" You Heard a Voice next to you. You quickly wiped your tears, looking to see somebody next to you. You didn't say anything. That's okay. You didn't need to answer him. " the night is still young we could hang out if you want I understand if you don't"

Salem has never been this close to you before while you were conscious. Many times he has thought about holding out his hand to touch you, but if he did that, you would die right there in his arms. That's why before his skin would make contact with yours he would always wear leather gloves.

The thought of killing you right then and there and keeping your soul for himself was tempting. But he would rather have all of you, flesh and all.

He swore his heart could leap out of his chest when you agreed to hang out with him. Salem will keep you safe. He knows how you're supposed to die... he won't let anyone come near you... as much as his heart fluttered when you agreed, it was really stupid of you to follow a stranger.

However, you weren't foolish. You were wary of him. He needed to gain more of your trust or get you drunk enough so he could take you somewhere really safe. Salem already knows all of your likes and dislikes and everything else about you, so getting your trust shouldn't really be that hard. All he has to do is play his cards right and say the right things at the right time. Depending on how well it goes, he may or may not have to use Force.

Or maybe make you fall asleep so he could take you away, as you slowly wake up you'll feel cold metal around your leg, you will be startled at first but Salem is sure that you will learn to love him.... as long as his hands or fingers don't directly touch you he is free to show his love for you.

This is the only way to keep you safe for now until your time of death has passed. The two of you will likely have to move from one place to the next.

All other Reapers will be after him for going against protocol, but who cares about them? All that matters is you in his arms.

Salem has nightmares about accidentally killing you or you leaving him... he can't do this for long. He can't be a Reaper knowing that every day is a risk. I might you he is immortal. He cannot die nor be killed. The thoughts of him outliving you someday make his heart hurt. He tries to be strong for you; you look so scared it's okay. He's here now. He'll protect you.

Join us next week for the final Halloween special

Vamp! Sterling, and Zero.

Have plans for you....

They look at you with hunger and lust what could they possibly want with you?

#ro.chatting #apologies my Black Butler phase is showing #oc: salem #this one's the shortest but my favorite to be honest

[softieskywalker]

now my brain is stuck in this idea. how obi-wan was willing to let the entire galaxy burn of it meant luke was happy and safe with his family. because no matter how eager he was to teach him, he didn't do anything until luke himself approached obi-wan. he spent 20 years looking after this boy. probably regretting all of his life choices. but never interfering. always taking care of this child. who might look in the surface so much like his father. who might smile and speak like his mother. but who has a spark that's completely his own. and that destiny has already taken anakin. maybe he would let luke just. run through the sand dunes and be happy and safe.

#it's just that obi wan protected him for 20 years!!!!!!!! from the sidelines!!!!!! #watching and protecting!! only interfering to make sure he was safe???? #that is love #just so much love #we don't talk about obi wan and luke enough #luke skywalker #obi wan kenobi

[huneekrispee]

Where is my lover?

Pairing: c!Dreamwastaken x gn!Reader

Summary: Living outside the Dream SMP, far from the war and chaos, Dream was able to find comfort in you. One day, he leaves, promising to come back to you. It's been months, now you're left wondering... where is my lover?

Warnings: cursing, use of dream's real name, spoilers for the Dream SMP Finale, tiny bit of fluff at the start, angst

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I've been watching Attack on Titan recently, and the song 'Call Your Name' has me in the feels :( Sorry for being away for so long :( School has been an ass to me, I hope you enjoy it!! -Hunee <3

Also! Please don't mind the pronouns in the song! This is a gender-neutral fic, I merely just wrote the song lyrics as they are :)

She lost her brother a month ago

His picture on the wall

And it reminds me

When she brings me coffee... her smile

I wish I could be with her until my last day

In the forest, a cottage lays peacefully in a secluded meadow near a running stream. The tall trees lay their shadows onto the grassy floor, leaving marks from the sun. Water solemnly runs along, moving to its next destination through the stream. Grass rustles and a soft sigh is heard.

Stretching his arms above his head, a man clad in green slowly sits up, emerald eyes darting around. He yawns. "(Y/N)!" He's now standing up, searching for his lover. Dream's hand reaches down to grab his mask left abandoned on the grass, quickly putting it on.

Preparing his sword, his hand on the hilt, Dream slowly steps toward the cottage. He rests a hand on the door, waiting for something, anything.

A scream is heard.

He now slams the door open, netherite blade on full display, ready to attack. Looking around, he notices no one but (Y/N) in the cozy home, with a kettle on the ground next to them. Lowering his guard, sighing with relief, he sheathes his sword once more, walking over to his distraught partner.

"Are you alright?" Removing his mask, he takes their hands in his. Dream looks at them. (Y/N) looks down, taking their hurt hand out of his. Sighing, Dream quickly leads them over to the sink, running the tap. "What happened?" The coldness of the water helped soothe the burn. "I just, accidentally burnt myself with the kettle. It's okay, I'll live, Clay."

The man remained silent. The only sound heard in the cottage was the running tap water. After treating the burn on their hand, Dream leads (Y/N) to the chair on the side of the room. "You. Sit. I'll finish doing whatever you were doing. You just sit there and take it easy, you just burnt your hand." Bending down to their height, Dream stands face to face with (Y/N). He narrows his eyes slightly. He was always like this. Whenever (Y/N) got hurt in any sort of way, Dream was always on it, almost suffocating them with his overwhelming protectiveness.

They sighed, avoiding his eyes. "I- I was just... I just wanted to make you a coffee this morning. I know you're going to be busy later, so I wanted to make sure that you were energized for your work." Fiddling with their bandaged hand, (Y/N) smiled gently. "I see how you're always so dedicated to the stuff you do, and I wanted to return the favor, even if it's just a cup of coffee."

Dream's eyes softened. It was true, he was dedicated to his work. Running an SMP was hard, especially with some people interfering with his plans recently. He had plans to take power over the server again. Finding and taking everything his people were attached to was difficult, but at least he had (Y/N) to come home to. It was all for them. It was worth the hard work and pain just to see (Y/N) smile at him, showing him their love.

"It's okay. Thank you for wanting to do that, but you don't have to." Running his hand up to their cheek, he smiled. "I do all of my work for you, to help make a safe place for you. Once I sort out the rebellious people, I promise, I'll come back to you, and we can live together in my SMP." (Y/N) gazed up at him, looking into his eyes. They smiled, beaming at the idea.

"Alright! I promise I'll wait for you! I'll always wait for you. I love you, Clay."

"I love you too. I promise I will come back to you. Always."

He would do anything to see that smile on their face all the time.

She said she gave all her love to me

We dreamt a new life

Some place to be at peace

But things changed... Suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

It had been two days. Two days since Dream had left. (Y/N) had since then tended to the flowers and read a few books Dream had gotten them from a faraway village.

'I wonder what he's doing now?' Looking up at the sky, (Y/N)'s mind began to wander. What was dream doing right now? Maybe he was still on his way back to his SMP? Or maybe he was trading with villagers for resources?

They smiled. Dream had been one of (Y/N)'s lifelong friends turned partner. They had met when (Y/N) used to live in a village as a child. (Y/N) was nine and Clay was ten. Dream had gotten into a rough fight with two skeletons and a zombie. He was stumbling around, trying to find help for his injuries.

That was when (Y/N) appeared. Hearing the boy's cries, they ran out of their family home, taking Dream into the house to be treated, screaming for their parents to help him.

They had grown up together as best friends after that. Meeting George and Sapnap, the group loved to go on little adventures together and play their favourite game: manhunt. Dream would always insist on running, with George and Sapnap chasing after him. Sometimes, (Y/N) would join them, but they quite enjoyed seeing the trio panic during the game. It was fun.

A couple years ago, Dream visited (Y/N), saying that he was starting up his own SMP, a place where he and his friends could have fun and just be themselves all the time. The two of them spend hours in (Y/N)'s room, talking about their big plans and ideas for the SMP. Dream wanted to build a cottage near a stream, and live there peacefully with (Y/N). They were shocked, Dream wanted to live with them? "Why?" They asked.

"Well, because of... I'll just show you."

That was the day Clay had kissed (Y/N) for the first time.

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

A month had passed. Nothing from Dream. Usually, he'd send a message through on their server communicator, asking how they were and informing them of his journey and new discoveries. But that didn't happen, not this time.

It was hard. Clay had been such a big part of their life that sometimes they found it hard not to worry about him. They knew he was strong, he could take down armies of people, but everyone had their limit.

Raising the iron hoe, (Y/N) swung down, making way for the new seeds of crops that would grow over the next few months. Wiping their forehead with their sleeve, they sighed.

All they wanted was for Dream to be safe, and for him to come back home once he finished his business in the SMP.

Oh Where is my lover

And I got no power

I'm standing alone, No way

Calling out your name

Heavy pants of breath echoed throughout the underground bunker. He was panicking. It wasn't supposed to go like this.

The plan was to kill Tubbo and make Tommy give him his disks.

It all went to shit when Punz showed up with backup, showing the people of his SMP that had turned against him fully.

"W-woah! Okay! Tommy, calm down!"

The blonde boy didn't listen, hands gripping the axe of peace and lifting it high above his head.

"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you Dream, right here, right now."

Dream silently gulped. For once, his plan failed. It backfired on him and blew up in his face. 'Sorry (Y/N). Guess I'm not coming back tonight.' He just wanted this to be over. He just wanted to be back in the cottage near the stream, sitting with his lover.

His green eyes darted around to everyone in the room. They looked disgusted, some disappointed, others angry. He knew this would never change. He would never get his SMP back. They hated him. Wanted him gone.

"Does Y/N know you're like this?"

His breath hitched. Eyes went wide.

Sapnap had stepped forward, sword out, pointing it threatening at Dream. "Do they know just how bad you are? How corrupt you've become?!" He was yelling at this point. Sapnap was upset as well. It was hard to believe that his best friend would do all of these bad things, it hurt to betray him, but he had to do what was right.

"S-stop. Stop talking about them."

For once, Dream was vulnerable. He hated it. He was always so soft when it came to them. When it came to (Y/N). Sapnap knew that. He had seen it when they were together, how happy dream was when he was with them, following them around like a lost puppy, longing for their love. It went both ways, (Y/N) was the same.

"Who the fuck is- Nevermind. Dream. Give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn't-"

"Tommy stop." Sapnap stepped in again. "This is important to not just me but for another person as well." Tommy stepped back, axe still prepared to lash out just in case. Tommy kept muttering to himself, something about a green bastard.

"Dream. Where is (Y/N)? You said they would join the SMP with us, but they're not here, nobody has seen them, probably besides you. You said that they changed their mind about the SMP, or was that a lie too?"

Dream gulped, words caught in his throat.

"Tell me, you bastard! Where is (Y/N) and do they know?!"

"No. They don't know. All I wanted to do was protect them from something I knew would happen. The wars, the chaos of the SMP. They didn't need to be a part of that. I didn't want them to get hurt."

It was almost like a plea. Dream's voice was quiet like he didn't want them to hear what he was saying. Sapnap stepped back, somewhat satisfied with his answer. He was also upset, he hadn't seen (Y/N) in years, not since before the SMP started.

Tommy finally stepped forward.

"Now. Tell me why I shouldn't kill you, Dream."

"I can bring people back to life. I can bring Wilbur back."

I said I gave all my love to you

We dreamt a new house

Some place to be at peace

But things changed... Suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

Three months. It had been three long months without him. (Y/N) would spend every other night crying in their bed, missing him. They missed everything about him. No messages from him on their communicator. No death messages about him either.

They had never thought that three months could feel so long.

Surely he was busy doing stuff that would mean the world was safer for them. That's what he always said. He said that he worked for them and that he promised that they could settle down and make a new cottage near a different stream, closer to the SMP.

He said he needed to dig out the rebellious people and make his SMP a better place.

All (Y/N) could hope for was that he was safe and doing okay.

We don't know what is wrong tonight

Everybody's got no place to hide

No one's left and there's no one to go on

All I know is my life is gone

Dream was not feeling safe and right now he was feeling anything but okay.

Tommy had just broken his mask. Split down the middle, from the axe of peace.

He didn't want anyone to see his face, no one but (Y/N) and the people who had already seen it before he started wearing the mask.

His mask was his safe haven. A facade he could hide behind. With it gone, there was now no place for him to hide.

All he had done was tell Tommy that he could bring people back to life. When he mentioned Wilbur, Tommy seemed shocked, but then he seemed to come back to his senses after remembering what Wilbur was like before he died.

He went crazy. Insane. All because of Dream and his stupid motives. He only fueled Wilbur's change, encouraging him to blow Manburg up after Jschlatt took over. Thank God for Karl destroying the button the first time. The second attempt was successful and sealed Wilbur's fate as a psychotic, destroyed ex-president swayed by the masked man into committing destruction.

Tommy was angry at that. At the fact that Dream would even think about bringing back Wilbur.

Enraged, he brought the axe down onto Dream's cowering figure.

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

Sitting up, (Y/N) slowly looked around the room. It was the same as always; no Dream insight. They woke up every day with a feeling of hope that they would turn around and see Dream at the door, back from his trip.

The situation was too much. (Y/N)'s breaths quickened, eyes blurring up with tears, the salty water slowly dripping down the sides of their cheeks. They let out a dry laugh, bringing up their sweater paw hands to their face, wiping the tears.

They stared at the sleeve of the hoodie they had on. It was green.

It was his.

He always left a spare here, just in case.

It always came in handy when (Y/N) missed him.

They sighed, flopping back down onto the bed, curling into themselves and the hoodie. It smelt like him. He always smelt like a run through the forest, with a hint of saltwater and citrus.

It was comforting.

He was comforting.

The tears wouldn't stop. Every time (Y/N) wiped them away, fresh ones would keep coming. Where was he? Was he okay? It was all they could think about.

(Y/N) hugged themselves, hoping to recreate a hug like his. It didn't work. It never worked.

Nothing could ever compare to his hugs.

Still sobbing, (Y/N) cried themselves back to sleep, despite it being morning.

Not like they had any motivation to do anything without the assurance of him being okay anyways.

Oh Where is my lover

And I got no power

I'm standing alone, No way

Calling out your name

Beep.

(Y/N)'s communicator went off.

Dream was slain by Tommyinnit.

#dreamwastaken x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #huneewrites #dsmp x reader #dream team x reader #dream x reader #dream x reader fluff #dream x reader angst #dreamwastaken angst #dream imagine #dream fanfic #dream x gn!reader #c!dream x reader #c!dreamsmp x reader

[dreamkidddream]

I absolutely loved the doll! mc one with the brothers and diavolo. Could I ask for the same idea with the rest of the undateables and luke? If it isn't too much though. Thank you very much, don't forget to take care of yourself and stay hydrated!

I’m glad you enjoyed the first part!! I hope you’re staying safe through this pandemic and that you’re drinking plenty of water. I’m so happy that people liked the Doll!MC scenario so much (it even became one of my top posts and I was NEVER expecting that to happen 😳 click here to read it with the Bros and Diavolo). I got an UR card for Barbatos today and immediately thought back to this scenario cause I was just imagining the different situations with Doll!MC. Hope you enjoy!

Also, Luke’s part is strictly platonic, just FYI!

The Undateables (Minus Diavolo) with Doll!MC

Barbatos

Let me just say, you make this man’s day so much better

Your presence is just so calming for him. You could just be standing there (which is heavily enforced in the kitchen), not doing anything, and he would still be fully relaxed

Definitely loves you being in the kitchen with him, and will find ways to invite you so that you guys can spend time together

“MC, the young master has a tea party planned for this afternoon, and I’m afraid I may need your assistance to help prepare.”

“But Barb, I thought you didn’t want me touching anything-”

“I don’t want you touching anything that can cause you harm. I can easily handle the labor, but I do have a task for you...”

Cue to you sitting perfectly still and taste testing his sweets

“Barb, are you sure that I’m helping you like this? I don’t want to be useless to you!”

“Nonsense, MC. This is perfect. I needed someone with an exceptional palette, and you’re just the right person for me.”

Just you and him, and his sweet creations. What more could he ask for?

Maybe being in a relationship with you, but he is very sure that it’s going to be happening in the near future...and he didn’t even have to use his powers to know that

He stares at you a lot. He can’t help it, he loves to just admire you!

Barbatos is the type of guy where he doesn’t have to rely on words to express his love. His love language is acts of service: packing you lunch and extra sweets every week, giving you recipes that he wouldn’t even share with Luke, and gifting you mini accessories that you can wear with your outfits!

He gave you this adorable three-legged crow holding a cupcake hairpin and you’ve been wearing it ever since

He tries to hide his blush everytime he sees you and now he has to work even harder because of the pin lmao

HAVING YOUR OWN TEA PARTIES WEEKLY

You both have a designated day and time where you don’t plan anything in order to have your own tea parties

No Diavolo, no noisy demon brothers, no other exchange students (sorry Luke). Just you and him, enjoying each other’s company and him basking in your glow

If someone did try to harm you, he would already know of it and properly disposes of the problem. Lord Diavolo can’t afford to have any issues interfering with the exchange program, and he can’t afford to have anything happen to you so...no harm no foul, right?

Please continue to do what you’re doing MC. Stare at him with your bright, doe eyes and give him that lively smile everytime. It makes his day go by much easier, especially since he knows that you’ll still be there, waiting for him with your own desserts and that smile reserved just for him

Simeon

Was convinced that you were an angel

Lowkey still convinced that you’re an angel

Really, you just look so...angelic

Wasn’t upset when you revealed that you were in fact human; he was happy because this meant that he could show you around the Celestial Realm!

Speaking of Celestial Realm, be prepared for Simeon to be your very own personal tour guide everytime. This could be your 50th time up there and he’ll still try to point new things out

“And over here is-”

“Michael’s favorite resting place, since the lilies always seem to bloom whenever he’s around,” you giggled. “I remember Simeon, you tell me this everytime we visit!”

He’s a tad embarrassed

“Forgive me, MC. It seems that I get so elated over the fact that you’re here with me, I tend to repeat some things over.”

“That’s okay! I still have fun with you everytime!”

Oh MC, you’re too adorable!

Which causes him to worry over you. While he knows that the brothers and Diavolo (along with Barbatos) wouldn’t dare cause you any distress, the same couldn’t be said for the other demons lurking around, both in and out of RAD

But not to fear, Simeon your friendly guardian angel is here!

I am so sorry for the rhyme lmao

He may not have been personally assigned to you, but that doesn’t mean he can just let anything happen to you! He’s only doing his heavenly duties in protecting you! He’s also being a good friend by watching over you too, his little lamb

He wouldn’t attack anyone, but if he made a complaint or a very serious concern to the right person (Lucifer or Diavolo), consider the problem handled

You have your own tea time as well, and Luke would join you sometimes. But, every now and then, Luke would have to finish some homework or study, or Barbatos would miraculously call for him at the castle, or if it was just too late and Luke just had to go to sleep, then it would just be you two. Sitting by the fireplace, discussing matters ranging from RAD to your life in the human world, drinking tea that you would take turns preparing

Not to mention the downright dainty little cakes you would bring. One time you brought him angel cakes and he found so lighthearted and precious that he requested you bring them everytime, just for him

May or may not base a character in his new story around you

Simeon wants to shield you from the horrors that are surrounding you both. You’re so pure, he just wants you safe. From the way that you would dress to the way that your eyes would just look so amazed and innocent at him, he just knows that he needs to watch over you, always. The brothers do get a little wary when they see how much time you do spend at Purgatory Hall, but they know that Simeon couldn’t possibly have feelings for you, and you were always so giddy after leaving there, they couldn’t bring themselves to say anything

And Simeon knew that he was starting to feel more than he should. He couldn’t profess his love for you now in risk of falling, but he can wait until you get your wings. Just imagining you in your cute little Ceslestial Realm outfit (which he hopes still mimicked your current style) with your very own beaming halo was enough to keep him waiting and to make sure that you stayed on the right path

He deemed that you were worth the wait

Luke

BFFs! BFFs!

When he first saw you he could just cry

Someone innocent like you got sent down here with these monsters?! He had to keep you safe!!!

Simeon thought you were angel and then realized that you were not; Luke thought you were an angel and refused to believe that you weren’t

You didn’t have it in you to burst his bubble so soon, so you just let him run with it until Simon broke the news

It was like telling a kid that Santa Claus wasn’t real; you can only imagine how Luke took the revelation

Not well from what Solomon told you. Simeon kept saying he just needs some time to process things, and you just felt so awful about the whole thing

Which lead to you bringing him so much sweets that it made Beel jealous and very upset

But we all know how Beel can be around food, so it wasn’t a huge surprise. He chased you around all day and you had to use your pact to get him to stop!

And you promised to make him double the sweets in he forgave you so all is well

Luke was still obviously sad, but he wasn’t going to stay sad forever. Especially not after you brought this many sweets just for him!

Lucifer was not a happy demon when Simeon arrived at the HoL’s doorstep with you groaning and clutching your stomach. And Solomon took so many pictures of Luke while he passed out from his sugar high that he dedicated a whole album in his phone to it

Favorite activity to do together: Baking! (Obviously)

Trading recipes, shopping for ingredients together, baking things for each other to try (where really it was just to have double the desserts)

When you two are in the kitchen together, no one else is allowed (except for Simeon, but only if he’s looking and not touching). It’s now MC and Luke time, everybody else is gonna have to wait!

Luke only wants you to do the the activities that he sees as harmless: which is everything that doesn’t include sharp items and anything else that can hurt you

“MC get away from that! That can seriously hurt you! Let me get it for you instead!

“Luke, honey, it’s just an oven it’s not my first time using one-”

Too late, he already took it out of your hands into his own, mitts already on

Speaking of oven mitts

You guys have matching aprons and mitts!!

Barbatos may be a little bit jealous, but he likes the bond that you two have. And he knows that Luke won’t be a romantic rival so he’s alright lol

Luke is your deemed protector/bodyguard, and he proudly wears the title since no one bothers you because of him (or so he thinks). Everyone makes fun of him calling him a chihuahua, but jokes on him, when Luke complains, he complains

Won’t take long for Simeon or even one of the brothers to pick up on his whines complaints if he thinks someone is bothering you

Luke believes that while he’s small, he can protect you and try to keep you free from danger. He may be young, but he sees himself as the older brother out of you both (even though it’s really you being the older sibling and him being the baby). Always looking out for you especially since you’re too fragile to be left alone!

You’re one of the only people that genuinely likes him and don’t make fun of him. You’re dear to him MC, please don’t ever change!

Also, he definitely talks to Michael about you all the time so excitedly and sends him sweets that you both made together. Michael is a proud dad at this point

Solomon

Knew you wasn’t a doll but loved to tease you about being one anyway

Was there a spell that can really turn you into a doll? You wouldn’t mind if he tried it out on you, right MC?

Don’t tempt him please because he WILL do it

“Tell me, MC. Hypothetically speaking, if I were to purchase-”

“No Solomon, you can’t shrink me down to fit me into a dollhouse, no matter how nice it sounds. Besides, I can’t bake in a dollhouse, the oven wouldn’t work!”

“I can fix that.”

You’re very amusing to him for some reason. Was it because of how doll-like you are? The fairytale way that you dressed? How you were still human and was able to live with seven of the most powerful demons and not die? Maybe it’s the way that you still radiated such positivity despite being in literal Hell?

Honestly all of the above

TEACHING HIM HOW TO COOK/BAKE

Poor Solomon doesn’t realize that his cooking isn’t...the best

And you took the best approach in helping him atleast cook something that looks edible

You didn’t say his cooking was disgusting like some people (literally everyone else), so he took that you giving him lessons was a date of sorts

He wasn’t complaining. Your time spent in the kitchen was scenes straight of a romcom (no matter how cheesy it sounds); his arms wrapped around your waist and dotting icing on your pretty nose

May or may not have licked some icing off of you at one point, will definitely do it again

Solomon is a very confident man, borderline arrogant (Oh who am I kidding he IS arrogant). So yes, while people may see you as an easy target, he’s here to remind them that you’re not. And that if they want to try, chances are they won’t be walking away in one piece

He’s powerful, too powerful in fact. He may not be the strongest physically, but if even the entire student council recognizes his knowledge and what he’s capable of, no one should be dumb enough to test him (keyword: try)

But he wouldn’t mind showing off if it’s for you

You’re one of the only beings to ever peak Solomon’s interest genuinely. Yes, he loved to tease and bug you whenever he pleased, but you also made him want to come around you more and more. He was drawn to you, and that doesn’t happen a lot with him (at least without ulterior motives)

*coughcough* making pacts *coughcough*

You were the only thing that made Solomon feel weak, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Don’t get him wrong, he’s still The Greatest Sorcerer, but he couldn’t help but feel himself get weak in the knees when you gazed at him with so much sincerity. He loves it and loves you

Once your back in the human world, he’s going to be so selfish with you. I mean, he already kinda was now, but this time there won’t be any interruptions or distractions around to take your attention

Us humans have to stick together, and what better way to stick together than to be together, wouldn’t you say MC?

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The brothers react to discovering they’re MC’s biggest fear

Wow the last few weeks have been hectic for me. Been feeling incredibly alone and don’t have anyone to talk to and found out I need surgery which will happen sometime soon. I’m glad to have gotten to motivation to get this out for you guys. I’ve a request coming next so keep an eye out. This one is based on how MC has been through so much and what if this affected MC greater than they realized? I hope you all enjoy this =)

WARNING: This react has spoilers for all of Obey Me up to Chapter 60

This story contains: Blood, mentions of death/murder, traumatic experiences.

Lucifer

Lucifer is cautious as he enters the room the bogeyman is hiding in with MC in tow.  Few things scare him, but what does are things he’d rather MC not know about.

Still, above all else he wants MC to be safe. If that means they find out something about him he’d rather them not know about, then so be it. Their safety and happiness are his priority.

As the bogeyman before them begins to warp its shape, he puts up his guard. With their combined power, Lucifer is sure the bogeyman, no matter which form it takes will be a triviality to deal with.

MC is too consumed by fear to see the shock and guilt consume Lucifer as, surprisingly, the bogeyman turns into him.

“Did you think you wouldn’t face consequences for your actions, MC? You’ve broken so many rules, interfered so much, that it's time you paid for your insolence with your pathetic human life!”

The real Lucifer was quick to banish his fake as it pounced on them. With it gone, he focused his full attention on MC, who was completely still, gazing at where the bogeyman once was.

He knelt, taking their hands in his own, rubbing them gently to slowly calm MC down. He told them he was sorry he’d scared them so badly. He would do whatever it took to fix his horrible mistake.

With a kiss to the back of their hand, he promised for as long as MC loved him, he would never do something to make them so scared again.

Mammon

Mammon was already terrified at the thought of facing the bogeyman again. Even a fake Lucifer was terrifying, and it was something he didn’t ever want to see again.

Still, with some gentle coaxing from MC, he followed them to face down the bogeyman. Once they enter the room, he moves behind MC to hide, while simultaneously bragging about how unafraid he is.

A rumbling begins that causes Mammon to jump. He sinks behind MC, awaiting the appearance of Lucifer, but to his surprise, nothing happens.

At first, Mammon is ecstatic! They’d easily banished the bogeyman without a scratch or scare. He is soon brought back to reality when he hears MC’s panicked cries.

“Mammon? Mammon can you hear me? Please don’t leave me again. Lucifer said you’d look after me and I’m confused and scared. Please come back, I won’t be annoying anymore. Please.”

At that moment Mammon comes to the horrible realisation that his abandonment of MC during their first few weeks in the Devildom when he saw them as nothing more than a burden had taken its toll.

He hugs them desperately, telling MC over and over that he is here and that if they wish it, he will never leave their side again. He tells MC that he’s sorry and that he loves them.

From then on, Mammon sticks to MC like glue. No matter where they go, he’ll follow unless they say otherwise. He promises to always be there to make sure they know they’re adored and never, ever alone.

Leviathan

It takes a lot of convincing to get Levi to accompany MC to confront the bogeyman, but he decides to go because the thought of MC going alone is something far worse than a fake, albeit horrifying copy of Lucifer.

Instead of Lucifer, however, what appears is another version of him in his demonic form. It looks furious, its tail flicking back and forth, knocking over lamps, leaving holes in the wall and smashing the window.

Levi though it would target him. After all MC had protection right? But it became clear and the creature turned to MC, its rage only increasing as it began to shout at the scared human.

“YOU CHEATED MC! I’M THE BIGGEST TSL FAN, NO ONE CAN BEAT ME IN A TSL QUIZ WITHOUT CHEATING!”

His copy keeping screaming at MC, looking ready to pounce at any moment. The real Levi for his part wanted to scuttle out of the room and forget what had happened. But he was spurred on by his love and need to protect MC.

Using his considerable power, he banished the bogeyman, the false version of him fading with a shrill shriek, leaving only MC cowering in fear.

Levi rushed to them, hugging them, peppering them with kisses (something that will later bring a blush to his face) and promising them he’ll never do anything to make them that scared again.

He keeps his word and is also careful to manage his temper when it comes to his passions while MC is around. He also does his best to work with them to help them overcome their fear.

Satan

Satan isn’t fearful of the bogeyman as he entered the room with MC. He wants the creature gone, especially after it scared his brothers so badly. Upsetting his brothers like that is not something he will let go of so easily.

He wonders what the creature will become when they encounter it. He doesn’t have any fears, at least any he will admit to himself, and MC has the blessing of Luke. Would it even be able to do anything against them at all?

As the door closed behind them the creature begins to morph. Satan decides to take this moment to banish it, wanting to be rid of it before it caused them problems. He pauses though when what appears before him is none other than himself in demon form.

“How DARE you compare me to Lucifer MC! How foolish I was to expect anything more from a sniveling, weak human. Now you’ll pay fo-.”

Before the copy has a chance to do anything more, Satan acts, banishing the creature from sight to some distant unknown realm.

The threat gone, he turned his attention to MC. They were still as stone, still scared of the image of him. Guilt floods him, and he rushes to MC, profusely apologising and begging them to forgive him. He has done so much damage to his love that he can’t forgive himself until MC is happy again.

Being the Avatar of Wrath, he will always have an angry side, but he does his best to calm down and refrain from getting out of control while MC is around. He also becomes far more affectionate, often snuggling with them as he reads them stories or watching cat documentaries.

Asmodeus

Asmo is worried about how ugly the bogeyman will make him. He knows that his greatest fear is being ugly, and it brings him genuine fear thinking of all the horrible, ugly versions of him the bogeyman could conjure.

The form the creature creates is of him, but he’s his normal, beautiful and dazzling self. He thinks it’s a trick for a moment, and he waits for the form to shift. Instead, it speaks, looking directly at MC.

“Why would I love someone like you? I’m perfection incarnate. You’re my plaything, someone I’ll discard like the rest. Don’t think my affectionate words are anything more than sweet nothings.”

Asmo turned to MC, who was now backed against the wall, their hand covering their face, but doing nothing to hide their sobs.

Asmo rarely becomes as enraged as he did at that moment. He isn’t one to not get angry, but true rage from his is rare. With all the fury and power he can muster he summons a portal and forces the bogeyman through, sending it somewhere it will never return from.

With the bogeyman gone, he turns his attention to MC. He approaches them slowly, moving beside them. He isn’t sure how to proceed. His heart is aching at seeing MC so upset and he wants them to smile that beautiful smile again.

He starts to name each and every part of MC and why he loves it so much. From their nose to their toes, he doesn’t stop until MC is smiling again.

From then on he showers them with affection and love. Every morning starts with a compliment and a loving kiss, and he always makes sure MC knows he couldn’t live without them.

Beelzebub

Beel enters the room first, wanting to shield MC from anything the bogeyman might decide to do. He’ll gladly endure whichever one of his fears the creatures summons if it means MC stays safe.

Despite his effort, as the bogeyman warps its form, what appears is him in his demon form. This form is angry, its stomach loudly growling also drowning out the angry words being spoken by the creature.

“WHY DID YOU EAT MY PUDDING, MC? THAT WAS MY PUDDING AND YOU’VE GONE AND EATEN IT. NOW WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO EAT?!?”

As the creature screamed and shouted the sounds of shattering plates and crumbling brick echoed around, though nothing in the room was touched.

MC was terrified, backing away until their back touched the wall, too overtaken with fear to move any further.

Not wanting MC to suffer any longer Beel focused on banishing the creature. Focusing his power, the creating began losing shape. It fought him, but eventually, it faded from sight, banished back to where it had come from.

After the bogeyman is defeated, Beel approached MC. They’ve calmed down now the bogeyman is gone, but it has affected them. He apologises for allowing his hunger to overtake him so much that it caused them to fear him so much.

He gently hugs them, promising he’ll do whatever he can to help them overcome their fear and to never let his hunger overtake him so badly again, two promises he seals with a kiss.

Belphegor

Deep down Belphie knows what he’ll see if the bogeyman targets him and shows him his greatest fear. But he doesn’t want to admit it. The reality of admitting it is too much for him.

He accompanies MC regardless. He knows that together they can overcome whatever is waiting for them.

But Belphie didn’t fully realise exactly what the bogeyman would become. It began to take shape the moment the door shut behind them, forming into him in his demon form, fresh blood dripping from his hands and tail and splattered all over his clothing.

“Guess you are just a stupid human, huh? Falling for my silly trick you deserve to suffer and die like this.”

MC is petrified, begging him to not hurt them. It was MC’s fear that inadvertently spurred on their magic, banishing the creature without them realising.

With the bogeyman gone, Belphie could only stare at MC. He didn’t realise how much what he had done hurt them, and now that he did, he feared no matter what he did he would only make it worse.

Everyone waiting outside bursts through the door after hearing MC’s cries, and goes over to comfort them. Belphie decides to leave and return to the mansion and begins avoiding MC, thinking it better he stayed away.

It takes MC approaching him with Beel for him to talk with him, rather than leave the room. They talk and both agree to work together and heal so they can move forward, starting their journey with a hug and a kiss.

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The Hybrids

Prologue: Treaty

I will give Forks Washington this, while it may not be Scotland, it was beautiful in its own way. A bit too green and constantly damp but beautiful none the less. The reservation though was stunning, mainly due to the view of the Ocean. I have always been fascinated with the ocean, long before I had ever seen it. I moved silently along the beach, watching as the waves crash against the shore as I listened to Emmett, hidden in the trees and far enough away that he couldn't be seen, wrestle a bear.

I knew he was safe, no bear was a match for Emmett, hell no animal was, yet there was a part of me that wanted to cry out whenever I was close enough to witness it. Ever since the time I had interfered by using magic to fling the bear off him, I have been banned from being with eye sight of him as he hunted. Instead, I stayed a few feet away, and tried my best to think about anything other than the fact that my husband was currently wrestling some sort of animal.

I was brought suddenly from my thoughts by the unshakable feeling something was wrong. Turning instinctively towards Emmett, I was moving a face far faster than any human, yet still too slow for my liking. As it was, I arrived just in time to see Emmett flying through the air, landing hard into a tree, a wolf stalking towards him, while another moved in for the kill. With a scream fit for a banshee, I waved my hand, sending both wolves flying away him. All of this had happened in seconds and Emmett had lunged to his feet and was standing in a protective crouch in front of me. So, they weren't alone then.

"Come out." I snarled, my hands shaking. "Before I make you." My threat must have been heard because a few moments passed a man walked slowly from the trees, his hands in the air. On either side of him was a large wolf, the two I had just sent flying.

"What are you?" The man demanded, coming a stop less than a foot away from us, his eyes wearily looking me over. I knew what he saw, a girl that barely reaching 5'7, a little plump with long chestnut curls and eyes a vivid and startling shade of pink. As he studied me, I took a moment to do the same to him. He was, admittedly beautiful and huge. He easily stood past 6feet and nothing but lean and hard muscle. He had short black hair and deep set eyes the colored of well aged whiskey. He wore no shirt, despite the fact it was cold enough that frost covered the ground, and seemed comfortable enough.

"What I am, doesn't matter, you or your pack lay a hand on my husband, or my family and I will kill you in ways that you have never dreamed to imagine." I snarled, smirking just a little as his gaze flickered towards my hands.

"Davina that is enough." Carlisle spoke, his appearance taking me by surprise. I let out a huff, but allowed myself to stand down, but only once I was sure my brothers had arrived. Sure enough, as quietly as the wolves, they appeared by my side, Cirdan shouldering his way between Carlisle and I, while Nik shepherd Lyra between him and I. My brothers stood as panthers, large and, while I knew them, very lethal looking. Enough so, that the wolves took an involuntary step back, a low snarl rumbling from ones chest.

"I do apologize on behalf of my children, they do handle believed threats very well. I am Carlisle and this is my wife Esme and our children." He didn't offer our names, a fact I was grateful for. I didn't know who these shifters were loyal too.

"I apologize, I did not know that my kind ran with yours." The man spoke after a few moments, his eyes never once leaving my hands.

"I imagine that normally they do not, but we are a special case." When the man didn't say anything Carlisle continued. "My vampire family and I do not feed on humans. Which is why you found my son going after the bear." At the reminder, I turned towards where the bear had been, wincing as I saw it lying dead, the leaves around it soaked in a deep crimson. I let out a soft moan at the waste of life and turned to glare at the man.

"I ask again, what are you?"

"Cirdan, Lyra, Davina and Niklaus are hybrids. Shifters, in Davina and Lyra's case witches, and vampires." Edward explained, ignoring the snarls of protest from the four of us. "They wont betray your secret."

"He speaks truly, I can see that you are capable of great things. Plus I do not wish for our secrets to be spread."

"Perhaps we can make a treaty then." Esme suggested, her eyes bright with hope.

"A treaty?"

"We shall stay off your land and in return, while we are here, we will ensure no other vampires come onto your land as well. In return, you will keep our secret and us yours." Edward said, placing a hand on my shoulder. I rolled my eyes but watched the shifters.

"I think that is easily arranged." I eyed him, noting that his eyes never strayed too long from my hand. Smirking just a little, I wiggled my fingers.

"May I be bold and ask a few questions, I am quite curious." The man asked, his eyes moving to mind. "How did you become what you are?"

"By a very great sacrifice, one that we work every day to make worth it." Lyra answered, her voice soft.

"I see, I shall ask no more. We accept the treaty. I shall you see you of the land and we can discuss boundary." Carlisle nodded and took Esme's hand, following the man as he lead the way. "My name is Ephraim Black by the way."

"It is a pleasure to meet you." Carlisle said, his voice ringing with sincerity. "As I said before, I am Carlisle Cullen, this is my wife Esme and our children, Edward, Lyra, Davina, Niklaus, Cirdan, Emmett and Rosalie."

"Will you be here long?"

"The children are enrolled in school." Was his only response, but it seemed enough because Ephraim nodded his head. I followed in silence, leaning into Emmett, thinking of the three others that would be joining us in only a few short years. I smiled softly, knowing that it wouldn't come quickly enough.

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《 Without Envy 》 storyboard 10 - concubine/sleeper agent!wwx & prince!lwj

Other snippets and storyboards can be found on [Master List]

Exactly 851 days - 2 years, 4 months and 11 days - after Wei Wuxian arrived at Gusu and began his mission as a sleeper agent, he was activated.

That chilly morning, he walked into the pastry shop - a front maintained by a decade-long Wen spy - a walk he'd done hundred of times on hundreds of mornings since he arrived. He breezed past the packaging counter, skipped through the faded cotton drapes, and rounded behind the back staircase to the room where Xue Yang always waited for him. Only this time, it was not just his candy-obsessed, murder-happy shidi, but a face he hadn't seen in many, many months. "...Shifu?" Wen Zhuliu's visit meant the end of his carefree days. It's time. That night, Wei Wuxian did not look at either Lan Wangji or Jiang Yanli when he bid "dianxia" and "Jiang-zhuzi" good night. He pretended to retire to bed early, after washing himself of his servant's exterior and donning his robes of night-black. He laid in the dark, waiting for time to pass, and reminded himself of his true purpose. He was never meant to care about these people; love these people. Jiang Yanli was not his doting foster sister; Lan Wangji was not his beloved wangye. I am Wei Wuxian of the great Qishan Wen. Nevernight is my home. I am a spy. Gusu is my enemy. Wei Wuxian kept his eyes closed, his breathing even, and his heartbeat slow. In the lonely quiet, he waited, and waited, and waited. Until the candlelight around the princely manor dimmed to nothing, until the night grew still and the moon shone bright and high in the dark, dark sky. Reaching under the floorboard beneath his bed, Wei Wuxian retrieved his life-long companion from its hiding place and released it from its sheath. "Hello, old friend." He whispered, stroking the blade edge. Suibian's steel glistened with cold malevolence in the stark, pale moonlight.

It would be another year before WWX's identity is discovered. During that time, he lived a double life. In the day, he was Lan Wangji's precious Wei Ying, and at night, he was the blade in Wen Ruohan's hand, stealing, killing and destroying on command. His assignments were not always murder; sometimes it required him to break into secure facilities and obtain copies of certain documents. He was never alone on these jobs; there was always someone convalescing with him from within. Slowly, he began to realize just how deep Wen Ruohan's spy network had infiltrated Gusu's foundation. In a way, it excited him, to know that the posturing and pretending would soon be over, that in the near future a quick war would sweep across the land and unite the two nations. In another way, it frightened him to the bones.

Wei Wuxian killed 37 individuals within the span of a year, 37 men and women of different ranks, status and stations. He did not always know why these people needed to die; in fact, he often didn't and preferred it that way. If he didn't know the motive, then he couldn't argue against the reason, and thus could go on believing that what Wen Ruohan did was ultimately for the betterment of everyone. The men of Gusu were weak - Wei Wuxian was always told - they were not fit to rule. The people of Gusu would be better served under a united empire. He repeated this statement to himself before every job, but over time, the mantra on his tongue began to lose its flavour.

In the meantime however, Lan Wangji and Jiang Yanli quickly formed a strong plan on how they wanted to live out the rest of their lives. Lan Wangji never quite enjoyed laying with women, but Jiang Yanli had just enough wickedness behind her demure exterior that things were... well, interesting. In any case, it was not long before she came to him all smiles and whispered the good news over luncheon .

"Truly?" Lan Wangji set down his chopsticks. "Hm uhm." Jiang Yanli dapped her mouth delicately. "Now, perhaps it's a good time to discuss how dianxia should go about winning A-Xian's affection. He's under the impression you've cast him aside on taishi's orders and has been giving him the cold shoulder." "I wasn't." Lan Wangji defended himself, distressed and slightly offended. "It's just, huangshu's been watching me like a hawk. I was afraid any further attempt to be closer to him would give my uncle reason to remove him from my household entirely." Jiang Yanli was sympathetic. "The summer hunt is in two week's time, and afterwards, since bixia always likes to finish the night on the river with fireworks, perhaps...." She let the sentence dangle, a knowing smile playing at her lips. Lan Wangji felt hope.

Unfortunately, a little hiccup happened before the hunt could take place. Jin Ziyan falsely believed that Wei Wuxian had fallen out of favour with Lan Wangji and was itching to show him his place. Poor Mo Xuanyu was caught in the middle. Jin Ziyan knew Wei Wuxian was an audacious one, but not so stupid that he could be easily goaded into committing a grave offence. Thus, Jin Ziyan planned to cause an incident in the garden whereby poor Mo Xuanyu would unwittingly "offend" him, and he would publicly announce a punishment that was harsher than necessary. He made sure that Jiang Yanli and Wei Wuxian were near by, as they usually took a mid-afternoon stroll after lunch. True to his predictions, Wei Wuxian could not stop himself for interfering on Mo Xuanyu's behalf. Then in their altercation, Jin Ziyan would fall into the pond, making it seem as though Wei Wuxian was the one who shoved him out of anger. Oh but a lowly servant shoving Hanguang-wang's deputy consort into the pond??! He was as good as dead. What's more, everything happened on the same afternoon that Lan Qiren was scheduled to visit Lan Wangji to discuss matters of court. If it was only Lan Wangji, Jin Ziyan knew Wei Wuxian would suffer little consequence, but taishi tolerated no insubordination or churlish behaviour of any kind.

Lan Qiren was incensed, livid, but he was not hasty to deal the punishment. Instead he turned to his nephew and asked, whilst fully knowing the answer, "Wangji, your household follows the regulations that govern all princely manors, does it not?" "It does, huangshu." "Then tell me what is the punishment reserved for a servant for daring to lay hands on a deputy consort and to cause physical harm to said consort?" "It....I - huangshu -" "What is the rule?" Lan Wangji knew very well that the punishment was death for any servant, maid or eunuch who dared to harm any member of the harem. But Wei Ying, his Wei Ying... "Wei Ying is very precious to Yanli and to Yunmeng-hou. As well..." Lan Wangji hesitated. "Yanli is with child again. It is still very early so we thought it best not to announce it lest we have a repeat of last time. It would not do to upset her at this time." Lan Qiren was extremely dissatisfied with his answer, but conceded for Jiang Yanli's sake. "I'm glad, Wangji, that you've found your way back to your proper companions. This Wei Wuxian clearly has been spoiled to the point of impropriety. His actions today are utterly unacceptable and cannot be allowed to go unpunished or else others would surely follow his example. Guards!" "Detain Wei Wuxian. Have him strung up on a post in the servants' courtyard and give him fifty lashes. No food nor drink. Sun or rain, he is not to be let down until dusk tomorrow." "Huangshu!" Lan Wangji's head buzzed, as though someone had struck him squarely in the temple. His chest felt tight, and his heart ached where it rebelled inside him. "Please -" "He has his life. That is mercy enough."

Wei Wuxian was stripped down to his trousers only and tied up to a post, his hands bound together above him and his bare feet never finding purchase on the ground no matter how he struggled. This fucking suck ass. Jin Ziyan you're a dead man. When all fifty lashes were dealt, even the guards were sweating through their robes. They left him dangling there in the blistering summer heat. A young maid dared to try and sneak him some water but was thwarted by an older momo. "What do you think you're doing, lassie? Did you not hear taishi, no food or drink until dusk tomorrow. Do you want lashes too? Go on! Go!" It rained hard all through the night, only easing up at dawn, but the aftermath of the storm left the air muggy and humid. Combined with the heat, it felt as though he was being steamed alive like a wheat bun. At some point during the second day, Wei Wuxian finally lost consciousness. He was not aware when Lan Wangji barged into the courtyard against Lan Qiren's explicit orders and cut him free.

Really tho, i just want this scene to happen (╹ڡ╹ ) "I'm sorry." Wei Wuxian blinked at Lan Wangji's hunched figure sitting at his bedside. "Whatever for? You saved me, dianxia." Lan Wangji, "But it was my attention that put you in such a position in the first place. Huangshu was looking for a reason to punish you since that day he saw us in my study." Wei Wuxian, "dianxia..." "I find you... lovely, Wei Ying," confessed Lan Wangji with a heavy sigh. His ears burned red not only with the embarrassment of a youth in love but with shame. "I wish for your company, even when you have no desire to be part of my harem. Now I know my mistake. I should have respected the boundaries. I should've known my attention on you would incite jealousy from the others, and as a servant, you have no means of protecting yourself. This is entirely my fault." Wei Wuxian's heart fluttered despite himself. He quickly shook his head. "No dianxia, please don't blame yourself -" Lan Wangji, "perhaps I should send you back to Jiang-fu; I'm sure Jiang-xiao-gongzi would be delighted to have your company back. You would be safe there." Jiang Wanyin had come to visit his sister the very next day after Wei Wuxian was sentenced to whipping. He was one of the most accomplishment young men of his generation, anticipated to be a great general. Nie Mingjue had thought highly of him and had expected great things from this youth. Though perhaps what the late feng-jun found truly commendable was Jiang Wanyin's complete lack of pretense and his short-fuse temper. That is to say, he did not hesitate to get in Lan Wangji's face. His sister would have chastised him, had she not been so preoccupied by her tears. Wei Wuxian, "Jiang...Jiang Cheng was here?" "He was, and he was very upset about your condition. He left many fine medicine and ointments for you." Lan Wangji sighed again. "I shall speak with Yanli. If she is amenable, then I shall make arrangements for you to go back to Jiang-fu. You would not have to put up with me any longer." Lan Wangji stood up. Wei Wuxian grasped his sleeve immediately. In that moment, he could not tell if his panic was derived from his worry that he would not be able to complete his assignment if Lan Wangji were to send him away or if he simply did not wish to part with the prince. "Dianxia - I - I don't want to leave. I - it's true I had once rejected you, but...would you think less of me if I said your attention … hasn't been unwanted for a while, that I have come to enjoy them." At Lan Wangji's widened eyes, Wei Wuxian continued quickly. "You need not give me anything, no elevation, no rank. I don't care about any of that. I am a man, I have no ability to give you children. Nor do I have any family who would benefit from your continued favour of me. I am an orphan, dianxia, I have no place to go. I just....don't send me away. Please let me stay! I'm not afraid of Jin Ziyan, or taishi, or anything!" Lan Wangji sat back down. His hand trembled when he laid it on top of Wei Wuxian's. "Wei Ying...?" Wei Wuxian smiled, still radiant despite his pale complexion. "Dianxia -" "Lan Zhan. No more dianxia, I only want to hear you call me by my name." Wei Wuxian flushed pink. The blush was real, as was the pleased little smile he tried to hide. "Lan Zhan, Wei Ying is yours, if you still want him." The worst part of that was that he meant it. Just the mere thought of being held by Lan Wangji, of being kissed by him, of... so many other wonderful possibilities, made Wei Wuxian want to hide his flaming face into his pillow. Lan Wangji smiled. Quietly, he lifted Wei Wuxian's hand and pressed a kiss to the inner side of his wrist. "Rest, I will be right here." Wei Wuxian felt his treacherous little heart soar: oh no … oh no no no no ….. (Xue Yang's voice in narration: and it was in this moment, that Wei Wuxian knew, he fucked up.) The cruellest thing Wei Wuxian ever did was give Lan Wangji hope knowing that one day he would take it all away.

#cql #the untamed #wangxian #without envy #corie fics #cql ficlet #i posted it and then immediately deleted it. I wanted to add some stuff

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Continue - Part 3

Summary: You have been ripped away from your world and tossed into one that is supposed to be pure fiction. You know the stories, how they are supposed to go. Despite your knowledge, you are unable to change the fates of the Fellowship you had grown so close to.

Pairing: Legolas x Modern!Reader

Word Count: 1,957

Warnings/Disclaimers:  Violence, mentions of blood.

A/N: So this one turned into a beast. I wanted to write in some of the Battle of Helm’s Deep to try something different. Hopefully, this worked out, and I didn’t jump all over the place too much.

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“Please, reconsider,” Legolas pleaded with you. “What if the binding magic activates, again? If we are separated, you will be defenseless amongst the chaos.”

You chewed on your bottom lip. He had a point, but still...

Squeezing his fingers, you tried your case again. “Legolas, I understand. I truly do. But I want to help you all on the field, not hide away in the caves. In a battle like this... Every person counts.”

Thunder from the impending storm nearly overshadowed the elf’s sigh. He unlaced a hand and cupped your face, stroking the apple of you cheek with his thumb. “There is that endearing determination, again.” Pulling you forward, he laid his forehead on yours. The tenderness of the action made your heart flutter. “I will not be able to convince you, will I?”

“Not this time, no,” you breathed, a ghost of a smile adorning your face.

With a light huff, Legolas pulled away to help you secure chainmail and light armor. If he couldn’t coax you into staying safe inside the caves with the others who were unable to fight, then he would at least ensure you would have some protection. The goal would be for you to stay by him as much as possible in the upcoming battle, but both of you knew that most likely would not happen.

Just as you remembered from second movie, there was a commotion at the gate. With knitted brows, Legolas took your hand to head outside where you met with Aragorn and King Théoden. Before you stood an elven army, Haldir at the forefront looking as stoic and regal as ever. Relief and hope visibly flooded the Ranger’s body. So much so, that he pulled the elf into a hardy embrace.

Out of all the characters you knew of, the Marchwarden was the only one whose fate was up in the air. There was no mention of his death in the books. Then again, he had not led an army to Helm’s Deep. The second film added drama with his appearance and fall. But… Could that change?

This version of the world seemed to meld the two forms of media together. You had been able to meet Tom Bombadil and his wife Goldberry after leaving the Shire which definitely hadn’t happened in the movies. And then there was the time when Frodo had to be rushed to Rivendell after being stabbed with a Morgul blade. That played out like the film with Arwen cradling his weakened form and speeding away on her horse. You had only caught a glimpse of Glorfindel after meeting Elrond. So maybe… Just maybe…

It wasn’t long after Aragorn released Haldir from the awkward hug that orders to get into position were sent out. Squeezing your hand, Legolas motioned for you to join him with Gimli at the higher parapet where you all could use arrows until the enemy tried to clamber up the walls. Lightning cracked the sky as you reached your station, the accompanying thunder booming off the stone. Your elf had placed you in between Gimli and him. Despite the dwarf not knowing of the magic that tethered you, he cared for you like family. It was almost like you had your own bodyguards.

Checking your bow one last time, you noticed Gimli struggling to see over the wall.

“What’s happening out there?”

“Shall I describe it to you?” Legolas turned his head towards the dwarf who met his gaze with a hum and arched brow. “Or would you like me to find you a box?”

And there was that lopsided smirk that partly caused Gimli’s boisterous laugh. It wasn’t often you saw that kind of smile sneak its way onto Legolas’ face. You bit back a chortle just as the rain plummeted down on the battlefield.

Then the chaos began. An arrow was loosed early into the throng of Uruk-hai and orcs, sending them into a frenzy. Between firing attempts and dodging projectiles, you didn’t notice the ladders hitting the walls.

A sweaty, snarling orc head popped over the edge next to you. It was close enough to smell its rancid, putrid breath. Swallowing your shriek, you took the arrow you were about to notch and shoved it into the creature’s throat. A gurgled screech tore from its mouth as it feel backwards off the ladder. What moment of triumph you had was short lived as a new round of orcs quickly followed. You opted for your sword instead, strapping your bow on your back for later.

You weren’t sure when you ended up on the ground level. It was all a blur. You were fairly sure you had fallen from the stairs at some point, probably in the middle of defending yourself. You at least remembered laying the mud and scrambling to reach your feet to dodge the next blow before lodging your sword in the orc’s side. Another orc rushed towards you, leaving no time to gather your bearings or look for your companions. After barely managing to take down that opponent, an explosion rumbled from the other side of the keep.

Aragorn.

Adrenaline coursed through you, blood pounding in your ears, as you sprinted off in that direction. By the time you reached him, the ranger was mostly back on his feet. You had only been able to make sure he regained his balance just as an Uruk-hai bulldozed its way to you from the newly breached wall. Jumping away from each other to miss its crudely forged blade, Aragorn and you then lunged forward with your swords, the steel penetrating the thick flesh not hidden away by armor. The Uruk-hai fell into muddy water, its black blood nearly indistinguishable from the muck.

Now focused on containing the breach, a handful of soldiers joined you and the ranger. A mess of Uruk-hai and orc were pouring through the opening. It wasn’t going to be enough. Aragorn called for everyone to start falling back. Just as you were headed off, a flash of red caught your eye. Your breath caught in your throat. Haldir was still on the upper level, making sure his soldiers were able to escape, and he was being surrounded rapidly.

Ripping the bow from your back, you shot at some of the orcs rushing up the stairs. You at least nailed a few of them. Your throat constricted lightly as you fired, either from your exhaustion or the magic warning you about interfering again. You weren’t quite sure at this point. Then, Haldir was hit, his entire world thrown off kilter. He spun wildly to defend himself from the onslaught. An Uruk-hai was readying his blade for the Marchwarden.

Magic be damned. You couldn’t just stand there and watch. Not again.

Sucking in a breath, you closed your eyes and raised your bow. Your chest tingled as you pointed in what you thought was the general direction. Flinging your eyes open, you made a last second adjustment to your aim. Just a touch to the left…

You were able to let go of the arrow just enough to let it fly from your fingers when your lungs froze and muscles locked you in place, leaving you unable to do anything but watch the following events. Your arrow hit the Uruk-hai’s bicep - non-fatal, but enough to cause it to falter. It also recalled Haldir’s focus, enabling him to dispose of his attacker.

He turned to find his savior, his eyes widening upon seeing you. At first you thought he was just surprised, but then you noticed movement in your peripheral. The binding magic still had you rooted to the spot and had ramped up. Your breathing was thin and ragged, vision blurring at the edges. You couldn’t even adjust your gaze to see what was approaching you at such a speedy gait.

An arrow whizzed past your face. A squelch sounded as it pierced the flesh of your supposed attacker. As the orc dropped to its knees, the spell chaining you down released. Gasping and choking on a torrent of oxygen, your burning muscles loosened and you fell back on the tower behind you.

Your head was pounding, muffling out the sounds of the battle still taking place. Warm hands encased your face and lifted your gaze. Panicked blue eyes bore into yours.

Legolas breathed your name. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” you hoarsely replied while nodding, your throat feeling like coarse sandpaper.

The sound of more Uruk-hai and orcs stole your attentions. Legolas let go of your face and snatched up your hand instead, pulling you along with him. The Marchwarden had made it down the stairs and joined you in the retreat. With the three of you, you were able to brute force your way to the inside of the keep.

Cheers and laughs echoed through the Golden hall. The Battle of Helm’s Deep was over. Saruman had been defeated, locked away in his tower with his lackey Wormtongue. Merry and Pippin were safely back with the company, celebrating the victory with the rest of Rohan. You, however, had chosen to go outside near the beginning of the festivities. There had barely been a moment’s rest between everything. All you really wanted was to decompress.

The cool breeze caressed your skin as you breathed in the clean air, your lips tugged lightly into a smile. You had done it. You had managed to bypass the stupid binding magic that kept you from changing anything. Albeit barely and your muscles still ached from how tightly the curse had wound them, but you still did it.

Leaning on the railing, you looked up at trillions of stars in the night sky. This world was truly beautiful. You could get used to living here if you were never to return to your own. Maybe by then, the curse would ease or end completely.

“Meleth?”

You swung around, facing Legolas who had been standing almost directly behind you.

“Legolas!” you gasped, before sniggering. “You always manage to sneak up on me!”

The elf laughed along with you and joined you at the railing, resting his hand on yours. “Are you well?”

“Never better.” You rested your head on his shoulder. “Thank you, by the way.”

He hummed questioningly while nuzzling your hair.

“Back at the keep. You were right about the binding magic. It did almost get me killed. If it weren’t for you, I may not be here right now.”

Tiny tears began to sting your eyes. This was just as real as your world and you could die just as easily. Legolas and the others had been vital in keeping you breathing. And you just had to try. It was only a fraction of a second that stood between life and death for both Haldir and you. It could have all gone wrong within moments.

Lacing his fingers with yours, he spoke softly, “I will admit, I was terrified when you disappeared. Even Gimli was unable to say what happened. I managed to find you when the air changed again. Seeing you frozen with that orc so close… My heart nearly stopped.” His voice nearly broke at the end.

“I-”

“Just promise me,” he stopped you, turning to where you were facing each other. “Promise me, you will be more careful.”

Gingerly cupping your face with his free hand, his thumb stoked your cheek.

You nodded, “I promise.”

Legolas then kissed your forehead. “Now, you did save the Marchwarden’s life, did you not?” He pulled back, tugging you with him to head inside. “That is added cause for celebration.”

“I guess it is,” you laughed and allowed him to bring you back to the party.

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[mammonshuman92]

- Watched - Pt.2

(Mammon x GN!MC)

**TW: Stalking, cussing, kidnapping

Lucifer briefly looked up from his desk, the giant stack of paper work towering high next to him.

“Ah, Mammon. To what do I owe the pleasure of your abrupt company?”

Mammon walked straight to the front of Lucifer’s desk, wasting no time, he got right to the point.

“I need to go to the human world.”

“Absolutely not.” Lucifer replied, without looking up from his work.

“Why not?”

“You know as well as I do that you cannot be trusted to go there by yourself.”

“Then come with me.” Mammon offered.

Lucifer glanced at his brother.

“I cannot. As you can see,” he gestured to the large stack of papers, “I am very busy. Besides, what business do you have in the human world?” He inquired.

Mammon put his hands in his pockets, and looked away from Lucifer nervously. He knew he wasn’t going to like his answer.

“I need to check on MC.” He confessed sheepishly.

Lucifer sighed, and put his pen down. Leaning back in his chair, he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“Mammon, you know the rules. MC is a human. Human lives are much shorter than ours. Taking up too much of MC’s time can be damaging.” He explained.

“I know, Lucifer. But, just listen- ” 

“No, Mammon. You listen.” Lucifer began. His hands were flat on his desk as he stood from his chair, giving his brother a stern look.

“I would like to see MC as well. We all would. However, unless Lord Diavolo says otherwise, we are not to interfere with MC’s life, aside from calling and texting. It may not seem fair, but it is what’s best for MC.”

A lump was building in Mammon’s throat. Why wouldn’t he just listen to him? MC could be in danger. He didn’t really have proof though, just a hunch...but still. He didn’t care about some dumb rule. He just needed to see for himself that you were okay, then he’d come home.

But, if you really were in danger..

He didn’t want to even consider something happening to you. Just the thought of it alone could all but crush him.

Mammon huffed and shook his head. “Ya know, there isn’t anythin’ MC wouldn’t do for any of us. Why are ya worried about interfering now? How many times did ya try to kill MC, huh? And what about Belphie?”

Lucifer was in shock. Mammon never talks to him in such a way. But before he could question his brother’s sudden bravery, Mammon stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

Mammon wasn't without options. Lucifer's help was preferred, but not needed. He was going to the human world, to you, no matter the cost.

After leaving Lucifer's office, Mammon went straight to his room, looking for anything he could use as a trade or payment but couldn't find anything she would want. He would just have to make another deal.. He would worry about the repercussions of that decision later.

He pulled out his wallet and dug out the picture he secretly kept stashed away. He took it when you all went on a retreat to the Demon Lord's castle and got to tour the royal gardens. You were the most mesmerizing thing in that garden. The way your face lit up and your eyes sparkled. You talked non stop about how beautiful all the flowers were, but they all paled in comparison to you.

A small smile spread across his lips before tucking the photo safely back in it's place.

His smile was quickly replaced with a groan when he realized the next step of this little adventure was going to be less than fun.

If there was one thing Mammon hated (and was terrified of), it was witches. Especially the scary ones. And this one was indeed scary, but she was also the only witch left that would still make deals with the Avatar of Greed.

-

"I guess this is the right place?" He asked himself quietly, standing on the sidewalk in front of a quaint little house.

The witch had indeed agreed to make the deal and send him to the human world on the condition that he would retrieve a rare item for her, as she was currently stuck at her creepy cottage that was nestled deeply in the Dark Forest and could not leave.

'Bring me the heart of a mammal, not of our world, that thrives on malice and sadism. If you cannot fulfill your end of the deal, I will place a curse on you until the ends of eternity that will make everything of value you come in contact with turn to ash.'

He shuddered at what she had said. He wasn't sure how he'd find something like that, but decided to worry about it later.

‘When you are ready to return, go to the spot I told you about and say the incantation. The portal will open and bring you back here. I expect to receive the heart upon your return.’ 

He climbed the steps leading onto the porch and approached the front door. He knocked a few times before taking a step back, rocking back and forth on his heels while he waited.

No answer.

Maybe MC ain't home.. He thought.

Just as he was about to knock again, he noticed the curtain in the window pull to the side, followed immediately by what sounded like several locks being unlocked. The door flung open, revealing the occupant of the house. But, there’s no way it could be you. ..Right?

But it was you.

Deep purple bags sat underneath eyes that no longer sparkled. Your cheeks were sunken in a little and your face had no color. It looked as if you hadn't slept in days. You looked from side to side several times, like you were paranoid about being in the open.

Mammon was frozen in place, a lump forming in his throat.

"MC...?" He asked quietly.

Tears quickly filled your eyes, falling in fat drops. You launched yourself at him, throwing your arms around his middle and burying your face into his chest where you began to sob loudly.

Without missing a beat, he scooped you up bridal style and took you back inside the house. He kicked the door shut, taking note of the five locks on the door, and made his way over to the couch.

Why so many locks? This don't look like a bad neighborhood..

He laid down, gently pulling you on top of him as sobs continued to wrack through you. He rubbed soothing circles on your back, trying to help calm you down. He took in the state of his surroundings.

From his spot on the couch he could see the back door, which also had several locks on it. The windows behind the couch had pieces of wood shoved in them to prevent them from being opened. A blinking light on the bookshelf caught his eye. It was one of those live feed security cameras.

What the fuck is goin' on?

By now you had calmed down enough to try and sit up. Mammon moved you off of him and sat you down on the couch, giving you a concerned look.

"I'm sorry," you began, wiping your tears away with your sleeve, trying to stifle a hiccup, "I didn't expect to see you and I kinda got overwhelmed."

He paused for a moment, looking at everything he had noticed that was off about the room.

"MC...is everythin' ok?" He asked.

He saw something flash across your face, before you hid it away, replacing it with a fake half smile.

"Huh? Yeah, of course. I missed you. You know I'm a cry baby."

He scooted a little closer, leaning down slightly to look you in the eye. His face was more serious that you'd ever seen it.

"No, MC. Somethin' weird is going on that you're not tellin' me." He said, gesturing with his hands at the room around him.

The fake “I’m okay” face you plastered on had fallen. You sighed heavily and got up from the couch, gesturing for Mammon to stay where he was.

You went down the hallway and disappeared into one of the rooms. You returned a couple minutes later with a box about twice the size of a shoe box.

You sat the box on the coffee table in front of the couch and handed him a piece of paper and what looked to be a newspaper clipping. You returned to where you had been sitting and gestured at the box, tears filling your eyes once again.

“This is why I’ve been so distant from everyone. And why all of this-” you gestured at the room and yourself, “looks the way that it does.” You wiped away a tear that had fallen. “Start with the letter I handed you, then the box.” You instructed.

His heart rate accelerated, and he gave you a confused look. As per your instructions, he started reading the letter.

Then read it again.

He opened the box in a frenzy and froze in his place when he saw the contents. Dozens of letters, and countless pictures of.. you? His heart dropped into his stomach.

With a handful of pictures, he turned toward where you sat, you were already watching him. Tears pricked his eyes.

You were being... stalked?

Someone was threatening you.. harassing you..

“MC, wha-” He started to speak, but didn’t know what to say. He began pacing.

“It started a little over a month ago,” you began to explain, “that was the first one I got from them.”

That’s around the same time Asmo said MC seemed flustered by some hate mail they got..

“They started showing up more and more frequently. I was getting them at work and school too.” 

Mammon’s head was spinning.

“Why? Why didn’t ya tell me?” He asked quietly, stopping to look at you, tear streaks staining his face.

“They threatened my family.. I couldn’t let anything bad happen to them.”

“We coulda talked to Lucifer and Lord Diavolo. They would’ve protected them.”

You shook your head, “I couldn’t take that chance, Mammon.” You stood up and walked over to him, once again wrapping your arms around his middle and resting your cheek on his chest. He held you close, his wings wrapping around you protectively.

He wasn’t quite sure when he’d shifted into demon form and It was very unlike him. Out of all his brothers, he was the most level headed one, believe it or not. He was the least likely to lose his temper, or to unknowingly shift into his demon form. Sure, he got into his fair share of trouble being the Avatar of Greed, but none of those resulted in him losing his grip on his temper. Perhaps that’s why Lucifer chose him to look after you upon your arrival in the Devildom. He knew that out of all of them, Mammon was patient and almost never lost control. He knew he’d be the one who could keep you safe.

None of that mattered now, because he in the end, he didn’t keep you safe..

He couldn’t believe it. His human had been in danger all this time and he never knew.. 

He thought you were seeing someone else, all the while some sicko was watching you. Threatening you.

He was livid.

He broke the embrace and looked down at you.

“I’m gonna go call Lucifer and fill him in on what’s been goin’ on.” He said quietly.

“What about my family? Who knows if or when the stalker will find out you’re here. They’re in danger, Mammon.” 

“I’ll make sure they’re safe, okay?” You paused for a moment, and nodded. You absolutely trusted Mammon. You had no doubt that he’d protect them and you. Now that he was here, you felt safe for the first time in weeks.

Mammon never left your side. He sat with you, after he insisted you eat something, and also stayed with you while you showered. You already seemed to feel better. Color was coming back to your cheeks, and the light in your eyes wasn’t so dull.

When you got sleepy, he laid with you, holding you as close as he could, never wanting to let go. The last time he let you go, this is how things ended up..

He stayed there still as a statue, silently kicking himself for letting you down, when he felt your breathing slow. Your hand still on his chest where you had been drawing random shapes. You always looked so beautiful while you slept.

He carefully untangled himself from you and got out of the bed, pulling the covers over you. You squirmed for a minute and snuggled into the spot he had been laying in, letting out a content sigh. By the looks of it, this was the first time you’d slept so peacefully in quite some time. The thought made his stomach churn.

He quietly left the room, pulling the door behind him, leaving it slightly cracked. He checked all the doors and locks one more time, then went into the living room. He pulled his phone out, bringing up the all too familiar number. He began pacing around the room when it started to ring. It was late now, but he would definitely still be awake.

-

“Well, if it isn’t the runaway.”

Mammon rolled his eyes, “You’re s’posed to say ‘Hello?’ when you answer the phone.”

A dark, stifled laugh came through the other end. Even from this far away, he could be intimidating.

“Do you have any idea, what you’ve done? What am I to tell Lord Diavolo, hmm?”

“Lucifer, listen..” Mammon began, but was cut off.

“I am going to string you upside down from the rafters for the next two centuries, at least. That is, after you’ve received official punishment from Diavolo of course.”

“Luci-”

“You have no business.. no. You have no right to interfere in MC’s life. To run off to the human world, with the help of witches nonetheless, without thinking about the consequen-”

“MC is being stalked!” Mammon shouted, slapping a hand over his mouth afterward and looking down the hallway, hoping he hadn’t woke you up. He let his hand drop when he heard your quiet breathing coming from the bedroom.

The line was quiet for a moment.

“...What?” Lucifer asked, his tone now quiet, laced with concern rather than malice.

“MC is being stalked.” He repeated, pacing the floor.

Silence again.

“You’re sure?”

Mammon stopped momentarily and glanced at the box on the coffee table, “Yeah, I’m sure. The sicko has been sending ‘em hate mail everyday for weeks now. They also send pictures, Lucifer.. of MC. At the store, when they’re at work, and even some of MC outside their house.” He gritted his teeth. His throat burned, feeling as if it had been burned with fire. The things he wanted to do to this freak..

“Why didn’t MC contact the police, or us?” Lucifer asked quietly. Mammon could detect the faint hint of sadness in his older brother’s voice.

“They’ve been danglin’ MC’s family over their head. Said if MC told anyone, they’d kill ‘em.” He explained.

He heard a sigh on the other end. Lucifer knew you all to well, just like the rest of them did. He knew you were willing to put yourself in harm’s way for the people you cared about. You had done the very same for him and his brothers numerous times. You weren’t concerned by your own self-preservation if it meant protecting someone you love.

“What is their end goal then?” Lucifer asked.

“Not too sure, but a lot of the letters said that they were gonna ‘cleanse’ MC. Maybe trying to ‘save’ them? The stalker seems kinda churchy and they’re targeting MC because of us and Lord Diavolo’s plan to unite the realms.”

The other end of the phone was silent again for a moment, then he heard the shuffling of papers and what sounded like footsteps.

“Mammon, listen carefully. For now, stay with MC and don’t leave the house. This stalker may not know you’re there yet. We need to keep it that way if we intend to protect MC’s family. I need to consult with Lord Diavolo. I will call you when I know more.” With that, the call was abruptly ended. He shoved the phone in his pocket.

He quietly crept back to the bedroom where you were still sound asleep and watched over your sleeping form for a moment. His heart started to ache. The thought of someone putting you through all of this, tormenting you for weeks on end..

You were definitely the strongest human he knew, you proved that more times than he could count. To see you like this, so broken, a ghost of your former self, filled him with pure rage.

He crawled into the bed, the slight movement waking you up.  

“Shh, s’okay. Go back to sleep.” He whispered, pulling to snugly against him. You  laid your head on his chest, your arms wrapped around him and gave a small squeeze before he felt your body relax again, having fallen back asleep.

He missed these moments. The cute, sleepy cuddles in the middle of the night. Feeling the warmth of your body next to his and your quiet breathing. He missed walking to RAD together, hatching schemes, and running from Lucifer. Convincing his brothers to trade him so he always had kitchen duty with you, the way your hair smells, or how perfect you look under the moon of the Devildom. He missed you.

He used to have such a hard time expressing things, thinking it made him look weak. He’s one of the seven rulers of the underworld, after all. As if he’d ever care about a human. He can’t let lesser demons think he’s gone soft, so he masked his feelings, or tried to anyway. It didn’t last long.

You were so different, exciting, even for a human. You were always nice and never called him names like everyone else. You even stood up for him against his brothers and actually wanted to be around him. You weren’t like anyone he’d ever known. He couldn’t help but be drawn to you, which terrified him.

He is a demon after all, and with that comes some responsibilities, so to speak. Being the Avatar of Greed, he would never be able to escape his sin. It’s part of who he is. 

But he found himself trying to get better control of it. He still got himself in sticky situations, but for the most part he was going straight, taking on more modeling gigs and other legitimate ways to make Grimm instead of stealing stuff and hatching ‘get rich quick’ schemes. He was even trying harder at RAD. He desperately wanted to prove to you that he wasn’t all the things everyone said he was, prove that he was someone worthy of your kindness and warmth.

But when he held your lifeless body in his arms, too fragile to withstand Belphie’s attack, screaming your name between sobs and begging you to open you eyes even just a little, he was made painfully aware of the truth he hid away in his heart. 

All he could think of was how he never got to tell you that you weren’t just some annoying human that made his life harder and drove him crazy. You were his best friend, the only person that’s ever understood him, like a little ray of sunlight cast into his darkness, warm and bright. You’re the only person he’s ever loved..

Thanks to Barbatos, everything worked out and he promised himself he’d be different, he wouldn’t hide his feelings anymore. He didn’t care if how he felt for you made him weak, because honestly, he was. When it came to you, he was the softest demon the Devildom had. He wouldn’t deny it any longer.

He had waited centuries for someone to come along and willingly give him the love he so craved. Someone who could see that he was more than just a Grimm hungry scumbag like everyone said. And you did just that.

Blame his greed if you will, but you were his human. He thought he had lost you once, and he wasn’t going to sit by quietly and let someone come in and take you away, or cause you harm.

For you, his precious human, he was more than willing to go to the ends of the three realms, if to only be able to show you a fraction of the gratitude and love he had in his heart for you. For choosing him. For changing him and his brothers for the better

His arms tightened around you protectively.

“I’ll never leave ya again.” He silently swore, placing a kiss on top of your head. “Never.”

-

Mammon was awakened by his phone ringing. Still in his pocket, he tried his best to fish it out without disturbing you, as you slept soundly on his chest.

“Hello?” He answered groggily, voice rough from sleep.

“Shouldn’t you already be awake? It’s nearly noon there.” Even in a different realm, Lucifer still found time to scold him. Mammon ignored it for now as there were more important things to worry about.

“Did ya talk to Lord Diavolo?”

“Yes, I did. He decided that it’d be best to bring MC back to the Devildom for the time being, until the stalker is dealt with.”

“And their family? What about them?”

“Lord Diavolo is sending in a team of highly trained guards. MC’s family will be under constant protection until this is solved.”

“Okay. Oh, uh, Lucifer? Could ya maybe tell their family some other reason they’re gettin’ the bodyguards, without mentioning the stalker? I don’t think MC wants to worry them..”

“Yes. I’ll make sure the guards know as well.”

Mammon sighed with relief. It looked like everything was going to be okay. 

Even if he and his brothers didn’t get along the best, he knew he could always count on them.

-

“Man, ya got nothin’ in here, MC.” Mammon complained. You watched from where you sat on the couch, as most of his upper body disappeared inside the refrigerator.

“Yeah, I’ve been too paranoid to go food shopping lately. I usually just eat at work.”

That hurt his heart. No wonder you felt lighter. You worked at a small coffee shop, it’s not like they had much other than muffins and scones.

Mammon shut the fridge door and padded into the living room, leaning on the doorway.

“Well, I’m starving. I’m sure you are too. So, c’mon, let’s go.” He said, motioning for you to follow him as he walked toward the front door, looking for his shoes.

“Lucifer said not to leave the house.” You reminded him.

“Oh, right. Hmm.” He put a finger to his chin, snapping his fingers when he thought of a solution, “We could get delivery.”

You nodded, “Yeah, ok. There was no rule against that.”

You placed an order at your favorite take out place, the one you used to get delivery from a couple times a week before all of this started. You were such a regular that you and the delivery guy on your route were pretty well acquainted now.

“Alex should be here soon.” You said to Mammon, setting your phone on the coffee table. 

He had been watching a video on his phone, slumped into the couch next to you, but something you said caught his attention.

“Huh? Who’s Alex?” He asked, abandoning his video to look at you.

“Oh, he’s the delivery guy on this route. Every time I order from this place he’s always the one that comes so we kinda know each other now I guess.” You explained.

“Ah.” He said nodding his head, turning back to his video.

“When he gets here, you’ll have to hide in the other room, though.”

Mammon nearly dropped his phone he was so flustered. He quickly sat up, his face turning red.

“Huh?! Just how close are ya with this “Alex”, MC?” He screeched, making air quotes around the guy’s name. His reaction confused you. Then it clicked. You could see how he interpreted it that way.

“What? Mammon, no.” You tried to hide a giggle. “It’s not like that. The stalker could be nearby watching the house. If you open the door or something they’ll see you and know that I most likely told you everything. Diavolo’s guards aren’t here yet, so it’s best if you remain hidden.” You explained.

He immediately deflated. “Oh r-right. Yeah, I knew that.” 

You walked over to him and got on your tip toes, placing a quick peck on his cheek. “You’ll always be my first man, Mammon.” A smile spread across his face.

He quickly wrapped you up in a hug and pulled you close, letting out a sigh.

“The Devildom ain’t been the same without ya. It doesn’t feel like home no more.”

You squirmed in his arms until you could look up at him.

“I missed you too.” You replied, knowing that that’s essentially what he was trying to say. He’d definitely improved on telling you hw he felt, but could still be emotionally constipated sometimes.

He was quiet for a moment, then you felt him tense.

“MC, I’m sorry I didn’t keep you saf-”

“Stop right there.” You said, pulling out of his embrace enough that he could see your face. 

“This is not your fault, or anyone else’s. This person is sick and lashing out because their personal prejudices aren’t enough to stop change. No matter what you’re trying to change, there will always be someone against it.”

His expression softened a little bit, relieved that you didn’t blame him.

“No matter how much people may hate me or try to hurt me, I will never regret my time in the Devildom. I may be human, but the Devildom is my home now too.” You returned to his embrace, squeezing him tightly.

You felt him relax, resting his cheek on top of your head.

“I love ya, MC.” He said quietly. With your head on his chest, you could hear his heart start beating faster. You smiled into his shirt.

“I love you, too.”

You stayed like that, wrapped up safe in each others arms, for what seemed like forever and not nearly long enough at the same time. The doorbell being the only reason you separated.

“Mammon, the food.” You said, trying to squirm out of his arms.

“No.” 

“Mammon?”

He grunted.

“Mammonnn, I’m starving!” You whined, still fighting to free yourself.

He dropped his arms, grumbling out a “Fine.”

“Go in the bedroom.” You said, pushing him forward. You put a finger to your lips when he turned to face you as if to “Shh” him. He made a face at you, but still complied.

You made your way back to the living room, and after checking the peephole, opened the door.

“Hey, Alex.” You greeted.

“MC, long time no see. How have you been?” He inquired, handing you the bag of food.

“Busy, as usual.” You replied, stepping back inside to set the food on the small table next to the door, grabbing the money.

When you turned back, you noticed his gaze on something just inside the door, next to your feet. You glanced down to see Mammon’s shoes where he had kicked them off after first arriving yesterday.

His expression had changed suddenly. He almost looked...angry?

You brushed it off, assuming he was having a rough day or something. Sticking out your arm, you handed him cash for the food and his tip, but he made no move to reach for it. His eyes still fixated on the shoes.

“Are you alone?” He asked quietly.

“I’m sorry?” You asked. You were sure you’d heard him right, you just didn’t know why he’d ask you something like that. You’d only ever exchanged small talk about work and the weather, so it’s not like you were close enough for him to inquire about something so personal.

His turned his gaze back to you, eyes now visibly cold.

“Is there someone in there with you? Someone not from around here maybe?”

The hair on the back of your neck was standing up. The way he asked the last question.. Something wasn’t right.

He leaned in slightly, “I thought I told you not to tell anyone?”

You felt the color drain from your face, your heart dropped into your stomach.

It’s him..

A sickening smile spread across his face at the realization of you figuring everything out.

“Not so tough now are ya, demon whore?”

Mammon can’t see the front door from the bedroom.. Think, MC. Think!

You quickly took a deep breath, filling your chest.

Mammon is right there in the other room, all you have to do is scream.

Sensing what you were planning to do, Alex grabbed you, holding you with your back against his chest, his hand clamped down hard over your mouth. You started to squirm and fight, trying to break free.

“Shhh. We wouldn’t want to make a scene now, do we?” He whispered into your ear. You felt something sharp poke your side and assumed it was a knife.

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes.

He’s going to kill me..

“You’re coming with me.” Keeping the knife in your ribs so you’d do as he said, he quickly led you to his car where he opened the trunk and shoved you inside.

“I hadn’t planned on doing your cleansing this early, but oh well. The sooner the better.” He said, laughing, shutting the trunk lid. As soon as it latched you checked for the trunk release that should be on the inside, but this car was much older and didn’t have one. You were stuck.

You wondered why no one had seen what was happening, but it all happened so quickly that unless you were purposefully watching, you wouldn’t have noticed anything.

This was it. Whatever this sicko had planned was how it ended for you. 

You just wanted one more hug. One more kiss. One more chance to love him before it all got taken away.

You curled up into the fetal position, keeping his face at the front of your mind. Your tears now falling freely.

Mammon, I love you... I’m sorry..

| part three |

#obey me #obey me shall we date #mammon x mc #obey me angst #obey me fanfic

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Because I Love You

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: You’ve fallen for the trickster god, and have no idea that he’s done the same. When his attempts to keep you safe fail, you get into a huge fight. Will you be able to tell each other how you really feel, or is the rift too wide? Warnings: mentions of blood; fluff and angst A/N: This idea has been floating around in my head for a while, and it really took on a life of its own. I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. Hope you enjoy it just as much :)

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Disclaimer: Gif not mine

“Oh, come on, Loki,” you pouted as you helped him load up the Quinjet for the mission he was about to leave for. “I can handle myself.”

“Yes, I know, darling,” he replied with a sigh. “But this is going to be dangerous. I would feel much better knowing you were here, safe.”

“Fine,” you pouted as he took the box you were carrying from your hands.

You’d been having this argument all week. For some reason, Loki had been blocking you from going on more and more missions lately, but he went above and beyond this time. As soon as it had been announced, you’d volunteered to go. But then Loki went and talked to Steve to convince him his magic was necessary for the job and, from what you can tell, persuaded Cap that he should take your place.

The God of Mischief had been your best friend ever since he came to Avengers Tower. It hadn’t taken you long to realize that you wanted him to be something more, though. With every brush of his fingers against yours, bored glance sent your way during meetings, and laughs shared as you talked late at night made you fall deeper and deeper in love with the god. But this was getting annoying. It was nice that he cared about you, though it also made you sad. No matter how much you wanted him to feel the same way as you did, it was pretty obvious that he didn’t. Even worse than that, you were convinced that he thought of you as just a kid.

“Oh, darling,” he said, putting his hands on your shoulders as your eyes raised to meet his. “Please, do not be upset. The next not dangerous mission will be yours for sure.”

“Do those even exist?” you asked with a wry laugh.

“Yes. Ones where you will without a doubt be out of combat.” You frowned at him and opened your mouth to protest. He continued speaking before you could. “I am quite aware of what a fierce warrior you are, dear mortal. But you are also fragile. I will not let anything happen to you. You are my most dear friend, darling.”

“I know,” you sighed, unable to stay mad at him. “But you have to promise you’ll stay safe, too.”

“I promise, darling.” He kissed the back of your hand, making you flustered. “I will be just fine.”

As the jet pulled out of the hangar, you waved goodbye to Loki, praying that when he came back, things could finally change between you.

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“I’ll do it,” you declared at the next meeting.

“Ok then,” Steve replied. “You, me, and Nat then. We leave tomorrow at noon.”

It was a little nerve wracking to be going on a mission with two of the best fighters on the team, but you were sure it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. Loki was still on his mission, so there was no one to block you from taking this opportunity. You hoped so, anyway.

The final preparations were made, and you looked at the file in your bed that night. It should be a relatively easy mission; silently infiltrate the hydra base and download the intel from their computers. It was a small base, only a handful of enemy operatives should be there. Well, that was what you were planning on, anyway. Of course, there was always a chance things would go awry.

Suddenly, your phone rang. You plopped the file down on your comforter and checked the caller I.D. It was Loki. You worried that he’d caught wind of your plan to go on the mission tomorrow. He wasn’t supposed to be back for another couple of days, plenty of time for you to go without him interfering. That’s why you hadn’t told him yet. But if he already knew, he would certainly do everything in his power to stop you from leaving.

“Hey, Loki,” you said, nervously picking at the string on your sweatpants. “Are you ok? How’s the mission going?”

“Splendid, actually,” he replied, a smile in his voice. “So well, in fact, that I will be returning home early.”

“Oh! That’s, uh, great news.” You were trying to sound excited. It wasn’t working. “When exactly are you going to be back?”

“Tomorrow,” he replied. “I was wondering if you wanted to do something when I get back? Perhaps watch a movie or read together in the library?”

“I’d love to, Loki, really. But I’m going to be a bit busy tomorrow. Maybe if we meet later in the day?”

You were always tired after a mission, but you should be back in time to do something with Loki. And if you were just going to be reading, it would be relaxing. If you were lucky, you may even fall asleep, and he would carry you back to your bed. That had happened a few times before, and you’d woken up in his arms as he brought you back. You didn’t tell him, though. Instead, you just enjoyed the sensation of being in his arms, feeling safe and happy. It also reminded you of just how strong he was, being a god and all. You supposed that’s why he worried so much about you; you were just a mortal. His strength was contrasted by the way he carefully tucked you in and caressed your cheek. Your heart had beat wildly as you wondered if he might kiss you. He had not.

“Oh? What are your plans, then?” he inquired. “If you do not mind, maybe I could join you.”

“I, um, would of course let you, but Nat and I are going to be doing a special training routine all day,” you lied. “It’s supposed to just be the two of us. Sorry.”

“That is quite alright. We will just meet later. I look forward to it.”

“Me too. I’ll see you then, Loki,” you said, hoping to hang up before you felt guilty enough to come clean. “I better get some rest.”

“As should I. Goodnight, darling.”

You tossed the phone next to the file and sighed, covering your eyes with your arm. You hated having to lie to Loki, but you’d never go on another mission if you didn’t. Besides, he said you could go on one that wasn’t too dangerous, and the chances of getting hurt tomorrow were pretty slim. It would be fine. At least, you sure hoped it would.

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“They are where?” Loki asked, his voice rising in panic. “Doing what?”

“I just told you, Reindeer Games,” Tony replied, a knowing smirk on his face. “They’re on a mission. What? Did your little lovebird lie to you?”

“That is preposterous for more reasons than I can count. They are only my best friend, but still they would never lie to me. I would have known if they had, anyway.”

“Well, maybe your judgment was clouded because you-”

“I swear if you say I love them,” Loki interrupted, “there will be a dagger buried in your side faster than you can even comprehend.”

“Yeah, sure. Right,” Tony said, unconcerned. Loki never made good on his threats to his friends, bar a tiny prank here or there. Whether it was because he actually cared about them or was just worried he’d be locked up again, no one was really sure. “All I mean to say is if you stopped preventing them from going on missions, maybe they would tell you the truth.”

He hated how right Tony was. His judgment was clouded, and though he didn’t want to say, it was because he cared about you. But loved? Did Loki even know what love was? He really wasn’t sure. Regardless, he should have been taking you on missions with him, protecting you from any danger. He’d seen you fight a great many times, you were good at it. But all that needed to happen was one tiny slip-up, one small mistake, and you’d be dead in a matter of seconds.

“Maybe, but do not tell me you have never gone to extremes to protect someone you care about,” Loki snapped back.

“You’re right. I have. For the people I love.”

“Oh, never mind!” Loki said, desperately trying to avoid a conversation about his emotions. “Just tell me which bay they will be returning to so I can go wait for them.”

Tony obliged, and Loki anxiously paced the floor, fidgeting with his hands as he anticipated your return. What seemed like, and very well could have been, hours later, your transport pulled in. He wasn’t sure if he was going to hug you or scold you first. It would probably be the first option. Sure, you’d lied to him, but he wasn’t blameless either. All that mattered was you were safe.

“Clear the way,” Steve shouted, as he and Nat helped you hobble out of the jet.

Loki’s heart plummeted to his stomach as he noticed a deep red staining your shirt, right below where your liver was. Sweat glistened on your brow as you struggled to stay up. He ran up to you and took you in his arms, running towards the elevator before he realized he could just teleport. He was at the med bay in seconds, screaming for help.

“Bring them here,” one nurse said, wheeling a gurney. “We’re prepared for them.”

He said a silent prayer of thanks for whoever had called ahead. There was nothing left to do but stare on helplessly while they took you away. He whirled around as Nat and Steve finally caught up.

“What happened? Tell me,” Loki demanded to know.

“There were more agents than planned,” Steve explained. “But they took the bullet so we could complete the mission.”

“And that makes it alright?” he shouted, completely bewildered.

“No, it doesn’t,” Steve tried to pacify him.

“But it was noble,” Nat added. “And they’re going to be alright.”

Loki stayed in the waiting room for the next couple hours, running his hand through his hair as a nervous tic. The other Avengers came and went, Thor begging his brother to at least sit for a little as it got late. But he refused. He would not rest until he knew you were alright. But what was this tight feeling in his chest? This painful feeling of anxious despair? Could Stark be right? Could he love you?

He loved you.

“Mr. Laufeyson?” a nurse said, approaching him.

“Yes,” he immediately responded, a slight edge to his voice. “Are they ok?”

“They are. The wound wasn’t as bad as it looked; they just lost a lot of blood. You can go in and see them now if you want.”

“I do. Thank you.”

With a nod in her direction, Loki was racing towards the room she’d directed him to. Before he just waltzed in, he calmed himself down enough to knock on the open door, drawing your attention away from the window and to his face. A smile instantly lit up your features as you saw him, sparking in him an intense hatred at the thought that he may have never seen that again had today gone differently.

“You lied,” he said, his voice even yet menacing. He surprised himself, for that wasn’t what he had been planning on saying. But now he felt angry enough to shout at the top of his lungs. “You said you would just be training.”

“Look, I’m sorry about that. I am.” Your eyes flicked down to the floor before meeting his again. “But I know you would have tried to stop me. You didn’t leave me with very many options.”

He let out a wry laugh. “I was protecting you!” Now he was shouting. “You do finally go out on a mission and look what happened!”

“I’m fine now, Loki,” you shouted back, seething. “That’s what happened! I don’t need you to protect me.”

“Do you have any idea what I would have done if you died?” You recoiled at his blunt, harsh words, making him instantly regret them. Besides, they were slightly manipulative. He didn’t want to do that, not to you. He wanted to change the direction of the conversation. Still, he carried on with his rant, having lost control. “Your behavior is reckless at best. I insist that you stay at the Tower, even once you are done healing.”

He knew he’d overstepped as soon as the words left his mouth. Even if he hadn’t, the murderous look in your eyes would have clued him in. Before he could apologize, take back what he’d said, you were talking again, your voice now a dangerous growl.

“Perhaps you didn’t hear me. I am not a kid, I don’t need you to protect me. I don’t need you.”

Your hands flew up to cover your mouth, not quite believing what you’d just said. Loki just flinched like a kicked puppy, tears stinging at the back of his eyes. It was his fault. He’d pushed you away. Why did he say those horrible things? Why did it take so long to admit to even himself that he loved you? Why didn’t he just tell you how he truly felt?

“You are right,” he replied, his blue-green eyes glued to the tile beneath him. “You do not need me. I will leave you alone now.”

His heart ached in his chest as you called after him. He wanted to go back, but now he could see he was no good for you. Or at least his latest actions weren’t. Had he really made you think he viewed you as a child? Based on what you said, it sure sounded like he had. What a fool he was.

He sullenly walked to his room and took in the space with fresh eyes. He thought of how many movies you’d watched together there on the tv he had installed specifically for that purpose. All the times you’d stayed up talking, comforting each other. Would he truly never have that again?

He wanted to scream, to cry, but mostly he just wanted to sleep. He should make amends, he knew, but he just wasn’t sure he had the strength to. Not if you truly didn’t need him, and to hear that you meant it would be more than he can bear. Loki closed his eyes and fell into a slumber riddled with dreams of you and all that could have been.

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A month. He hadn’t talked to you in a month. Every time he was ready to talk to you, you were avoiding him, and every time you were ready to talk to him, he was avoiding you. It was frustrating, to say the least.

You were still healing a little, but had made a fairly quick recovery. Despite praying for the same to be true of your relationship with Loki, it was still as damaged as ever. But sometimes he’d still make you a cup of tea on the mornings he knew you’d need it most. You couldn’t tell if it was out of habit or if he still cared for you. You weren’t sure you wanted to know.

Checking the time, you realized you were going to be late for a meeting. You knew you weren’t supposed to run, lest you re-injure yourself, but you wanted to make sure you got there in time to get a mission assigned to you. It would be your first time back in the field since the accident. Maybe that was an odd thing to be excited about, but you were. Or maybe you just wanted something to distract you from the whole Loki situation.

“There you are,” Steve greeted. “We were just about to start.”

As of late, you and Loki had been sitting as far away from each other as possible. Today, due to your late arrival, there was only one seat left. Your old one, right across from him. With a gulp, you took it, looking everywhere but him. As Cap began speaking, you dared a glance at Loki out of the corner of your eye. He was staring right at you, as if willing you to look back. He must not have been though, because when you did turn to him, he looked like a deer caught in headlights and looked away from you. The light blush coloring his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by you, and utterly confused by his behavior, you turned your attention back to Steve.

“Ok,” Steve said, turning to you. “I’ve got another intel mission for you, but only if you’re up for it.”

“Of course,” you replied, willing the nerves in your stomach away. “When do we leave?”

“Well, it’s not ‘we’ exactly,” he said, clearing his throat.

You glanced around the room. All the best fighters were already on a mission, and if you were going, it was probably to deal with the computers, not be the muscle. Bruce was still here, but if he was going to come, it wouldn’t be a stealth mission. Thor and Tony didn’t really specialize in stealth either, but it was more probable. And then there was Loki.

“So who am I going with then?” you gulped.

“Loki.”

“What?” the god exclaimed. “Why me? Cannot Natasha go? Or my brother, perhaps?”

“Nat’s on a mission,” Steve replied. “And anyway we need your magic.”

“Ok, well what about me? I can sit this one out,” you chimed in. “Tony is plenty good with computers, too.”

“Yes, but you’re stealthier,” Steve said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Listen,” Tony chimed in. “It’s true that I’m amazing with computers, but Capsicle gave you the mission, not me. I don’t know what little lovers’ quarrel you two are having right now, but you need to put it aside for the good of the mission. Whatever’s going on, you’re still teammates.”

“Fine,” Loki said through grit teeth, snatching his file from Steve’s outstretched hand. “I will go.”

All eyes in the room turned to you as Loki stormed out. With a sigh, you nodded your head yes and took your own file. You flipped through and saw you’d be leaving tonight.

As soon as the meeting ended, you went to your room to pack. You considered trying to find Loki and talk through your issues, even going so far as to walk up to his door, but you chickened out at the last second. Sitting on your bed and flipping through the file, you were reminded of the last mission you went on. But not memories of getting shot; you thought of your phone call with Loki. You’d been doing so well with not crying, but you finally broke down. All you wanted was to be able to sob into Loki’s shoulder, be held in his arms. But no matter how helplessly in love with him you were, you were certain he could never feel the same.

That night, you cried yourself to sleep.

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The ride over to the hydra base was hell. It was just you and Loki, not even a pilot since the jet could fly itself. You spent the whole flight in silence, stealing glances at each other. With nothing else to do, you reviewed the file again. The plan was to have Loki cover you both with an invisibility charm, and you’d sneak into the computer lab. From there, he’d keep lookout while you downloaded the information. Once that was done, you should just be able to stroll out under the invisibility spell. Ideally, there would be no combat. Not like “ideally” went so well last time.

“Ready?” was all you said to break the silence as you landed.

“Yes. You?” he replied.

You nodded, and he handed you your bag. Stepping out of the cloaked vehicle, Loki cast his enchantment over you. Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest as he took your hand. You could still see each other and, and you softly smiled up at him.

“The spell will work better the closer we are, darling.” He seemed to rethink the use of the pet name, but it had slipped out before he could stop it. “I will let go once you set to work.”

“Oh, yeah,” you replied somewhat dejectedly. “That’s fine.”

He kept his word and held on until you reached the room. When he let go, it seemed to be somewhat reluctantly, or maybe that was just wishful thinking.

“This shouldn’t take long,” you reassured him.

“Take your time,” he said with the most genuine smile you’d seen him have in over a month.

You tried to focus on the task at hand, but Loki was standing so close to you that your mind kept straying. It was like with every second that passed, he crept even closer to you. When it got to the point that he was practically standing on top of you, you couldn’t hold your tongue any longer.

“Can I help you?” you snapped.

“Pardon?”

“Why are you standing so close? Do you need something?”

“Yes. I need you to be safe. If there is a bullet fired today, I can assure you, you will not be taking it.”

“Loki, I thought I told you. I don’t need you to protect me.”

“Did Natasha need you to protect her? Did Steve?”

“Well, no, but-”

“And yet you did anyway,” he cut you off. “Because it is something that you do when you care. And I care deeply for you, my darling.”

Your mouth hung open a little in shock. You supposed you shouldn’t read too deeply into it. After all, he didn’t say in what way he cared, and he had been your best friend before all this. It was probably just that. But the way his thumb was caressing your cheek as you leaned into his hand made you think differently. Before you lost your nerve, you surged forward and kissed him. He returned it immediately, though he seemed a bit surprised. His lips were soft, and you wanted to drown in the sensation of him. Your arms wrapped around behind his neck, and when you pulled away from the heated moment, you brought your hands forward to rest on his shoulders.

“Darling,” he whispered.

“Yes, Loki?”

“There are a million things I wish to say to you. But they will have to wait until we are done with the mission and back on the ship. Safe.”

“Oh, yeah,” you said, pulling away sheepishly. “That.”

You finished the data transfer and were on your way back out. Loki held you even closer than he had walking in. A couple of agents passed you, and despite your urge to fight, the god held you back while the charm did its work. Loki hadn’t even realized he’d been holding his breath until you made it back to the Quinjet safely.

“So,” you said after a minute of flying in silence. “Are you ready to talk then?”

“Yes, darling. I am.” He moved, so that he was sitting next to you, holding your hand. “I made a mistake, I understand that. I was overbearing and lost my temper without even trying to talk things out. I am sorry.”

“Loki, I forgive you. And I’m sorry, too. I said some awful things that I didn’t mean. Plus, I lied to you, my best friend. I miss you.”

“All is forgiven.” He pressed a quick kiss to the back of your hand. “I miss you, too. And there is something else. What you said in the hospital wing? About me treating you like a child? You do not actually believe that I think of you as such?”

“I, well, sorta,” you stammered, a panic building in you. Maybe that kiss was unwanted, after all. “Yeah. I do.”

“Then, darling, I am sorry for that, too. It is not true.” He got up from his seat and knelt before you, never letting go of your hand. “Because you mean so much more to me than that. Because I love you.”

You launched yourself into his arms, kissing him again. He laughed in delight as the sudden force of it knocked him over, both of you landing on the ground, you on top of him. You didn’t even bother to get up.

“I love you, too,” you said before peppering his face with a thousand tiny kisses. “And I need you. I’ll always need you.

When you were done, he looked into your eyes for a second before kissing your lips again. It was heaven. Neither of you even noticed that the plane landed and ramp opened until you heard a wolf-whistle. You looked over to see Tony standing there.

“Well, Reindeer Games,” he smirked. “Looks like I was right, you two do love each other.”

You felt rather flustered as you and Loki sat up. Before you could come to your defense, Loki spoke, eloquent as ever.

“Yes, Stark, you were right,” he said, with eyes only for you, getting ready to kiss you again. “And I could not be happier.”

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Daniel and YN part 9 🌗🌗

“Sensei, I think we have a lead on Daniel and YN.” “Tell me more, Tomura.” Shigaraki’s spine tingles when his master speaks.

His father figure, his sensei. Desperate to please, he pulled up the file his rat in the police station grabbed. “Last week there was an incident at the cafe in the pink district. There were several vases destroyed from an unknown explosion. The windows were cracked from trembling so hard. Almost all the footage tapes were melted, melted in the camera holder. When examined, the broken materials were giving off radiation. Radiation so bad it left a cop in the hospital.” “Interesting… you said almost all the footage?” “Yes. My rat got me the only tape that survived. When I watched it, I think I saw them.” AFO tilted his head. It was progressing faster than planned, but of course he was prepared for that possibility. Daniel seemed to be more subject to his emotions than his sister. Over the years AFO did not see an improvement on his mental development. It seemed that he would need to intervene sooner than expected if he did not want to lose his child to a hero. “Sensei. There’s also news that All Might and his protege are investigating the incident.” Now that was a complication. All Might and his other child should not be allowed total influence over the two. It was time to enact a different plan. One that involved seeing his past wife. “Thank you Tomura. I want you to keep an eye out for them. They are not to be harmed. I have to make arrangements. When you find them make sure you keep a nullifier on hand. In case Daniel needs to be calmed down.” With that, AFO hung up and opened a portal to the Midoryia household. He hasn’t gone by Midoryia for a long time, but even so he did not expect a warm welcome from his past wife. And when she opened the door to him, the look of worry on her face confirmed his suspicions. “They’re not here. Izuku is out trying to find YN. You can’t lash out at him or All Might. They’re-” “I plan to find them first. Izuku is not capable of handling Daniel’s quirk if they upset him. And you underestimate YN. She is very adept at hiding and defense.” “How would you know?” “Because I keep a watchful eye on all my children.” “All your..?” “Four years before we conceived Izuku, I donated my DNA for a little… experiment. The mother had a minor quirk involving radiation. From that pregnancy cane Daniel. Four years later, months after we conceived Izuku, I had my DNA donated again. YN was born from that.” “They 're just experiments to you?” “At first, yes. I did not plan to get attached. But I did. And I have been attached since. I was there when Daniel first displayed reminances of a quirk. I was there when YN learned to balance herself on a high wire. I found them when they were lost. I arranged for her mother’s job to move her to this district and apartment building. I’m the reason you gained custody of them if you recall the deal we made.” “I…” “My point is I may not have been there for Izuku’s life but I have been there for my other two. And I don’t plan to relinquish my children to All Might or those heroes. Is that understood, All Might?” Inko turned around to see her son and his mentor standing in the doorway. Both were glaring at the villain. Ready to ounce at him if need be. But without him she would lose the children. “Mom get away from him.” “Is that any way to speak to your father Izuku?” “YOU LEFT!” Before the fighting could get any worse Inko stood between them. “My baby, my love.” She turned to All Might and Izuku. “We may not like it but he is their father. And he probably would be useful to returning YN and Daniel safely. We have to sit down and figure this out. For them.” So with great tension, Two rivals sat across a dinner table along with a green haired boy and a troubled mother. All discussing the custody of two individuals that didn’t belong to them. 🌗🌗

Daniel and YN part 10 🌗🌗

Sometimes YN wished she had made more of an effort to make friends. Yes Daniel was her best and closest friend, but it would be nice to have a girl or boy her own age to talk to. Someone that she could talk about stupid crap with. She tried being friends with Izuku when she and her brother officially moved in with the Midoryia’s, but they never saw her or Daniel as their own people. Izuku never really cared that YN was great at math. The best in her class. That she had a tiny interest in math because the answers were always exact and never had to be debated. He didn’t bother to care that YN liked reading romance and horror stories, that she really liked cheesy murder mystery movies with a twist villain hidden in plain sight. Izuku knew those things about her, but he just wrote it down in his notebook and filed it away like she wasn’t a person. They were no better to Daniel either. He was treated like an incompetant child. Like he was stupid and a baby. Sure he was disabled but he wasn’t incapable of everything. If they bothered talking and treating him like a person they’d see how complex he was. They’d see that he was so talented when he painted, that he could find a focus on the small important details. That Daniel, while he couldn’t understand complex emotions, could create beautiful things. Daniel had a delayed mind, but he loved figuring out puzzles. Daniel loved pinwheels and painted windmills, loved when they spun to beautiful colours. But did they care, no they saw only a child that needed to be coddled and kept away from how beautiful the world could be. YN couldn’t help but tear up as she held her knees to her chest. Why? Why couldn’t Izuku have been the friend she needed when her parents died? Why didn’t she try harder to make friends when she was at public school? Why did she act so introverted and angry at everyone? Just as she was about to cry, YN felt two long arms wrap around her. “Why you sad?” “It’s nothing really. I just… I really miss momma and pop. I really wish they were here.” “....Me too.” So the two hugged tightly. For tonight and every night that will come, they’ll have each other. In another place, a skinny blue haired villain placed a severed hand on his face. Determined to please his master, his father figure, Shigaraki set out to find the two troubled teens. They couldn’t be hidden forever. Besides, AFO should be allowed to see his children. He was their father, by blood. Shigaraki wasn’t an idiot though. He knew that the incident caused a commotion for those hungry for power. Ready to use quirk off the Boy. Shigaraki made sure to send some of his underlings out to gather intel and report whether or not other crimelords had their sights and claws on the teens. He had to be careful not to cause a scene and bring the heroes upon them. As the cold night blew his hair slightly, Shigaraki pondered the situation. Sensei had a wife, and three children? But not all share the same mother. He didn’t raise his three children, but he looked after them. But out of all of them Sensei chose to raise Shigaraki. He felt special. Sensei wanted to be near him. Nonetheless, these two were family. His sorta siblings. And he would bring them home. 🌗🌗

Daniel and YN part 11 🌗🌗

Young Izuku had the foundations to be a great hero. He was kind, string in heart, brave, and a little stupid. Toshinori knew that he would make a fine owner of OFA. And when he trained the boy he saw the makings of a new symbol of peace. Inko was a beautiful woman, even if she was too anxious to notice. He felt this urge to love and protect her. And over the months with her and Izuku, they formed a genuine love. Toshinori was a little concerned at first when he met YN and Daniel though. He did not really understand why they were kept so sheltered and why they were so babied. YN seemed like a capable young woman. But like with Izuku and Inko, the more time he spent near them, the more he felt protective, loving, obsessive. “Ah, good morning young YN. How was your night?” “What do you think. You stole my switchblade.” Inko seemed to bristle a bit at YN’s angry tone. “Sweetie.. We just thought that you could get hurt. It’s for the best. You know that w-” “That you only want the best for me. Yea I heard the same argument over and over again. And each time it’s still bull.” Before either could reprimand her, she stomped to her room slamming the door. Mornings usually weren’t so great. Especially when the night before they had to make big decisions regr=arding her safety. On All Might’s days off he would spend time with the Midoryia’s, sometimes it would go smoothly and sometimes the mood couldn’t surpass a funeral. All Might felt that he should’ve noticed the signs that YN was going to run away sooner. Perhaps then he could have intervened and then the whole family could air out why things were the way they were.

The first signs had to be when YN kept interfering with the way Inko felt was right to take care of poor Daniel. “Come on Daniel, It’s time to go to the learning center.” “Oh sweetie, I forgot to tell you that we pulled Daniel out of the center classes.” “What?” When YN’s face turned, All Might could see that a screaming match would begin, well not really a match considering young YN would be doing all the screaming. He was just here to pick up young Midoryia but he couldn’t help but stop in. “Well it’s just that Daniel learns so much better at a home, and the center is full of so many people that would be mean to him. Besides, he doesn’t really need to be at the center when I can take care of him.” “Yes he does! How is he gonna learn to cook and clean and manage any type of money if you refuse to let him learn!?!” “Daniel’s mind can’t handle all the new information. He might start to panic and his quirk might-” “YOU don’t know a GODDAMN thing about him! About what is best for him! You wanna do what’s best for my brother?! Than STOP treating him like he’s completely incompetent!” Before she could yell another word All Might stepped in with his trademark ‘I AM HERE’ . “Now young YN that’s no way to speak to your foster mother. She just believes that someone more personal should be teaching Daniel these things. That's not so bad is it?” “But-” “IS IT?” “Fine.I’ll get my school work done early so that I can teach Daniel in the afternoon.”

With that the argument was resolved. If only that was the last time she lashed out at them. If only he prevented the biggest fight that broke out between Izuku and YN. “Will you stop pestering him about his quirk?! It obviously makes him uncomfortable!” YN had walked into the room seeing Izuku asking Daniel all sorts of questions about his quirk and how he used it. It would’ve been fine had he stopped at the first two questions, but he kept going on and on. Wouldn’t stop asking about the destructive qualities, or about how his mind sometimes couldn’t comprehend his own quirk. Izuku didn’t notice how uncomfortable Daniel was getting. “I was just asking him some questions!” “You were being a jerk!” Before Izuku could yell at her again, the table and the mirrors broke. Both turned to see Daniel staring furious and scared, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Don’t scream at my sister!” He spoke angrily. He was so brave, so ready to defend his baby sister. Daniel could’ve brought the whole room down, had All Might in his ultimate form not stepped and stopped him. All Might should’ve known not to grab him and held him down. He should’ve known that the constriction made Daniel panic. Made him destroy more things to make it stop. The screaming continued, until YN grabbed her brother and calmed him. They barricaded themselves in her room that night. And in the morning, the three tried to act like it didn’t happen. All Might took the kids out for the day. Celebrating Izuku’s placement in the hero program. The signs were there that day. The signs that they were going to run. That they were going to leave. If only All Might had seen the signs. If only Toshinori hadn’t gotten attached to them. 🌗🌗

Daniel and YN part 12 🌗🌗

Toshinori was a good man. He wasn’t perfect but he was a good man. He had a moral code and knew right from wrong. Though selfish desires sometimes took his attention more than the moral desires. He knew it was wrong to smother and coddle Daniel and YN, but he couldn’t help wanting to protect them. Even if they didn’t want it. He felt like Izuku, YN, and Daniel were like his children. He felt just as protective over Izuku as he was over YN and Daniel. But he couldn’t coddle him like the other two. He had a duty to Nana to pass on OFA, Izuku had to live up to that power now. And he was so dedicated to being a hero. Toshinori wanted to do right by all the kids. He felt that it was his duty to find his missing kids, and bring them home. Let YN know that he didn’t feel angry that she left. Let Daniel know that he was sorry. So before he could work with his arch enemy, he decided to learn more about the two. So that when they were found again, he could show them that he was ready to be a real mentor figure, a guardian. When he entered YN’s room, it was not what he expected. He thought the sullen looking problem child would have grunge posters, a dirty room, torn up clothes and what not. Imagine his surprise when he saw colourful mini lantern lights strung over the walls. A math book along with several romance and horror storybooks. Her bedspread was a mix of several pillows and a giant comforter. Something that he’s sure would look inviting after a long day. There was a fluffy rug that cushioned his feet. The curtains were dark and cut out all light. On her bookshelf there was a collection of old murder mystery and comedy movies. When he popped one into the small tv player, he felt a stronger connection than before with her. Laughing at the cheesy twists and overacting. She was more than just a quirkless victim. She felt like a daughter to him. Toshinori never understood why he never went into Daniel’s room before. Of course Inko was there. Holding Daniel’s favorite pillow. This room, like the other, was a window into someone that Toshinori never actually knew. For some reason he thought Daniel would have soft light wall colors and some doodles on the wall. But the walls were an earthy dark blue. His blankets were patterned with prints of old paintings. There were canvases of unfinished pieces of art littered around the desk and bed. Notes and papers of unconnected thoughts all tucked away in a drawer. He spotted a framed photo of what he assumed were Daniel’s parents. Hidden under his pillows. When he saw the ceiling, it was a mix of a starry night sky but had handprints all over. In various colors. Touching his own hand to the print, Toshinori felt a connection to the boy. It was like a click happened. He wasn’t just a boy struggling with his developmental disability. Daniel saw the world in colors and was just frustrated that no one could understand those colors. Daniel wasn’t an emotionally compromised person with a violent quirk, he was a boy who wanted to be happy and understood. That day, Toshinori finally felt the wall that was preventing him from really understanding these two was finally lifted. And had he been listening to his moral side he would’ve known to not pursue them. But his selfish side won that fight. With his new understanding came an ugly obsession. A protective instinct to hold and protect them even more. Whilst quirkless YN might be strong and smart, she was too emotional and easy to provoke. Daniel might not be safe out there either. He loses control when people don’t understand. But Toshinori understood now. He would keep his children safe. Izuku, Daniel, and YN. Even if he had to work with the devil. “I’ll bring you home. Everything will be okay. Because I am here.” 🌗🌗

Amazing work as always moon anon! The story has become quite interesting! Its inspiring me to write for platonic AFO, something that I've not talked about for quite a while. Him and well, Erasermic

#moon anon

[absurdthirst]

Headcanons on the boys getting you home / taking care of you when you drink a little too much at a party? (Love you're blog btw!)

Taking Care of You When You’re Drunk:

Javier: He’s not one for a lot of smothering when you are drunk. His main concern is getting you home safely and making sure you don’t hurt yourself. After literally carrying your ass out of the party you were at, he stows you in his Jeep and decides that you are going to his apartment. That way he can keep an eye on you. You are going to wake up, covered in an afghan on his couch with a glass of water, some asprin and a smirking Javier on the other couch, smoking a cigarette and asking how your head feels.

Ezra: It’s more of the drunk leading the drunk here. If you are drinking, that means you are not on a dig. Which means Ezra is right beside you, matching you drink for drink. How you made it back to your ship, you don’t know. (its because even impaired, this man knows where to go and how to protect you.) It’s more a matter of both of you pouring yourselves into the bunk you share and thanking Kevva that the sleeping room doesn’t have a large window to wake you up when the sun is visible. 

Mando: Silent exasperation. You were supposed to survey the cantina, not drink it dry. He doesn’t blame you. Of course people were coming up to you and wanting to buy you are drink. They only scattered when he came in, coming over to you haul your drunk ass out of the building, slung over his shoulder. You puke on his cape, which makes him sigh, but he doesn’t get mad. Instead, he forces water down your throat and put you into his sleeping quarters. It’s pitch black in there with the lights off. When you wake up, he’ll give you some bacta. 

Catfish: Frankie is one of those that is great for taking care of you when you imbibe a little too much. He ignores the catcalling as he rounds you up, most likely having to find your shoes or whatever else you’ve decided to take off before he’s determined it’s time to go. He whispers in your ear that he wants to go home and leads you out to the truck. Once home it’s getting you in bed and making sure you are comfortably passed out. When you wake up, he’s already awake with a cup of coffee to hand you along with the painkillers. After that, it’s a hot shower while he runs out and grabs breakfast for you. 

Tovar: Are you really expecting sympathy from him? If you can’t handle your liquor, don’t drink. He grumbles this as he shoves his water skin into your hand along with a loaf of bread. “To soak up the liquor” He tells you. He doesn’t want you puking when you start riding again. He’s definitely not looking back to check on you every two minutes. Not at all.

Max Phillips: You would think that he would be a major douchebag about this. Crowing about how if you were a vampire you wouldn’t have to suffer through the pain of being drunk. But you would be wrong. Max is highkey protective over what he views as his and you are included in that. When you call him, he is there in no time flat, collecting you to take home. He won’t ever tell you, but he put a drop of his blood in the water your drank. It’s enough that you won’t have that nasty headache in the morning before he puts you to bed. It’s only after you are awake that Max’s douche tendencies come back, where you can fully appreciate them. 

Agent Whiskey: He’s imbibed a few too many times himself. He grins and watches you at the party, letting you enjoy yourself. It’s only when you hit that wall that he interfers. “Come on darlin’ we’ve got to get home while you can still remember who you came with.” He takes you back to the house and snickers to himself when you flop down on the sofa. The couch it is. Even though it will murder his back, he’s right there with you, holding you while you snore drunkenly. In morning you wake up to the him fixing you a breakfast that will fix you right up. Hair of the dog is sitting at the bar. “It’ll cure you in two shakes, sugar.” He tells you, giving you a wink when you grimace. 

Marcus Pike: Marcus is really the best. Coming and collecting you from the wine night you had. Walking you out to the car and handing you the bottle of water he has in the car for you. You want Taco Bell on the way home? He’s swinging through a drive thru. At home it’s more water and some pain killers before he even helps you get undressed and under the covers. Kissing your forehead before shutting off the light. Another bottle of water and some more painkillers sitting on the nightstand and breakfast is already on the table. He went out early to get your favorite pancakes. 

Oberyn: Continue drinking of course. He will start moderating your wine, but neither one of you are leaving. The best way to get over a hangover is to fuck and you need to find a few bodies to share your bed when you do leave. 

Max Lord: Max doesn’t drink too much, even if he says he likes to party. He’s going to pump you full of those horrible tasting vitamins he takes. No thanks, I just die, okay?

Marcus Moreno: You mean super dad? He’s chuckling while you proceed to knock over everything downstairs while hissing at him to be quiet, you don’t want him waking up Missy. Like he’s the one acting like a bull in a china shop. When he finally gets you up the stairs, he convinces you that you don’t want a shower right now and puts you to bed. He just grins at you when you come stumbling downstairs in the morning. But he takes pity on you and hands you his coffee cup before going to get some painkillers for you. Eggs and toast will also help you feel better. 

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[the-gods-are-fucked]

They never let you be happy, do they? There’s no happy ending when the gods meddle with you. We’re all just mere pawns to them.

Luke, your fire burned brighter than the sun and the gods didn’t like that. I’m sorry they used you. I’m sorry you had to kill yourself. I’m sorry you had a terrible father and that your mother went mad. Your anger is justified but your actions were not. The gods know this. We all do. Maybe your story might’ve ended better if you hadn’t interfered, if you hadn’t angered the gods with your demands. Remember that when you’re reborn, remember not to be so harsh, so explosive. We don’t want to anger the gods again. You know what happened last time.

You were never meant to be a hero, Percy. Your father’s anger shook the earth and so will yours. I know you’re scared, we are too. We’ve learned not to upset the gods. One day that lesson will apply to you too. The fate are cruel, your destiny was determined before you were even born. You were never supposed to live. You were never supposed to have a happy ending. You should’ve died in Tartarus. Instead, you lived. You lived and you’re thrown back into a life of unending requests from the gods. We don’t blame you if you decide to say no. We won’t be upset if you decide you want to destroy them as they destroyed you. You were never meant to be on their side. That’s what the prophecy said, wasn’t it?

Your beauty was your destruction, Silena. I know you wanted to help the camp, I know you just wanted to help Charlie. It’s not your fault he died. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about how the acid melted your face away and your best friend flew into a rage to avenge you. Don’t think about how you almost killed everyone because you trusted the wrong person. Don’t think about how your mother was right, that love really does destroy everyone. It’s okay, you’ll be reunited with your beloved in the afterlife. It’s okay. Just rest.

Do you think your mother cares about how you almost ended the world for her? Do you think she cares about how she ripped out your eye and watched from afar as you slowly killed yourself? The hot-blooded anger runs through your veins so strongly you can almost feel it burning. Don’t you dare let them get away with it. Kill them all. Side with the enemy. Do anything it takes to avenge your mother. It’s not fair you were cast aside. It’s not fair Luke was Kronos’ favourite. Its not fair you fell off that cliff. It’s okay, it’s not your fault. You didn’t mean to hurt Annabeth, you didn’t mean to die. Maybe you did, we’ll never know. Your secret is safe with us, Ethan. We’ll make sure your legacy lives even if you didn’t. We’ll make sure your mother gets the justice she deserves.

I’m sorry you didn’t get a proper childhood, Annabeth. I’m sorry your mother abandoned you and your father didn’t care and your stepmother yelled at you. I’m sorry you had to run away and survive all by yourself in that alleyway. Luke’s sorry too. I’ve talked to him. He didn’t mean to take your knife and kill himself. He didn’t want to hurt you. He would’ve burned the whole world down if it meant the flames would’ve kept you warm. All he wanted was to protect you and Thalia. None of you had a proper family but the three of you managed to create a new one. Are you still a family if one of you is dead and the other ran away to join a group of immortal huntresses, working for one of the beings responsible for the deaths of many of your friends? Are you still a family if you’ve grown old and the only memory you have of them is a single photograph taken in 2009?

Don’t think about the blood. Don’t think about the monsters. Don’t think about how the smell reminded you of the moment when you found out your sister was dead. Lock all these memories away, hide them deep inside you where no one will think to look, don’t you dare let anyone in. You remember what happened the last time you trusted someone. He held a sword to your throat and you had the audacity to fall even harder for him. Disgusting. No wonder they left you in the jar. It should’ve been you, the voices echo. It should’ve been you instead of Bianca. At least she was worth something. You lock yourself in your room and scream. At least no one will bother you in there. At least they all know to stay away. I wonder what’s worse, to suffer alone or to have all your secrets revealed to the world? Make a choice, Nico. Time’s running out. This time you won’t have enough pomegranates to survive.

Keep your hands steady. Clear your head. Take a deep breath. Can’t breathe? Take another. We need a healer, William. We need you. Don’t you want to help? Don’t you want to make up for the loss of Michael and Lee? You have to contribute something. There’s no room for a useless healer who can’t even do something as simple as fire a bow. Carry the responsibility of head counsellor on your shoulders, remember to keep a smile on, don’t you dare cry. Don’t you dare let your own sadness and guilt and self pity overwhelm your ability to heal, to help. We need you, Will. Don’t ever forget that.

#percy jackson #they all deserved so much better #silena’s ending was literally so sad oh my god #TW: death mentions #TW: suicide #TW: blood #tw: knife

[shepard-ram]

💐 (1/4) should i be working on the yandere Tommy fic i promised like forever ago? absolutely. did i write headcanons for the yandere kids instead? also absolutely.

- it starts with Tubbo in Manberg. he’s lonely and constantly afraid, and you’re so kind to him, it’s only natural that he gets attached!

- he doesn’t show many yandere traits at first, if only because he’s busy juggling his duties in the cabinet and his duties as a spy. when he has time, though, he’s by your side, soaking in the warmth your presence brings.

- after the festival, he brings you to Pogtopia, making sure to keep you by his side almost constantly.

- when he’s made president, Tubbo gives you a position in his cabinet. it’s not entirely clear what your job is, other than following him around all day, but he insists that it’s an incredibly important position that only you can fill.

- that doesn’t mean you get much of a say in actual politics, though. if he thinks something is too upsetting for you (Tommy’s exile, the Butcher Army, etc.), you’re prohibited from interfering. it’s frustrating, but his heart’s in the right place, isn’t it?

- for Tommy, his feelings about you change in exile. you visit him almost every day, bringing little gifts to boost his spirits, and he’s so, so desperate for company.

- you notice that he seems clingier than you’d known him to be, but you chalk it up to loneliness. not many people visit, of course he’d be hanging off of you every chance he gets, right?

- when he leaves to Techno’s cabin, you start to drift towards Ranboo. you’re so understanding about his memory issues, gently reminding him about things he forgot, it’s almost too easy for him to fall for you. a few conversations later, he’s gushing in his memory book about how wonderful and understanding and perfect you are. “my soulmate”, he calls you.

- everything starts to escalate after Doomsday and the final disc war. Tommy offers you a room in his hotel, free of charge except for one condition: you stay with him and nobody else, ever. Tubbo tries to bring you to Snowchester, promising safety and comfort and anything you could ever want.

- at least Ranboo hasn’t been possessed by whatever’s making Tommy and Tubbo act so strange!

- one night, overwhelmed and stressed out over how scary your friends have become, you go to Ranboo for comfort, crying your heart out. “you don’t... want to go with either of them, right?” he asks, tail thumping as you tearfully shake your head.

- “i knew it. i knew it! you love me best, don’t you?” you hardly have a chance to reply before he’s wrapping his arms around you, rambling about how the two of you are meant to be, how he’ll make you happy if you choose him.

- there’s nobody you can trust, is there? not any 0of the adults standing by and watching, not Tommy, not Tubbo, not even Ranboo.

- now, you might barely know anything about Purpled, but he sure knows a lot about you. how could he not, when you have three people obsessing over your every move? he can see why they’re so captivated

- there’s something endearing about watching you fumble through the war-scarred SMP.

- when you approach him, inventory full of what little valuables you have, and ask for his protection with teary eyes, he figures that he can get something out of it, either from you or the other kids.

- the two of you come up with a deal: Purpled would guard you for a week for whatever payment he decides on by the end of it, and if you were still being stalked, you would continue to pay him. you’re a bit worried

- money isn’t exactly a thing you have a lot of- but he assures you that you’ll have what he wants.

- for the first time in months, you’re able to relax. he’s such a dedicated guard, hiding you behind him whenever one of the other kids comes too close, watching the windows and doors whenever you’re home, even staying up all night to make sure nobody comes in!

- you don’t know about the glares he sends the others when he pulls you close. you don’t know that he spends most nights staring at you while you sleep. he isn’t sure what his goal is at this point: is he trying to goad the others into hiring him to give you up, or is he trying to keep you to himself?

- he finds his answer at the end of the week. despite Purpled’s best efforts, you’re still being stalked, and you only have so much to give. much to your surprise, he declines your gold and diamonds, asking for only a kiss on the cheek as payment.

- weird, but who are you to complain? you’re safe, you’re still free, and you finally have somebody you can trust. it’s a low price to pay for peace of mind.

- and then he suggests moving into his base, so that you can put some distance between yourself and the others. you decline, of course. Purpled’s already doing so much for you, asking only for physical affection in return, and you don’t want to be a burden!

- he seems to accept your answer, so you go to bed without another thought. when you wake up, it’s in an unfamiliar room. Purpled shows up eventually to calm you down, telling you that you’re safe now, that nobody will ever bother you again.

- unlike your other admirers, he tries to “re-educate” you through reward and punishment. simple enough - when you behave well, accept his affection, he’s as sweet as can be. but try to escape, or even just insinuate that you want to leave? well, he doesn’t want to hurt you... but if it keeps you from falling into the hands of anyone else, then it’s just a necessary evil, isn’t it?

- you’ve never been so glad to see Tommy and Tubbo once they find you.

Bro I was NOT prepared for this at 4:30 am scahscs my god this is perfect- Tubbo trying to subtlety keep you by his side?? Tommy just clinging to you during exile?? Ranboo just so delusionaly happy when you reject them and come to him?? Purpled slowly going down that same path from being at your side 24/7?? And his education making you so willing to go with the others again how can you kill me like this I will not have another thought for a long time

#ask #💐 anon #tw. yandere #c: tommy #c: tubbo #c: ranboo #c: purpled