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starlightdreaming · 8 months ago

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Lucifer Morningstar x Reader! Ch. 3!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel!

Content Warning: more… angst. with some comfort..(?) idk starve lol. blood and vulgar words. SUPER LONG CHAPTER TOO WOO! (nonproof read too)

Synopsis: after going through severe depression, you mentally and physically shut down.

Further note: THANK YOU FOR THE PEOPLE WHO ARE SUPPORTING MY SERIES (Lululuna) IT MAKES ME SO FUCKIGN HAPPY AAHAHAHHDVENE (this is also my favorite chapter I’ve been waiting to write HEHEHHE) ENJOY READING AS IVE ENJOYED WRITING IT - ✨Lolo💫

Chapters!: Chapter 1 ✧ Chapter 2 ✧ Chapter 3 (you are here) •<•)b ✧ Chapter 4 ✧ Chapter 5

THIS CHAPTERS SONG IS uhhHhahwueh

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After sending Lucifer away, you were silent during the whole aftermath ordeal.

You stared at the ground for a long while, sitting in the middle of the court room, ignoring and blocking everyone that was talking or looking at you. In a room so loud, in your mind, it was deathly silent.

Sera went to you, tapping your shoulder softly, “come along now, Y/n,” She says, softly, “Let’s get you home, alright?” She offers, standing up, waiting for you to collect yourself and get up as well.

the carpet was drenched with a puddle of tears, you felt like a part of you was gone forever… and you weren’t ever going to get it back. You dry your tears, using your sleeves to wipe them off your face before getting up and taking Sera’s hand into your own, she held your hand softly, teleporting you to the front of your home.

“Take all the time you need.” Sera says, understanding how much pain you were going through, you have told her everything after all in your years of working with her after you and Lucifer fell apart. She teleported away as you stood at your front door for a moment, staring at the door before unlocking it and pushing it open with no effort at all, your home was dark from how late it was,

The sun was gone, put away to rest, and the moon was present, subtle and set.

You walked into your home, stars barely dimming any light in the dark home, you closed your door behind you, leaning on it with a sigh, your exhausted eyes felt puffy from all the tears you had shed after seeing Lucifer for the last time, the way he looked at you as he fell, bore into your mind, it’s been haunting you since.

‘maybe it was a mistake?’ you thought as you conversed in your head for the nth time that day, your mind was haunting you endlessly with years of torment after Lucifer left you behind, your heart and mind were always arguing with one another, your heart always begged to talk things out even if the pain was unbearable but your mind was more of in control with your body, trying to keep your heart safe, trying to keep you safe from any more suffering. you just didn’t know what to do.

Tears fell from your eyes again that night, wishing to be held and comforted by someone who would understand the same pains as you, and that someone was no one.

Down at your door you sat, hugging your knees as you cried out your pain, the exact same spot when you cried yourself to sleep on your last birthday, the last birthday you shared with Lucifer. It wasn’t a good memory to remember but… it was a memory that was telling you, ‘here we are, once again.’ and that was enough to make you cry harder as you hugged yourself with the silence screams that no one could ever see or hear…once.. again.

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Day in, day out.

As time passed, you were slowly recovering from the losses of your childhood friend.

Day in, day out.

As time passed, you focused on your work behind the scenes, Emily bringing joy to those around Halo city, welcoming winners and Heaven born angels all around. With more Earth born angels arriving in Heaven, the population of the people grew, meaning more expansions of the city and more expansions of the city, meant you had to work much, much longer.

Day in, day out.

You were falling behind on your creations, being the only ‘angel’ that could make stars, Sera would often have to come and talk to you and your issues of the star makings. You and Sera both tried to get other angels to make the same stars as you, sentient and beautiful, but it was only ever botched and dull when anyone else tried to make them, leaving you at a loss. You often had to stay up in late night hours, until the sun came back up, barely ever giving you the chance to go back home and rest. After one problem, another came along, you began to feel confined behind those four walls.

Day in, day out.

Your life was just stuck in the same room, rarely ever getting out, star after star, it began to be repetitive and passionless, everything was the same.

Day in, day out.

Sera would often visit you, telling you to keep making an nth amount of stars today or tomorrow, sooner or later, she would just leave notes and piles of paperwork her employers would send to you, leaving you in the dust, life became frail and dulling, you were just a machine at that point, neglected and forgotten as you kept making sentient stars constantly.

Day in, day out.

Nothing’s new. Days, weeks, months, years, nothing was changing as you drowned more in more into a bleak and miserable office, you felt more and more empty, you would wake up and sleep, you lost track of time at this point, your office was just a mess of star dust and stars, the windows were black from the dust staining the windows making them unobtrusive, you sat on the floor in the center, feeling stuck and hopeless. Surrounded by the only thing that brought you comfort, now becoming the only thing you were ever useful for.

Day in, day out.

How long has passed? You didn’t care anymore. All you wanted was to escape and be free from this basked room of misery and self loathing, your stars became gloopy and sticky, they were melting in this room like you were.

Day in, day out.

You couldn’t bare another minute in the same room, your arms were stained black from stars that melted on you from time to time, the stars were barely ever successfully made anymore, you just couldn’t continue anymore.

Day in, day out.

Long and forgotten you were, nothing new and changing, just you in a black room, full of dust and gloopy stars. You laid there meaninglessly, your eyes lifeless and you completely numb, tired and exhausted.

Day in, day out.

Nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new.

Day in, day out.

After days of laying there, eating your own stars as survival, refusing to allow anyone into your room, Sera finally showed up for once after eons or centuries? you don’t even know anymore. She wasn’t as loving or caring as she used to be, it was to be expected since you lost sight of you as a sister and more of a machine. When she ordered you to get up and do something, you refused to respond as you continued to lay there, seeing as doing anything anymore was futile.

She commanded you again and she received no result, When she picked you up from the ground, she saw how lifeless you really were, she teleported you to a hospital, getting you attention from the doctors as quick as possible, they checked you, you were alive, obviously, but mentally, you died out long ago.

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The nurses cleaned and fed you, you were barely responsive but it was progress to them if you ever reacted.

You laid in that hospital bed, day in, day out.

One day, Emily came to visit you, you didn’t bother until she used her powers on you. As the joy bringer of the people, she managed to give you a glimpse of happiness again and that was enough to bring color back into your eyes and look at her.

A nurse watching, left to contact a doctor. Emily smiled at you as she channeled her energy to you, hugging you and asking you questions to see if you would respond, it took awhile but you managed to wry a smile and tell her, “hi..” a croak in your voice from how raspy your throat felt, she tilted her head with a comforting smile, “hi,” she said, “how are you feeling?” she asks genuinely, her hand over your yours as she channeled more of her angelic energy, soothing you physically and mentally, “I’m alright.” you responded with a croaky voice, “yeah?” she asks, “yeah.” you respond.

A doctor showed up to give you a thorough check up, the nurse following and thanking Emily as she lightly laughed off the nurses praises. Your eyes were still dull but they had color now, the bags under your eyes were visible from the years lack of resting, black circles covered your eyes but seeing you be able to smile was just enough for the doctor to say you were responsive now. The doctor and nurse left the room to get you your meal or checking on other patients, leaving you and Emily once again.

Emily would talk to you, making small conversations, tell you about her day and sharing her energy with you again to make you more at ease, she even told you how Sera refused to let her see you cause you were always too busy for visitors, that was true but it was also the reason you were here in the first place. When visiting time was over she promised to come back to visit you tomorrow, you smiled at that, waving bye as she left.

Now it was you, yourself, and the white room and for once, you decided to stand up and look outside the window, the stars shined and dimmed brightly that night, the stars were the only thing making your eyes shine that night, their light reflecting off your eyes irises.

with the day done and in, you rested peacefully in that hospital bed, letting the day out.

Emily visited everyday to see you, still seeing you as a sister and telling you her life stories, she even managed to make you laugh at one point, it was a big laugh but it was genuine and thats what matters to her. At one point, you managed to ramble off about stars and the ideas you had for them, you got to show her how you made them, you tried to show her as well when she requested to guide her to make one, obviously it didn’t work but she smiled whenever she got to be given the chance to, she gave you the botched star that was lavender blue, it was small with imperfections but for the first time in the longest time, someone had given you something and you never were letting it go.

You used a little bit of your stardust to make it stick in your hair, making sure it stays there, no matter what. Emily smiled when she saw it in your hair, seeing how much it matters to you. You and Emily both spent the entire day talking and creating, sharing and conversing, it was so comforting and warm, her light was guiding you out of that dark abyss you had made for yourself and eventually- you were out the hospital.

You went back to that same office room but this time, you cleaned it, you made more stars, the neglected ones being perfected and revived, sentient and chiming. With your office cleaned you decided to get a meeting with Sera personally. It took a few days but it was accepted and eventually you were in her office, she looked at you authoritatively, not seeing you as she had once, who knows long ago.

“What is it, Y/n?” She says, sitting at her desk as you walked up to her desk and took a seat in the chair at the opposite end. “I quit.” You spoke, unhesitant, “What?” She says, rather surprised, “I quit,” you smiled, crossing your arms, “at making stars for you and the people.” you finished, watching her reaction change, “and what makes you think you can?” She says with a slightly aggressive tone, glaring at you slightly, “I am my own person, I want a new job,” You say, sitting back in your chair, “then- will I make more stars for you.” You say, your her fingers intertwined and resting on your lap, legs crossed.

She stood up, her figure towering over you from over the table, “You refused to continue your work, end up in a hospital for who knows what and now you’re asking for a new job?” She asked, feeling rather insulted like you can laze around and do whatever you want, “Yes, that’s exactly what.” You smiled, unbothered, Emily made you feel this way, like a new person, she was therapy itself in a way.

“And you think you can handle a different job? even when you couldn’t even handle your own?” She glares, you leaned forward into your chair, “got bored with the stars thing, without a doubt I can do something else.” You say looking at her smugly, making her harden her glare at you. maybe Emily gave you too much of her energy.

“Fine then.” She says, turning around, looking away from you and out the window, she snapped her fingers and a man appeared next to you, “Woah- wait, what the fuck?” He says, looking around the room, looking at Sera, then at you, “You will be working with Adam from now on,” She says, turning back to you, you and Adam staring at each other awkwardly, before he began to wiggle his eyebrows at you with a flirty smirk, “Adam, you are to train and teach Y/n, show and tell her what she will be doing.” Sera orders, you had your knees up in the chair leaning away from Adam, due to him gawking at you before he looked away to Sera, “Wait now? Don’t you think it’s too soon for any recruits?” He questions, pointing a thumb at you.

“She wanted a new job since she failed to do her own,” Sera explains to Adam as you rolled your eyes from her statement, “since she says she can handle a new one, I’m giving her this one.” Sera finishes, sitting down back in her chair, “But we were just about to start? she wont even have time to prepare?” Adam responds, scratching his horn confused from this sudden meeting, “Then I suggest you get started,” Sera commands, going back to skimming through papers, “Dismissed.” She says, as you and Adam turn to each other confused.

You both left together, him leading and you following silently and awkwardly, your confidence long and left you after Adam appeared. “So what’s your name again? Already forgot.” He says looking at you, bending down slightly for you to meet face to face, you backed away from his action, “err, Y/n.” you respond, looking away for a moment before looking back at him, “Well nice to meet you, names Adam, first man, best man.” He smiles, reaching his hand out for you to take, you hesitated before shaking his hand, wrying a smile, “pleasure.” You speak, only giving him that response.

You both exited the building before flying, going to who knows where, “soo, before we get started, should probably ask what you do before you jump in the big ordeal, what do you do and how can you benefit us?” He asks, you flying alongside him, “I can do stellar manipulation, cosmic manipulation and stellar healing but im terrible at it,” You rambled, pointing a finger up after listing off your abilities, “What I can do best is making sentient stars do my bidding, like the stars that are all over Halo city? I made those.” You smiled, “Woah! wait, you made all those things come alive? that’s fucking sick!” He says complimenting you, “So you must be a big deal huh?” He smirks, “Ehh, I guess?” You shrug slightly with a smile.

“Ohoh, if you can control those stars, then you’re perfect for this job.” He smirks as he lands, you landed behind him as you looked around at everyone, them all wearing the same suits, you were confused now, just what even is this job?

“Sir? where did you go?” a female voice asked, “Sera teleported me outta nowhere for me to bring someone along with us,” he explains pointing to you, you walk up to her, “greetings, I’m Y/n.” you smile and waved, “Lute, Adam’s Lieutenant.” She says as she straightens her posture, giving you a short and slim response. “Attention ladies! we have a sudden and new guest! this is uhh,” he pauses before leaning toward you, “fucks your name again?” he asks as you deadpanned, how does someone forget a name so fast? “Y/n.” You respond, “Y/n!” He says, “Seraphim of the stars or something.” He says, trying to make you sound like big talk, “She will be joining us today, she isn’t prepared but thats okay, she will just be an audience for today at most, so everyone prepare yourselves,” Adam says as they pull out spears, making your confusion more piqued, “and let’s this fucking show on a roll!” he shouts, a portal opening, him flying off with his lieutenant.

You were caught off guard from them suddenly flying off, you followed, a little behind but you caught up quickly to Adam, (being a seraphim and all) staying behind him and Lute, when you went through the portal, you paused in the air, confused on where in the world were you? everything was red, the sky, the ground, it wasn’t long before you started hearing screaming in the distance, the angel army was flying and attacking, monster like creatures, “What the fuck is this?” You say in shock, “Oh shit, you curse too? fucking sweet!” Adam says, showing up next to you, watching the angels slaughter the creatures, “where am I?!” You ask with a shaky voice, concern and worry filling your voice, “You’re in hell, bitch!” He says, summoning an angelic guitar made of pure gold, strumming it.

“WHAT?” You say absolutely baffled from his answer, you quickly turned to look down at the destroyed city, those little things running around and screaming, pleading for their lives as they get brutally slaughtered, “why are we killing them?! they did nothing!” You say in a terrified voice, looking back at Adam, “calm down bitch, fuck,“ He says, making you glare at him instantly, “they’re sinners! We give them divine judgment!” He smirks, flying down and killing a sinner without hesitation, “Stop it!” You tell at him, your angelic form appearing from how terrified you were to discover that your divine people were slaughtering innocent souls that have done nothing but accept their damnation, “No, you stop it!” He says, flying back up to you, making you fly back when he got too close, “Sera ordered you to follow my lead, you are under my command!” He yells back, an explosion happening behind him, a city building tumbling, you stared in guilt, you didn’t even do anything to them and yet all you could feel was pure sympathy and sorrow for those souls who didn’t deserve the judgment they were receiving.

“Now, you’re going down there and helping us kill these fuckers or you can sit and watch.” Adam orders, you didn’t have any words to respond with as you looked down at the sinners, there was a young lady who was carrying a child away from the chaos, you couldn’t help but watch, you were too stunned to process anything, Adam flew off mumbling something under his breath, definitely cursing at you but you didn’t even care at that moment.

An angel chasing quickly behind the two sinners, the angels spear charging towards the two, before you can even give a second thought, you summoned a star quickly, tossing it at the angel, hitting them down before they could hurt the two, you gasped, surprised from your own actions, you hurt an angel, the angels you’re supposed to care for and protect! you watched the angel shrug it off like nothing before flying away to a different direction, giving the sinners the chance to run, why was Heaving allowing slaughter? doesn’t this go against the very foundations of Heaven? why didn’t you know about this was ever happening? and how long has it been happening? Sera assigned you here, so it’s obvious she knows! why would she allow this- wait.. does the father of Heaven know?

You quickly flew down to the city to find Adam, to find answers, but all you saw was bloodshed and destruction, spears left behind and angels flying around like they were proud of themselves, it gave you a gut wrenching feeling, “please spare me! don’t kill me!” A voice called out, you turned to see a sinner running for their life, your eyes widen when you see an angel walking up to the sinner, a manic laugh following behind them, you ran toward the sinner and the angel, you stood between them both, stopping the angel in her tracks, “I command you to stop!” you say aggressively.

The angel taken back by your sudden actions and outburst, “What are you doing? move it.” the angel said, trying to shove you away but you pushed back and it made the angel push you completely to the ground, moved to the side, you didn’t have any attributes to physical fighting and it showed, you fell to the ground, looking up quickly to see the angel about to attack, without a second thought, you summons another star, a rather big one and made it push her aggressively, you made the star make the angel collide with a building, knocking the angel out, you gasped, not meaning to go that far but you turned to the sinner and ran to their aid, “are you okay??” you ask the terrified man before you, he looked at you in awe, you angelic features making the man stunned and mesmerized, “yes… thank yo- gh-“ the man choked, a spear through his throat, his blood splattered onto your clothes, hands and face, you closed your eyes for a moment from the sudden liquid of blood covering your face.

You opened your eyes and your eyes widened when you saw Adam and Lute in front of you, the sinner headless and long gone of life, “Fuck do you think you’re doing?” Adam said, yelling at you, you looked down and stared at the red, staining your hands, your breath hitched, you were trying to save a soul and it died immediately in front of you, before your very eyes, from feeling sympathy and sorrow, you clutched your hands tightly, a fit of rage riling up inside you, “ADAM! THIS STOPS NOW!” You shout, your angelic appearance in full as you flew into the air, cosmic dust following your form, your wings emitted cosmic dust, along with your hands, star dust following suit.

You glared at Adam, Lute glaring back at you, sensing you were about to become a threat, she immediately charged at you before swinging at you, you immediately summoned a star as a shield, side eyeing her, you made the star push her down, away from you, another star attacking her swiftly and powerfully, knocking her out too, Adam watched it happen so quickly, “What the fuck was that? what did you do to Lute?!” He says, going after you next, he was much slower but he managed to fight off your stars as he kept swinging at you, you being the faster flying, dodged easily, they may have been more experienced than you but they were so damn sloppy with their attacks. not to mention as a seraphim, you are much more stronger.

You flew higher into the air, a radiant aura forming around you, “This massacre ends now, Adam.” you say in a monotone voice, focusing on your power as you began to summon multiple stars, making all sentient at once, you were using a lot of stamina for this but you were willing to do this if it meant stopping this meaningless wrath of judgment.

You had made stars fall, multiple stars stuck onto Adam as he tried to fight them off but you made the goopy ones specifically for him, eventually he was invulnerable to move, the stars sticky and drippy, making it hard for him to struggle, you glared at Adam silently as he began to curse you out, you made a big star float flatly, carrying Lute back into the portal along with Adam as the stars took his guitar and carried it with him separately, your other stars retrieved the other angels in this army, dragging them all back forcefully to the portal, you made the other spare stars fly up to the skies and make it rain stardust in the skies, the dust was full of healing properties, making sure the sinners that survived could heal physical injuries, you hoped it was enough for them since you weren’t very experienced with the healing attributes you had, feeling your stamina drained, you flew back to the portal, closing it as you flew to the grounds of Heavens cloud, panting heavily, you had never used that much of your abilities like that before, all at once in fact.

You looked up to see Adam pissed off at, struggling to break free from goopy stars you still had on him, you laughed lightly at this, that shits kinda funny.

You splat onto the cloud, face first, regaining your stamina for a bit, meanwhile the whole army Adam had was conversing in confusing, they tried to help Adam get out of the goop but that only made the. stuck with him, you turned to lay on your back, wings following and looked up to the sky, for once, you felt rather proud of yourself for being able to full something like that but now it was the worse part to come, after recollecting your energy, you got up and flew off, dragging Adam with you, the stars of goop following as he muffled our screams.

When you returned to Sera’s office, you busted down the door with any respect, “Sera!” you shouted angrily, “We need to take about this job offer.” you grumbled, slamming your hands down her desk, the goop of stars putting Adam down as he deadpanned at you and Sera. Sera’s eyes widened from your sudden outburst and the blood covering your body, “I assume you couldn’t handle it?” Sera asked, after recollecting herself, “Handle it? I more than handled it, I dragged a whole fucking army back into Heaven!” You screamed, Sera glared as she stood up, “That was not your job, your job was to follow Adams orders!” she spoke back sternly, “This job and his orders are hypocritical to what we believe in! this is conflicting to the foundation of Heaven!” You argued back as Adam watched, Sera stared at you before sighing, “Can we speak alone about this?” she requests, eyeing Adam, signaling you to let him leave, “fine.” you scowl at her in detestation, you snap your fingers and the goop evaporated, also summoning his guitar to give back to him, “Christ, you’re a crazy bitch, you know that?” He says insultingly, he spoke as soon he got his guitar but you ignored him as the ordered the with a swift of your finger, the stars dragged him out the room and shut the door, all while you stared at Sera with displeasure.

“Why would you let winners and heaven born give divine judgment to sinners? What was your plan? What the fuck even is this job??” You began, hostility filling your voice. “The sinners were uprising, they were getting more and more bigger in population!” Sera responds, beginning her explanation, “and?” you asked unconvinced, “They were getting stronger, of they become to powerful, they may even reach the Heavens! they would take over and spread evil all over our realm.” She continues as you scoff, “and why would you think that? you doubting your fathers abilities to keep that under control?” you point out as she looks away, making you ponder, “does he even know you’re allowing your people to slaughter souls?” You ask.

She glared at you as she sat up in her seat, “He doesn’t and won’t know.” she says calmly and authoritatively, “seriously?! you’re doing this behind his back?!” You say, raising your voice in shock and anger, “unbelievable!” You say as you step beck from her desk, turning to leave her office, “and where do you think you’re going?” She asks, “where am I going? i’m going to tell all of Heaven on what the fuck you’re doing thats what!” you shout back, opening the door to leave but it shits immediately, Sera now in front of you, “you’re not going anywhere.” she says darkly, her figure towering over you as eyes appeared over her body, her angelic form showing.

You stepped back, looking at her staring daggers at her as she stepped closer to you, “and what makes you think I can’t?” you taunt, as she stood tall in front of you, “you will be silenced.” She says as pulls out an angelic spear of her own, knowing that she was threatening your life now, “What will Emily think when she finds you slaughtered her own sister?” You ask, putting up a facade of bravery, trying not show that she was getting to you, “Emily is not your sister.” Sera says aggressively and threateningly with pure hostility in her voice, seeing as that got to her it made you smug, “We’ll see when she finds out about how you allow her people kill the innocent.” You smirk with a shit-eating grin, knowing that no matter what she did, it wouldn’t turn out well for her.

It in-fact: did not turn out well for you, “We’ll see, when you’re gone for good.” She says as she swiftly moved you too quickly for you to react, her angelic spear carving your back, a mass amount of pain following as you screamed, you fell forward as she pushed you down as she stabbed her spear through her wing, making you wince in pain, adrenaline fueling your body from the shock that she actually took this path of violence. You tried to get up but she stepped on your back, pushing you back down, you look up at her in fear, her cold dead eyes staring into yours, “long before you know it, Emily will forget you even exist.” She says, swinging at your back again as you scream from agony, golden blood now mixing into the dried blood that covered you, you were shaking from terror and pain, she picked you up from your neck, as you struggled in her grasp, “stop- it!-“ you begged, trying to breathe, trying to kick her off you as golden blood dripped onto the ground in her office, she didn’t respond as she opened a portal, you turned to look, the familiar red skies before your very eyes, you turn to Sera desperately, “Don’t do this!-“ you gasped, struggling more in desperation, “You can’t!” You say, trying to pull her grasp off you, you were losing air and the stamina in your body.

“But I will.” She says with no solace or pity in her voice, she threw you into the portal with a second thought, closing it quickly, you gasped for air, adrenaline fueling your body as you regained oxygen to breathe but that was the least of your worries now, you were falling and your wings were to injured to fly, you were panicking as you tried to use your wings to fly but the pain was to unbearable, you saw your stars in the sky from earlier, protecting the sinners, thats it! thats your only ticket, you immediately tried to summon stars but it was a struggle to do so from how much power you already used from earlier, you had to overexert your abilities again, you mustered all the strength you had left within you, your angelic form showing as a bright colorful aura gleamed around you, you summoned stars but it was so hard to focus with adrenaline and panic that was fueling your body, you manage to make some stars but they were falling with you, some staying in place in the air for you to land on but you would quickly bounce off them from impact, you couldn’t focus at all, the sky rained stars that you had tried to quickly make but failed to use, it was too late as you crashed into the ground, a crater formed around you.

Your whole body hurt, it hurt more than anything you felt before, you weakly tried to sit up, you look at something glowing on the ground, you look to see a lavender blue star, the imperfect perfect star Emily had gifted you fell out of your hair, you winced in pain as your reached for the star, grabbed it and holding it to your chest as you laid back onto the ground, completely lost of any stamina and energy left to give.

Golden blood began to surround and puddle around you, the adrenaline and pain was the only thing keeping you awake right now, you laid there weakly, looking at the now red skies, you couldn’t do anything but only to try and breathe, trying to stay away, you were alone and no one in hell was going to go and try to save you. You were helpless, alone, once again. You couldn’t help but cry, scream in pain, why was this always happening to you? Why couldn’t you just find happiness? Why couldn’t the universe- help its only and dearest child? Your screams were so loud but they always heard im deaf ears, why did fate choose you to suffer this path? you screamed until you couldn’t anymore, you stared at the red sky as you waited for your in pending death. While looking at the sky, you see the stars shift toward you, raining their star dust onto you, the dust leaving soft touches on your skin, they felt like cool kisses, soothing your pain, you smiled weakly at your creations, your eyes feeling heavy as they tried closing, you fighting to keep them open but you eventually lost that battle.

eventually, everything went to black.

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 8 days ago

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Whatever You Want

Basil Stitt x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 29: Hair Pulling

Summary: You take care of Basil.

A/N: I'm so tired.

Warnings: Hair Pulling (Basil receiving), pegging, anal sex, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 440

Basil whines low in his throat, his breathing coming out in rapid pants as you pull on his hair.

His back is bowed, his fingers digging into the bedding.

“Please, oh god,” he sobs, his body shaking as you pound into him with the strap, the sound echoing around the bedroom.

His cock rubs against the mattress, pushed back and forth with every deep thrust of your hips. His lower half is completely pressed to the bed, utterly at your mercy.

Precum soaks into the sheets as the cotton kneads against his dick, the squeaking of the bedframe and thumps as the bed moves adding to his moans and cries.

He’d started off with his hands on the bed and feet on the floor, but with every deep stroke, his muscles turned more and more to jelly under your direction. He was practically a puddle now. Begging for his pleasure as his release hurtled closer and closer, completely under your spell.

You pick up your pace, changing the angle so that you can hit his prostate head on.

“Fuck!” Tears build in the corner of his eyes, mix with the sweat on his skin. You said you’d make him forget about wearing the paper bag, make him forget his own name. He's so lightheaded that he’s nearly there, nearly floating and lost in bliss.

His balls tighten, the heady sensation twisting and turning in his stomach as his cock hardens and begins to pulse.

Basil cries out when he comes, loud and deep as he spurts all over the sheets. His cum smearing up his stomach as you slow.

“No,” he sobs, weak and drained, he lifts his left leg weakly at the knee. “No, please.”

You loosen your grip on his hair and still, leaning forward quickly and kiss his back. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You okay?”

He hmphs, swallowing, and rocking his hips weakly, “Please don’t stop?”

“Oh,” you smile and start to gently ease the strap in and out, savouring the little sounds and mewls that fall from his lips. “Greedy thing wants more?”

He nods desperately, arching his back again and blindly groping behind him for your hand.

You giggle as you sit back up and give him your hand, he quickly places it on top of his head, closing his fist around yours.

“Pull, please.”

“Anything baby wants,” you purr and he whines happily, wriggling as you start to rock harder, making his ass jiggle.

He bites his lip as he moans, his eyes half closed. “Ugh, yes, please, anything I want,” he hums happily, his cock twitching between his stomach and the wet, slippery mattress.

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earl-grey-teacake · 9 months ago

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Baby!Loscar Oneshot- Stuffed Animals

I can't write 1k+ fics on the weekdays so please accept this little piece as a Valentines day gift! Everyone I've met has been so kind so I wanted to say thank you for being interested in my work.

❤️

"Lo! Lo!" Oscar held up the teddy bear and shook it.

"Yes, Oscar. That's Logan's bear." Lando said, not looking up from Carlos's computer. The two of them were debating over Winter break plans.

"Lo!Lo!" His voice becoming angrier and any parent could tell this was the precursor to tears and tantrums.

"I know, baby. But Logan is on vacation with his parents and we can't call them right now. It's really late in California."

Oscar, who had no understanding of time zones, or really time for that matter, stomped his foot. Lando thought he looked like a rabbit thumping it's legs and found it incredibly cute, but refrained from laughing since it would likely earn the toddler's ire.

"Logan will be back soon. He gave you his teddy bear to hold onto until then." Lando smiled and picked Oscar up.

He shook the bear and played with its arms, but it only made Oscar hug it tighter. The last time he didn't hug it tightly, Carlos had put the poor bear in the washer. Oscar watched helplessly through the glass screen as the last thing he had from his best friend be violently thrown around in the washing machine. Carlos would defend his actions by saying it was necessary since Oscar dropped it in a puddle on their morning walk.

"Lo..." Oscar hugged the bear tightly to his chest.

"It'll be okay. Logan will be home before you know it. Besides, he has to return your koala to you." Carlos reached over, laughing at how much tighter Oscar held onto the bear.

****

"Ko-a-la. Can you say Koala?" George enunciated.

"Ko-a." Logan tried his best, the gray koala hugged tightly to his chest.

"No, cola is the soda. Ko-a-la."

"Ko-a."

"No." George said flatly.

"He's too little, Georgie. He can't pronounce words like that." Alex laughed, sitting on the other side of the bed with Logan sitting propped up on a pillow between them.

Logan held up the stuffed toy for Alex to see. "O! O!"

"Yes, that's Oscar's koala."

Logan pointed to George's phone that was sitting on the bed and waved the koala around. "O! O!"

"I'm sorry, you can't call Oscar right now. It's 2:00 AM over there." Alex gently said.

Logan looked over to George with the biggest, pleading eyes George had ever seen in the hopes of getting a different response. "No, it is just too late to call right now. There's an eight hour time difference."

"O?" Logan said softly. Maybe this time will be it. Maybe if he asked it softly, his parents can let him call Oscar. He hasn't talked to Oscar in a week.

George picked up Logan and pulled him into a hug. "It's okay. You'll see Oscar again soon."

When Logan fell asleep, Alex carefully extracted the koala from his grasp and brought it over to the sink to be cleaned. "I thought he was never going to let go of that toy."

"I'm amazed, it dried properly considering he threw it into the pool twice." George laughed.

****

"Lo!"

"O!"

The two babies reached out for each other as Oscar was placed in the play pen. The clapped, and hugged and chattered on in their own little language and in their own little world.

"Here's Logan's bear. It's already been in the washer twice since Oscar keeps dropping it on our walks." Lando handed it over to Alex. "He throws it and then cries when we washes it."

"Here's Oscar's koala. At least he lets to wash it, we have to wait until he falls asleep because extracting it from his arms."

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patriwoso · 1 year ago

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with moose

alexia putellas x child!reader

You skip into the training centre, holding mama's hand and clutching your stuffed moose that was gifted to you from Ingrid and Mapi in your other.

"Mama, how long today?" You ask, looking up and your mama with big blue eyes, your blonde hair tied neatly into two small braids.

"4 hours today, babygirl. Not as long as yesterday." Alexia picks you up and carries you in when your walk becomes sluggish and she decides she cannot wait for you to pick up speed again.

You insisted you wore your Barcelona jersey with your shorts today instead of the matching top that would usually go with it. Choosing your purple away jersey with MARÍA LEÓN 4 on the back.

"I play toys with Mapi today." You tell your mama, dropping your head on her shoulder as she carries you through the building and to the canteen where a few of her teammates are already sat eating breakfast.

"Hola Y/N!" Aitana smiles to you as your carried past her table.

"Beunos dias y/n" The canteen chefs smile to you, Alexia holding you on her hip still as you tell her what breakfast foods to put on your plate.

"Grapes mama." You watch carefully as she puts each one onto the plate next to your sausage, making sure they don't touch otherwise it would send you into a complete meltdown and no one wanted that at 8 in the morning.

Once your meal had been plated up for you, Alexia sat you down at a table with Mapi and Ingrid before getting her own breakfast.

"I got moose today, Ingy!" You grin and lift up your moose to show Ingrid, using the nickname you have always used since you couldn't pronounce the norwegians name correctly. You get a little too excited though, putting your moose onto the table to show her and knocking over your juice cup in the process, it spilling all down your lap.

"Mama!" You shout, bottom lip trembling and tear beginning to fall down, earning the attention of your mama by the sounds of wailing and crying. Mapi and Ingrid try to help you with some tissue and napkins to soak up the liquid on your legs but you cry louder for Alexia.

"Oh princesa." She sighs, picking you up from the juice puddle your sat in.

Your cries earn the attention from everyone in the canteen, only telling them what's wrong when they see the soggy bottoms and the drink dripping onto the floor.

Alexia shushes you and wipes your teary cheeks, taking you out of the canteen to change your wet clothes.

In the locker room she sits you on her lap and takes off your soggy shorts, pulling on a fresh pair from your peppa pig backpack.

"All clean y/n/n." Alexia smiles down at you and you bury your head into her. "Let's go finish breakfast."

You toddle back into the canteen and find the soggy juice spot no longer soggy. Ingrid had put your moose in the window so the sun would dry it off.

"Look Mapi" You grin as you eat your sausage, turning around so she can see her name on your shirt.

"Wow! Does that mean you'll be my partner today in training? We will kick the ball together, yeh?" She smiles, reaching to help chop up more sausage for you.

You nod, shoving more of the food into your mouth before your mama tells you to stop eating so much in one go and to use the fork next to your plate.

"Mama where Patri and Pina?" You ask, searching around the room for your other favourite duo. "I want to sit on Patri's lap Mama." You slide off of the seat but before you dash off your stopped.

"Mi amor, you only see Patri if she has finished her breakfast." She tells you, looking around herself to see Patri and Pina sat on a table with Mariona, Cata and Laia.

You nod eagerly and run over to Patri.

"Patri! Patri! Patri!" You put your arms up and stomp your feet, hoping she'll pick you up on sit you on your lap.

With you luck, she does. Who wouldn't?

"Buenos dias chica." She picks you up and pops you on her lap. You go shy and suck on your thumb, turning your head away from the rest of the table. You can hear your mama asking Patri if it was ok for you to sit with her, hearing the answer you relax more and cuddle your favourite midfielder.

Jona let's you out onto the field to watch the training session. You hold Alexia's hand as you walk out along with the other girls, looking at all the footballers around you.

"Mama I play ball like you when I get big." You tell her, hearing the 'awwws' from her teammates. "I play in the goal" You add, running onto the pitch and standing in the goal, getting all excited and waiting for someone to kick the ball for you to save

Of course they only kick it gentle, and allow you to save their 'shot'. After all, you were only 3.

Mapi scoops you up in her arms and spins you around, celebrating that you saved Ingrid's shot. "You have some competition Paños!" She shouts over to Barcelona's number 1.

Alexia sets you up on the edge of the field with a colouring book and some pens, sitting next to Mariona who is injured.

"What are you colouring today?" She asks you, looking at the book.

"Mermaid" You tell her, eagerly trying to get the picture finished, scribbling the colours on and sticking on a googley eye you found in the pen pot. "Is a norway mermaid for Ingy and has a moose too" You tell her in your toddler babble, pointing to the moose you attempted to draw in the corner of the page.

"This is moose" You pick up your stuffed toy, colouring forgotten about, and you show Mariona the animal.

"From Ingy when it was my birthday and I was three." You hold up 3 of your little fingers to show Mariona your counting skills. She smiles and chuckles softly to herself.

"Does it have a name?" She asks.

"Mama moose." You tell her. "Becuase I call her after mama" You explain to the forward.

"It sleeps in bed with me and I cuddle moose"

When training was over you ditched Mariona and the colouring pens to run over to Ingrid.

"Ingy I colour you a picture!" You hold it up and she takes the sheet from your hand, crouching down to reach your height better.

"Wow, Y/N! She is so pretty! I love mermaids!" She grins, kissing your head softly.

"And a moose" You point excitedly at the moose you drew, a big toothy grin on your face.

"And a moose! You are such a good drawer!"

"Y/N!" You turn your head to see Mama Alexia calling you over to pick up your pens as it is time to go.

"Mama, we play ball at home?" You ask as you walk back into the changing rooms.

"Sí, we can play ball.

"With moose?"

"Sí, we can play ball with moose"

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hobiebrownismygod · 8 months ago

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Hey hun, I need some hobie comfort. Basically been in a terrible headspace liking planning my final letter type of mind. (not important) anyway I'm usually numb when it comes to these things, so based on something that happened a few weeks back. Miguel is in a bad mood and just lays it into y/n. And needless to say she bursts and full out sobs her heart out, knee dropping type pain from having it built up for weeks and hobie just comforting her. (if you're up to it lovie❤️ have a good day)

I'm so sorry that you're feeling this way :( I hope you can get into a better place soon!! I hope what I wrote helps <3

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The door shut behind you with a SLAM as you practically ran out of Miguel's office, leaving him behind to yell at the wall rather than you. He'd been in a "bad mood" this past week and it seemed as though he needed an outlet. That outlet ended up being the first person he could see, which, of course, ended up being you.

So you'd accidentally dropped one of his gadgets earlier. It didn't break or anything, so why was he so angry? Why did he-why did everyone have to take everything out on you?

You tried your hardest not to cry as you shoved your way into one of the many cramped closets littering HQ and closed the door behind you. You sat down, curling up against the wall of the dark, tight room as you panted, slowly letting the tears stream down your face.

Your sobs were just barely muffed by your knees as you cried, harder than you'd cried in a long time, making it seem as though by the time you were done, there'd be a large puddle of your own tears beneath you.

But then, the noise just barely hidden by your loud, raspy exhales, you heard three soft knocks. You quieted yourself, not even bothering to lift your head.

"Darling? You in here?"

Hobie.

You must've ran past him on your way here without even noticing. You stayed silent, hoping he'd just leave you alone. You didn't want him to see you like this.

"Come on dove, just let me in." He knocked again, refusing to take no for an answer as the handle of the door jiggled.

You simply curled yourself up even tighter. He wouldn't be able to get through the lock, would he? At least, he wouldn't try that hard...right?

But to your dismay, not even a brass lock would be able to stop Hobie Brown from coming in to comfort his girl.

The door swung open and he stood there, a shocked look on his face. When he saw you sitting there on the ground, all bundled up like a child, his expression softened and he frowned.

"Hey, you" he said gently, crouching down in front of you, long arms reaching out towards you to pull you into a hug. "What happened?"

You didn't look at him as he pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head with a bittersweet smile and rubbing your back. He stayed silent for another moment before sighing.

"You don't want to talk? Alright. That's okay. I'll just stay here with you, baby." He whispered, nuzzling his nose into your hair and holding you tight.

"he yelled at me." You sniffled quietly after a beat. Hobie's expression perked up when he heard your voice and he smiled softly into your hair. "He yelled at you?" He asked gently.

"Mhmm." you nodded, wiping at your wet, teary eyes before burying your face in his chest. He chuckled softly in response, pulling off his vest and wrapping it around you to hold you even closer, hands settling on your back. "That bastard." He muttered, lips grazing the top of your forehead. "You want me to go piss him off?"

"No." You sniffled again, shaking your head. "He'll just be more mad." You felt the tears welling up in your eyes again and hid your face in his neck, shivering slightly as you began to cry.

"Aww, dove..." He looked as though he might start crying himself as he snuggled you, kicking the door closed with his foot so that the two of you could be in total privacy. "What's going on with you? You don't usually get this worked up over him.

"I don't know." You sobbed, pulling back slightly. He immediately held you tighter, forcing your head back onto his neck. "No, no, it's okay, keep crying. It's okay."

You relaxed against him, letting the tears just fall out as you tried to calm yourself. "Shhh. You're doing good, baby, keeping crying. Let it all out." He cooed, pulling you into his lap and rocking you gently.

As you slowly began to calm down, he cupped your face in his hands, looking into your tear-stained face for the first time. "My poor peng" he cooed again, kissing your forehead and holding you against his chest.

"I'm just so tired of being yelled at, 'Bie." You whispered, closing your eyes again as you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

"I know, baby, I know" He said gently, laying back against the wall so he could prop you up against him. "Next time he yells at you, you come to me, right? I'll take care of him."

"Okay" you said, mustering up a smile for him as you wiped your wet face again. At seeing this, his expression immediately lit up and he kissed you, holding you close. "Cuz no one yells at my dove. No one." He said again, kissing all over your face, cleaning your face of your tears before nuzzling your neck. "Especially not that dictator wanker."

You giggled, closing your eyes and pulling his warm vest around yourself a little tighter as he held you, rocking you like a baby, back and forth, side to side, whispering in your ear about how much he loves you.

"I love youuu" He teased, "I love you my little doe"

"Doe? You mean dove?" You asked, looking up at him curiously. At this, he just laughed harder, holding your face in his hands. "You know, a doe, a baby deer. You look like a doe with those big, gorgeous eyes of yours"

You shook your head, laughing as he kissed your nose, just barely pressing his lips against the tip before hugging you again.

"My lovely little doe. I'm not gonna let anyone yell at you again, alright?"

"I love you, 'Bie."

He grinned a shit-eating grin, knowing that he'd finally succeeded at cheering you up. "I love you too, darling. More than you'd ever know."

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minniethemoocherda · 5 months ago

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Stay With Me

A/N: I cannot thank you all enough for all the support you guys have given me in response to my Morpherine fics! It has been completely insane especially all your incredible comments as well as all the amazing art over on tumblr! If it wasn't for you guys then I probably wouldn't feel as inspired to keep writing these fics so again thank you all so much!!!! Xxxxxxx

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"NOOOOO!" Morph screamed as they woke up to find themselves sitting in a puddle of their own sweat and gloop.

They screamed again their bedroom door was broken down.

"What's wrong?" Logan demanded, claws drawn and body tensed ready to pounce.

"You giving me a fucking heart attack!" Morph cried, firing a pillow across the room.

Logan slashed through the first, but the second that Morph had launched a moment later hit him square in the face.

Morph was too riled up to feel any satisfaction at that fact.

"What are you even doing here?" Morph asked, feeling their body finally fully solidify back to its normal shape under the fabric of their oversized t-shirt.

"I heard you talkin' in your sleep." Logan grumbled.

"From all the way on the other side of the mansion?" Morph said pointedly, since they both knew that Morph knew that Logan's super-hearing didn't work that well.

That was when Morph realised that Logan was still wearing his uniform despite the fact that it was- Morph checked the alarm clock besides them- three o'clock in the morning.

"Do you want to tell me why you're not in bed?" Morph asked.

"No." Logan replied.

"Do you want to go back to bed?"

Logan sat himself in front of the remains of the doorway, watchful eyes glaring into the corridor outside.

"No."

"Do you want to come to bed?" Morph asked, which was something that if it were not three o'clock in the morning, Morph would never have asked.

After a moment's pause Logan again replied "No."

Morph sighed. The adrenaline of waking up from a nightmare and having their room being broken into was wearing off and now they just wanted to go back to sleep.

So they grabbed the duvet, sheets and blanket from their bed and carried them over to where Logan was apparently determined to stay on guard all night.

"What're you doin'?" Logan grumbled as Morph arranged the bedsheets around him.

"We are having a sleepover." Morph stated. "And I'm getting the pillow since you broke my other one."

Morph lay down on the duvet they'd placed on the floor, facing away from Logan into their room. The Wolverine still had his claws out but he didn't otherwise complain as Morph threw one of the sheets over the pair of them.

After a long time, long enough for Morph to think they might have made a mistake, Logan growled out a sigh.

"After we heard about Genosha I... I couldn't...I've been patrolling the halls all night-I just... I can't loose anyone else I care about." Logan growled, grief stumbling his words.

Slowly so as not to startle him, Morph sat back up. Logan was still facing away from them, never one to let other's see his weaknesses, but by now they had become experts at reading The Wolverine's behaviour. And they knew from the forceful shivers raking his body that Logan was literally biting back tears.

In that moment Morph would have done anything to help. But without the ability to change reality, there was little they could do. But that didn't mean that there was nothing.

Morph placed their hand on Logan's shoulder, his muscles taunt to the point Morph was worried they might snap. They squeezed their hand, hoping to share their own grief and to shoulder some of it for him.

Morph had never been on this side of loosing an X-men before. A stab of guilt as sharp as The Wolverine's claws buried its way into their stomach, at the thought that their own death could have caused the same amount of pain.

When they had learnt about Gambit's death, the only comparable pain Morph had felt was when they themselves had died. The concept that they would never again share each other's love for cooking or that they would never loose another heavily rigged card game, was impossible to comprehend. They weren't as close to Gambit as they could have been, however, as the only other openly queer person on the team, there had been a special connection between the two of them.

And Morph might not have shared the same history with Magneto that the other's had. The only reason they'd had to hate to him was that he was a generally shitty person who'd done some pretty shitty things. But when Morph had offered to take the team to Sinister's lair, he had been kind to them, making it clear that they did not have to if it brought back too many bad memories. And because of that, they couldn't help but grieve for him too.

And if Logan could finally open up, then it was only fair that Morph did the same.

"I.. I was dreaming... about that night."

They both knew what night Morph was talking about. The one where Morph was about to watch The Wolverine die and they sacrificed themselves to save him. Except in their dream there were too late. They lost him. Just like they lost Magneto. Like they lost Remy.

Because whilst being under Sinister's control was hell on earth, they would suffer through it all again if it meant that Logan was alive to lie beside them.

"I ain't lettin' nothin' get past me." Logan promised, finally turning to them. The grief was still there, it would probably never fully go away, but the pain that had been etched into the grooves of his skin, had been transformed into a steely determination.

"I know." Morph smiled, even after everything, unable to stop the fluttering if their heart at the sight of Logan's protectiveness directed at them. "And I'm not letting anything get past me either."

Feeling emboldened, from where their hand had been placed on Logan's shoulder, Morph traced his collar bone until their hand cupped the back of his neck.

"But even if you don't plan on sleeping, I have it on the trusted authority of my ex-therapist, that just lying down can help. So please, lay down for me." Morph's smile turned into a smirk. "I'll even let you share the pillow."

Logan blinked before shaking his head and snorting a smirk of his own.

"Alright, you win this one bub." He conceded, finally putting his claws away as he allowed Morph to pull him down to the pillow.

Morph reluctantly let go as they turned away from Logan to face the inside of their room, whilst The Wolverine took after his namesake and proceeded to nestle himself a den out of the bedsheets.

Now Morph hadn't really thought about the physics of sharing a pillow when they'd made the offer, as usual too preoccupied with making a joke to think about the consequences of opening their big mouth.

Because Logan's back was now placed firmly against theirs and the thin layer of his uniform was doing little to hide the solid layer muscle or stop the furnace level heat that his body was projecting. And due to his previous shuffling, the bottom of Morph's t-shirt had ridden up so that the sliver of skin between their briefs and their shirt could feel the full heat of Logan's body. It wasn't as if they hadn't touched the other before, But never that part of their body and even though the exposed skin was barely a few inches, Morph felt near naked at the touch.

They had no idea how they were supposed to go to sleep now. But eventually they must have.

Because next time Morph opened their eyes morning sun was beaming through their bedroom windows. At least that was where they assumed the light was coming from, as all they could see was the sleeping face of The Wolverine.

For a moment, Morph thought that they were still dreaming. Until they felt the breeze of Logan's breathe against the expanse of skin where their nose would have been.

As Morph blinked away sleep, they realised that the groves of anger and pain that Morph thought had been permanently etched onto Logan's face were relaxed, not completely gone but as close to peaceful as he could get.

They also realised that Logan's limbs were wrapped around their body like a koala in a tree as though he was afraid that if he didn't hold on tight enough he would fall. As a result Morph's hands, which had been trapped between the two of them, were braced against Logan's chest. Through the soft fabric of his costume, Morph could feel the individual bristles of his hair and under that the beating of his heart.

Perhaps they had died again, except this time they'd ended up in heaven instead of hell. That was the only logical explanation they could think of for why Logan would be holding them so close.

Well if this was their fate then Morph was happy to accept it, not that they were able to escape The Wolverine's grasp even if they wanted to. So with one last lingering look at the soft strokes of Logan's face, Morph drifted back off to sleep.

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raz-writes-the-thing · 1 year ago

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How about a Crowley x reader story (or it can be headcanons, whichever you prefer ♥️♥️) where the reader is a very emotional person, who cries and gets frustrated quite often, and Crowley is the person who’s there to comfort them. He’s basically their partner, confidante and protector all wrapped up in one.

Untitled Crowley x GN!Reader

Fluff/Comfort

Requests are: OPEN

Crowley knew humans were vulnerable. All those emotions God had inflicted them with. He had them too, of course, but he had never met a human with such volatile emotions as you. And there was the added bonus that Crowley had had six thousand years to understand them.

Or perhaps he had, but he hadn't felt for a human with such explosive emotions such as yourself in all his six thousand years of life on Earth.

So, when you knocked on his apartment door, frustrated as all Hell and ready to collapse into a puddle of tears, well- Crowley hadn't been ready for it per se, but he also wasn't necessarily unused to seeing you overwhelmed at the end of the day and needing some support.

"Oh," he grunts in surprise as you wrap your arms around him as soon as he opens the door. "Oh, dear, right- you alright, love?"

You sigh out a breath of relief as you feel his arms come up to wrap around you. He tuts comfortingly and rubs the top of your spine. You don't have to see his face to know that he's got his bottom lip stuck out in the way he always does when you're upset.

Crowley let you stand there for another few moments before pulling away to press a quick kiss to your forehead.

"Come on, then, darling. Out of the doorway."

He closes the door behind you, ushering you into the extremely minimalistic flat. You supposed you had better change that soon- though with the amount of time you both spent at the Bookshop, it probably didn't matter so much.

"Right- now, tell me then?"

You huff out a laugh at his straightforwardness. Crowley wasn't usually one to beat around the bush. Not with this, anyway. Other things, sure. But when it came to you unwinding or venting? Crowley knew you just needed to get right into the thick of it so you could move on to the next thing on the agenda.

He listened as you told him about your day. About all the frustrating and upsetting things that had happened to you. He nodded along and poured himself a glass of whiskey, setting himself down on his chair and gesturing for you to sit on the table in front of him, tips of your shoes brushing the rug underneath.

One dexterous hand reached out to pull your leg over the arm of his chair. "Mm- yes, well that does sound rather odd," he replied to you, setting his whiskey down so he could tug your shoe off- quickly followed by your sock. The feel of his fingers massaging into your tired feet had you interrupting your own story to let out a satisfied groan.

This, of course, made Crowley grin like nothing else, and after a moment, he pulled your other leg up to do the same. You continued, feeling mildly overwhelmed with the recount of a particularly upsetting thing a barista had said about you behind your back. Tears welled for a moment, and you sniffled quietly.

Crowley stopped his massage at once, shuffling forward in his seat to brush your cheek with his thumb. "Oh, come now, love. You know- well as I do, that isn't true." And if Crowley made a point to put that particular barista's information in the Books of the Damned down below, then that was just his own business, wasn’t it? You did, of course, notice the flash of anger in those snake's eyes. "They were probably just jealous of you."

You sniffed out a laugh and wiped the snot from your nose.

"Yeah, maybe," you replied, rolling your eyes. But you couldn't deny the little smile that pulled at your lips.

"Oh, there you are," he chuckled. "Knew that wouldn't take long. Too enamoured by my demonic charms, aren't you?"

“You’d like to think so, wouldn’t you?” You replied, smile widening into a grin. Crowley downed the rest of his whiskey.

“Oh, I think I know so.” Crowley leaned forward even closer- close enough to feel his soft breath on your cheek. “In fact, I didn’t even have to Tempt you.”

And, well, that there was the truth of it, wasn’t it? You had sought Crowley out on your own. Once he’d caught your attention, there was no going back.

“Don’t play coy, love. We both know it’s true,” Crowley said softly, flitting his eyes down to your lips. It was barely another second before his lips were on yours, kissing you with such fervour that it took your breath away.

He pulled away, nipping at your lip teasingly.

“Right, then. Let’s get some food into you, Pet,” he said, giving your foot a comforting squeeze. “Aziraphale made scones. Never did get out of the habit of baking after lockdown.”

You chuckled and hopped up from the table, following your Demon- and feeling much, much better than you had when you arrived.

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Disconnected. (Sully family x reader)

she may have seemed peaceful to Mo’ak on the outside but inside…Y/n was going through war. She never liked resting because her dreams always haunted her…

*y/n’s dreams*

The forest was filled with an Erie silence…water droplets falling onto the muddy floor..traces of footprints imprinted.

Mo’at’s voice caught Y/n’s attention…it didn’t terrify her own grandmother that her granddaughter was walking in blood..

“Do you blame yourself?”

Y/n was taken back and her voice hitched in confusion

“…what?”

“Well it’s quite common for someone like you to feel some kind of…guilt.”

“…what situation?”

The young girl never told anyone about her best friends death. The dead’s child family decided to keep it a secret and protect Y/n’s privacy.

“The accident.”

Y/n was suddenly pulled away back into darkness and drowning in a puddle of her best friends own blood, gasping for air. She yet again had another panic attack.

“Are you tormented by memories?”

Y/n’s final gasp woke her up.

The sudden shift back to reality felt sickening. She woke up to Mo’at arguing with Neytiri and Jake.

“How do you go about defining good and evil?!”

Jake was angry, you can hear it in his voice.

“I can tell you right now that child is more good than evil! You are more worried about your reputation than your own kids, and you know it. The same thing as worrying about other people’s opinion instead of your own child!”

“My kids come first to me-“

“Going from one child to the next? Instead of giving them proper time to grow and love them properly? Please.”

“We have a happy household.”

There it is, that same statement Neytiri always makes in different wording. All. The. Time.

Y/n was infuriated sitting there…her grandmother’s saw exactly what she was ashamed of. It brought Y/n to tears, she had to face her own reality.

“Well your kid doesn’t look very happy to me. Really?”

The was a sense of disbelief in Mo’at’s voice, anger and frustration to get snap on her daughter whom she never placed pressure on….

It was visible to everyone, Y/n was broken and she can only be pushed so much till she…well you know how her story would end if she was pushed further.

In that moment all of the screaming and arguing faded away while another’s mind watch Y/n from a far…watched how she cried in frustration unsure on what to do or how to feel when someone like her grandmother finally recognizes her.

Neteyam. Her older brother, he told the rest of the siblings he was going to make sure their home was clear but he lied. Curiosity took the best of him…and watching Y/n show real emotions sent shock waves.

*neteyam’s flashback*

Y/n was always so strange to watch. She was silent and you could never tell what she was feeling.

When I was upset…I usually blinked quicker or shifted but Y/n’s look never showed much. My own little sister was better at everything compared to me, my father just pushed past it. When I was younger and didn’t know better I just figured she was doing everything wrong but now…now I know that’s not true.

So every time father yelled or screamed at me when we were younger, I took it…but it never worked that way for Y/n at the time, when she was younger she couldn’t take it at all. The small tears would fall, the moment she turned around.

“Y/n! Wrong! Again! Are you kidding me? Do better. I don’t know why people don’t say you have confidence. You are the cockiest kid I’ve ever worked with and yet you do everything wrong.”

We watched Y/n train for four hours already…it was now about to be five. She continued but the blood on her fingers didn’t fail to fall like her tears once she looked down at her feet for a small breather.

How can I take it? I wonder. Y/n’s ‘tougher’ than I am. Why can I take it?…and Y/n can’t.

my mind pondered on all the right answers but…then I knew. Training was the only thing Y/n loved and now that passion was gone. Y/n loved training when we were much younger, it gave her thrill until now…

That was the only time I saw Y/n cry. I always believed Y/n was a perfectionist…but looking back at the way our father corrected her every time…it was him not her.

So there Y/n was crying while watching her grandmother reveal all her true emotions, for the first time Y/n looked and acted like a child….she resorted back to her younger self.

“You’re making her upset Mother! This is you-“

Y/n spoke up for her grandmother but it was clear in her voice she was exhausted and in pain.

“Im not upset because of grandmother. Im upset because of you. You did this! Throughout my entire childhood you have made me the outcast-“

“Really Y/n? Name one time! I outta tell you kid you better pick your words wisely before your grounded.”

“Again? Is this your solution to everything still?…you just don’t get it. You have always put me again my siblings and constantly perfect me on everything. You have said to me, to a child! the only reason I get complimented on doing everything right is because everyone is delirious. Who does that? You’re awful.”

“You leave right now Y/n! Now! I mean it. I will not have you behaving like this! It’s what you always wanted right?! Go!”

Y/n froze in place and her shoulders fell in defeat…this is what they always wanted, a reason to kick Y/n out.

Mo’at reached out for the now lost girl while her parents just watched.

“Y/n! Don’t disappear, do what you want, as long as you stay with me. I see you my grandchild-“

Those were the exact words Y/n needed until it was cut short with Mo’at falling in her arms. The young girls eyes looked back and forth directly at Mo’at before y/n’s body leaned forward with her grandmothers limp body, falling slowly down with her…letting out the most heart wrenching scream at her grandmothers blood leaking all over her and leaving a stain on her already broken heart.

“Nooooo!!”

Helicopters above shot at the area surrounding them while the village was screaming in the background. Neytiri’s cries were loud before Jake pulled her up to find the other kids.

War was starting. The humans have found their home. Y/n had nothing, nowhere to go. She just wanted a moment of silence.

Sobs were let out while she dragged her grandmother’s body with her sobbing in between rocks begging Eywa to return her.

Mo’at was the only person who understood her and at certain points of their life…they drank poison from the same vine.

!💓!

Going to be honest I don’t know if this is the last part :( I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to produce stories as quickly! I wanted the song to symbolize how mo’at and y/n’s relationship with their parents were very similar and how Y/n was ashamed and saddened by her mother exposing how she truly felt while still being happy that she was now recognized. “I love it and I hate it at the same time.”

I ALSO IMAGINED Y/N’s SCREAM SOUNDING EXACTLY LIKE ROCKET’S FROM GOTG 3

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candycandy00 · 7 months ago

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Roses in the Sky - An Original Alien x Reader Story Part 5

In a future where humanity huddles in decaying domed cities controlled by alien invaders, you and your best friend Anna work as make-shift nurses in a tiny clinic run by the young doctor Terrian. The city is ruled by the aliens' violent, half-breed offspring who serve as brutal overseers. You and Anna have always tried to avoid these overseers at all cost, but your life is changed when one of those same terrifying offspring is brought into the clinic, injured and unconscious.

This is an original Alien (well half alien) x Fem Reader story! I hope everyone who enjoys my fanfiction will give this a shot! Any feedback whatsoever would be loved! I’ve already written this story so it’s not going to delay my fanfics. Just thought I might post chapters of this between fanfics if anyone is interested.

Slow burn, as this is a novel-length story, but there will be smut in later chapters! Also: violence, blood, rape attempts, death of side characters, etc.

“Hurry and check Terrian! He might still be alive!" you yelled to Anna as you dropped to your knees beside Vartan. He was still conscious, but curled into the fetal position, holding his stomach. Blood was pooling around him. You touched his shoulder, and he seemed to jerk slightly before he looked up at you.

"I believe my wound has reopened," he said calmly, his voice denying that he was in any pain whatsoever. But sweat rolled down his forehead as he struggled to sit up and he hissed a little as he moved his arms from his abdomen and looked down.

You helped him unbutton his jacket and slipped it off his shoulders. The bandages were still there, but they were now soaked with blood. "I have to get these off," you told him.

"Hey!" Anna cried from across the room, her voice frantic. "I found a pulse! He's still alive!"

You leapt to your feet and ran to where Anna was kneeling beside Terrian's body. Together the two of you rolled him over onto his back, getting his face out of the puddle of his own blood. His glasses fell off, and a large bruise was becoming visible on his left cheek.

You figured one of the half-breeds must have punched him through the face with their full strength. Humans had died from less force, so Terrian was lucky to be alive.

You and Anna stood up and each grabbed one end of Terrian's body, lifting him onto the nearest cot. Anna looked desperately at you. "What do we do now? I've never treated a head injury before! Terrian always did it himself!"

You had your hands on your forehead. "I don't know! Does he have a concussion?!"

"How would I know? What if he has brain damage?! What if he's in a coma?!"

"Oh, God... I don't know what to do! I don't think there's another doctor in the whole city!"

Anna was crying again. "We can't just let him die! He's... he's all we have!"

Vartan climbed to his feet and limped over to the cot where Terrian laid motionlessly.

You were both surprised, and stepped back while he looked Terrian over. "I don't think the injury will cause permanent damage," he said.

"How do you know that?!” Anna practically screamed.

"We have been studying the human body for years. I have some basic medical knowledge."

"And you think he's going to be okay?" Anna asked, a little more calmly.

Vartan nodded. "I'm not certain, but he appears to only be unconscious. The position and color of the bruise indicate that his brain did not receive the majority of the impact. If I'm correct, he should regain consciousness soon."

"But all that blood..." you said, still staring at Terrian.

"Came from his mouth. Three of his teeth are gone," Vartan replied, pointing to Terrian's slightly gaped mouth.

Both you and Anna burst into tears, hugging each other and then laughing loudly. You were so relieved that you almost forgot Vartan was there, bleeding and on the verge of passing out. He was leaning against the wall and his hair, wet with blood and sweat, was hanging messily in his eyes. The two of you rushed to his side, allowing him to lean on you as you helped him to the back room, where the medical supplies were.

Once in the room, you sat him down on a stretcher and he carefully laid back, wincing with every move. You headed over to the counter to get alcohol and thread, when you caught Anna's eye. "Are you okay with this? Helping him?"

Anna gave you a meaningful look. "He saved us. If he hadn't gone against them, I don't even want to think about what would've happened. I hate half-breeds, but I owe him. Big time."

You nodded and then you both ran back to the stretcher to begin sewing Vartan's wound back up. It took you a little longer than it had when Terrian was helping the first time, and your work was a little more clumsy, but you managed to close the wound and stop the bleeding.

Amazingly, Vartan never screamed once, although he did occasionally grunt when the needle pierced his skin. By the time you were finished, he was exhausted and practically immobile while you bandaged him up. He fell asleep just as you looked up to tell him you were finished.

You turned out the lights and quietly left the room, returning to the main patient area to sit by Terrian's bed. You did your best to ignore the sight of the dead, scattered patients, splattered across the walls and floor. To keep yourselves distracted, you and Anna talked.

"Why did you come back?" You asked her.

Anna gave you a weak smile. "I couldn't leave you and Terrian here. I couldn't let you deal with that, not alone."

You looked down. "It must have been horrible for you, how close it came to... to what happened before."

Anna smiled very brightly then. "Yes, it was horrible at the time. But now that it's over, I'm really happy! I fought back! Look, I even have that bastard's blood under my nails where I scratched his face!"

You looked at her, surprised. "Yeah, you really did good!"

Anna laughed, then looked at you seriously. "Before, I was just a kid. I was thirteen. The minute they came in, they told me not to move a muscle. So I didn't. I was too terrified to even flinch, even when they killed my mom and brother. I didn’t even try to help them! And afterward, I felt so guilty. I kept asking myself why I didn't try to fight back. I know I couldn’t have stopped them, but I should have tried! And I promised myself, that if I was ever put in that position again, I'd fight with everything I have, even if it gets me killed. That's why I'm really proud of myself today!"

Even though she was smiling again, tears were forming in Anna's eyes. "I was so scared today, but I didn't run away! I fought back! I faced them! I... I made it right."

You stood up and wrapped your arms around Anna. You stroked your friend's hair as tears fell down your own face. "Yeah, you made it right, Anna."

Anna was crying hard again, and you held her tightly. "We're such crybabies today, aren't we?" Anna asked though her tears, laughing now.

You laughed too. "Yeah, we are.”

"Am I in heaven? I hear two angels talking.”

You both froze, then looked down at Terrian, who was looking up at you with half-open eyes. You both practically tackled him, encasing him in your arms. He laughed, then groaned. "Oh, my mouth hurts," he said, sitting up.

"One of the half-breeds knocked out a few teeth," Anna told him, sitting on the bed beside him.

Terrian groaned again, this time louder. Then he looked both you and Anna up and down. “You're both alright? What happened?"

You and Anna looked at each other for a moment, then you sat down on the cot across from Terrian's. "We came back in to help you, but the half-breeds over-powered us. They were about to kill us when Vartan came in and convinced them to let us go."

Terrian's eyes became large and wet. "You mean you almost died while trying to save me?"

The two of you nodded.

He suddenly stood up and pulled you both into his arms. "I knew it," he said, his voice cracking. "The moment I met you two, I knew you were good girls!"

You and Anna blushed a little, but smiled and laughed as Terrian cried. The family was back together. You were all alive and healthy, and that's all that mattered.

Terrian suddenly stepped back. "Wait, you said Vartan saved us? Where is he now?"

"He's in the back room, asleep," Anna said.

"Asleep?"

"They punished him instead of us," you told him, "and his wound reopened. Anna and I stitched it back up, but I think he ended up passing out."

"I'd better go check him," Terrian said, walking past them. You followed him into the back room and turned the lights on. To your shock, the stretcher Vartan had been lying on was empty, only a crumpled sheet remaining. The back door was open, and the crisp night air drifted in, sending shivers down your back.

The three of you discussed Vartan, explaining to Terrian what had happened to him but leaving out the more embarrassing details of what had occurred while he was knocked out. Neither you nor Anna wanted to worry Terrian any more than you already had.

You spent the rest of the evening cleaning up the bodies in the main patient room. You were appalled by the bloodshed, but Terrian was an absolute wreck. He loved his patients so dearly, far more so than you or Anna could comprehend. You often thought he viewed each and every patient as his own child, no matter their age. It was he who often stayed at the clinic over night, feeding the elderly soup or reading stories to the children. It was he who constantly talked to them, got to know them on a personal level. And it was he who now stood in the center of the room with tears streaming down his face as you and Anna hurried to wrap the bodies with sheets and carry them to one corner of the room.

Terrian had taken the news that the clinic had been shut down very badly. He didn't say anything, but you could tell he was deeply upset. After you moved the last body to the corner, he told you he wanted to burn the clinic.

"But why? They just told us we can't take any more patients in," Anna said. "We don't have to destroy it! We have so many memories here!"

Terrian looked at her sadly. "I know, but it's not the place that made the memories, it's the people. The clinic serves no purpose if we can't help anyone. And besides," he said, glancing at the bodies in the corner for the first time, "we have to give them a proper funeral."

"Funeral?" you asked.

"We can't burry them all. There's not enough land for that and it would take way too long. So we should burn them."

You and Anna were quiet for a moment, then both of you finally agreed. The three of you cleaned out the back room, boxing up all of the supplies and anything that could possibly be useful later. Once it was all done, Terrian poured out a bottle of alcohol onto a sheet in the middle of the main patient room and lit it on fire with a match. You exited the clinic and stood with Anna and Terrian outside on the street, watching it burn.

Terrian turned to you and Anna. "I'll be expecting you at my house starting tomorrow. For your new jobs."

"What new jobs?" Anna asked.

Terrian grinned at her, the first time he had done so in the past few hours. "You're my new maids!"

You and Anna smiled to each other. "We'll be there, Doctor."

You parted ways once again, the last time the three of you would ever do so on that particular street, in front of that particular building. It was still burning furiously as you walked toward your apartment. It was later than usual, and the streets were fairly quiet. At least the blazing building behind you provided plenty of light, though the half-breeds would show up soon enough to put out the fire.

You wondered about Vartan, why he had left without saying anything and where he had went and why he had really helped you. But most of all, you wondered if you would ever see him again. All but one of your meetings had taken place at the clinic, and it was where he knew to find you. Even if by chance you saw him on the street, he would no doubt be with other half-breeds and you wouldn't dare approach, no matter what had happened between you.

You shook your head as you unlocked your door. Why did it even matter if you would see him again? He was a half-breed. He was a monster, regardless of what had happened. The female half-breed was probably right, he probably just wanted to have his way with you and then toss you aside. That's what half-breeds did.

You opened the door and stepped inside. You reached back with your right hand to shut the door behind you, but someone grabbed your wrist. You jerked yourself around to see who was there, and found yourself face to face with Vartan. His jacket was still unbuttoned from earlier, leaving his chest and bandaged abdomen exposed. His grip on your wrist was firm, but not tight or painful. He seemed tired, weak.

He looked you in the eyes and said flatly "I'm coming in."

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