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Wake Me From This Dreaming

(Part 14)

Word count: 8.9

Hypnos x WMFTD!Y/N

Warnings: violent, trauma, war, cursing, talk of death, threats of sexual assault, sex work, no beta.

Notes:

LET GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Just a head up, I will be using dual POV (y/n’s and Hypnos).

Please heed all warnings.

Again folks, thank you. <3<3<3<3<3 I hope yall like it.

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Achilles’ codex, Pyrrhus’ entry.

I… What can I say about my firstborn? Even after all this time, words still fail me. Fittiting I suppose since I have failed him every step of the way.

I was young and arrogant. I had been told I was destined for great things since my birth and I thought it meant I could have it all. Glory and riches with my beloved by my side and it felt like the whole world had been laid at my feet.

So I did my duties, earned glory for my father and sired a male heir. Then I had to make a choice. I chose Patroclus. And my mother took the boy since I would not obey her wishes.

There is so much I could tell you of my second son, how he is so much like Patroclus that I forget that we adopted him sometimes.

I couldn’t tell you about Pyrrhus. What his childhood was like, what his favorite food was. Did my first son have any musical talent? How old was he when he lost his first tooth? Did my mother read him bedtime stories like Patroclus did for Y/N?

I have been told by Y/n what happened between him and Pyrrhus after my death. I could tell he was hiding the worst of the details for my sake. He was always a better son than I was. And if he had the chance, a better father.

Once we had all passed into the gloom of the underworld, I had hoped to make up for my failure but no matter what I did or said, I couldn’t reach my firstborn. Worst of all, his deep hate and rage wasn’t toward me -That would have been easier for me to deal with-but to my beloved and Y/N.

I still hope for the day I can be the father Pyrrhus needs, then maybe we can find true peace. Until that day, however, I will keep my family safe. No matter what.

The bookcases took up a whole wall in Hypnos’ bedchambers. Stuffed full of scrolls and codexs, even loose papers. Hypnos understood the chaotic system but you were left feeling like a man lost at sea.

You brushed a hand along the shelf, staying quiet so as not to wake up Hypnos. Normally you stay in bed with him, letting time drift away. It was odd what the dead and the gods have in common, time meant nothing. But there was something restless in your chest.

If you were still alive, you would feel the ache of it in your bones.

So after you brought the fire to life, you studied the chaos that was your beloved's bookcase. You risked taking out a random codex, feeling like you might cause the whole thing to collapse but it held steady. You let out a breath and flipped through the book, not really paying attention to it.

It appeared to be a journal of some kind. Whoever wrote this mainly spoke of the local plants and animals. There were even drawings, not perfect but good enough you had an idea of what you were looking at. The only thing that looked familiar was some of the animals, everything else was different.

You paused on a page when you saw a map outline. You frowned, narrowing your eyes trying to find where exactly it was. The land outline was unfamiliar.

“Oh, did you find a book?” Hypnos’ voice broke the stillness, rough from sleep. You looked up from the codex and immediately felt tongue tied.

“I can read it if you would like a bedtime story.” Hypnos teased.

Still laying on his pillow, he watched you. Hypnos’ cheeks were flush from sleep, his curls loose without his sleep mask. Heavy lidding golden eyes were warm as honey in the firelight, and a gentle smile curled on his lips. He looked wonderfully soft and warm.

“Maybe. I don’t really know what I’m reading.” You admitted in a low voice, feeling awkward. Hypnos was the only person who could make you feel like a flustered boy. Hypnos yawned and waved you over.

You obeyed, handing the book over before rejoining him in the bed. Hypnos curled up against your side, his head on your shoulders. He used your chest as a way to prop up the book.

He squinted at it for a moment, reading much faster than you. He yawned again, “Oh, mortals wouldn’t know about this place. This journal belongs to one of Lady Artemis’ most devoted handmaidens.”

“Really?” You replied as Hypnos sat up, and flipped toward the first page. With a low hum, he read. “To the soft hearts of my sisters, may the arrows guide you steady onward and never fear, these paths are no strangers to the likes of us.”

You let the words sink in, listening to the low crackling of the hearth. Lazily, you ran your knuckles along the curve of his spine, getting a soft shudder from him.

“How did you get a hold of such a thing?” You asked, tracing lines into his skin. Hypnos sighed, looking down at you. He closed the book and tossed aside on his bed, before he leaned down with his hands caging you in. You kept your hand on the small of his back, never looking away.

“Hades hid everything of Persephone when she left. He couldn’t bear the sight of anything that reminded him of what he lost.” Hypnos whispered, leaning down. You swallowed but stayed quiet. Captivated by the beautiful god above you.

“She was always so nice to me, and I feared he would get rid of her stuff eventually just so he could lie to himself that it didn’t hurt.” Hypnos smiled, pleased with himself. His eyes were bright with pleasure and your heart squeezed from the sheer fondness you felt.

“So I took a risk. I went to his room and took what I could. It was just some of the books I saw her read. But it meant something to me. I did eventually give some of them to Zagreus.”

You chuckled, amused at the thought of a small Hypnos carrying too many books in his arms. “Little thief.”

Hypnos laughed, a smirk on his face then he turned thoughtful. “I used to wonder why he would do that. I thought it was just his wounded pride but now I think he just wanted to make sure nothing would happen to them. Better lock away, you know?”

“I do.” You admitted, one of your hands reached up to spread over his chest. His heartbeat was steady under your palm. “Just like now. I wish I could keep you like this forever, you don’t know how beautiful you are right now.”

Hypnos kissed you, his hands cupping your face. You returned the kiss, slow and sweet. Against your lips, his words were quiet. “And what if I selfishly ask if I could keep you? Devoted only to me.”

“I already am.” You whispered. You wanted to confess he didn’t need to ask, that he outshined everything else for you. That sometimes your most fervent wishes were that you were alive so you could build him temples and claim the world in his name alone.

You kissed him, your hands on his hips. Hypnos returned it, a promised salvation.

Madam took a deep puff on her pipe as she straightened her back. She had looked terrified of you for a few moments before she found her strength. You weren’t the first monster she had to stare down.

“I have seen many things, you know. I know when a man isn’t sane. Not anymore.” She narrowed her eyes on you. You felt furious, like you could swallow a man alive like a beast.

“Will you be a man, Sir Y/N? Or will you be some mindless thing?” She asked softly.

You took a deep breath, then another. Madam only watched you coolly but you saw the faint trembling in her fingers. For some reason, that brought you back to something that was closer to yourself but it was a fragile hold. And you weren’t sure if you saw Pyrrhus right now if you could hold it together.

It was one thing to go after you, even after your parents. Funnily enough, Pyrrhus might not have been wrong to call it a family drama. That didn’t give him the right to go after Hypnos, to even think of him in those terms.

“Forgive me. I’ve forgotten myself.” You said rougher than you liked, willing yourself to calm.

“Nothing to forgive.” Madam said, snapping her fingers at some people watching. Among them was Alex, two lovely girls holding on to his arms, their bright eyes widened in fear.

“Alex, help Sir Y/N with the men. Let's make sure Sir Y/N have an easy time going back, understood? The rest of you, get back to work. I think we had enough of this foolishness today.” She ordered, her tone almost motherly and they all obeyed quickly.

“Thank you.” You told her. “I will make sure Master Hades knows of your heroics by catching these criminals.”

She laughed, a husky sound and took a deep puff of her pipe. She blinked her dark eyes at you, the crow’s feet deepening around her lips as she smiled. She had a lovely smile, even with the bloody red lips.

“Don’t bother.” Madam said. She leaned close to you, pipe in hand and whispered. “Repay me by seeing to it that this matter would be finally settled. The gods have left us behind, we don’t need other mortals doing it as well. Whether they are heroes or house pets.”

Madam stepped back, gave you a nod and walked away. A clear dismissal.

Alex was waiting by the door of the other warriors, ropes in his hands. He flashed you a pleased smirk. His icy blue eyes swept over your form. “Madam is something else, isn’t she?”

“She is.” You agreed.

“Are you in a rush? You have earned our gratitude by taking these men off our hands.” Alex said quietly, his fingers brushing against the wooden door as he leaned toward you. He bit on his bottom lip just so, peeking up at you, well trained in luling men to him.

“Yes I am.” You said, taking a polite step away. Alex was lovely but you didn’t see him, not really. All you thought about was Hypnos, wishing you could just go to him, to feel him against you, whole and safe.

Alex blinked in surprise then he gave you a genuine smile that lit up his face. It suited him. “Well, aren’t you a gentleman? Should you change your mind, you can come find me.”

Without another word, he opened the door and you let out a breath.

Leon was the only brave enough to meet your eyes as they were bound. He looked like he wanted to say something but you met his stare, “Don’t bother.”

With a sigh, Leon bowed his head as his hands tied up behind his back. “I won’t ask for your forgiveness but we never meant for any innocents to be hurt. Truly.”

“Tell it to Master Hades.” You told him with a sigh. Hades wouldn’t care for whatever these mortals had to say and you knew it.

But that was for them to find out.

Shades murmured and pointed as you led the shamed and bound warriors though town. Some of the shades yelled ‘Good riddance!’ While others watched with solemn faces. Parents pulled their children close, the elderly clucked their tongues.

Honestly you were numb to it. The words weren’t for you anyway. Your rage was still hot, rolling deep inside your guts but you were able to shoved it back in the depth of yourself.

Even if Pyrrhus had gone mad like they claimed, he couldn’t touch Hypnos. Master Hades’ powers were quite possibly the strongest thing in the underworld and the house was protected by him.

Hypnos was safe, you told yourself. And you will keep your head this time, you won’t let Pyrrhus control you. The armband was cool against your skin even in Asphodel’ unforgiving heat. A gentle reminder of your promise.

Once you reached the outskirts of the town, you glanced at them. None of them would meet your eyes. You scoffed as you and them kept walking through the boiling landscape.

It felt wrong to call them criminals. You had known and led these men. You knew they had children and wives. You knew how they fought, dragged them to the medical tents and you had broken bread with them. You made it a duty always bringing back as many back alive as you could.

They repaid you by following Pyrrhus.

So criminals they would be.

Thankfully it didn’t take long to meet up with Zagreus and Thanatos.

“Oh there he is! Y/N!”

The god waved at you, the blue area had only grown around him, bright against the lava. You returned the wave as the other warriors shifted, bowing their heads. They were not used to gods.

“Hey! You found him?” Zagreus called out in the distance, his face cheerful. Thanatos wasn’t far behind, and you saw that there were several tied up warriors with them as well.

Thanatos didn’t smile or even acknowledge you past a cold glance. With a tug, you pulled the criminals with you. Meeting halfway, you were relieved that you knew none of the other warriors.

“No. Were you able to find Pyrrhus?” You asked, your mouth thinning. You already knew the answer but you had to ask. Just to be sure.

Zagreus shook his head with a frown, his mismatched eyes scanned the group. He rubbed his neck, “We hoped that maybe you found him. My father is going to be in a rotten mood if we don’t come back with Pyrrhus.”

You sighed in agreement, not happy that Pyrrhus slipped from your grasp. You felt eyes on you and looked up. Thanatos’ face was carefully blank and you wondered if Zagreus might have had a word with him.

“Zagreus. We should take this group of mortals to your father. There is no reason we can’t come right back once Master Hades is done with these criminals.” Thanatos said quietly, mostly to Zagreus but his golden eyes flickered toward you.

“You both go ahead and take them.” Zagreus ordered with a nod. “I will stay here and keep scouting. I’m sure he is here somewhere. Maybe he went back to Elysium.”

“Just be careful.” You warned. You nodded to your group. “He has gone mad or so I am told.”

“He has!” Simon blunted out. The others tried to shush him but to no avail. Simon turned his desperate eyes to Zagreus. “Please I will tell you everything if you make him let me go.” Simon tried to plead but the other men began shouting over him.

“Oi you coward!”

“Simon, you shithead! What about the rest of us?”

Zagureus looked bewildered and Thanatos’ mouth thinned in distaste at all the yelling. You rolled your eyes.

"Shut up! All of you!" You ordered harshly, far louder than any of them. The crowd quieted, blinking at you in mute confusion.

"Ah. Right. Well." Zagreus said with a faint bemused smile. “What was this you were saying about Pyrrhus?”

You tried not to look too eager to return to the house, to see Hypnos' face brighten when he saw you again. Then maybe the restlessness inside you would stop and you could take a breath again.

You might be able to steal him for a few moments, you mused. Hypnos could ramble on about his day and you could just soak in being near him. It was pathetic really, how much the little god had wrapped around his fingers but you didn't mind.

Only Hypnos wasn’t there.

His usual spot had a line of impatient shades waiting like always. You frowned, glancing at Thanatos, wondering if he had the same off feeling. Thanatos’ eyes flickered and there was a surprised frown on his face before he locked eyes with you then turned away.

Yet the concerned look, no doubt the same one you had, didn’t quite leave his face.

You didn’t really hear what Hades had to say, it took all your willpower not to turn around to look back to where Hypnos should be. It was possible Hypnos was busy with something else, but why now?

Hypnos should have been waiting for you and Thanatos. He had almost bit his thumbnail off from the stress, he would have been there. Even Thanatos wasn’t paying that close attention, his eyes found yours again but Hades called Thanatos to attention.

Later, you watched the shamed warriors dragged off by the fury sisters. Megaera’s high ponytail was a warbanner, her face cold as she watched her sisters laugh and yanked on the rope.

Yet Hypnos still haven’t appeared.

“Sir Y/N.” Master Hades spoke, his eyes already back on the stack of paperwork like he hadn’t bound shades into unbreakable chains and toss into the bowels of Tartarus itself. “You still haven’t handled the task I set for you. Pyrrhus is stll out there. For all I know he already caused even more problems.”

“I’m going back out there, Master Hades. The matter will be dealt with.” You replied automatically.

“See to it that you do.” Master Hades dismissed, giving you a snide glance. You bowed, along with Thanatos.

“Thanatos, do you know where Hypnos might be?” You whispered to the god as you and him left Hades’ desk. You saw his face darkened but he only shook his head.

“Meet me in his room. If nothing else, I will need to have a word with him about missing work. Again.” Thanatos replied before he turned to Meg.

There was a heavy air between him and Meg so you stepped away to give them a moment alone. You went over the line of shades, their voices a low murmur in the grand hall. They quietened down when you got here, their faces were wary. They had seen you dragging those criminals in and were no doubt wondering if the same thing was going to happen to them.

You addressed the first shade, your voice making clear you were going to get an answer. “How long have you been here?”

The shade frowned, her eyes going to her companion. “I’m not sure. Usually there is always a wait but we’ve never waited this long before.”

The companion watched you with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He placed a hand on the first shade's back, “We know Lord Hypnos. We used to work here. Lord Hypnos did get a letter of some sort and left in a hurry. But that's it.”

“Did you see who gave him the letter?” you asked them both, sounding more calm then you actually felt. They shook their heads, “No, we weren’t really paying attention.”

Then Dusa spoke up, drifting down from the rafters. Her little feather duster fluttered. It reminded you so much of Hypnos that you felt an ache in your core.

“I saw but it was just a normal messenger shade.” Dusa explained, flashing a nervous grin at you. “They still might be here but I don’t know where.”

Then Dusa paused, one of her snakes hissing at her, then quickly she spoke,“This probably doesn’t matter but whatever Hypnos got in the letter, it seemed to really upset him.”

The woman nodded,“I don’t ever think we've seen him frown before, let alone get that upset.”

The gut feeling that something was wrong only grew, almost choking you.

Hypnos’ bedchambers were just as you left it, the blankets and pillows piled up high on the bed. Nothing was knocked over, everything was in place. You spied the newest codex Hypnos was reading left behind on the chaise. The fire was low, a gentle crackling sound was normally a comforting sound now only served to mock you.

You spied Montie among the pillows, his white fur stark against the colors. This had been the first time you saw it in a while and you swore that you felt waves of concern coming off the little sheep.

You stood there useless, mind running a mile a minute.

Then you felt a familiar chill swept the normally cozy bedchambers. You turned around to see Thanatos who only gave you a cool glare. There was a moment of silence then you shook his head.

“Not here.” You told him.

Thanatos rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed in a way only an older brother could be.

“Hypnos?” Thanatos called out but his voice was a low echo. A summoning call, you realized. “You are missing work. Your mortal is worried and Master Hades already found even more paperwork for you.”

Nothing. The energy shifted, growing heavy.

Thanatos frowned, “Hypnos?”

“He isn’t here. There is something wrong. I’ve been told he got a letter. He was upset.” You said sharply. Thanatos snapped his head toward you.

“Nonsense. Hypnos almost never leave the house. I’m sure he is fine and doesn’t realize how childish he looks playing this little prank.”

The deep cut into Alex’ body flashed in your mind. Even the involuntary flitches that the warriors gave whenever Pyrrhus was mentioned. This fight between you and Pyrrhus started over some title but something unseen had shifted and changed everything.

“This isn’t a trick.’ You bit out, “I don’t why you are-“

“This is part of the problem, you spoiled him. Just letting him be a child-“ Thanatos started when a knock came though. Both you and him turned to see Megaera, her painted lips twisted.

“Come with me.” She ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. “There's something you both need to see.”

Small drops of pure gold glittered in the faint of light of Tartarus, stark and wrong against the dark stones.

Blood of a god. Hypnos’ blood and the words sounded so deeply wrong. The idea of something cutting into his soft flesh until he bled made you want to puke.

There was a small trail before it stopped, as if he had vanished in thin air.

Feeling numb, your thoughts frozen in a snapshot of gold, you reached down and brushed a finger against it. It was almost dried, tracky against your skin.

“When?” Thanatos’ deep voice broke the still air. In a moment, everything else fell away as you met his narrowed eyes. Yours and his mutual feeling of dislike pushed aside.

“It is a small amount, so less than half an hour. If that.” You replied hoarsely. Your fingers shook in your quiet rage until you curled them in a fist, smearing the blood against your palm.

Meg flicked her ponytail, “None of the oncoming shades saw anything. They did say that none of the usual shades aren’t here though. And I have to agree, normally there are at least a dozen mulling around.”

“It was Pyrrhus.” You said quietly.

Taking a sharp inhale, you shook your head. “Megaera, could you help us? The quicker we can find him, the better..”

“Of course, Hypnos is a dear friend. You and your family are as well. I will get as many eyes out as I can.” Megaera nodded, her whip already out then she vanished, the darkness of Tartarus swallowed her whole.

Once when it was just you and Thanatos, the god of death stared at you. His voice strained, poorly hiding his own rage.“I won’t say what I am thinking. If your brother does anything to my twin, you will shoulder that burden until the last star dies, do you understand me?”

There was something inside burning - devouring you- but you almost didn’t feel it. You never felt so calm before. So sure what needs to be done.

“I understand.” You told him.

Pyrrhus had never left you alone, tormenting you and your parents. He had even turned away Achilles’ attempts at reconciliation. Pyrrhus had chosen hate and pain and his own damn pride every single time.

You had speared Pyrrhus in life. You could have killed him on the steps of your Father’s tomb but you didn’t want that to be your father’s legacy, his sons killing one another.

You won’t make that mistake again.

If someone asked for a timeline, you wouldn’t be able to give it to them. Time itself had warped and shifted into something that moved too quick and too slow at same time.

Funny it used to mean nothing but now, it was everything as you tore through the pits of the underworld, trying to find Hypnos. Anyone that tried to stop you went down before they could blink.

Thanatos picked off enemies when he could, you and him both moved in silence, one goal in mind. It was a shame you and him didn’t get along, Thanatos was a solid warrior, capable of taking out foes in a single attack.

Your parents and Zagreus had met you by the Elysium’s entrance, their faces grim. You saw how tight Achilles was holding his spear, his knuckles white. You knew your father was blaming himself and if you could think past the memory of golden blood, you would tell him it wasn’t.

But you didn’t.

“We should split up for now, we can cover more ground. Zagreus with Achilles and Thanatos with us. They can summon the others when we find Hypnos.” Patroclus ordered and you only nodded, glad that someone could think clearly because you knew you couldn’t, even with the strange tranquil rage inside of your core.

You had gone several levels up and you were starting to fear that Pyrrhus somehow got past Cerberus and out into the world, dragging Hypnos along with him.

It was only when you felt something wet brush against your leg that you realized the river Lethe was trying to get your attention. The mist never traveled this far over the ground, that much you knew. When you risked a nod, it pulled itself back, trying to get you to follow.

You glanced toward Zagreus and Patroclus who were closer to the doors, their heads bowed as they tried to work to where to go next. Then you went to the river, still way but desperate enough to try anything.

The mist twisted and formed as you watched with a furrowed brow, then a symbol of Charon formed, and it matched one of the doors then another symbol appeared, a heart - Thanatos’- then lastly a different one formed.

A single white wing with soft clouds curled around it. A line formed, twisting and turning into a swirl.

“Thanatos!” You barked, surprising them both. Thanatos glared but before he could say anything, you pointed toward the river. “Come here now.”

Thanatos obeyed, signing. “We don’t have time for this. My brother...” He trailed off when he saw what you did. Patroclus frowned, “I never seen that one before.”

“I know where Hypnos is.” Thanatos said breathlessly.

(Hypnos’ pov)

It was so, so cold.

For long moments that was all Hypnos was really aware of. He wished desperately he still had his cloak because then at least he could still wrap up in it. But it was lost along with his sleep mask, ripped off by Pyrrhus and tossed into the pit of darkness inside Tartarus.

Wincing, Hypnos stared at the shackles, the metal wrapped so tightly around his wrists that they dug into his flesh every breath he took. Golden blood welled up and dripped on the ground. There were deep markings on the dull metal, but between the black eye Pyrrhus had kindly gifted him and the headache that came with it, he might have been able to understand it.

Blood and darkness, he just wanted to be warm again. He wanted to see his mortal again, to be held and have your low voice smoothing his pain away. Hypnos closed his eyes, letting himself get lost for a moment. He could almost feel the weight of you against him, hands running through his curls slowly.

Pyrrhus jerked on the chain and Hypnos cried out unwillingly, biting down his lip so hard that it bled. Rough fingers grabbed his chin and Hypnos met fevered blue eyes.

Pyrrhus, the son of Achilles, looked like a madman.

They had only met once but Pyrrhus had looked sane, well put together but the shade that stood before Hypnos was different. His blue eyes were burning but glazed over, a hazy mist hypnos couldn't break past. His thick, red braid was loose and lopsided, the tip of it burnt. Even his armor- polished to a shine before- was covered in ashes and burnt in some places.

It threw Hypnos off, because at least before he could have spoken to Pyrrhus as one being to another. Now he might as well be trying to speak to a shadow for all the good it did.

“I killed a god, just like you.” Pyrrhus snarled before he threw Hypnos back on the ground, the soft grass of Elysium offered little comfort. “Then I- I killed…”

Pyrrhus trailed off, staring past Hypnos, into some far away place. It reminded him of you whenever the past called you back. Except Hypnos was more than happy to leave Pyrrhus there, so for the first time in his life, Hypnos stayed quiet.

Thanatos would be proud, Hypnos thought hysterically as he tried to work out exactly where he was in Elysium. They were near a cliff, deep inside Elysium itself and past where even most of the shades made their homes.

Then Hypnos realized he was close to his cave, just maybe one or two levels if he had to guess and suddenly, tears stung his eyes. He was so close to safety but it was out of his reach.

The only sound he heard was the soft, flowing sound of the River Lethe and he wished desperately that he could call out to it.

The river would be deaf to his cries however.

Whatever this thing that Pyrrhus put on him, blocked all of Hypnos’ powers. His body felt weak as a newborn. Not even a snap worked, nothing. When he used his powers, he would feel warmth flood every single part of his being. Even when he was a child, it took effort from his mom to control his power for him.

Now there was nothing but a cold, empty void.

Pyrrhus took several deep huffing breaths, almost like a bull, his eyes focused on Hypnos’ form on the ground. He kneeled down to Hypnos, and this time his hold was gentle. “I should have been Achilles’ legacy, the house guard and the gods would have chosen me.”

Hypnos licked his lips, tasting his own blood. A reminder of what could happen if he wasn’t careful with his words. A part of him wanted to spit in Pyrrhus’ face. He wanted to tell him no gods would never choose him but held back. For now.

“It is not too late, you know. I mean, everyone makes mistakes, darkness I know I do all the time. Like the other day -or night-, I misplaced so much paperwork and ended up having to redo them. Only I found them after I got done with the new set. Oh man, I was upset.” Hypnos babbled, a nervous giggle breaking past his mouth. “My point is, if you just take these off and return me back to the house-“

The blow came before Hypnos could flitch away, bouncing his head against the ground and Hypnos laid there in stunned pain, blinking sluggishly.

“You really do talk too much.” Pyrrhus snapped as he stood. He started to circle Hypnos’ body. Still in a daze, Hypnos’ eyes tried to follow him, too scared to let him out of sight for even a moment.

“This is my birthright.” Pyrrhus said, more to himself than Hypnos. “I am the real son of Achilles, It is my name that will be remembered no matter what. I made sure of that.”

“You may be his son but you are nothing like your father.” Hypnos snapped, and Pyrrhus’ eyes snapped toward him but Hypnos didn’t look away. For a moment his pain and anger overridden his fear and Hypnos scoffed at Pyrrhus.

“No wonder Achilles named Y/N his real heir over a childish fool like you.” Hypnos said, bracing himself for the hit. “You are only hurting yourself. All over some title that means nothing. You had a chance to be your own man, to be someone better than your father but you never took it.”

Pyrrhus just stared down at him for a very long moment, his face slacked - and Hypnos was struck by just how much he really did look like Achilles- then slowly a wide, toothy smile formed on his face. Strands of red hair rested against his cheeks, marking him like blood and he chuckled quietly.

“Big words coming from a useless god like you. Doing nothing and playing at being a whore.” Pyrrhus said, his tone gentle. “No wonder you and that rabid animal get along. I bet you even let anyone mount you like some bitch.”

Then he slammed his foot down on Hypnos’ head, grinding his face in the ground and crushing his wing under the weight of his foot. The little wing jerked in pain, losing soft white feathers that landed in the puddle of golden blood.

Hypnos yelped loudly, feet kicking uselessly. He didn’t know how long lasted, it felt like forever and he wondered if he was going to be his turn go down the river styx and would his sister even return him-

Then Pyrrhus let up, and Hypnos tried to roll away but rough hands yanked him back. A hand buried in his curls, nails digging into his scalp - so unlike your gentle touch- and with a pull, Hypnos’ head was jerked back, made to face Pyrrhus.

The man loomed over him, one hand fisted in Hypnos’ chiton, almost pushing it up.

For a moment, Hypnos feared the worst, of a violation deeper than the chains and he almost screamed out your name, for his brothers, for his mom or for anyone to come help.

Pyrrhus spat in his face, drool sliding down Hypnos’ cheek. He scoffed in disgust. “Too bad for you I don’t want Y/N’s sloppy seconds.”

He shoved Hypnos back down on the ground as he started to pace again. Hypnos fought back the tears of relief, already humiliated enough. He would not give Pyrrhus the satisfaction.

Taking a steadying breath, he watched the tall grass swayed in the breeze, a single pink butterfly drifting onward. His body ached in ways he didn’t realize was possible and he just wanted to go home now. He wanted his family, he wanted you.

Someone would have noticed by now, it felt like hours had passed. Hypnos didn’t know what Pyrrhus had plotted. That if there was a plan beyond Hypnos’ stuffering.

Something glinted in the glass, close within reach.

A broken off spear tip.

Suddenly a memory of your voice, a low rumble in his ear with your arm around his waist came to him. You had talked about how peaceful Elysium should have been but there were so many battles that sometimes you step on arrows and spears. It wasn't unheard for there to be piles of broken weapons just laying around.

Hypnos watched Pyrrhus, waiting for his back to turn. Then quietly so as not to make the chains rattled too much, he gripped the speartip, covered by his fingers and held it close to his chest.

Closing his eyes, he went over his training. He tried to remember past the headache forming of everything you taught him, how to hold a weapon to even the way Zagreus fought. The ghost of your touches brought some odd comfort even as he listened to Pyrrhus’ mad murmuring.

Hypnos’ fingers tightened around the spear tip, cutting into his flesh.

Rolling over, and making as much noise as he could, he met Pyrrhus’ stare. Slowly he sat up, ignoring his achy body. With a cheerful smile, he held up the chains and rattled them again before dropping them in his lap. The spear tip hidden in his hand.

“I just need to know.” Hypnos said, trying to make his voice full with admiration, “How did you make something like this? Not even most gods could create such a thing.”

Pyrrhus stared at him for a long moment and Hypnos ducked his eyes away. He never was good at lying or doing anything like this but he needed to use whatever tools he had.

Slowly Hypnos looked up at Pyrrhus again, trying to play up the fanboy behavior Thanatos accused him of. “I mean, this is something else. I knew you were the sole reason the Greeks won the Trojan war but I thought it was because of what a powerful warrior you were. I didn’t realize how clever you were.”

Hypnos stopped even if he wanted to ramble on, and waited for Pyrrhus to speak. His fingers were trembling from a cocktail of nerves and pain. He thought for a moment Pyrrhus saw past Hypnos’ poor attempt of flattery then he smirked. It looked wrong with his face, he really did look too much like Achilles.

“I will admit, it wasn’t me who made those chains.” Pyrrhus said. “But you will never know who, god of sleep. Rather, do you want to know something else?”

Hypnos swallowed, not liking how quickly the conversation turned on him. “O-oh? What is that?”

“Those are the same chains Sisyphus used on your brother.” Pyrrhus gloated, clearly pleased at the shocked look on Hypnos’s face.

“I am not that worthless mutt. I won’t fall for your tricks or pretty face, Lord Hypnos.”

Hypnos stared at the chains, feeling sick and wished that he had pushed to get more information out Thanatos then maybe he could break free. He took a deep breath, “What good does it do to hurt me? Even if you kill me, you won’t get what you want.”

Pyrrhus dropped his smile. Something his face changed, and he almost looked sane. It reminded Hypnos of a snake just moments before devouring its prey. It was disturbing to watch how Pyrrhus just changed like that, from mad man to this empty being before his very eyes.

“I know. I know it very well, Hypnos.” Pyrrhus said and he actually sounded regretful. His voice was calm and sure. “I also know I’m ready. I am claiming my birthright. I am going to become greater than Y/N, greater than my father, even Zeus will tremble before me.”

“What are you talking about?” Hypnos said with a broken laugh, shaking his head.“I don’t understand.”

“I used to ask what kills a god then I realized something. I should be asking ‘How is a god born?’. And thanks to the true ruler of the underworld, I know that answer.” Pyrrhus said softly.

Frowning, Hypnos’s mind raced. Pyrrhus was talking nonsense, he was insane. He was-

“Mania?” Hypnos said in a cracked whisper, a shiver going down his spine at the pleased smile on Pyrrhus’ face.

Pyrrhus grabbed Hypnos’ wrists, pressing down on the metal. Hypnos gave a small cry of pain, his golden blood welling up and trailing over Pyrrhus’ hands. Unwillingly, Hypnos dropped the spear tip from his twitching fingers, but the shade was so lost in watching the golden blood simmer that he didn’t notice.

“Lady Mania came to me, her beauty and grace unmatched. She saw how I’ve been robbed of my birthright, she held out her hand and offered me salvation.”

Pyrrhus leaned forward and dragged his tongue across the blood with a satisfied groan. Hypnos gagged and tried to pull away to no avail. The damp tongue went all the way up to Hypnos’ palm.

“Ew! Ew! Don’t touch me!”

“I will drink the real nectar of the gods, every last drop and be reborn again.” Pyrrhus sighed happily. “She had shown me the truth that even the gods shy away from.”

“You are mad.” Hypnos gasped out, trying to jerk away, acid raising in his mouth. This wasn’t a death like Zagreus or you or anyone else would know, this would be a true death of a god. His death.

Pyrrhus just laughed and laughed and laughed. With one hand, he pulled out an xiphos. It gleamed in the pale light of Elysium, ugly as its master.

He pinned Hypnos down with a bulky arm easily, a knee digging into his stomach. You had taught him to get out a hold like this before but right now, his mind was blank with fear.

Pyrrhus spoke, his voice calm and assured. “Gentle Hypnos, son of ever-present Nyx. The god of sleep and dreams and nightmares, of the worlds only exist between, I will drink you in and be made whole.”

Hypnos was going to be sick. Actually sick.

“No.” He whimpered, jerked but too weakened by the magic in the chains. Tears rolled his cheeks as he stared at the xiphos, more strange letters carved in the metal. “Don’t do this. She is lying to you! All you will earn is damnation.”

“For what it's worth, I’m sorry. But be glad you were deemed worthy to be part of my salvation.” Pyrrhus said and strangely enough, Hypnos almost believed him.

The blade moved through the air, the handle covered by gold stained fingers.

“Nonono-“

For a moment, Hypnos didn’t understand, everything flashing before his eyes.

The cool touch of his mother’s hand on his cheek, Thanatos’ real beautiful smile when Hypnos been able to surprise him with a joke, Charon’s head pat when Hypnos hugged him, the way Zagreus used to leave small childish footsteps in the carpet as he followed Thanatos everywhere, the way Meg always had a clever word for Hypnos’ teasing.

The way you kissed him for the first time, taking his breath away. The gentle way you touched him every single time, how carefully you listened to even his most nonsense venting, of the quiet moments doing meaningless paperwork with each other, of time wasted together in bed.

That sometimes you would just hold him and everything made sense. The way you loved him every part of your being. Of the countless ways he loved you back.

The xiphos never landed.

There was a roar, animal-like and enraged and Hypnos jerked when something slammed into Pyrrhus. It only for a single breath but he knew it was You. The fury in your face almost made you unrecognizable but he would know you no matter what, he knew you would come for him. His champion.

Pyrrhus was there for a moment, his face twisted and wrong, then suddenly, Hypnos only saw the evergreen beauty of Elysium. Screaming and metal crashing echoed, hiding the gentle sound of the river lethe but Hypnos could only lay there, his heart racing.

Then Thanatos and Patroclus’ faces appeared above him. And Hypnos somehow was able to set up, dazed and confused. He saw Achilles rushed past them, Zagreus just a step behind him.

“Hypnos? Can you understand me?” Patroclus asked, already studying his wrists, his brow furrowed. Thanatos grimaced, his face paled as he met Hypnos’ eyes. He knew these chains and guilt was clear on his face.

Hypnos loved his twin so much, it was beyond words and he wished he could tell Thanatos that guilt had no place between them. That he was sorry that he never fully understood the pain Thanatos went through.

Patroclus was gentle as he touched the cuffs and y/n really was his son in the best ways possible and no wonder Achilles adored Patroclus the way he did. If Hypnos could actually think, actually speak in normal words, he would have told them.

“I had those on me before. We’re going to need help removing those.” Thanatos told Patroclus. “Hypnos. Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Hypnos blinked slowly then he offered up a crooked smile, “Took everyone long enough. Did anyone bring chips? Oh and wine? I forgot to bring some.” He slurred, a laugh bubbling out past his lips.

Then his head dipped back, hands grabbing him as the world went to black.

(Y/n’s pov)

Back in the war, you had seen men gone mad. The threat of looming death, of watching friends and brothers die for nothing in the bloody fields, of becoming a killer. It was too much for some.

So they will drown themselves in the wine or the sea itself. Others would rush into the battle and let the enemies’ spears do the work. You had seen Achilles' face when Patroclus' broken body was brought back.

You had seen madness.

This was something else, something unnatural.

Pyrrhus screamed, stumbling back and panting so hard that drool was spilling from his lips. He looked unkempt, his armor that was always polished to a shine was covered in soot. His red braid loosen, burnt and if you looked close enough, it was matted in several spots.

It was his eyes that gave away his madness, his eyes were always bright like their father but now it was glazed over. A flame hidden under hazy glass.

You chased after him but Pyrrhus rushed at you just as quickly, teeth bared and snarling. For long moments, there was nothing but screaming and metal crashing and You ducked out of the way, landing a hard punch under his chin causing him to stumble back.

Then you grabbed him by the wrist so tightly that his xiphos fell to the ground. You used your own heavy weight to slam him into the ground and bashed his head into the dirt several times. Harder each time, the sounds of a skull cracking only encouraged you.

Pyrrhus just laughed, high pitched and broken. It sounded like he was sobbing. “I fucked your little bitch, he begged for it-“

You punched his nose again, breaking it. and you punched again, and again as rage burned in your chest. How dare he think he even had the right to touch Hypnos, to even think he was allowed to look at him- you realized dimly that you were snarling this in his face but you couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.

Faint lights cracked along Pyrrhus’ face but his too wide bloodshot eyes never looked away, staring you down. “Don’t think you will be reborn, I was chosen! Not you!” Pyrrhus howled. “I will kill you! You are nothing but a worthless dog!”

You lifted another fist, not planning on stopping then a hand caught your wrist, holding on tight. Right on the armband Hypnos had given you. You jerked your head back, and saw Achilles staring down at you and Pyrrhus. You couldn’t read the expression on his face.

You glanced toward Hypnos but you only saw Patroclus and Thanatos bowed over him, quietly speaking to each other. After a moment, you slumped slightly, the rage still there but there was someone more important.

Wordlessly you stood, glaring down at him. Pyrrhus could rot for all you cared, even if his madness was pitiful to watch.

Achilles keld next down to his son's head, only then did you realize it was grief on his face. “Oh Pyrrhus.” Your father said quietly, so soft you almost didn’t hear it.

Pyrrhus let out a low moan as if something inside broke.

Zagreus placed his sword tip against Pyrrhus’ neck. “Pyrrhus, By order of my Father, Hades the Lord and Master of the underworld and to all of those who dwell in the gloom, you are to stand trial for your crimes.”

You gave Pyrrhus one last look of disgust, you almost didn’t recognize him. But it wasn’t your problem anymore, Pyrrhus would learn of Master Hades’ hard sense of justice.

You walked away from him and toward Hypnos. You heard Zagreus’ summoning call for the furies. Moments later, the three sisters appeared but all you cared about was Hypnos.

What you saw almost made you turn back so you could give Pyrrhus the beating he deserved.

Dull silver cuffs dug so tightly into his wrists, the chain darkened by ashes, trails of golden blood dried on. There were bruises all the way up his arms and his cheeks. The black eye was dark against his skin and swollen as well. His lip split open, fresh golden blood welling up.

It was the sight of the little wing that broke your heart the most. The wing looked bent in the wrong way, broken and patchy from lost feathers. You spied some in the grass, little white ones that drifted on.

Your hands were in tight fists. it was clear Pyrrhus had shown Hypnos no mercy and it took everything you had not to show him the same.

Your eyes darted over his chiton,looking for signs of rips but the fabric looked intact. It wasn’t a guarantee but Pyrrhus might not have had the chance to hurt Hypnos like that.

“Sir Y/N.” Thanatos said quietly, “I need your help.”

“What do you need me to do?” You replied, getting down on the ground with them as Patroclus tucked a folded up cloak under Hypnos’ head, his hands careful of the wing.

Hypnos’ eye fluttered open at the movement, head rolling to face you. “Oh, my mortal. I will see you again when the tapestry unravels.” He slurred, the words not making much sense. You tried to smile at him but you knew it wasn’t a real one but Hynos only closed his eye.

Thanatos grimaced, “These aren’t normal shackles. Right now, they are sapping away his energy. Between you, me and Megaera, we should be able to break these. Once we do, he will start to heal.”

“Got it.” You said. You took Hypnos’ left hand as Thanatos took his right. Normally Hypnos was always warm like he had been lying in the sun all day but right now, his slender fingers felt like ice.

You covered it with both of yours, even though you had a feeling it would be useless but you needed to at least try to get him some warmth.

Megaera kneeled next to Thanatos once Patroclus moved out of the way. Patroclus’ hand landed on your shoulder before stepping away, a silent supporter. Achilles joined him, looking exhausted but he gave you an encouraging nod.

Zagreus sighed when Megaera glanced up at him. “Your sisters are something else. But they will keep Pyrrhus in Tartarus until you come back.”

“Thanatos, what do we need to do?” You asked, unable to keep waiting. You wanted Hypnos out those damn chains. He looked over to Megaera who sighed and gave you a pitying look.

“See the clasps on the cuff? You and Thanatos will need to press down on them at the same time I break the chain between them.” Megaera said, her mouth twisted.

“And it is going to hurt Hypnos. A lot.” She finished, her voice hard.

You winced and Thanatos wouldn’t look away from Hypnos’ face. The last thing you wanted to do was add even more pain on top of everything else. It was already your fault that Pyrrhus tried to hurt Hypnos in the first place and now this.

But it was also the only way to help Hypnos now. Afterward, you would spend every single moment making it up to him.

“Alright. On three?” You asked as you wrapped both hands around the cuff on Hypnos’ wrist and Thanatos copied you. Megaera reached for the middle and gave a nod.

Forgive me, love.

“One. Two… Three!”

The metal snapped apart easily, golden blood spilled quickly from the dozen of tiny deep cuts, coating both your and Thanatos’ fingers. Then Hypnos jerked and twitched and his eyes snapping open and going wide then his pained, sobbing wail would haunt your dreams for the rest of eternity.

From the looks on everyone else’s faces, it looked like it would haunt them as well.

It was a mercy when Hypnos passed back out again, going limp. Meg gathered up the chains of her arms, a dark anger in her face. Carefully you picked up Hypnos in bridal style, keeping his head on your shoulder.

Thanatos cupped Hypnos’ face and he leaned down and pressed his forehead against Hypnos. He whispered something but you tried not to listen, wanting to give Thanatos the moment he needed.

Thanatos pulled away and met your eyes. For once there was no anger, just relief.

“Let's get my brother home.”

#wake me from this dreaming #hypnos x male!reader #fanfic

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years ago

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Hiii, could i have a request for how the gang members would react to meeting a historian or explorer in the wild?? thank you! I love your blogs sm!!

anon ily <3333 i went wayy overboard with these but i regret nothing bc this was soo cute and fun to write. I hope u enjoy and i made it gn for everyone. I only did the VDL boys for this but if enough ppl like it i might do the girls with something similar idk yet?

Dutch Van Der Linde

Dutch first laid eyes on you when you were hanging off the edge of a cliff after slipping when you got too close to the edge. He immediately ran over to you, helping you off the cliff and getting you settled back on your feet.

He seemed genuinely concerned and agreed to help you safely record the rock carving that was on the side of the cliff face, keeping you from falling.

You were a historian and had been studying these mysterious rock carvings after meeting an equally mysterious man, Francis Sinclair.

You didn’t see much of Dutch Van Der Linde after that until you ran into him again in Saint Denis in the saloon. He remembered who you were instantly and started up a conversation about your work where you chatted away for hours.

You became very close after that and he often accompanied you to Museums and fancy fundraisers that you were invited to.

He’d always get dressed up and complimented your finer outfits which was such a difference to the field gear you’d have on. You’d spend all night chatting away over nice champagne and dancing together before actually engaging with other guests but you didn’t have a care in the world with Dutch in your life.

Arthur Morgan

Arthur finds you standing in the middle of a field, flipping over rocks and staring numbly at what appeared to be a map in your hands.

When he approached you he soon learnt you were a young amateur explorer about to get your big break with a treasure hunt but you couldn’t find the gold bars for the life of you.

Arthur gave you a heart warming smile and held up a gold bar after retrieving it from his satchel having felt a little bad that he’d discovered it not a week before you.

The two of you laughed about it, calling yourself a fool for trying to find it for so long when it was clearly missing— the thought that someone took it clearly never crossed your mind.

Arthur was always a gentleman however and promised to make it up to you. After taking you to dinner and getting to know him better, you spent the next few days camping out and finding a new treasure together.

You travelled through caves and through valleys of flowers to find this treasure. Sometimes it was so beautiful that the two of you just stopped by a stream to let your horses rest and enjoy the scenery.

When you finally found the treasure you gave Arthur a big hug in excitement which caught him by surprised but he happily returned. He let you keep the treasure and wished you luck with more exploring but of course that wasn’t the last time you saw Arthur again.

Charles Smith

Charles meets you one day while you’re out surveying wildlife. You specialised in conservation, wanting to study and protect animal species.

Fresh out of the university from Saint Denis you’d been dying to get out of the confining city and explore the heartlands. That’s where a kind gentleman named Charles Smith had offered to protect you and show you around the herds of bison you’d taken to studying.

You spent days together riding the over the hills and following the herd as they travelled. While you were Charles told you all about his family and the respect and love they have for the beautiful creatures.

It was amazing the array of knowledge Charles knew about bison and you couldn’t stop the smile on your face as he told you about the characteristics of the bison. You rushed to take notes in your journal, knowing that all that he told you would help you study and protect these animals.

“Do you think it’ll actually do any good? The work you’re doing?”

“One can only hope Mr.Smith but I will do everything in my ability to protect such beautiful creatures.”

Even when you had to return to the city for study you constantly wrote to Charles, staying in touch and keeping him updated with all your work. It was hard to say goodbye to someone you’d grown close to but you made regular visits to each other long after that.

John Marston

You first found John in the saloon after a long day at work, in desperate need of a drink. Being a zoologist you instantly noticed the scars on his face and would’ve guessed a wolf was the animal that caused the damage.

The two of you instantly started up a conversation and shared all kinds of stories. He told you about being up on the mountain while you showed him the scar on your arm from your run in with a cougar.

You were collecting a compendium of all the animals across the heartlands and during the months you worked on it, you ran into John more than once.

He was always curious about your work and you often spent time together in the afternoon sun, showing him the animals you’d found so far.

“What about the stray dogs in town or do you only deal with cougars and wolves?”

“Well they’re animals too aren’t they not?”

Even though you couldn’t see John all the time, he often came along with you to see the wildlife and covered you when you were around particularly dangerous animals and you enjoyed every second you had with him.

Micah Bell

When Micah met you he had absolutely no idea what you were on about. In his mind the whole idea of a palaeontologist is ridiculous and made up, much less the fact that you chose to read books and study in your spare time.

At first he doesn’t do anything but mock your work but after running into you time and time again he finally started to come around.

He grew more and more curious when he saw the drawings in your sketch books of dinosaurs and even more so when he laid eyes on the fossils. But knowing Micah, he’s still incredibly stubborn.

“Ain’t no way that thing is real.”

“One needs an open mind to comprehend what’s prehistoric Mr.Bell. It requires a certain practice.”

Every so often on your work you’d run into Micah who’d be riding around on his horse, just passing by. By now you’d consider him a friend and your face lit up as he pulled a small ammonite fossil from his bag.

It wasn’t really your area of expertise but you could tell he wanted to impress you and seemed almost nervous as you examined the fossil. Nonetheless you could tell it was real and you let him keep the small fossil as a reminder of you until the next time you saw him.

Javier Escuella

Javier meets you when you’re down my the docks, trying to capture the sunlight and noticed him fishing.

Not wanting to disturb him you kept out of his hair until you heard him cheer loudly at a catch he managed to pull in. In your particular interest in animals, you couldn’t help but ask if you could take a photo of the fish he’d caught.

From then on the two of you became friends, often running into each other as you tried to capture landscapes and wildlife.

You’d always spend the day together and you’d show him how to use a camera while he showed you how to fish and play the guitar.

When you spent time apart you’d often write to each other to fill the gap. You’d always send pictures with little writing on the back of them while he sent you poems and songs that he wrote for you, promising to play them for you next time you’d meet.

In your personal journal you have the first picture you ever took of Javier, kept safe between the pages. He’s standing along the docks, facing the away from the water as he holds up a large sturgeon and a large smile.

You and Javier always stay in touch and after he told you of his chaotic and dangerous time in guarma he made light of it by telling you about all the different wildlife he saw while he was there.

Bill Williamson

Bill stumbles upon you in the wild by accident. He’s out scouting a lead when he ended up getting lost through the shrubbery and found you examining flowers closely.

When you told him you were a botanist he looked as if you’d just spoken a different language to him because he didn’t have a clue as to what that meant. Bill always made you laugh fondly at the confused look when you told him all the scientific names of flowers.

In Bill’s mind, a flower was a flower. There was purple flowers and blue flowers and even red ones but they didn’t have their own names.

The next time Bill ran into you he brought you what he thought was a bouquet of white flowers. Instead they were actually a species of weed that was poisonous when eaten but it didn’t stop you from smiling and hugging him which was the intended purpose.

In light of that incident Bill was actually curious about some plants, trying to learn about them more. When Bill went exploring with you he pointed out some of his favourites and you picked a few to put them in the brim of his hat for him to take him back to camp.

When you run into him again Bill tries to give you another flower, this time actually understanding the plant he’d picked was a Vanilla Flower Orchid or the Vanilla planifolia but he never learnt how to pronounce it unlike you.

With a high blush Bill placed the flower behind your ear and you pulled him into a hug, being careful not to crush the beautiful flower.

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years ago

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Obey Me + Jealousy

prompt: The Demon Brothers don’t like that you’re spending time with your best friend in the human world. Loosely based off this prompt done previously.

Lucifer

It had been a long time since you had been up to the human world. Even longer since you had seen your best friend. You were so excited to see them! Laughing. Telling old inside stories. Catching up on gossip.

Although you were having a great time in the human world, your escort for the day did not seem to be enjoying all your world had to offer.

In order to get ‘top side’ Lucifer had to come with you. He was the only one able to open the portal there and back, and insisted on coming with you to keep you safe. You felt the need to remind him that the Devildom was the actual dangerous place, but it would take longer than just letting him come.

Now you kind of wish you had taken the time to argue. He was really being a major downer the whole day.

“Are you ok? You seem irritated.” Or, well, more irritated than usual.

“No. I’m fine.” Lucifer replied. Although not lending any credibility to the statement. “I’m just thinking of all the more useful things I could be doing with my time.”

You frown at his flip comment. “If you don’t want to be here, then you can leave. No one is making you stay here.”

“Fine. Since you seem so entertained by your little friend to pay any attention to me, perhaps it is best if I do head home.”

You blink a little at Lucifer’s statement. It was cold, and once again flip, as usual. But you were surprised he mentioned your friend. “Lucifer, are you jealous I’m spending time with them?”

The demon rebuttaled with a surprised look before he frowned at you. “I am not jealous.”

“Really? Cause it seems like your-“I am not jealous!” He repeated, louder and sterner this time. He let that moment linger there before he sighed and looked away with his arms cross. “I am….perhaps irritated to be ignored.”

‘Right, so, totally jealous.’ You think to yourself. But have the good sense to keep that thought to yourself alone. You suppose you could see where he was coming from. It’s hard to be the odd man out when you and your friends get together. Being so proud and prominent in the demon world, this is probably the first time it had happened to Lucifer.

“I’m sorry if you’re feeling left out. I’ll try to be more inclusive.”

“No. You’re right.” Lucifer remarked. Finally looking back at you with a much softer expression. “It’s foolish of me to think I can take all of your time. You deserve some moments of your own. I shouldn’t have intruded.” His hand reached out to cup your cheek, while offering you the faintest of smiles. “I will leave, but not because I’m angry. I want you to spend time with your friend and enjoy it, which would be best when I’m not around. Just call me when you’re ready to come home and I’ll come fetch you.” He released your cheek and took a step back. Smiling at you again before he disappeared.

You wonder, briefly, if he could feel your heart swelling with pride after you left. To think a small human like you could make the great Lucifer jealous.

Mammon

There were a lot of things you loved about Mammon.

His spontaneity. His zest for life. How nothing ever seemed to get him down for too long.

However, it was hard to remember all those good qualities when he was behaving so poorly all day.

“Mammon! Can you knock it off?!”

“What?! I’m just standing here. I’m not good enough at standing here for ya now!” The demon barked back. Not matching your whisper tone at all.

“That’s not what I said, and you know it. You’ve been a jerk all day and I’d like you to cut it out.”

“Oh, so now I’m a jerk! Well sorry sweetheart but I’m a demon. We’re not ‘upposed to be nice and friendly all the time. Sometimes we get ta be jerks!”

“Good lord, say it a little bit louder Mammon!” You hiss back at him letting practically the whole world, or at least this park, know he was a demon.

Mammon tsked his teeth and turned away from you. “Can’t do anything right.” He muttered. “Why don’t you go hang out with your friend then, if I’m such a jerk? You two seem ta be having a grand ol’ time on your own with me here. Shouldn’t make much of a difference if I’m gone.” He said before crossing his arms in a huff.

“Is that what this is about?” You ask. Ignoring his little out burst (because when he gets this way it’s just best to ignore him). “You’re mad that I’m spending time with my friend and not you?”

“No!” Yes. Totally yes.

“Mammon are you jealous?”

The demon floundered comically at the question, his mouth opening & closing like a fish as he tried to find words, before he answered. “I am not jealous!!” Great come back. “The Great Mammon does not get jealous! Ya hear! I’m just pissed because you’re spending all this time with them when I’m the one who schlepped all the way up here for ya, and used my connections to get us top side!” He turned away again and recrossed his arms. Then he muttered under his breath, “it was just supposed to be you and me today, for once.”

A sigh left you lips, and you step closer to Mammon to place your hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your plans. I was just excited to see my friend. It’s been so long. Plus I wanted you to meet them so I can show you off. You are my first after all.”

Those blue gold eyes got a little wide, and Mammon blushed, before he gulped once and refocused himself. “Y-Y-Yeah! Of course. Ya should be proud to show me off. It’s not everyone who gets to be seen with an all-powerful demon like me. If anyone is ‘jealous’ it should be everyone else for not having the Great Mammon by their side!”

“Of course,” you agree with a giggle. Before you lean up and give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m lucky to have you.”

“D-Don’t ya forget it!”

Levi

“Hey, [Y/N]-chan, I think I’m gonna head home.”

You look up from your soda at Levi, who was fidgeting beside you after he spoke. “What? Why? I thought you were having fun.”

“Yeah, no. No I mean….you seem like your having fun with your friend so I don’t want to bother you. 3 is a crowd.”

“Levi, that’s not true. You’re not bothering us. I just wanted to spend sometime with my bff while we’re in town.”

“No. I get it. Who would want to hang out with a crummy otaku like me.”

“Levi, that’s not what I said. I do want to hang out with you!”

“But you have your normie friend.” Levi looked past you at the friend in question. “Look at them. Being out, talking to people like a regular person. I can never do that. You should go on without me and leave me here. You seem much happier with them anyway.”

“Levi…come on. That isn’t—” Your train of thought stops itself as it came to a sudden, and abrupt realization. “Levi, are you jealous?”

The blue haired demon responded with his trademark ‘eehhh??’ at the question, and quickly covered his face with is arm. “O-O-Of course not!” He exclaimed. Barely hiding the blush on his cheeks. “Who would be jealous of a normie?? I just I…I mean you…Y-You seem so happy with them [Y/N]-chan. A sad otaku like me can never make you that happy. So it’s just bumming me out!”

You offer Levi a soft smile, then move to squat down in front of him. “True. I am happy when I hang out with my friends. But I’m happy when I hang out with you too. No one can gush about anime with me like you can.” You reassure him. He was the Avatar of Envy after all. What did you expect?

The demon slowly poked his head out from under his arm. “Really?”

“Of course. It’s…not really a side of myself I get to show to people. They think I’m weird. But with you, I can be that part of myself. That’s the part that you have Levi.”

His face turned bright red all over again, and Levi sat there for a moment before he quickly shook his head. “D-Don’t say stuff like that [Y/N]-chan! Don’t make me fall for your normie trap!”

You giggle and stand up again to offer Levi your hand. “Come on. Lets find something we can all do together. The Cineplex is playing some old action movies we can go and make fun of.”

“Oooo! Which ones??”

The distraction of old movies to riff on, and for Levi to share all his in-depth knowledge on, was a welcome alternative for the afternoon. He even had a spirited debate with your best friend on the concepts of CGI graphics vs old school ‘cut & paste’ cinematography. Crisis on planet Earth avoided.

Satan

It was always fun to come back to the human world. Especially with Satan.

Not that you didn’t enjoy spending time with the others, but most of them could be a little....energetic. It was nice to spend a calm afternoon with the 4th brother alone for a change.

You both had stopped in a local coffee shop you loved when you ran into an old friend. You hadn't seen them in so long that you got to talking and eventually invited them to join your table. Where you had been laughing and having a grand time for a while now.

Or so you thought.

Satan hadn’t said a word the whole time you were at the table. Which was necessarily odd. He wasn’t a big talker like some of his brothers. However, you could tell that something was wrong with the way he kept stirring his cup, or how his jaw clenched ever now and then before releasing. His movements subtle, as always.

“I’m gonna get another cup. You want anything?” Your friend asked as they got up from the table, to which both of you motioned no.

“Can we go now.” Your head turned back to Satan at his cool words. “We were supposed to go to the bookstore.”

“We still have time to go to the bookstore.” You tell him. “It doesn’t close until a while from now.”

“Yes. But we agreed to be there at 1:00, and now it’s 1:30. That’s not the way this day was supposed to go.” The blonde replied. Fidgeting with his cup to try and align it perfectly on the saucer. “This day was supposed to be just you and I.”

You blink a little at Satan’s response. Initially thinking that he was miffed about the time. Now, however, you weren’t so sure. “Satan, are you jealous that I paused our date to hang out with my friend?”

The demon sat up straighter; though how you could be sure. Then he frowned. “I am not jealous.”

“No. I get it. It’s hard to be in a group if they have a lot of inside jokes. It’s ok if--“I am not jealous!” He shout. His fist slamming on the table, rattling the frail wood and cups. Alerting everyone in the shop to your conversation.

Satan hissed through his teeth and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Alright. Fine. I am jealous. We so rarely get time away from those idiots, and I was really looking forward to the bookstore with you. Now you have someone else tagging along. Is it so awful to be alone with me?”

Your heart sank a little at that. Was that really how Satan felt? “I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to catch up with my friend for a bit since I haven’t seen them in a while. I didn’t mean to disrupt our date.” The demon blinked a few times at the word ‘date’ then blushed. Muttering about how it wasn’t like that, that he was being unreasonable, that it was all fine. Still, you smile and offer to him, “let me tell them goodbye and we’ll go to the bookstore. If we leave now, we can also stop by the pet store and play with the cats if you’d like.”

Satan fidgeted in his chair. Cheek’s still a stark pink against his blonde hair. “I....would like that.”

Asmo

It was a beautiful day in the human world, and you were so excited to be home.

Being able to spend the day in your home town, with your best friend, shopping and just playing around was the best way to spend an afternoon. Who could be sad at a day like this?

��[Y/NNNNNNNN],” Asmo whined. The usually bubbly demon dragging his shopping bags behind him as he pouted behind you. “Can’t we stop for now”

“Really Asmo? You’re usually much more of a marathon shopper.”

“It’s too hot.” He quipped back. Now with more of a frown than a pout. “This humidity is wreaking havoc on my hair.”

“Why don’t I get us something cool to drink?” Your BFF suggested. Trying to stay positive all afternoon, and pretending that they didn’t hear Asmo’s bitter ‘yeah why don’t you do that’ as they took off and he sat down.

“Asmodeus,” you hiss when you were alone. “Who can you be so rude to them? What is wrong with you today?!”

“It’s not my fault!” Asmo snapped back. Looking wounded but also scratching at his chest where his pact mark was to let you know that he knew he messed up. “This was supposed to be a day for you and me! They’re the one that but in!”

“No. You did. I told you I was going top side for a while to hang out with my friend, and you invited yourself along. So now you’re ruining everyone’s day with this behavior. I really don’t get you.”

Asmo stopped scratching at his chest and pouted for real this time.

“I don’t like seeing you with them.” He confessed. “I don’t like seeing you with anyone. Your smile….it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted to come along with you today because I wanted to see your smile. But seeing you happy with someone else is the worst! I don’t even care about any of this anymore. Not even my new shoes.” His foot kicked at his bag sullenly. Asmo must really be upset. “I want to go home and forget all about the human world. I want you to come home with me!”

You listen for a while before you make a confession of your own. “You’re jealous, aren’t you.” It was plain as day now. Or at least now that you realized he wasn’t just being a brat to be a brat.

Asmo turned and glared at you slightly. “Green is not my color.” He insisted before turning away in a huff.

You chuckle, then sit down beside him on the bench. “I think you look good in any color.” You tell him. Softening the demon up. “You know I care about you Asmo. But me being with my friends doesn’t mean I care about you any less. And that’s no reason to be so ugly to them. You need to apologize.”

The demon winced at the word ‘ugly’, but did seem to agree that he needed to turn this around.

When your friend came back, he quickly apologized. Blaming jet lag, or some other ridiculous believable excuse. It didn’t really matter when he turned on the charm. Gods help him if he ever set his mind to something.

Beel

He was stress eating. You could tell.

Although Beel was still shoveling food into his mouth with his usual speed and gusto, by now you could tell the difference in his eating habits. Like when he was just bored and there was food around, or when he was really hungry for something, or when he was excited to try something new. Right now, he wasn’t enjoying what he was eating. Even when he was bored or just eating to eat, Beel always seemed to enjoy it. Even if it was just a vending machine’s worth of junk.

Right now it just looked like he was doing it to take his mind off something.

“Beel? Is something wrong?” You ask softly. Still getting his attention though, and causing him to stop.

“No. Nothing ’s wrong.” He replied. His voice unusually sullen as he wiped his mouth. You knew something was wrong now. He never sounded said when he was eating. Now something was double wrong because he was lying to you.

“Beel….”

“…I don’t like your friend…” He finally confessed after a moment and long bout of staring.

You blink in surprise at his answer. Not expecting that at all. You’ve never heard Beel say a mean word about anyone before. Let alone not liking a person. “You don’t like my friend? Why? Did they do something wrong?”

“It’s not that. I just….don’t like how you are when you’re with them.” He said. Picking at the various candy wrappers he’d left littered on the table. “You seem happy.”

“Of course I’m happy. They’re my friend. I haven’t seen them in a long time, so I miss them.”

Beel flinched a little. “I know….” He seemed to be feeling bad about this now. “And I want you to be happy. I know the human world is your first home. But I’m scared that….if you like it here so much and them, that you’ll leave us again. When you’re not around it’s like this big whole in my stomach and I can’t fill it up.” His stomach growled in protest, or agreement, at his words, and Beel went back to stress eating his vending machine contents again.

Your gaze softened as you finally understood. He was jealous. He thought your friend was going to ‘take you away’ and leave him alone. That of course was silly because you’d never leave him, or the others, ever if you could help it.

You reach out your hand to stop his arm from lifting another fist full of chips to his mouth. Causing him to pause, with his mouth open, and look at you. “All this junk can’t be good for you.” You announce as you stop up from the park table suddenly. “Why don’t I take you to my favorite restaurant in town? My friend used to work there, so I’m sure we’ll get a great table and lots of yummy stuff on the house if we go.”

Beel’s eyes sparkled at the proposition. “Really??”

You giggle. The way to a man’s heart was through his stomach you suppose. Because after this, and a few unlimited fry baskets later, he and your friend were besties for life as well.

Belphie

"[Y/N], I wanna go home."

"Home?" You ask. "But we just got here." You’d only arrived at the park to meet your friend a few hours ago, and had only just started hanging out.

"Well I'm tired.” Belphie muttered.

“Aren’t you always kind of tired?” You ask, as a joke, but it doesn’t seem well received.

Belphie’s frown deepens, and he even lets out an annoyed little growl, before he turns on his heels to walk away. “Belphie! Where are you going?”

“You nap under that tree.” He announced. But doesn’t seem as thrilled as he normally is about the prospect. Napping under trees was like his third favorite nap spot. “You won’t let me go home, so I’m just going to stay there while you hang out with your friend. You won’t miss me anyway.”

The last part of his statement was muttered under his breath, but you still heard it. Was that what he was being so moody about?

“Belphie? Are you jealous I’m hanging out with my friend?”

“Yes.” He replied. Rather quickly considering, with only a moment to scuff the tip of his shoes. “I don’t like that you’re spending time with them and not me. I don’t like being ignored.”

“I’m not ‘ignoring you’.” You tell him. “I’m just hanging out with my friend for a while. I haven’t seen them in a long time. They’ve probably been lonely too.”

Belphegor huffed again and sagged his shoulders. You know you got him.

Belphie might be kind of selfish sometimes, but there was one thing he could empathize with: being alone. He was cast aside and locked out, partially of his own doing, for a long time. So he didn’t want anyone else to feel that way.

“I just don’t like the idea that you like them better than me.”

“I don’t.” You assure him. Stepping in to give him a peck on the cheek, which he adorably flinches at. “I love you both. Differently, but equal. Why don’t we think of something we can all do together then, hm?”

“I’m kind of committed to this nap-tree-idea-thing.” The demon confessed. You have to giggle.

You all don’t nap, but your friend agree to get some ice creams from a vendor in the park and sit under the tree to enjoy them while Belphie napped. It was a remarkably pleasant afternoon. You were glad you got to share it with Belphie.

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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Just Two Sad Roommates

Corpse Husband x Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing (maybe)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: The power of medieval tavern music gets put to the test when Corpse’s roommate is having a rough day. SPOILER ALERT: it’s more powerful than anyone could assume.

Requested by Anon. You know who you are 😊😋 Wish I could tag you, I loved this idea so much and had such a fun time writing it. Hope you enjoy it just as much 🥰

The last twenty four hours haven’t been so great.

Last night I had a huge fight with my boyfriend over his flirty messages with several girls. It was not just witty banter, it was way more and way more hurtful to me. He obviously denied it and defended himself, at least in the beginning of the argument. Then he took on the accusatory stance, pointing fingers at me for living with another guy. That had me absolutely fuming. Not only was his statement fabricated and literally made up on the spot, but he also used some seriously horrible insults for him. I was having non of it. Corpse is a really great roommate, sweet guy and overall amazing person. I haven’t once argued with him since we’ve started living together. We’re actually quite good friends. So hearing my asshole boyfriend call him all those names was more than enough to chase him out of the apartment. Thankfully, Corpse wasn’t home to hear all that. He rarely leaves the apartment but by some miracle this was the time he was absent.

Then this morning my mom called me to have a chat. It started off decently enough but it only remained that way for so long. It didn’t take her long to start criticizing each and every element of my existence. From my job, my boyfriend, my living arrangement, the career I’ve decided to pursue, the fact I moved to a different state, my paycheck that’s lower than her friend’s daughter’s...…..You get the point.

Now I’m sitting here, contemplating what the two years I’ve been in a relationship with Marcus mean to me. I guess it is just like a phone call from my mother - starts off nice but slowly deteriorates. All things follow this pattern in my life, apparently. And just like the phone calls, I’ve considered ending things between me and him many times but never actually decided on it. Until now. The last part of this decision is executing it, which doesn’t look very promising. My thumbs are frozen, hovering over the keyboard.

I take a second to take a look at my life from a third person point of view, like an out of body experience. I am wrapped in a blanket, huddled on the couch like a burrito with a face. A really sad burrito with a face. I have a job where I work as much as three highly ranked workers and get paid a little over a secretary’s paycheck. I’m in a constant state of exhaustion and disinterest. I often forget I’m human and just assume I can live like a cactus - no food, no water. I have a boyfriend that’s cheating on me and most likely has been for quite some time now. And we’ve been dating for two fucking years. Man, that must be the longest cheat streak in history. Who knows with how many girls as well. And I still have trouble deciding weather to break up with him or not. Actually no, scratch that, I have already decided, but it feel so unnatural and so out of character that my body refuses to complete the task of delivering the final blow to the structure of this relationship which was already weak to begin with.

And it only got weaker when I started catching feelings for another guy. I know, I know, I’m a bad person for that, but I was never planning to act on those feelings. They have always just...lingered, loomed over me. They got stronger and stronger every time Marcus and I would fight, as though they were laughing at my mock of a relationship.

Speaking of laughter, I hear my roommate laughing in his recording room. I gave him the spare room for his recording equipment for a cheap add to his rent fee and it’s probably the second best decision I’ve ever made - first being picking him to be my roommate. He was among the first to reply to my online add and appeared the least sketchy over the phone. More hypnotizing if I’m honest. He could’ve told me he was a hitman and I wouldn’t have batted an eye, handing the keys to his room and the apartment without a second thought. All he had to do was keep talking. Again, SUE ME.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking pathetic!“ I drop my phone when all the strings inside me snap, releasing the sobs and tears I’ve been holding back for so long.

I bring my knees up to my chest, hiding my head in between them, desperately trying to shield myself from the plane crash that is my life at the moment. Crying makes me feel even sadder and more miserable but I have nothing left to do to get all the crap that’s piled up inside me out.

I’m on the verge of falling asleep, the tears have dried and the sobs have died somewhere in my chest, when I hear what sounds like music straight from Robin Hood’s time.

Holy shit, I’ve lost it

I lift my head from in-between my knees, looking around the living room for the source of the jolly, lighthearted tune which despite all the heaviness of my self-loathing makes me feel like the main character in an medieval adventure. Wait...Holy crap, it’s that medieval adventure, Robin Hood-ass music I hear from Corpse’s room!

I whip around to face the entrance from to the hallway where I see an arm sticking out, holding a phone which is where the music is coming from.

“Corpse?“ I call out to him in a questioning manner, shifting to a sitting position with my blanket kicked off of me and bunched up next to me.

“I can’t tell if you’re angry or sad...or both. Didn’t want to get attacked upon entering the room.“ I see the right side of his face peek out as well.

I break out into laughter, covering my mouth with one hand, “You’re such a dork.”

He takes this as a sign to come in, pausing the music as he does so. “What’s wrong?”

My laugh stops but a smile remains on my face as I look at him. He just has that effect on me. “A lot. What’s going on with you?”

He shrugs his shoulders, plopping down on the couch, “The usual, streaming Among Us. You should play with me and my friends some time.”

I scoff, “I can pull of a lie no problem. Maybe I really should.” I don’t actually consider it, it’s just funny to think about.

I have never watched any of Corpse’s content. Not his scary story videos, not his streams, not his animated compilations. Just his songs. And let me tell you...they are hella good. One song and I was hooked.

“Hey, I have a question.“ I tilt my head to look at him, “What’s with you and your love for medieval adventure music?“

“Medieval tavern music, and it’s not really love.“ He shakes his head with this dopey grin that is just. so. adorable. “More like a coping mechanism. Tell me, did you feel less sad I played it for you?“

I stop and think for a second. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Point made.“ He declares, leaving me to nod in amusement. “Now, tell me what that ‘a lot’ is.“

So, I do. I tell him everything, from how my boyfriend is cheating on me to how my mother thinks I’m a complete failure. He listens carefully, paying close attention to everything I’m saying. I catch myself laughing a few times while I retell the recent upsetting events.

Must be that music.

“So, you broke up?“ He asks once I end my monologue with a sigh

I shake my head disappointedly, “Not yet. I still haven’t pulled the plug. I don’t know what to say.”

He holds out his hand to me, “May I be of assistance?”

I look at his hand then at him and contemplate for only a second before deciding ‘what the hell’ and handing over my phone after unlocking it. The screen displays my boyfriend’s chat so Corpse just types away what he has in mind. Before pressing ‘send’, he hands the phone back to me. “Proofread it.”

‘Dear Marcus, this is one of your girlfriends speaking. Yes, one of them. You think I’m not onto what you’re doing, you little shit? Well, to your dismay, I am. And so, I discontinue this relation between us. That word might have been too long for your IQ so let me rephrase: We are over. Finished. Hope your other girlfriends wake up too, unless they are already in the know, of course. Love, but really hate, Y/N‘

I was never aware this level of sass even existed.

I add a smiling emoji and send the message, sighing in relief. “I can check that off my to-do list now.”

We both lean back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. A moment of comfortable silence takes over, leaving us both wandering in our own heads.

“Hey, um, I wanted to do this when I first moved in, but then I met your boyfriend and I took the hint. Now that you’re single, would you want to...“ he sounds a bit uncertain but continues regardless, “It’s ridiculous cause I don’t really like the idea of going out, but maybe we could order take-out...“

“Are you circling around asking me on an at-home date?“ I am surprised by how unbothered I manage to sound while I’m squealing on the inside. It’s fascinating how quickly a person can flip someone’s day around. Turns out it wasn’t the music at all. It was him that had the positive effect on mine.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch his face turn red and have to contain my laughter. The grin can’t be tamed though, especially not when he says, “Yes.”

Internally squealing, I launch myself from the couch, standing up straight in front of him. “Thai. My usual order is on the sticky note on the fridge. But first,” I offer him my hand, “I need to find out if a person can even dance to that ridiculous music.” At his amusement, my grin widens, “May I have this dance?”

He laughs that adorable laugh of his I’ve only heard through the layer of a wooden door. It’s even cuter when there’s nothing between me and its source. The source is cute too, not gonna lie.

With a shake of his head which is most likely disbelief, he takes the hand I’ve offered him, saying: “And you call me a dork.”

@susceptible-but-siriusexual @simonsbluee @save-the-sky @hacker-ghost @itsminniekat @bi-andready-tocry @imtiredaffff @jazzkaurtheglorious @hereforbeebo @fandomgirl17 @chrysanthykios @maehemscorpyus @loraleiix @letsloveimagines @annshit @i-cant-choose-a-username-help @enigmaticmaze

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seiyasabi · 4 years ago

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ブン-ブン

(Here’s my Yandere Bunny Polnareff x Female Reader story :))

Sorry if this is too OOC or too fast paced! I tried my best, but I’m unhappy with the result.

TW: !Noncon!, Pol is a hybrid!, breeding kink!, cumflation!, !!!HOMIE PISSES ON YOU (this is not really a kink, just animal instinct)!!!!, alludes to cat violence (Not you)!!, marking (rubs his scent glands on you)!, overstim!, etc..)

Please proceed with caution!!)

Hearing a loud yowl from your backyard, you hurry towards your back doors. It seems your tabby cat, Garfield, has gotten himself into some trouble.

Clicking your tongue to gain his attention, you unlock the French doors, flinging them open.

You only allowed the fatass outside for a few minutes! How is he already into something he shouldn’t be in?

Stepping outside, your eyes are immediately drawn to a mass of white and orange. Your cat is currently wrestling with the biggest rabbit you’ve ever seen.

It’s the same size as your fatass cat, hell, maybe it’s bigger! Its head alone is larger than your fist!

Its ears are currently being gnawed on by your feline son, specks of red dripping from the bun’s white coat. Garfield is nailed in the side with a powerful kick, causing him to yowl once more. Seeing this, you snap out of your shock, immediately hauling it towards the fighting duo.

“Garfield, stop it! Leave that bunny alone!” They pretend they can’t hear you, and continue to brawl. Once by the two, you yoink them up from the lush grass, separating them by holding them in opposite hands. You’re grabbing them by the scruff of their necks, frowning at them, “Alright, break it up!”

Your cat takes a couple swipes at the rabbit, the rabbit tries kicking at your cat, both of them ultimately missing one another.

“Would you two stop it?” You huff, pouting cutely. The bunny is a lot heavier than you originally thought, forcing you to readjust your hold on it, “Do you see how dumb you look? You’re both fighting the air!”

Garfield hisses in response, causing you to roll your eyes. At least the rabbit has better manners than him.

“Fine, whatever. We’re going inside now, so I can patch you hooligans up. You both better both behave.”

Turning on your heel, you stomp inside, wounded animals cradled to your (bountiful/small) chest. Both of them calm once in the crook of your arm, allowing you to have a moment of peace.

Great. Now you have to patch up your asshole cat and his rabbit friend.

Bringing them into your master bathroom, you set them on opposite sides of your two sink vanity. Opening the vanity’s middle drawer, you quickly grab your first aid kit, and lay it between the two annoyed animals.

“Alright you two, if you can’t get along, don’t go near one another. Stay on opposite sides of the sink, okay?” You keep talking to them as if they know what you’re saying, and unbeknownst to you, a certain rabbit finds it endearing.

Popping open the box, you withdraw white wrappings, q-tips, and hydrogen peroxide. Twisting the cap open on the peroxide, you set it on the countertop, before pouring a capful of peroxide into it. Grabbing your cat’s shampoo from underneath the sink, you turn on your sink’s tap, filling it with warm water. Once done, you slowly approach the nervous bun.

“I’m not going to hurt you, but I need to bandage your wounds,” Its nose twitches, seemingly sniffing out if you’re a threat. After a tense moment of silence, it makes itself look as small as possible, showing submission.

Giggling quietly, you pick it up, and place him in the water. Its head and ears are above the water, keeping them from becoming wet. Dipping your hands into the water, you smooth down its fur, slightly wetting the top of its head. Once done with that, you pour soap into your palm, rubbing your hands together.

Now that your hands are sudsy, you start to bathe the calm bun. Its blood quickly washes off, cleaning its wounds.

Once clean, you pick it up, placing it on a hand towel you got from beneath the sink. You dry the bunny off, making sure his ears are completely dry, before dipping a q-top into the peroxide, and cleaning out his wounds completely.

After seeing his wounds, you realise he doesn’t need any wrappings, thus leaving you to set him on an old t-shirt that’s sitting on your tub’s ledge.

“There you go, Bun Bun. Sit there until I finish with Garfield,” You unplug the sink on the bun’s side, and move towards your seething cat. Drawing him his own bath, you clean out his wounds, and give him many kisses, “Good boy, Gar. I’m proud of you for not scratching me.”

He meows in response, allowing you to dry him and fix his wounds.

Now that the two animals are clean and no longer have raw, open wounds, you pick them up, and move towards your living room.

Setting Garfield on the left side of the couch, you move towards your back door.

“Okie dokie, now that you’re all clean, you can go home now! I’m sorry that Garfield was mean to you.”

Opening your back door, you gently place the bunny on the ground, before going inside, and locking the door behind you.

Little did you know that that bunny wasn’t truly a bunny at all, but a man who’s severely touch starved.

And, is a man who’s completely, totally in love with you.

When Polnareff returned to his burrow, he was practically shaking with excitement. He’d found his mate!

Once laying down, he could hear his leg thumping with happiness. He can’t wait until you go into heat!

Then, the two of you can have cute kits! He just knows that they’ll be beautiful, just like their mother…

Oh yes, once you go into heat, he’ll be there to keep you satiated.

He just needs to make sure that fat cat stays out of his way.

Garfield lays on your tummy, practically smothering you with his weight. Looking down at him from your lying position, you roll your eyes, “You’re so heavy! Move off of me!”

He ignores your whining, nuzzling against the area above your uterus. Huffing in annoyance, you pick up the snoozing cat, and walk towards the kitchen. The little shit wouldn’t let you move for hours, and you’ve become rather hungry.

Once in the kitchen, you set him on the counter. He stretches dramatically, before rubbing against you like a madman. His hackles are raised, yellow eyes transfixed on something outside.

Looking out at your backyard, you see a certain giant rabbit. Sighing, you choose to ignore your pet’s dick measuring contest with the bunny outside.

Pulling out (microwavable food), you quickly open its packaging, and chuck it into the microwave. Pressing in the time, you rest against the counter your cat is standing on, petting down his raised hair.

“Garfield, you’re honestly acting ridiculous. The rabbit isn’t scary-” The orange fiend jumps into your arms, furiously rubbing himself onto you. He’s cuddling you like a good boy, stopping you from scolding him, “Awe, you’re so cute when you’re clingy and not biting my shirt sleeves.”

He lets out a small hiss, but stays in your arms willingly.

His yellow eyes are trained on the bunny, practically taunting the other male.

Polnareff is seething. How dare that undeserving feline take his rightful place? How dare that fucking cat scent you during your heat?

It takes everything in him to not crash through the window and beat the cat into the ground. But, he knows his nightly bathroom break outside will be soon, and that’s when he can strike.

The blue eyed man watches you eat, happy that you’re preparing for your upcoming heat. Ignoring your pet, Jean feels happiness overtake him. You must know that he’s watching, if you’re eating such fatty foods.

Little does he know, that’s just the normal way of human life.

You continue to chow down on your yummy food, a smile on your pretty face, none the wiser to your hybrid stalker.

Once finished, you let Garfield out into the backyard, “Don’t cause trouble with that rabbit, Garfield.” He didn’t listen to you, and ran in the direction of that damn white rabbit.

You pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance, but do nothing. If he wants to fight with it, that’s on him at this point.

Sitting on your couch, you turn on your TV, flipping channels until you land on a forensic science TV show. Leaning back, you recline yourself into a comfortable position.

You sit in that position for about an hour, before you realise your cat never came inside. Shooting to your feet, you rush outside, turning on your phone’s flashlight.

“Garfield? Garfield?” You call out, searching through the bushes, and clicking your tongue to grab his attention.

He doesn’t come, causing you to panic. Garfield and you grew up together, and you can’t remember the last time you went without him.

“Gar-Gar? Please, please come home!” Tears well up in your eyes, as a sob escapes your throat.

As the first tear falls, you feel someone grab you from behind, “Why are you crying, Mademoiselle?”

You jump a mile off of the ground, and stumble, almost falling face first into the grass. Whipping around, you come face to chest with a very naked, very large man.

“Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in my backyard?” Your scent is thick with fear, and your voice trembles. A saddened feeling pools in Jean’s heart; he didn’t wish to scare you or hurt you in any way!

“Do not fear me, My Love. I am Jean Pierre Polnareff, your future mate!” Blanching at his statement, you finally notice the very apparent white bunny ears on the top of his head.

“What. The. Fuck.”

With that, you turn, and haul ass into your house. His heavy footsteps are heard behind you, same with a few pleading words for you to come back.

Once inside, you slam your French doors closed, and use your body weight to hold them shut, as you try to lock them. His built frame slams into the doors behind you, using all of his strength to bust inside.

“There’s no need to be afraid! Just open the doors, My Heart! I’ll treat you well!” Your nimble fingers try to turn the lock, but the constant shaking of the opening makes it very hard to do so.

“Leave me alone! Did you do something to my cat? Because the moment you showed up, he disappeared!” Immediately, the doors stop shaking, allowing you to lock them.

A long beat of silence follows, before he speaks again, “Oh, I didn’t realise you found him.”

You gasp, feeling as though your heart was ripped from your chest. He really did something to Garfield!

“Get the fuck off of my property! I'll-I'll Call the police!” Tears Pool in your eyes, before dripping down your face. Whoever this bunny man is, he must be dangerous if he goes around killing things for no reason.

“My heart, how you wound me,” You peek through the curtains, only to see him looking back at you with an intimidating gaze. His ice blue eyes seem to be staring into your soul, “This… Garfield of yours was challenging me. He may have had you first, yes, but the rules of the animal kingdom say that if we find our mates, the new found mate must be left alone. But, that feline of yours blatantly disrespected our relationship, My Heart, so I had to teach him a lesson.”

You gape at him in horror, backing away from the doors, “Stay away from me! I’m not your mate, I’m not your anything! How do you even know me?”

You hear him laugh through the door, as he lands a swift kick towards the door handle, “You bathed me just the other week, don’t tell me that you’ve forgotten?”

Running towards the kitchen, you grab a small knife that is easy to use. Did you seriously help a hybrid?

You hear him kick a few more times, before the doors come crashing down. His heavy footsteps echo across your hardwood floors, as he makes his way to you. Looking around for an exit, you quickly move towards the kitchen window.

Unlocking it with ease, you slide it open, making quick work of the screen keeping the bugs out. You hoist yourself onto the counter, shimmying towards the opening, only to be yanked back by two strong hands. In your (dominant Hand) is the knife you grabbed, allowing you to slash at the large man.

“Get away from me! Don’t fucking touch me!” He releases you for a moment, dodging your erratic movements. A saddened look crossed his handsome face, as he man handled the knife out of your sweaty hands. Once disarmed, he forces you against his chest, chucking the knife into the sink. His now free hands grip your wrists, stopping you from fighting against him.

“Shh, calm yourself. There’s no need to be so erratic-“

“Fuck you! You killed my cat and broke into my house, there’s plenty of reasons for me to be erratic!” You try kicking at his strong legs, but he doesn’t even flinch.

“I understand that your heat is making you irrational-“

“What the fuck are you talking about?! I’m not an animal, I don’t fucking have heats!” Thrashing with your entire body weight, you try to bring him to the ground, but he’s too sturdy for you to do so.

Instead of answering, he brings his head into the crook of your neck, sniffing the area loudly. You don’t see it, but a look of disgust is apparent.

“We need to fix this awful smell. Hold still and I’ll scent you-“ You head butt the large male, knocking him back and off of you.

He stumbles back, and you make a run for the open window. You get halfway out of it once more, before you’re dragged back inside by your waist.

You’re thrown to the floor in an instant, shoulder hitting the wood harshly. A yelp leaves your lips, as more tears drip down your face.

“Don’t be difficult, Love. I don’t want to hurt you. Just let me scent you, and I can help you through your heat. You just have to trust me,”

You shake your head, “No, just leave me alone!”

He frowns, but nods, “It’s ok if you’re difficult, I’ll make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

Without warning, Jean grabs his half hard cock, aiming it towards your crumpled form.

“What the fu-“ A stream of clear piss hits you straight in the mouth, causing you to gag and splutter in disgust. You wipe at your tongue, a wretched sob wracking your form.

The stream hits your neck next, before traveling down your entire body. You’re absolutely covered in piss, all whilst crying your eyes out. You try to scramble away, but end up skipping in the acrid liquid.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why the-why the fuck would you do that?” He fries. to approach you, a small smile quirking at his lips, but you kick at him, trying to keep him away from you, “Get the fuck away from me! Don’t fucking touch me! You just fucking pissed on me like a-like wild fucking animal!”

He grabs you in his arms as you slap, punch, and scratch, quickly bringing you to your bedroom. He tosses you onto your mattress, effectively sullying your new sheets. You try to scramble off of your bed, but his large frame suddenly dwarfs yours, trapping you to it.

“I didn’t want to do it, My Heart, but you left me no choice. You wouldn’t let me scent you, and I couldn’t let you wear another male’s scent-“

“You don’t own me! We don’t even know each other!” You smack at his well toned chest, as you cry. He kisses you on your piss covered forehead, nuzzling into your slightly damp hair.

“But we will. We’re mates, after all,” With those words, he starts to strip you. “All you need to know is that I know what’s best for you. Right now, you need a big, strong mate to breed your in heat womb, and I’m the right one for the job! So, just lay back and let me help you!”

Your top half is exposed to him, breasts bouncing as he tears your clothes to shreds. Your hits have no effect on him, as he is stares down at your naked body hungrily.

“Why are you doing this to me? I’m not a hybrid, it doesn’t make any sense-“

“Nature doesn’t need to make sense. Nature decided that we’re made for one another, and the sooner you realise this, the sooner you’ll realise that I’m good for you,” He hoists your thighs over his broad, muscular shoulder, a teasing grin on his face, “But right now, I’m going to make you cum as many times as I can.”

He attaches his mouth to your unprotected pussy, lips sucking at your clit, whilst his tongue enters your unprepared opening. A loud yelp leaves your lips at the feeling.

His veiny hands grip the fat of your thighs, as he moves your hips to rub against his face. At first, you’re really uncomfortable, but after a few moments, you’re having to restrain yourself from moaning lamely. Jean is paying special attention to your clit, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine.

A particularly hard suck has you gushing with arousal, and although it wasn’t an orgasm, it was enough to make your thighs shake pathetically. You can feel him grin against your slit, as he inches a hand down to your cunny, and slips a thick finger inside of you. A loud mewl echoes through your chest, as your once slapping hands cover your face in shame.

“Are you feeling good, Heart?” His airy voice would be suave if it weren't for the fact that you’re being assaulted, and you’re covered in a strange man’s piss.

“Nu-no!” He chuckles at your weak attempt of denying him, and dives back into your weeping pussy. Polnareff rubs his finger against you g-spot with ease, not struggling to find it at all.

That, coupled with the intense suckling on your clit, sends you over the edge. Your juices shoot out onto the white haired man’s face, coating him with your essence.

“That was a strong orgasm, My Love. Are you sure you’re not enjoying yourself?” The teasing lilt in his voice makes you want to punch him in the face, so that’s exactly what you do.

He grunts in pain, and in a moment of anger, flips you onto your stomach, hands held firmly in his grasp. Your back is arched just right to be in the prime breeding position, causing his cock to throb in need. Jean always liked a head-strong woman.

“There’s no need for violence. If you wanted me to make love to you that bad, you could’ve just told me,” He didn’t wait to hear your response, instead choosing to sink his massive cock into your tight walls. Gods, you’re so tight.

The rabbit couldn’t help bun moan at the feeling of your spasming cunny. It’s almost like you’re trying to draw him in!

If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll receive.

Jean starts a rapid pace, his hips slamming into yours harshly. His heavy balls smack against your clit with every thrust, causing you to scream in both pleasure and pain.

Within moments, you’re creaming and gushing around his length. Moaning in unison with you, he speeds up his ministrations, quickly cumming inside of you. His hips stutter, before stopping, allowing him to cum what seemed like buckets. Your body sags, signifying your belief that he was finished, when in all actuality, he’s far from it.

He immediately restarts his jack hammer pace, his free hand gripping your hip, “You’re perfect! A perfect pussy that squeezes me so good, a perfect personality, and a perfect body. I’m going to knock you up with many kits!” You sob into your pillow, trying to block out his voice, cock, and smell of piss.

You cum again and again, being filled with liters of virile cum. His hand that once held your hip cups your bloated tummy, a dopey smile covering his handsome features.

Jean can practically feel you becoming pregnant, and it satisfied him greatly.

Noticing your lack of movements, he realises that you’ve passed out.

Oh well, when you wake up, he’ll be sure to attend to you once more.

#polnareff x reader #yandere polnareff #jean polnareff #yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #jjba x reader #yandere jojo #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #stardust crusaders

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fanficwritersinterviewed · 3 years ago

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MCM, shey

<<This post is a part of a longer conversation about fanfic writers, how they view fanfic, and their writing process. All views are the fanfic writer’s own, and whatever fanfic they choose to write is entirely their own decision. No judgment value will be placed on fic content. These conversations are meant to provide insight for other fanfic writers in whatever stage they are at in their writing life>>

Meet-Cute Monday (with Shey, @shey-elizabeth )

Pseuds: Shey Pronouns: she/her Current fandoms: Teen Wolf Current pairings: Steter, Stetopher (Stiles/Peter, Stiles/Peter/Christopher) How many total fic: 13 How many fandoms: 1 Total word count: 163,284 Long fic word count: 68,690 Shortest fic: 1,216 Highest kudo count: 2,429 Lowest: 184

What's the story behind your pseud? Shey was actually the name of my very first D&D character back in college! When I made my AO3 account in 2015 it was something easy that I would be able to remember, and shey-elizabeth happened when I made my Tumblr account. I couldn't have "Shey" so I added my real middle name to it.

How long have you been reading fanfic? I've always been a voracious reader (head in a book 100% of the time from elementary school on). I discovered fanfic sometime around 1998 on a Buffy the Vampire Slayer forum. It was one of those forums for talking about the latest episode and someone posted a Willow/Oz drabble. It all snowballed from there! I went from BtVS to Highlander, The Sentinel, and Mag7. Then I got into a few anime fandoms.YuYu Hakusho and Ronin Warriors in particular. After that I did a deep dive into Gundam Wing that lasted until that fandom died.

When did you start writing fanfic? I really started writing fic towards the beginning of 2019 (because we're going to ignore my brief, embarrassing attempts that never went anywhere way back in the day). I had been obsessively reading Teen Wolf fic for about a year at that point, and thought I'd try my hand at a short, smutty PWP fic, just for the hell of it. That fic is now my longest at 68K

Were you writing original content before you started writing fanfic? Nope. I dove right into fanfic. Unless we count that time in seventh grade that I wrote the first two chapters of a book. My closest IRL friends have been writing fanfic for as long as I've known them, so for 20+ years. It's always been a thing most of my friends were doing and sharing. I was a pre-reader and cheer-reader (not a beta cause I couldn't find a grammar error to save my life) for ages and writing fanfic was never taboo in my friend group.

So what were you hoping to get out of writing fanfic? I didn't really expect much from my first fic. I was hoping I'd maybe get 100 kudos and a couple comments if I was lucky. But it actually did surprisingly well! I had one of my friends (poor thing isn't even in the fandom) beta read it for me and help with my complete inability to understand how commas work. I didn't think it would get much attention since I was a complete lurker in fandom. But I got lucky because the Steter (Stiles/Peter) fans are incredibly welcoming. I've gotten such an amazing positive response to my fic, that, instead of one little PWP I've got 160k worth of words on AO3 and several more WIPs. So I guess you can say I'm enjoying it!

Any lessons learned along the way? I've definitely noticed that the longer I do it, the harder writing gets. I'm a bit of a perfectionist, so I've always been very eager to learn how to improve my writing. The flip side of that is the more I learn, the more difficult it is to just throw some words on the page and call it good! Writing is hard for me. It's also very satisfying when I finally get a scene to flow the way I want it to. When I started, I thought practice would make it easier. But I've realized the more you work at improving, the more you see your own mistakes. It's definitely a catch-22! At the same time, I can also recognize how much the quality of my writing has improved, so that makes the struggle worth it.

I'm really lucky in that I made an amazing friend through fandom who is not only a phenomenal writer but is also willing to beta-read and handhold me. She gets a ton of the credit for guiding me through the learning curve. (We've had days long email chains with her patiently explaining how punctuation works. I wish my high-school English teachers had been half as effective as @queerfictionwriter.)

How has writing changed the way you read fanfic? Oh man. It's changed it so much!! The first thing I noticed was that I started reading so much less because the time I used to put towards reading is now going towards writing. I work full-time, so my writing time is already limited. And I'm slow so if I want to get something out in the next decade I need to budget my time.

The second thing I realized was that I had to take long breaks from reading fic in the fandom I was trying to write in, because I would lose the characterization for my story. This actually led me to reading a lot more pro-fic (professional fic), because I was desperate to read, but I didn't want to lose track of my characters by reading someone else's take on them.

What are some changes to your writing that you’ve been working on improving now that you see them? I feel like I'm working on improving everything all the time! I spend so much more time editing and tweaking my words than I do actually writing. I'll write a couple thousand words in a few hours, and then spend two weeks editing and rewriting.

Something I've been trying to focus on more is letting the reader fill in the blanks and connect the dots. I want to find the balance where it's obvious what's going on in the scene without me explaining where every arm and leg is. Along the same lines, I want to get better at this with the plot too. I want the reader to be able to infer context without me spelling things out. Some of my favorite writers are excellent at this. It's that moment when you're reading and the character mentions something for the first time, but you know exactly what they're referencing—even though it happened off the page.

Yeah, I get that. When done right, that sort of thing does feel like magic.

#fanfic writers interviewed #shey #meet cute monday #fanfic #fanfic writing

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lillian-nator · 3 years ago

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Everything below was made by Me, Eye, and Ethan over the course of like 3 days

Thank you (with additions from sleepy my beloved)

Okay

Wilbur isn’t the oldest

Techno is

But it’s a war run empire, they take pride in their troops and armies and triumphs

The soldiers come first

So Techno is the commander in chief , the general

Wilbur, second born

Is heir to the throne

To the diplomatic side of the empire

and Tommy Gets shit

He doesn’t even understand why Phil had another kid

Of course there is the situation where Techno or Wilbur dies, or one of them steps down, but it won’t happen

Was he really born to be the understudy

he was born as a backup

Tommy was an accident but they’re not gonna let the public know that

like he's the Zuko

Phil doesn't really pay attention to him so his mother picks up the slack

Wilbur is 21

Techno’s 23

Tommy’s 17

However I have a really good idea for prince Tommy, just like what if he doesn’t like the way that people treat him? Like he doesn’t want all these yes men he wants to be he wants to be told now, he want somebody to tell him he that’s against the rules he just wants him like structure he just want someone to hate him he want someone to not like him and say no and tell him that he’s stupid which is why he does all of the stupid shit that he does

Ever since he was like 4

Everyone has said yes

He wants to defy them

He wants to just do something to make someone say no

That and he lowkey

He wants ~~Phil~~ Wilbur to pay attention to him

Is a Little Shit who causes so many problems on purpose to try and find someone who will push back against him

He wants someone to give him structure and discipline but overall he just wants his family’s attention

He’s broken shit, thrown temper tantrums, he’s started fights and he’ll he’s even snuck out and stole things

He’s never been stopped

People consider him snobby and spoiled

He's a brat

He gets everything he wants, but he doesn’t really want it, he just asks to see if they’ll tell him no

Tubbo = Stable Boy

Ranboo = Prince of another country (probably the americas)

Ranboo could definitely fit the role of an overseas royal prince who Tommy sees as a regal, spoiled, uppity little shit. Like Tubbo, who Tommy sneaks everywhere, has met Ranboo and likes him. Tommy can't possibly see why, he's unbearable.

Bench Trio = Best freinds

I think that Tommy and his brothers were always very very close

they just have jobs and shit

They took over Phil's shit

they probably drift apart as they get older, Wilbur and techno have duties and Tommy starts his quest for attention, they grow apart from their little brother without realizing it

Tommy and his mother (kristin) are always and have continued to be close

she definitely chides him, and tells him quietly to not do things for all of his "misbehaviors"

but there is only so much that she can do, because she has the duty to not make a scene

that and she's not who he's looking for attention from

You may be asking "How is crime recognized, identified, discussed, and atoned for?" more specifically, "Is it a 'you stole my bread so without asking anyone I'm cutting your hand off' or is it the US court system" ~~You may also be Ethan~~

The answer is:

like the UKs

But more like

Okay so the Supreme Judicial system, but Phil (and then Wilbur) has teh final say

Court system, but with Phil overseeing everything

instead of a judge

HOWEVER, that's in the national level

in smaller villages, its more of the cut your hand off system

because the judicial system isn't regulated

So bonus questions:

Punishments and the identification of whether a crime counts as a crime?

soldiers can call crimes out, and citizens can file reports

Phil's not really shit, he just doesn't show Tommy any attention because he's busy with the other two

Just honestly doesn't even care about most shit Tommy does

Like, doesn't pay attention to it until it affects him, he's busy running a country and training the boys to running a country

I don’t think they (the brothers) realize how badly everything is affecting Tommy

The only one who knows anything about the full extent would be his mom, and she’s in a similar boat to Tommy

Phil doenst really see her much either

Not like she could “Make a Scene” trying to get Phil to pay attention to his youngest, to actually love his child, he’s barely around

Kristin and Phil spend time together at night, but during the day everything is for the cameras

its like the UK royals, how they do shit just for the people

And Phil doenst want to hear about the kids at night, he wants to spend time with his wife

Tommy has stolen a car and will do it again

Just fucking hopped in and took a joyride

With Absolutely No Repercussions

Do you think Phil ever tries to hire like, a nanny or something? In the aftermath of the Car Incident? Yes, and it never worked

Tommy, like 15 at the time, pissed as hell as a random ass woman tries to tell him to go to bed at 8:30 pm

Tommy wants somebody to tell him no but not somebody hired to tell him no mannn

Tommy goes to like parties - like ragers

he has a network of really famous friends like young actors and shit

dude is a party animal, underage drinking, rumors of drugs, he’s the PR Teams worst nightmare, but they’re not going to say anything

The press makes up SO MUCH SHIT

The press once said that he had done cocaine when it was really one of his friends

Tommy adopts two dogs (hello Betty and Walter) without asking either of his parents

Betty is short for Elizabeth

He brings them in off the street

Literal abandoned street dogs and he goes, mine now

He like, walks down the street with sunglasses on, and just doesn't look at anyone as he walks the dogs, who have like black nice leather leashes

The paparazzi always finds him walking the dogs

like a modern celebrity

Mans can and will call the paparazzi on himself - because he is a drama queen ETHAN Tommy voice "hello pa pa. I have hired two new staff, pa pa." "Huh?" "they have found work in this palace as emotional support animals, pa pa." "....ok." tommy voice "he didn't even blink, elizabeth the fourteenth" END OF ETHAN MAKING FUN OF THE BRITISH

By the way just to clear things up with you all, Tommy addresses Phil as "Father"

most of the paparazzi's pictures of Tommy are him flipping the camera off

He poses for them

just sees a camera and fucking sticks his tongue out and flips them off

He’s wearing some atrocious outfit while walking his dogs and he just has a full on fashion photshoot of poses for them

If his dad won’t give him attention at least they will

Tommy befriends some of the staff

he hates a lot of the butlers tbh

thinks they're stuck up

but likes to gossip with the maids, and sit in the kitchen as the chefs cook lunch "Heyyyy, chef!" "Your highness, what is it, are you hungry?" "Can't a man just talk to his chef? Befriend his castle staff?" "Ah."

that and the kitchen gives betty and walter treats

Top ten Prince Thomas microaggressions

Number One: he calls Phil "your highness"

For context, kings are referred to as Your Majesty

He calls Wilbur Your Majesty

It was a joke when they were younger, a habit from then on, but now it’s to spite Phil

Tommy spends an ridiculous amount of money on clothes all at once, purely to see if Phil would yell at him for using the family debit card for it

He never wears the clothes

He doesn’t particularly like any of them anyways

Instead he donate them all anonymously

Tommy may be a brat but he isn’t wasteful

By the time Tommy’s 12 he’s started acting up, and it escalates slowly until he hits 15 where things just start snowballing and he gets worse and worse

he's definitely nicknamed by the press as some sort of party animal or fratboy

a spoiled brat

He’s 16, and he knows his place in the family, he is forgotten and glossed over, but he won’t be ignored, not if he can help it

The Public gives him the attention he wishes his father would give him, he walks his dogs with the paparazzi tailing after him, just hoping that maybe one scandal or one horrible picture will eventually be enough to make his dad actually See him

he'll tell the paparazzi what they want to hear

and give every magazine a story to tell

they notice him

he just wants somebody to tell him no, somebody tell this boy no without being paid to please

Tommy probably has like, pierced his ears or smth. Gotten tattoos.

he has holes in his face yes.

he pierced his ears and his nose

He has a tattoo on the inside of his finger that matches with Tubbo and Ranboo

Maybe the picture of him plastered from last weekend will make his dad reprimand him

Maybe the weed found in his backseat will get his Dad to ground him

Maybe the bottle of fucking pills he was “holding for a friend” but got caught with Will get some sort of reaction

and its not like he's only doing it for attention

he starts it for attention, but he loves it he does

he has fun, he loves his friends, he likes the parties and the air

but, he also loves the attention, he's not gonna lie

Tommy who took adderall at a party once but it didn’t do anything for him, he seemed to function a little better actually

Tommy who knows Techno has adhd and takes adderall for it, Tommy who puts two and two together Bc he’s not fucking dumb

Tommy realizing his dad never cared to even get him diagnosed or treated

and Techno does notice, he does figure it out, but he does either a "hey..." or a "m8 I'll just get you your own if its helpin you focus" and tommy is furious

Tommy's life here is just

'trying to be yelled at HARD MODE'

Just wants to be screamed at, lowkey

I think, Wilbur avoids the tabloids

And the press

And the news

However, his advisors often read him the shit about Tommy - or anything about him

But they never see the pictures

They don’t see the picture of Tommy drunk on a strangers balcony

They don't see how bad it is

Tommy however? LOVES reading what the press has to say about him

Phil sees it however,

And he’s so disappointed

He gives Tommy so many talks but it never works

Because it doesn’t get him to love Tommy, to care about what Tommy does

Not like their mother

And he never makes a scene, not in the way Tommy wants to

It's all about "YOUR RUINING OUR IMAGE"

not: "YOUR RUINING YOUR LIFE"

He never asks if Tommy is ok

He never asks if he’s safe

Tommy's mum however, SO MANY AWKWARD "STAY SAFE" TALKS

He doesn't just fucking jump off shit because of her, he's slightly less reckless so that he can come home alive to her

I just think that Wilbur, no matter how busy, would find time to concerned yell at his baby brother if he were to find out about the pills

Weed and alcohol? Not great but ok.

Pills though?? He is full blown concerned Wilbro there

His brothers care. Their father is busy. He's a jerk sometimes too.

Wilbur does put out the fire a bit

He’s glad Wilbur had his best interest in mind

But man

The news headlines

They do him dirty

Shit like “Prince Tommy Caught Doing Cocaine at Frat Party” really fuck him over

They really just try their best to make him look like shit 95% of the time

Tommy loves it, just a little

Bad press is still press

He laughs at the headline Bc he knows he wasn’t doing cocaine, but Phil doesn’t, wilbur and techno don’t know that

It’s a tense week after that headline is released

His mom doesn’t even know if Tommy would have actually done cocaine

They just don’t know

Kristin asks him

She’s the only one who believes him

I think Wilbur wants to believe him, Techno too

But it’s hard to, especially when you’re not even sure you know your own brother anymore

Wilbur says something along the lines of being disappointed in Tommy, if he thought Tommy was trying to be better

Tommy scoffs and says he is trying, but that it’s real rich of Wilbur to be or entering to care now

This isn’t even the worse headline

One time a blonde kid got picked up from the same party Tommy was at on a stretcher, he had had an allergic reaction

Some shitty journalist saw and automatically assumed it was Tommy

They ran with the story that the prince had fucking overdosed for at least a week

The things they say are close to the truth but not quite

The PR Team tries their best to help but

They don’t even know what’s true or not

Tommy goes on a bender for a week, and walks into their office with coffee and pastries to apologize

They all know that presents mean a rough week of damage control

But Tommy imports them these Bomb ass donuts so

Fair trade really

Also heaven forbid tommy gets seen with a girl

It’s the worst shit

Tommy gets caught, drunk off his ass, pushing a couch out a window

(To be fair the people were moving soon anyways, they didn’t need the couch, it was a going away party)

And the next morning, recalling what he did

He orders up those pastries and calls the coffee place

Swings by to pick up the coffee and picks up the pastries all within the next two hours and delivers them on the third with an apology note

It’s fucking DAMAGE control

Thinking about Tubbo and Ranboo being Tommy’s DDs when they can

They are

When Tommy’s handler isn’t around

Them doing wild shit together but not Wild Shit

Tommy teaches them how to do burnouts and donuts in a fucking lambos in an empty mall parking lot

Ranboo goes everywhere incognito, Tommy practically flaunts his rank, Tubbo is considered a nobody and doesn't have to do anything but show up in casual clothes. He has a uniform for stablework.

Ranboo's parents are approving of his friendship with the fledging prince, as they hope he can wrangle Tommy to regality and he's building positive relations between the two kingdoms.

Phil is disapproving, worried Tommy will taint Ranboo and his rep and cause a tense air between the two kingdoms. Tommy loves Phil's worry, he practically bathes in it, it's the attention he so craves.

Tommy definitely will hold Tubbo's hand when he walks with him, because the headlines all scream Tommy is the gay?? and while he's very incredibly straight, he finds this hysterical.

Ranboo isn't always in Tommy's kingdom and rather spends most of his time at home. He might be second to heir or the crown prince himself, but he does have to spend time in his own country. Tommy face calls him a lot and he and Tubbo are ecstatic when he announces he's going to visit

I imagine he's second to the throne because that means he can focus on building relations instead of training to be king.

Older sibling Fundy, gets chronic illness, and Ranboo has to take over the throne for a bit

One of Tommy's worst stunts was hitching a ride to the Americas/Ranboo's kingdom without telling anyone.

Whether by boat or plane, he was gonna go visit his young king friend no matter what.

I say "young king" but he's still a prince. Just filling in for fundy

But all eyes turn to Ranboo and Ranboo is stumbling with attention he'd never known. Tommy has to help, doesn't he?

He expects such a punishment for stowing away to visit, but the headlines are... positive. Prince Tommy's friendship with Princr Ranboo becomes.... legendary, practically. Tubbo is always excluded from the news, even when he comes with.

Never too fantastical for classism

But no, the headlines see Tommy's visit not as the young, rebellious prince stowing away, but as a young boy risking his skin to visit his stressed friend.

Tommy is appalled.

And Tommy just groans and shows him the phone

And Ranboo laughs and goes

“There there Tommy, I’m sure dragging me to a frat party will be enough to ruin the good press.”

“Maybe get a dui, you’ll have diplomatic immunity so no jail time?”

“Boo, I wouldn’t get jail time even if I wasn’t em-mune, I am simply too poggers.”

“Sure man, let’s go with that.”

Tommy’s like “maybe I need to actually start doing hard drugs”

Ranboos just like “no -“ just “Please god no, your brothers will kill both of us.”

The Boo is terrified of Techno and Wilbur

Not as royals though, simply as Tommy’s older brothers

Like he knows about Tommy’s issues with validation and feeling unloved, he knows his Brothers are often very busy

But he also sees the way they look at Tommy, and the way they look when people talk bad about Tommy

He knows if something were to happen and he was to cause harm to Tommy or cause Tommy to cause harm to himself

It probably wouldn’t end well for him

Wilbur and techno try as hard as they can

But they’re SO busy

That they can’t do much especially when Tommy’s so persistent on doing his shit

Tubbo is great with the horses he tends to, and Tommy adores them. Ranboo is an excellent, regal rider and Tommy and Tubbo are more rough and ballsy, so races are fair and fastpaced.

Ranboo once got bucked by a royal stallion and Tommy and Tubbo never let him live it down.

I imagine Tubbo lives on the property, as some servants do. He either doesn't have a family, has a bad one, or his family doesn't live close to the palace.

So Tommy 10/10 sneaks to the servants' quarters and he and Tubbo sneak out to ride the horses.

I feel like Wilbur makes more of an effort after the pills and cocaine incident, he tries to ask Tommy about the headlines

Purples is Tommy’s friend

Rich family, old money

Throws a lot of the parties Tommy goes to

Purpled and punz :handshake: Tommy

Frat Boys

I think you guys are underestimating the time that Tommy spends at the castle

Like he still has school, and usually 3 days out of the week he follows around his brothers like an endearing little shit

But those 4 days where he’s gone (which includes weekends) plus nights, he’s doing shit

Also, yiu know Pongo right

101 Dalmatians

That’s how Tommy walks Betty and Walter

They are like standing completely proper and walks straight

ah yes, the royal bitches and also betty and walter are there too

the paparazzi taking pictures of Tommy and the dogs

and Tommy turns, taking his sunglasses off, and smiles big and wide "They have names you know? You should stop callin' them 'the royal dogs'."

One of the guys, he's familiar with the prince turns on his camera and asks "what're their names Prince Tommy?"

"Betty and Walter. Give them some respect."

Tommy visits Ranboo sometimes. Ranboo was looking for him one day and just found him standing in a long hall, staring at a portrait.

It's Ranboo, just barely younger, hands folded behind his back, the perfect picture of regality.

Tommy is staring at it because he knows that at home, there is a portrait of Wilbur looking like that, and one of Techno, and one of Phil and Kristen, and one of himself.

But somehow this image of Ranboo is.. haunting

Not because it doesn't match with the Ranboo he knows, but because it does.

It haunts him because he can stare at his portrait for hours and never see himself, but this is so plainly Ranboo that it's chilling.

Ranboo stands beside him, hands folded behind his back as they always are when he is in nice clothes and his eyes are visible. Tommy glances over and Ranboo is facing him, but staring up at the picture. It's still him.

The clothes are different and his hair is longer now, but Tommy can't tell the difference past that.

He knows that Ranboo is what his family wants him to be

He knows that Ranboo is him if he hadn't strayed, the same past

Ranboo knows exactly what’s going through his head right now

And he knows exactly what he needs too

They get fucking piss ass drunk in Ranboo’s room order takeout and FaceTime Tubbo

They can party tomorrow, Tommy doesn’t need to be in public right now

ANywyas

Tommy and his mother have a wonderful relationship

she teaches him literacy and history, they have a tutor teach him maths

they eat breakfast together every morning

the whole family does

but his mum tries to eat lunch with him at least 3 times a week

he goes out for lunch the days he doesn't eat with his brothers or mom, out to some resturant, sometimes, they trash it or party, sometimes he just brings Tubbo, no big group, and they just chill

With Ranboo in line for kingship (the way royalty works is that if the ruler dies, it will always go to the next in line of blood, never by marriage. Even if every heir was dead, it would still not go to the ruler consort but instead to a family member of the late ruler), rep is so much more important

he can't really be seen with Tommy sometimes

not on the bad weeks

not when Tommy just destroyed a bnb or set off fireworks with his friends, or was caught throwing chairs into his friend's pool

Tommy likes sport cars

big car guys

He has an exorbitant amount of fancy cars

its truly like

disgusting

how many cars he owns

Wilbur makes fun of it Bc the kid is just now legally old to drive

But Wilbur has so many expensive instruments

Some of which he doesn’t even know how to play yet

to be fair

Wilbur doesnt go breaking his instraments

Techno, techno has swords, which makes sense Bc he’s a general

But the amount swords he has just hanging on his wall

Never meant to be used

It’s so many

I feel like Tommy has a few cars that he doesn’t even let get scratched tho much

His babies

he has his expensive cars that he wrecks

and then his expensive cars that he treats like gold

They’re named

Clementine is this horrendous orange car that he absolutely loves

Its a bright orange ferrari

(He loves it Bc it was a gift from Phil, one of the first cars in his collection)

(Tommy doesn’t know that the idea was his mother’s, his father didn’t know what to get him)

all of his cars have padding in the back for his dogs

Tommy hates purse dogs, the girls with them are always fake and horrible

but he wishes his dogs were that small

Easy to transport

but they got all gangly limbs like him

and stand up to his hip

Henry is his sleek black classic mustang convertable

its what he drives when he doesn't want to be followed by the papp

It’s what he drives when he takes The BT to lunch

its not that the paparazzi doesn't know its him

they know

but he's not in one of his bright fucking obscene cars

The press and Tommy have a weird sort of understanding

He creates their headlines and they let him have moments to himself

If someone breaches that

They risk getting blacklisted

that car was what he drove to his grandmother's funeral in

im not naming his grandmother, but all royals live like forever

Clementine barely sees the road I think

She’s kept in top condition

By Tommy’s own hands

But she probably doesn’t get driven to the parties

Or the brunches

Or the clubs

She's used pretty much exclusively for black tie events

Tubbo is his driver for those Bc he trusts no one else with the car

And he has to exit her before she’s parked

So Tubbo valets and then meets him inside

It’s also how Tubbo gets into the black tie events

so its modern right

so its like thousand-dollar suits instead of capes

so, Tommy just refuses to wear blazers and suit jackets

he always wears his button-ups rolled to his elbows

Maybe, maybe you’ll get him in a vest

But most of the time it’s a button up, rolled up sleeves, and the tie is most likely incorrect or untied

The only reason it’s correct half the time, is because Wilbur makes him let him tie it

Tommy won't wear the jacket because he prefers to roll his sleeves up - he's able to do anything, party or just like rough housing with his brothers, or helping out the staff

Wilbur won't wear a tie, or a button up most days, opting for a high-end sweater and loads of jewelry; its just much more his style.

Techno won't wear a vest because it restricts the places he can hid weapons, and he almost never keeps his tie tied.

Tommy trying to walk past Wilbur to leave with and untied tie

“Wait! You know you can’t leave like that, come here.”

Tommy’s groans and slumps over but walks over to Wil anyways

“I’m just gonna untie it halfway through the party, you know i will.”

“Well, I’m not letting my little brother walk a red carpet with an untied tie, you know I won’t”

The second half said in a mocking tone of voice, very clearly mimicking Tommy’s whining

It’s a soft moment, they stand there together, brothers

And as Wilbur’s pat the finished tie, they make eye contact and both of them have undeniably fond looks on their faces, damn they’re brothers n shit

“Thanks Wil.”

It’s quiet, it’s soft, it’s Tommy

“Of course.”

Just as soft, just as quiet, wholly Wilbur

Wilbur clears his throat breaking the soft atmosphere of the room

“Now go, you gremlin. Don’t be late”

Wilbur ruffles Tommy’s hair, careful not to mess it up too much

Tommy rolls his eyes And quickly heads for the door “Bye Wil! Love you! Don’t wait up!” Wilbur quickly yells after him

“Love you too! Don’t do anything stupid!”

“Oh Wil you know I can’t promise that!” Wilbur just rolls his eyes and returns to his book

Yeah Tommy stays away from tobacco I think

Just weed

and I wouldn't be surprised if like hits peoples vapes sometimes, but doesn't smoke cigs

for sure, its stressful

Wilbur smokes cigarettes though

and he can't act out like Tommy can

and Phil loves him..

Techno and Wilbur watching Tommy rebel in the ways they never got to

They feel kinda sad, that they never got to be kids like that, sad that Tommy feels like he has to act out for attention

he gets to do shit

like he gets to be a real teen

the whole, dumb rich 17 year old experience

like yachts, and expensive hotel rooms, and sport cars

And sure they probably wouldn’t have been going to frat parties or crashing brunch places, but they see him with BT

See him have actual friends

And they’re happy for him

But it hurts a bit

And Tommy's hurting too

It's a lot

but its like

even if Phil wasn't shit

its a lot of attention

like everyone is watching them at all times

Techno and Wilbur have to stay refined in the eyes of the press

Tommy gets to put on a show for them

Yeah yeah

Do you know how much a drunk picture of Prince Tommy is worth?

Too much

Some random guy on his first paparazzi job, gets a pic of Tommy, shirt mostly unbuttoned, tie tied around his head, drinking out of a beer bottle, and flipping off the camera while stumbling out of the most expensive hotel in the UK

The guy never has to work again

Purpled son of some billionaire, and Ranboo a literal prince is with him

They are both laughing at him

Tommy swung on a chandelier that night

A picture of that ends up online, some socialites Twitter

The amount of people in her dms for that picture?

Ludicrous

Like just the random pictures from Snapchat stories

Magazines pay thousands

Yeah the amount of double takes people have done going through their friends Snapchat stories like

Just tapping through

“WAIT WAS THAT PRINCE THOMAS????”

So, Dessert Drinks

It’s alcoholic beverages that have like chocolate or gram crackers or maybe candy in them

That are meant to taste like a dessert

So there’s chocolate cake margaritas, or like s’mores drinks

They’re Tommy’s favorite things in the world

Everyone thinks that he’d like the like strong, burning, whiskey esk stuff

But no

He wants the sweetest thing you got

Like he’ll drink straught vodka, but not if he doesn’t have too y’know?

He also like wine strangely enough

The like really expensive wine

Bc it reminds him of Wil

They have it down in the cellar

Techno is the whiskey dude

Or like 1942

Which is just a really bougie tequila

He just likes the shit that burns

Tubbo will drink literally anything

He’ll eat anything too

It definitely comes from the spot that he didn’t have that many choices like Tommy, but he genuinely just likes anything

Which is why Tommy really likes to treat him out to fancy fucking restaurants

One of Tommy’s favorite past times is spoiling his loved one

Fucking loves giving presents n shit

It's his love language

Ranboo doesn’t pay for anything when he’s visiting

Tommy insists on paying

Tommy has millions from the throne, he will use it

Plus he uses his daddy’s card so like, Phil can afford to spend the money

Oh he has one of those black cards doesn’t he

And by he I mean Phil

But you know, Daddy’s card

Black amex all the way

Boujie motherfuckers

Tommy's drunk like persona is different depending on the environment

When its Wilbur and Techno having to deal with Drunk Tommy

He’s like an excitable puppy, he would switch from rowdy to sappy real quick for his brothers

So they’re trying to get a drunk Tommy to bed but Tommy’s 100% clinging to them

Just full of affection

Techno tries to leave to go study and drunk Tommy just looks so fucking sad

Kicked puppy

He’s very much turning on the little brother charm, full scale pouting, whining, nicknames and all

making grabby hands, sitting on thr ground, fluffed up hair, shirt all wrinkled

"Fucking - fine. What are you gonna do without me, hm?"

He’s a god damned puppy and it’s hard to believe this is the same kid who got in a bar fight last week

he hangs off the chandeliers of boogie hotels

he also trashes his friend's rentals

on the other hand, he hugs his brothers

and steals Wilbur's crown

when he wears Will's crown it goes over his eyes

Still does after all these years

He’s grown but Wils head is simply too big

Tommy has his own crown of course

he just doesn't wear it as often as Wilbru does

Wilbur wears his all of the time

Tommy wears his when

A. he's drunk and with friends

B. at formal or royal events

he likes wearing it when he's partying

still thinking about drunk Tommy and his brothers having to deal with him

He makes techno give him a piggy back ride

He can walk fine, he just wants a piggy back ride man

Can you blame him?

They all really miss being little

They miss being able to be kids n shit

when their mother took care of them

and their father did all the king shit

And when Techno would give Tommy piggyback rides in the garden

When Wilbur had all the time in the world to learn how to play guitar

Even if it comes from Tommy getting drunk off his ass they’re glad they can still find the childish joy that they once had y’know?

Techno gives Tommy a piggy back ride to his room, and Tommy steals Wilbur’s crown and they talk and it’s nice

And as everything winds down Wilbur plays his guitar

And it’s so similar to when they were younger man

...

but then,,, Wilbur gets called down for an emergency meeting

and Techno has to make sure the guards are doing their rounds

and Tommy's left all alone in The Prince's Chambers

and people wonder why Tommy likes partying

fills the time, doesn't it?

He wakes up cold and alone and hungover

And he calls Tubbo and they just fucking day drink man

It’s a bad two days

Yeha but basically after this night he and Tubbo get fucking drunk as hell and they don’t come back to the castle for two days

And Tommy is barely sober during those two days

After those type of days happen Tommy always goes completely straightedge for a week

He doenst need to develop an addiction y’know?

Plus the chaos doesn’t have to happen drunk

He’s pretty irrational sober anywyas

half of the parties he's at he's not even drunk

sometimes he'll get high

but he just likes the adrenaline

and just hanging and being fucking assholes with his mates

POV you are an emotionally wrecked prince who is hanging onto this present as proof that your dad knows who you are at least in the slightest and you find out it’s not actually a gift from him but something your mother told him to get you

He didn’t even think twice just called the dealership and asked for the car, didn’t even know which one it was

mmmmm Tommy wrecks Clem that night

It’s not a good night for anyone

Got drunk as hell man

No dd

Car crash

I don’t think Clem is totaled

And Tommy is ok

But she’s scratched and dented and it’s just a representation of how Tommy feels

Something about Clementine being symbolic of hope and the idea that his father knew him

And with that crashing down

Clementine was bound to crash too

Tommy gets out with some bruises and Clementine can be fixed

But it happens on a public street so it’s everywhere

Tommy wrecks Clem

Then fucking goes on a bender

just destroys shit

parties so he doesn't think about it

and then he fucking crashes

Wilbur and Techno and Kristin all know what the car meant to him, what it symbolized to him

So when there’s a headline and a picture of Tommy staring at a wrecked Clem, they don’t know how to feel

maybe he mentioned something about upgrading Clem to Phil, or offhandedly at family dinner

And Phil asks something like “Right and when did you get this one?” Very rudely y’know

And Tommy’s like, it’s the one you got me for my birthday last year, and Phil just says something about how he has to be more specific because he doesn’t even know which one that is

And Tommy feels everything crumble around him and he just tensely says, “never mind...” and goes back to his food

The other three watch the whole exchange like, “fuuuuuuuuuck”

And then as soon as dinners over Tommy’s out the door man

He’s gone

he doesn't take the dogs, which means he's causing damage

He doenst even take Tubbo

they can hear the handler hand Tommy the keys

Tubbo comes to Wil to ask if he knew where Tommy was and that’s when they realize Tommy’s going out to cause real damage

And Tommy’s phone is turned off

They can’t contact him

Tommy gets handcuffed

he won't get arrested, but he'll get brought back in a police car

he fucking like crashed into a poll on purpose

like it was less on purpose and more like he definitely wasn’t not trying to hit something

And then they fucking breathalyzer him and he’s drunk as balls

Straight vodka type night

there's a bottle in the cupholder

He gets out when he wrecks and you just see him dead eyed staring at the scratches on her hood

The dent in her door

The cracks in the windshield

And he just takes a swig of the bottle

He lets the police take the bottle and handcuff him, taking him back to the palace

Clem is towed back too

He doenst care man

this is bigger than party to distract Bc it’s all he’s thinking about even drunk n shit

So I feel like he’s absolutely crushed

he spends like a week or two in a depressive episode won't leave his room, won't talk to his dad

and then he asks his mom "why didn't you tell me?"

and she just purses her lips and and shakes her head

and he's out

he needs to leave

he doesn't need her pity

and he just goes to Purp's and parties

because he just wants to have fun for one night before he learns that everything is a lie

His brothers are there as much as he lets them be

Tubbo too

Ranboo would try to make it over after seeing the headlines

he gets on a jet

and goes as soon as he sees the news

cause Clem was Tommy's baby

He loved that fucking car man

And then

Boom

One dinner is all it took to ruin everything

Phil's just left like "what'd I do?"

Techno is straight faced

Wilbur rolls his eyes at Phil

And Kristin just looks stressed

She’s still staring the the door Tommy all but ran out of

none of them finish dinner, Kristin waves the butlers over to clear the plates

They don’t, and Phil is just so confused and frustrated and he doesn’t know what happened

Top 10 Prince Tommy Headlines: 10. Mourning or Disrespectful: Prince Thomas caught smoking outside grandmother's funeral 9. New Connections? Prince Thomas and Prince Ranboo seen outside Palace walking Royal Dogs 8. Protective Older Brother; Crown Prince William shielding Prince Thomas from cameras while walking down London streets 7. When Will He Stop? Prince Thomas continues his week-long bender 6. Another Frat Party: Prince Thomas found stumbling drunk after rowdy night at The Ritz London 5. Boy Crazy? Prince Thomas and Mystery Boy seen dancing at Crown Prince William's Birthday Ball 4. Is Prince Thomas's Rampage Over? The Prince seen hungover, nursing a coffee at London Branch Costa Coffee 3. Time to stop; Prince Thomas caught doing cocaine at socialites party 2. A good friend - Prince Thomas flew to the United States to help Prince Ranboo with new responsibilities

1. When is enough, enough? Prince Thomas crashes after driving drunk, arrested.

10 Tommy doesn’t smoke cigs so mans was just getting high at his grandmas funeral

he was real close with his granny, it was a sad day

It was because his father said something like “oh, I didn’t know you were coming Tommy”

It was his fucking grandmother Phil

Tommy just puts his sun glasses on, and sits as far away as he can

Number 5, the boy is Tubbo, Tubbo thinks it’s fucking hilarious, Tommy is pissed

Some of those headlines seem like they’re from the car month

Obviously number one is

But then the bender headline

Then the coffee one

And then the Wilbur one

They seem like a series of events

big month for the press

Tommys hungover and he calls Wil asking for him to pick him up

And Wilbur drops everything Bc he’s just glad Tommy’s coming back home

wilbur fucking glares at the cameras

Tommy's used to it

And then the press tries to mob them and Wilbur Almost breaks decorum

Like almost fucking yells at someone who gets too close

and Wilbur never does that

he's so in-line

he never breaks the rules

but goddamn if they take one step closer -

He’s been especially stressed, and all he wants is to get his baby brother home man

He’s been smoking a lot more since the wreck

He just wishes he could make everything better

Tommy relishes in talking to the press

Wilbur will clart someone who gets to close to his baby brother

The press who’s never seen Wilbur as anything other than composed and charming suddenly being faced with a very angry older brother who smells slightly like cigarette smoke

Wilbur in the Pogtopia coat but it’s some designer piece that’s expensive as hell

It’s his smoking coat

And it’s what he picks Tommy up in

So he smells like smoke

And not the tasteful cologne he usually wears in public

just like a dark overcoat

really expensive wool

Wilbur using it to cover them from the cameras

when they were younger, like 16 and 12, Wilbur would hide Tommy

like no one got a picture of Tommy until he was 14 or 15

Kristin really hid the boys when they were kids too

Tommy trying to peak out and make faces at the camera

it was illegal to get pictures of them younger than 10

like immediate blacklist

And also maybe some legal issues

Wilbur pulls Tommy's hood up over Tommy's head

And it’s very older brother of him too, he pulls it over to protect his face but then cinches the strings to be a little shit

Those Wilbur and Tommy brother moments comps exists in the universe too

But it’s just shit like that

Tommy has a great support system

He really does

His brothers love him

His mom loves him

He has two amazing friends and a bunch of other great friends as well

And sometimes he feels like a brat for throwing all these fits over his dad y’know?

Wilbur always tries to like, keep an arm around him when they're doing red carpets

And keeps Tommy sitting next to him at Royal events

but also like, steals food off his plate

and ruffles his hair

Tommy whispers the fucking worst jokes about the dignitaries and nobles and Wilbur has to keep a straight face

god thats tommys favorite thing to do

he tries so hard to get Wilbur to laugh and lose his shit

The fucking big boobs bit

But it’s Tommy whispering it to Wilbur completely out of context and randomly at a gala

ALSO

THE WHOLE EXTENDED FAMILY BULLSHIT

TOMMY HATES IT

LIKE WHO THE FUCK IS THIS LIKE AUNT TO HIM?

HE DOESNT KNOW HER

But Royal Families are always big on that shiit

They try to hug him n shit

And Tommy depending on how Brave n shit he’s feeling (how fed up he is) will either politely excuse himself or straight up say no and step back with a glare

he's honestly uncomfortable around the strangers

who say they're family

like he's too sober for this

He needs a god damned drink

But he’s in a vest and a nice tie and his crown is sat proper on his head

And he can’t have a drink

god he's like a little doll, he plays by Phil's rules

the crown comes on and he's the proper prince

He fucking hates it

he sips on Wilbur's wine, and does the whole "tequila for water" thing sometimes

Flask in his sleeve

Techno catches him with the flask once and is just impressed

god is that a look on Techno's face

He sees Tommy slip it from his sleeve and somehow sleight off hand take a drink

And it’s just a raised eyebrow and a head nod that says

Good for you

Bc techno also needs a drink during these events

Sometimes Tommy will spike his and Techno's drinks

as Wilbur regally sips on wine

Wilbur fucking also secretly wishing he had a flask during the drier events

Wine drink just isn’t enough sometimes

Wilbur puts on his best face

and pretends he wants to be there

and gives out a warm smile, and raises a glass

god he fucking hates it sometimes

and sometimes he loves it

but man, does he hate it sometimes

Tommy complains and Phil makes a passive aggressive comment about how

“Oh but don’t you love parties Tommy.”

Wilbur sits between them

The table goes

Techno Kristin Phil Wilbur Tommy

Tommy just sneaks another sip of the flask

he doesn't have time to deal with his dads shit

Slumps back in the seat

He probably wouldn’t even try to hide it after that

Not like Phil is actually looking at him

He can let the press have it

He doenst care

just like leaves the flask next to him

under teh table

and jsut takes large swigs from it

Tommy maybe having a group of his friends crash one of the stuffy events

Not an important one

So fucking dedication ceremony to some inane building

He just invites a wild group of socialites

It’s nice

It’s not as wild as a normal Tommy Innit party

But it’s not a stuffy fucking boring ass royal meeting

they just bring some fucking whiskey into the back room and chat shit

Tommy fucking has a group of friends crash this gathering

It’s not wild

But it’s not stuffy

It’s nice

Tommy even drags Wilbur back for at least a little

and that takes a whole lot of work

It really does, Wilbur isn’t even a little tipsy off the wine, and Phil been by him the whole time and it’s just been hell, he can’t get wiobur away from the “socializing” hes doing

but when Wilbur is a bit tipsy he just becomes more charasmatic

truly a king

Less someone putting on a mask for their father

A little bit more authentic

he's a natural, sipping wine with one hand, and shaking hands with the other, crown propped beautifully on his head, million dollar suits hanging off his frame

It’s nice to see his brother in his element

its a bit sad

but its nice

A little yeah, Wilbur’s

Wilbur’s leaving him, not really but

Wilbur being king is-

It’s going to be hard

Different

More than it is already

Wilbur will always love him

But eventually he’ll be too busy for Tommy

Just like Phil is

And it hurts

But that thought is what makes Tommy take a drink of his flask and drag Wilbur to the back room

Wilbur doesn’t have to forget him yet

Tommy looks real regal too

Wilbur wishes that Tommy could see what he sees

But he knows that Tommy’s self worth issues would take more than a nice hug and some warm words to fix

Tommy looks regal, and the gold crown really fits with the whole golden boy aesthetic

and he laughs, and makes conversation with everyome

and everyone eases up around him

Wilbur wishes that Tommy saw what he sees

also

Tommy and Ranboo's texts have been leaked once

Wow so many dog pictures dude

but also

:sparkles:state secrets:sparkles:

That was hell to clean up

it fucking was

it used petnames (which the public is never supposed to know about the nickanmes of royals fun fact)

and said shit about Phil

and detailed Fundy's illness which isn't public

and talked about meetings that Wilbur forced Tommy to attend

Tommy was terrified

Ranboo too

He was so scared someone would be angry at him for it

He doesn’t think he could handle be yelled at for this thing that wasn’t even his fault

like of course he could've not said it over text

but one of his best friends lives an ocean away

and his life is just all about secrets

dont make this something too

:sparkles: hackers :sparkles:

if someone god a hold of Tommy's IP, or Phone, or Phone number

dms

they could be using instagram, twitter, or snapchat to have some of these converstaions

dms can get leaked real easily

Mmmm you ever think about Crime Bous

Because all I can think about is when Wilbur does get out of the house, and just like every event they go to

Tommy isn’t a fucking party boy then, he’s just Prince Thomas, Crown Prince William’s baby brother

And they always get photographed and shit

But they have a great time

They’re always smiling when they’re together

Sans Wilbur being a really protective older brother, and when their grandmother died

It’s nice to just go get lunch together at that one specific cafe they’ve been going to for years

Or just walk the dogs together

Just hang out and be brothers

They sit at the same table every time, and Tommy has gotten a Raspberry Lemonade since he was 8

When they walk the dogs, Wilbur holds Walter and Tommy holds Betty

Sunglasses on, big wool overcoats, and pants that were sewn just for them

And they’re seen walking out on the streets during big events a lot too

To like take a breather

Tommy has made a habit of allowing the press to ask him questions whenever they find him

Wilbur on the other hand always knows exactly what to say to press that come up to them

He always shoos them off with a polite “we won’t be answering any question right now thank you” and a blinding smile

And Tommy’s making a face at the press from over his shoulder

Either like sticking his tongue out or making some sort of face at Wilbur

As he gets older, he stops doing it as much because it gets a bit tiring, everything is tiring

But he does it every once in a while, usually a sharp grin over Wilbur’s shoulder accompanied by a middle finger

when like press sees that Wilbur smokes like a lot

big thin

and I feel like Wilbur would straight up be like "its not a big deal, its completely legal"

and hes like smoking 8 cigs a day, but its fine

He doesn’t have an issue

It’s just a little stress relief

King at 21 is a lot to handle

and maybe the stress is so much that it becomes a problem

but hey its his relief

its legal

he's fine

That’s Wilbur’s mantra most of the time

he falls asleep in Tommys bed a lot, waiting for the teen to come home

wilbur does

he finishes a pack, and sighs, rubbing his eyes

The empire is on the brink of war, it always is

He looks in Tommy's room, its empty

And he sits on the bed, waiting

10 minutes later he's asleep

The sheets don’t smell like Wilbur, and Wil thinks that’s what makes it’s so comforting

They don’t stink of nicotine or Wilbur cologne

The smell like Tommy

and while that smell like expensive booze, and coconut shampoo

its perfect

and the dogs are in Tommy's room too

he's a little less alone

Betty is the cuddler

She’ll come up and sleep next to Wil

but she wont do it to just anyone

its a bond, its trust

its the fact that Tommy likes Wilbur

she growls at Phil

she nudges at Kristin, LOVES kristin

anyways

its lonely and sad

because Tommy usually doesnt come back

Tommy snakes back in early in the morning and tucks Wilbur in

Though most times Wilbur falls asleep in Tommys bed

Uncovered

Completely dressed

He’s lucky bettys fur is sleek otherwise his very expensive clothes would be covered

I think Wilbur more often then not will wake up with Tommy in his arms, and that makes him very happy

like, Tommy comes it at 5am, and just snuggles next to Wilbur

It’s makes Tommy sad to know his brother is waiting up for him to never come

But at the same time he’s always so happy to see him when he gets home

I imagine sometimes butlers come to get Wilbur for work, and Tommy makes them leave so that Wilbur can sleep in "Hello your highness, we came to fetch King Wilbur for his morning briefing" "He's sleeping." "Well, I can see that Your Highness -" "So let him sleep." "Prince Thomas -" "Let. Him. Sleep. Okay?" "Yes, Your Highness."

I've decided that Tommy is the big spoon

in these vulranable moments, when Wilbur is weak, Tommy kind of holds him

like obviously there are a lot of tims, where Wilbur wants to hold his baby brother

however, Tommy kind of holds Wilbur, like wraps himself around Wilbur, and puts Wilbur's head in the crook of his neck

this happens when Tommy comes home to find Wilbur in his bed

either this, or Tommy curls into a ball and rests his head against wilburs chest

Tommy has daddy issues

Wilbur has the weiht of the world

Techno has ptsd

Phil: fuck you my kids are completely fine!

Wilbur’s nicotine addiction

Tommys abandonment issues

Technos fucking PTSD

Once, when the empires war was getting really, really bad, and Wilbur had to decide life or death shit

He smoked a whole pack in a day

And then just kept going

His hands wouldn’t stop shaking

why wouldn't they stop fucking shaking

Tommy stopped partying that week, he isn’t ignorant, nor a fucking dick

He was Wilbur’s right hand for as long as he needed him

Despite how badly he wanted to party until he could see straight

His brother needed him

His king needed him

And he will gladly serve Wilbur as long as he would have him

He stood right behind Wilbur

Every decision

He was right behind him

Even if it meant constant decorum and constant royal dress, Tommy was there

And that was a grounding fact

If Tommy hadn’t been there Wilbur thinks he may have lost it that week

Sometimes the only thing that kept Wilbur’s hands from shaking terribly was holding Tommy’s hands

When the advisors and court had left

Tommy would take Wilbur hands and make him do breathing exercises

Wilbur wasn’t allowed to look anywhere other than Tommy’s eyes

They would get through this

Together

They would, Tommy would make sure of it

Tommy in the room also made everyone a bit nervous and loosen up around Wilbur though

Because sometimes they act like they can boss Will around

And Tommy is stone faced, and has the media wrapped around his finger

The court knows that all it would take is one “scandalous statement” from Prince Thomas to end their careers

Wilbur could fire them, but he’s stressed

Any other day, he’s a fucking FORCE to recon with

But Tommy? He’s here to ensure the best or their careers would end

And you know that Tommy has at least 3 sources in the biggest news outlets in the empire

He could get ANYTHING out there

Wilbur’s throne is the biggest in the middle

Two thrones smaller aside him

Within the like office / study / planning room

Tommy's hasn't been used until just then

Tommy finds it quite uncomfy

But he can deal

Also Tommy drops the nicknames for the week or so

No “Big Man”

It was “Will” and “William”

Your Majesty at one or two points

But that felt a little too formal for both of them

Too alienating

Tommy learned a whole fucking lot of fucking politics that week

Not that he didnt listen in his lessons it’s just that

Well

He can’t not listen if he’s not there

It’s different IRL too

Seeing all the decisions

It’s terrifying

And he’s exhausted

Dressing nicely and talking for 12 hours a day about politics

And life / death decisions

So many cuddles dude

Just permanently cuddling if they’re not presently working or “coping”

And I think

That although Wilbur is the one who’s going through it

When they cuddle, Wilbur likes to hold Tommy

Just in the sense that Tommy’s here and safe

In the midst of all the death around Wilbur

He needs to know that his person, his kid is alright

Plus having this one thing this one routine helps him feel a little on control during this out of hand time

:sparkles: Prince Tommy PR leak :sparkles:

I talked about how Tommy was close to his grandmother

and how he was smoking outside of her funeral

maybe it was during that time in his life

really dark place in his mind

smoked and drank every day

Wilbur smoked a lot during that time yet

they probably drank together a few times

like straight up vodka

Just they’re so young and so tired

and so its like, pictures of Wilbur and Tommy (and just Tommy) drinking in the parlor, and in the like, bar area of their private living area, dark eye bags, red eyes, just straight from the bottle

Both of their ties were undone, no jackets, sleeves rolled up to their elbows, Wilbur's top 3 buttons are undone, they're both like manspreading

like they're just at their lowest, particularly Tommy, but Wilbur was having an adjacent bad time

Tommy's hair is a fuckin' mess

HOWEVER, they're both still clean shaven, neither of their shorts or trousers are wrinkled or stained

They may be going through it, but the royal image waits for no one

How does the castle react? Immediate lock down.

Interrogations or some shit

none of the princes are allowed to leave

they have to do clean up

they write scripts essentially for Tommy and Wilbur to adress the press

they need to send out a memo that they don't agree with underage drinking

its all structured, scripted, and written by advisors (and their father)

major damage control

which is just not what Tommy needs right now, because he's like trying to work through his grief

and Wilbur has a fucking fight with his father about that

Phil does not care

They fucked up

Someone else fucked up

And now they’re going to be big boys and fix it Like Phil's going to Tommy's room to get him to look over what his quick press tour and Wilbur jsut stops him in front of the door "He's fucking grieving - Let him have a moment will you? Don't you know how close he was with Gran?" "You messed up. He messed up. Now you're gonna be big boys and fix it." “You’re horrible sometimes you know that?” “I am your father” “Then act like it, your majesty”

meanwhile Tommy: in bed, hasn't slept, major depressive spiral, cuddling Betty, Walter standing guard at his door, holding onto a blanket that his grandmother gave him

just - can't even cry anymore

just empty

Literally just despondent

Staring at the ceiling as Betty noses his face

like good luck getting to get up, let alone read shit

He hasn’t showered in days

He is very much not presentable

like it's only been a week or two since his grandmother's death

and he still is processing

He is no where near done grieving

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